by Hunter Rose
“Stella, you okay? You look like my dad did earlier.”
I nod at Azure. “I’m fine. Can you take me to your dad, please?”
“Sure.” Azure grabs my hand and leads me into the living room. “He’s going to be so psyched when he sees you. You’ll see. Right now, he’s upstairs freshening up for you.”
I can’t seem to concentrate on Azure’s words. My imminent meeting with her father has my nerves tied in a knot. Freshening up—did she say freshening up? For whom? For me? “Is your father going out?” I blurt. Fuck, fuck, I’m too late. He’s heading out on a date with Holly. I know it.
Azure nods. “He was, but he won’t have to do that now,” she says, smiling knowingly at me.
I frown. “Why?”
Azure rolls her eyes. I don’t say anything. I just pray that tomorrow I will be in a position to remind Zac’s daughter that eye rolling looks stupid. “Because you’re here, silly. Now sit down and I will go and get you some white wine. You look like you need it.”
“Zac doesn’t have white wine,” I say automatically. “Surely not since I’ve been gone for over a week.”
Azure stops in her tracks and turns to face me. In a trance, I slump onto the sofa. I can’t get Holly out of my mind. Shit, the man I love is going out on a date with another woman. The words echo in my head like a foul rumor.
“Dad’s made extra sure that the fridge is full of everything you like. At least in that department, it’s like you never left. He’s even taken to watching some of the shows on Netflix that you and I both enjoy. I guess it reminds him of you. Sweet, huh?”
“What did you say?” I can’t believe what I had just heard.
“Dad misses you, Stella.”
“What about Holly?” I say. I don’t know why I ask, but I have to know what’s going on.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. She won’t be back in a hurry. That’s for sure.”
I pleat my brow. Seeing the confusion play on my face, Azure explains. “Holly was here earlier.” While I tense, Azure takes a deep breath. “Now that was some shit storm. Dad nearly killed the poor woman when she stormed into the house, headed for the kitchen, and opened the fridge. She made some remark about the different products and that’s when dad went ape—”
“I think that Stella gets the picture, Azure,” interrupts Zac when his daughter wants to go into more detail.
I snap my head in the direction of his voice. The sound of it sends sweet vibrations down my spine. I swear that it always makes my pussy clench just listening to it, even now when the nerves are wreaking havoc with my senses. I manage a smile, which is returned equally hesitantly. Fuck me, Zac is just as nervous as I am. This notion gives me confidence. The rumble of his voice makes me shudder again. It reminds me of a lion’s growl.
“Azure, can you give Stella and me some privacy?”
“Sure, dad. I’ll just get Stella her wine and a beer for you.” Before Zac can respond, she’s out of the living room.
“So, Stella, here we are.”
“Yeah,” I answer lamely. But wasn’t his opening just as lame as my response?
For countless heartbeats we just stare at each other. Neither one of us knows how to break the impasse. I can see him struggling with the words in his mind as if he has thought bubbles floating around his head. Azure walks back into the living room. When she has given us our drinks, she turns to face her father. “I’m going out now, dad. See if I can hook up with some friends from school.”
Zac grunts something incomprehensible. For a heartbeat, I can see him thinking of something to say. Finally, he nods his head.
“Later, Stella.” Azure smiles at me as she strolls out of the room.
“She’s great.” The words slip past my lips.
Zac nods again. “Yeah, she sure is.” His gaze rests on me. He takes a few steps towards me. “Azure thinks the world of you, Stella.” He pauses, taking a few deep breaths, and the wait is almost unbearable. “As do I.”
What the fuck? Did I hear that right? Did Zac just say that he thinks the world of me? “You do?” I squeak.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I do. I guess I always did from the day I met you. I’m just not that good at expressing what I’m feeling . . . not since Azure’s mom disappeared that is.”
So, that’s why he’s always so distant outside of the bedroom. I knew there was something. “What happened, Zac?”
I can tell that he’s struggling with the internal conflict scorching over his brain like a malarial fever for a few seconds. “Shortly after Azure was born her mom left. She didn’t even leave a note or anything. It was strange because I’ve never heard of a woman doing that before. Usually when their child is born, they become so attached.”
My heart goes out to Zac. What a horrible thing to happen to somebody. “Some women can’t deal with the pressure and responsibility of motherhood. I guess some of them think that it’s the end of the world . . . the end of their freedom.”
