“You’re beautiful, Maddy,” he said softly.
I fluttered my eyes open and leaned my head back to look at him, but just as my eyes connected with his, I felt his hand meander between us and move the thin, wet fabric between my legs off to the side.
“And you’re mine,” he growled.
He lined himself up with my entrance and bucked his hips against me, and the sensation that ricocheted through my body was nothing short of catastrophic. I felt my walls fluttering hard around his thick dick, and his hips snapped against mine as his body pressed mine into the window. Skin against skin echoed off the corners of his penthouse as breathless murmurs poured from my lips, and soon I pitched my body forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Yes, Derek. Please. Oh –... oh god.”
His balls were smacking against my ass and my juices were dripping down his length. Just as I was approaching my undoing, he ripped himself from me and put me down onto my feet.
“Turn around and put your hands on the window,” he ordered.
I couldn’t move fast enough to have my hands planted on the window, and that’s when I felt him rip the lacy underwear I was wearing right off my body. The tattered fabric went fluttering to the ground, and I watched it waft in the air conditioning of his penthouse before he lined himself up with me again.
“God, yes,” I whispered lightly.
He pressed himself inside of me and my legs visibly shook. He grasped my hips and pulled them higher, and then he pressed my body against the window. My cheek was plastered onto the cool glass and my painfully erect nipples were throbbing with the cold, and when I felt his lips on my shoulder, I couldn’t help the words that tumbled from my lips.
“I love you, Derek.”
He began to thrust again, this time much slower, before he sucked a patch of skin in between his teeth. He licked and he gnawed, his hips slowly filling me with his length. He traveled the span of my back, marking me like he would his property before he reared back and picked up his pace. Harder and harder he thrusted, and with every thrust he made I could feel his balls smacking against my swollen clit. My essence was trickling down the inside of my thighs and my legs were growing weak as my body climbed its precipice of pleasure. Just before I was ready to dive off into the deep abyss of Derek’s body, he stopped and pulled himself out.
“Nooo,” I whined lightly.
Derek grasped my shoulders and spun me around before his lips lightly connected with mine. My legs gave way and his strong arms caught me. There was nothing but the moonlight caressing our skin. My body hummed a tune his body responded to in harmony, and all I wanted was to bring him pleasure…
…To make him moan my name with the happiness only I could make him feel.
“Patience,” he whispered.
I felt him pick me up before he carried me to the bathroom, and he set my naked body on the edge of the tub before he got in it himself. I raked my eyes along his strong body, watching as every muscle he moved twitched underneath his luscious skin. He started the water to fill the bath and dumped some bath salts into it; then he turned his body back to me and smiled.
“What do you want?” he asked.
His question caught me off-guard.
“What?” I breathed.
“What do you want?” he asked again. He slowly walked towards me, his eyes never wavering, and the only thing I could do was stare. I watched him kneel on the stairs of the tub, his hands reaching to part my knees, and I could feel the rush of cool air as my glistening core was laid bare for him. His eyes flickered down to the center of my body and a smirk crossed his face. He licked his lips, like a lion ready for dinner, and my body slowly began to lay itself down before I heard the question again.
“What do you want, Maddy?” he said quietly. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I wanna cum, Derek,” I whimpered.
“Oh, you do?”
“Yes. God, just –... please.”
I felt his arms wrap around my legs to pull me closer to the tub’s edge. Steam was filling the bathroom and the heat of the water was trickling up the sides of the tub, and I could feel the stones of the tub heating underneath my back before Derek pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.
“How many times?” he whispered.
“What?” I breathed.
“How many times does my Maddy wanna cum?”
He pressed a kiss to my other thigh and I could no longer think straight. My core was dripping and my body was aching for release and my heart was hammering out a rhythm that was screaming out for Derek. I felt my mind go blank as an entire future burst behind my eyelids, and my hands rushed to his hair as he chuckled into my wetness.
“Tell me how many,” he commanded.
“As many as you want,” I breathed.
And finally, after weeks of agony, tension, and tears, his tongue parted my folds and raked up my slit. A groan emanated from my throat while my fingers tightened into the tendrils of his hair, and soon my heels were hiked onto the edge of the bath and my body was spread wide for him. His tongue lapped deeply at my essence, drinking me up before the tip of his tongue flicked my swollen nub. My body shook for him while his hands held me down, and the more I bucked the tighter he held. I’d have bruises the next morning, but I didn’t care. His tongue was carving its memory into my body, and I knew I’d never forget it.
I knew I’d never be able to replace it.
“Derek. Yes. Just –... like that,” I choked out.
My legs began to tremble while Derek’s hands fell away from my hips, and my body bucked furiously into his face before I felt a slight pressure at my entrance. I mewled and whimpered at the feeling of his finger sliding deep into my body, and before I could process what was happening my pleasure hit me like a tsunami. Silver stars burst in my vision as my back reared off the hot stone of the bath, and the water began to slosh up the sides as my walls clamped down onto Derek’s fingers.