Zac scoffs. “To leave your kid behind is sick. For years, I thought that she’d be in touch eventually to find out how Azure’s doing, but she never did. Not even a phone call or anything. I gave up hope long ago.”
“She left Azure in good hands. You’re the best dad and she’s lucky to have you. Just like me with my own father.”
Zac smiles faintly. “Didn’t you ever miss having a mom?”
“Yeah, sure, but my dad made me feel really loved. After a time, I stopped thinking about it.” I think a moment. “It’s the same for Azure.”
Zac cocks his eyebrows. “She’s spoken to you about it?”
“Of course she has. She also mentioned what a great father you are. Sure, there are times when she misses having a woman around the house, but she makes do in her customary positive way.”
“Azure sure has a positive mental attitude and, thanks to you, I have faith in women again,” he says with a soft laugh.
“So, are you ready to be a really good dad and provide your daughter with what she lacks?” I smile at Zac mischievously. Having him come clean about his past and his emotions has somehow restored my confidence.
“What?” Zac takes a sip of beer. “What do you mean?”
“I guess what I’m asking is that you set aside your mistrust of women for once.” I take a large gulp of wine to steel my nerves. After placing the glass on the coffee table, I get up. I walk up to Zac until only one pace separates us. “I—”
Before I can continue, Zac lurches forward, crushing his lips on mine. For a painful millisecond, I feel his teeth squash my lips. It’s a delicious agony that is soon usurped by the pleasurable and relentless whiplash of his tongue in my mouth. It feels incredible.
“Can’t you wait until you’re asked?” I hiss into Zac’s mouth.
He chortles so that I feel the air tickle my lips. “There will be no more asking, Stella. It’s time we take what we want when we want it.”
Before I can respond, Zac presses his lips against mine again. His hands head straight for my jeans. In seconds, he’s pulling on the buttons, freeing my aching lower body. I need this. I need this man to claim me. I want him to fuck me like he’s never fucked me before. I shriek when he lifts me up and heads for the door.
“We’re going to our bedroom and I’m not ever letting you out,” he says, as he storms up the stairs with purpose.
Yes, he called it our bedroom for the first time. Maybe he does love me. I need no words, for the expression etched onto his features is proof enough. I see neither lust nor carnality, but true and unbending love radiating in my direction. Finally, I have the man who knows what he wants, a man who has made his decision.
And I will spend the rest of my life making sure that he never regrets it.
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Epilogue
Zacchary
And again, as I know it so well, Stella unzips my fly, takes out my cock, and puts it in her mouth. I can feel the suction on my tip as she gradually builds up pressure. The sensation is beyond belief.
I try to move, but it feels as if invisible hands hold my body in place. In seconds, I feel myself growing big and hard inside her mouth. I’m amazed. It was not all that long ago that she claimed she had never truly sucked off a man before. She sure knows what she’s doing now.
I look down. I can see her long eyelashes flapping seductively below me. The love bracelets I gave her on a trip to Tulum in Mexico make a dry, clinking sound against each other as she moves her hand up and down my legs. The expression on her face is the mask of determined concentration I have come to love so much.
Love? Yeah, I do love her. She’s the best thing that’s happened to me since the birth of Azure. Fuck, her face is so beautiful. Thanks to living in L.A., Stella always has a tan, but now she’s all bronzed up and radiating youthful beauty. I can see her tight ass over the top of her head. Fuck, I love her ass. I could slap it right now.
“Jesus, Stella.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Mind yourself with the teeth, will ya?”
Stella giggles. “It’s just so big and juicy.” She wiggles her head and laps at my cock with her tongue. “And so damn tasty.” Stella plants a long, lingering kiss on the bell head of my erection that parts until her lips slide down my entire length. Well, if she had me going before, then she’s got me now. I clamp my eyes shut as her ministrations become more forceful.
“Fuck, baby. That feels so good.” I can barely speak. Another whip of her tongue muzzles my next words.
When I feel her nose brush against my pubic hair, my eyelids shudder and jolt into motion. I look down again. She has me all in. How the hell does she do that? It never ceases to amaze me how she can deep throat me so. I watch Stella have her way with my cock a while longer. It intrigues me to see the pleasure incised onto her features. Mm, she looks so damn hot when she does that. My butt cheeks clench when her long and soft tongue wraps itself around me again as she moves back up. Instinctively, I place my hands on her head, luxuriating in the silky feel of her hair. I want to ram my cock back down again, but I can’t. Stella has me under her spell.