“Yes! Derek! God!”
I panted and heaved while my back dropped back to the stones, and his tongue slowly swirled around my clit before I stuck my feet into the bath tub. The water was up to my ankles, and all I could do was heave for air and stare at the ceiling.
That was, until Derek’s tongue struck up his ministrations again.
He sucked my clit between his lips while his fingers crooked inside of me, and I could no longer hold back my sounds as my voice echoed off the hot stones surrounding us. I lost all control, my body bucking wildly into his hips, and I could feel him chuckling between my legs as my hands wound tighter into his hair.
“Yes. Derek. Lick that pussy. Oh… oh, god, yes.”
My words soon dissolved into incoherent babbling just before my body began to build again. His tongue flattened out between my folds and raked up my core, and I fell apart again against his face as his arms held my body as close as I could get to his face.
“Oh, yes, Maddy. Mmmmm,” I felt him hum.
My eyelids felt heavy and my body jumped with every touch of his skin against mine, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt him pull his body away from mine.
But then he appeared above me, his body sinking between my legs, and his thick length sat at my swollen entrance while his body weight sat on his forearms by my head.
“I love you, Madeline,” he said gently.
“Oh, Derek,” I whispered. I ran my toes up the backs of his calves and watched him shiver above me, and when I had linked my weakened legs around his hips I guided his body to mine. His dick filled my swollen cave as a rush of breath left his lips, and he raised himself up onto his hands before he began rolling his hips into mine. Thrust after thrust, push after push, my arms flew to his back and began raking down his skin. I’d lost control of my body and handed over all of myself to the man above me whose body was pounding into mine. My back scraped against the rocks and my breasts bounced against his skin, and with each thrust that filled me with his dick I felt a piece of myself fall away.
I felt a piece of myself give way to him.
His grunts and groans fell heavily upon my ears, and it wasn’t until I felt his hips begin to stutter that I sank my teeth into his shoulder. I sucked a massive patch of skin in just as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck, and my legs held him close as my body shook and pulsated around him. Yet another orgasm shook through my system, leaving me breathless and exhausted, and his body pumped me full before our bodies collapsed on the side of the tub. The water was running over the top and slowly trickling over towards the door, and that’s when Derek kicked his foot out and shut the water off for good.
“Ho –... my god,” I breathed.
I couldn’t open my eyes and I couldn’t move my body. Every cell of my being had been diced and fried, and I knew then that if this was the moment I died, I could die a happy woman.
But soon, I felt a pair of strong arms come around me, pulling me into the warm water of the bathtub as I fluttered down onto his lap.
He kissed my forehead before I leaned my head onto his shoulder, and I could hear the water draining from below us while his hands weaved their way around my waist. I cuddled into him, wanting to be as close as I could get, and his voice broke the silence just as I felt myself surrender to sleep.
“Welcome home, Maddy,” Derek murmured into my skin.
And all I could do was smile.
THE END
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All I needed was a good girl on my arm.
I got way more than I bargained for.
My personal life is just that—mine. And I’ll do with it what I please. I’ll race stock cars at lethal speeds. I’ll find the baddest girl at the bar and take her home.
Why not? I’ve got nothing but money and time.
Until all the money starts to drain away.
Turns out, investors don’t like instability. They don’t like late-night races and risky hookups.
I need a girlfriend, and fast. And she’s got to be good.
Alexa’s only supposed to be temporary. She’s supposed to be boring. But the heat in her eyes when she looks at me burns me to my core.
By the time I find the words to tell her, it might already be too late…
1
A blaring noise, in the middle of the night, woke me from my sleep as I peeled my eyes open. The incessant crying of what sounded like a stuffed pig caused me to rip the covers back from my body. Who the fuck had a damn pig in this complex? For god’s sake, it was two in the morning and I had one of the most important business meetings of my life in a few hours. Dealing with different time zones was a pain in the ass, and it didn’t matter that I was worth a few billion dollars; sometimes you just had to stroke the potential “client’s” ego.
But I had no intention of making them a client. I had every intention of purchasing their little “business” outright and taking my pet project underneath my global conglomerate umbrella.
The crying got louder as I approached the main room of my penthouse suite, and for the first time, I found myself cursing the stars I could see over New York City as the crying grew louder and more piercing. The floor-to-ceiling tinted windows is what made me buy this place: I could press a beautiful pair of tits up against the glass and thrust into the warm, tight caverns of a woman’s body while surveying the beauty of the stars.
It really was a sight to behold.
I pressed the heels of my hands into my tired and aching eye sockets and my ears latched onto the dying sound. The explosive and rattling crying was now fading into the background, and I felt anger bubbling up in me even more. Of course the crying would stop just as I had made it out of bed and reached the great room. I turned towards the phone and went to dial the downstairs security officer to let him know someone had smuggled a damn baby pig into the complex. Furthermore, I wasn’t paying to clean up pig’s blood off of some bastard’s carpet if he was trying to slaughter the damn thing.
And what happened then?
I heard
it; the slightest little sound of a sniffle.
Pig’s don’t fucking sniffle.
I strode to my front door and ripped it open, looking left and right to see from where the sound might have been coming. My mind was hazy with sleep and my body was screaming to climb back into bed before I had to get up and piece myself together into a nice suit for a damn conference call being sent halfway across the world. But just before I went to go shut my door I heard it again.
I looked down to where I had heard the sound.
Sitting at my feet was a little cradle, no bigger than the fruit basket sitting in my kitchen. It had a bottle, a diaper, a pink-and-yellow blanket, and a note.
A note attached to the bonnet of a child.
The fuck was a child doing sitting at my door at two in the fucking morning?
I watched as the child’s big, blue eyes slowly fluttered themselves closed, and the splotched redness of its face told me the stuffed pig sound had been coming from it. This child, who was tucked away in a basket far too small for its chunky size, was sitting in the hallway of the most prestigious apartment complex in this damn town.
Who the fuck let someone up here to drop off a child?
I grabbed the handle of the basket and slowly tugged the child up. I picked it up and carried it over to the intercom before I mashed the button, and when the familiar voice from downstairs rang into the room I didn’t even let him finish his sentiment before I spat the words out at him.
“Why the hell is there a child at my doorstep, Franz?”
His pause told me he was just as startled at the question.
“Did… you say…a… child, Mr. Blake?”
Theodor Franz was the most intuitive man I had ever met. What the security guards lacked in profession Franz made up for with experience. The guards were trained to pounce and ask questions later, while Franz simply understood people. He knew when something was wrong, he knew when something was right, and he knew when to question people coming into the complex before letting them through the front doors.
He also wasn’t too bad to have a drink with at the local.
The man can hold his whiskey.
So when Franz is just as confused as I am, as to how a baby got placed in front of my door in this apartment complex, it means someone either ducked him or deceived him.
Neither of those had ever been done on his watch for as long as I’d known him, and I’d lived in this complex for over a decade.
“Mr. Blake?” Franz asked again.
Then the child struck up its annoying sound again. Tears barreled down its reddened cheeks, and its arms were struggling to get free, and the sound caused Franz to hang up immediately as I stood there staring at the struggling little …person.
“Please stop crying,” I murmured lowly.
I swept myself into the kitchen as the haggard haze of my interrupted sleep began to lift from my mind. I swung the basket up onto the table before I grabbed the bottle and flung off the cap, and just before I went to go stick the clear nipple into the toothless, screaming mouth of this randomly abandoned child, the note caught my attention again.
I propped the bottle up with a random dishrag I grabbed and sighed at the silence.
I grabbed the note and fumbled to get it open, and the very first line gave the entire mystery away.
My Build-A-Bear,
There was only one person in the world who had ever called me that. A stupid nickname that came into existence because of a stupid gift I gave an ungrateful woman a year ago: a woman who proclaimed to love me before vanishing into thin air; a woman who packed her bags in the middle of the night and abandoned her apartment lease before I could propose.
The only woman I had ever trusted to want me for me instead of for my money…
I turned my attention back to the note as the
child on the counter began to gulp audibly.
My Build-A-Bear,
I’m so sorry for leaving the way I did. Please understand that I loved you with every fiber of my being, but you are who you are: the billionaire rock star with eyes of sparkling emeralds and skin of amber glass.
She always did have a way with words.
I figured she had abandoned me. Gracie’s free spirit was why I had been so drawn to her. Every day of my life is scheduled to the minute with meetings, conference calls, paperwork, and dinner outings with current and future clients. However, Gracie always knew when to swoop in and throw my life into a tailspin. She’d drag me on random adventures through the woods and surprise me with cake I shouldn’t eat and with wine that was way too expensive for her to purchase, and she’d sit with me as we watched the stars. She was just fine with never going out, and she always blamed it on her profession. A “starving author” she called herself, always crafting books halfway through before abandoning them for another idea –
Just like she was abandoning this child… probably for another idea.
When I found out I was pregnant, I knew it would ruin what we had: the spontaneity; the excitement. I also had a feeling you wouldn’t abandon the lifestyle you lived in order to raise a child with me.
The fuck did she know about me, anyway? Yes, I loved the fine wines, fine foods, and fine women, but my parents raised me to be a responsible human being. My parents themselves suck, but I built everything I have now from the ground up, doing nothing but running numbers and opening accounts, for Christ’s sake!
I would’ve taken care of my own fucking child!
But, something’s come up. I can’t explain it right now; it is way too long. But, I can’t take Clara with me.
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