She’s getting serious now. Stella just moved one hand up my leg to cup my balls. She gives them a light squeeze and, at the same time, she intensifies her suction on my erection. I groan again, yet Stella keeps going remorselessly. It feels decidedly dirty to have my girl sucking my dick while the others are outside, having an aperitif and waiting for us to turn up for dinner. We’re late, but I couldn’t give a shit about that right now. This is too good. I just can’t make up my mind whether I’m going to let Stella finish me off or if I want to bury my face in her pussy and fuck her stupid after.
“I could fuck you so hard right now,” I hiss as my mind takes over.
“Yeah, how hard, baby? Tell me how hard you’re going to fuck me.”
I moan as she circles my cock with her tongue. By now it’s a glistening tower in her mouth. “Really hard,” is all I manage to say.
“Mm, you want to fuck me doggy style and own me?”
“Argh,” I moan again as she sinks her teeth into my flesh. Jesus, I was so close. A tug on my balls reminds me that Stella’s in control. “I own you,” I whisper.
Stella giggles. “Doesn’t look that way to me. Right now, I own you, baby.”
Now she really starts sucking. I watch Stella for a few more seconds as she works her magic. I know what she’s doing. Her left hand still has perfect ownership over my balls while her right hand holds onto my left butt cheek with the force of will belonging to an extreme mountain climber. I smirk. She wants to make me come with just her mouth. I love it. It’s more work for her, but the best feeling ever. I release myself to her. Soon, I feel the familiar pressure build up. It feels so good. I’m about to explode and yet she goads me on for far longer than I would have thought. Yes, nearly there . . . that’s so fucking good, baby.
Just as I am about to come, she moves away with an impish grin on her face. “Well, you did say that you were going to fuck me hard.” Stella winks as she gets up off her knees and slowly starts to unbutton my shirt. When she’s done, Stella indicates with her head to the bed, making me smirk. I know what she wants. She wants to ride me like a jockey would a stallion. “It won’t be you fucking me hard, but me. I need you inside of me now, Zac.”
I take Stella’s hand and lead her to the bed in our bedroom suite in her dad’s huge villa in Cap Ferrat in the south of France. When we get there, I lie down on the soft surface and watch Stella hitch up her summer dress. It’s so typical of us to get ready for something and then decide to make love. We were just about to leave the room when we started kissing like crazy. Soon, one thing had led to another and seconds after, Stella had my cock in her mouth.
Stella moves her panties to one side and grabs my begging cock. She flicks it a few times as if that were necessary. Then, she takes my hand and guides it to her pussy. “See how wet I am for you, baby.”
I snarl at her when I feel the warmth of her pussy. It is so wet that it sucks up my fingers in moments. It’s not what Stella wants though. I hear her sigh with pleasure as she mounts me.
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Epilogue
Stella
“Oh, yes, Zac.”
I press my weight down so that I can take his whole length inside of me. There’s hardly any resistance, but I can still feel his girth split me apart. When we first made love, I thought that I would never be able to accommodate him. Now, my man feels as if he’s a part of me. It’s the best to be as one and still have that idea of doing it for the first time. Every time with Zac is a new adventure. The only things that make it familiar are his intoxicating scent, the feel of his skin on mine, the way he growls when he comes, and the love I feel for him.
Once I have him deep inside of me, I begin a slow rotation of my hips. As I move, the hem of my baby blue dress caresses his naked stomach, thighs, and balls. I imagine how good it must feel for him to feel himself buried deep inside of me, to smell me, and then feel the sensation of the soft fabric on his skin.
I love the way my panties rub against my sensitive skin with my every move. A one-time barrier that once pushed aside is allowed to invite overwhelming pleasure is nothing more than a filament of nothing. I can feel my man so deep inside of me. My clit rubs against his pelvis, making me cry out with pleasure.
Like a predatory cat, Zac watches all my moves, which are losing restraint and yet are so coordinated, delivering me closer to my final goal. I want to come so hard. Sucking Zac off earlier had made me delirious with need. I just hope that the others won’t see the inevitable red flush on my face later.
“You want to come, Stella. I can see it.”
Even through I am on top and in control, Zac has taken over by the sheer presence of his body and aura. Every time I ram down, gyrate, and rub, his cock hits that special place inside of me. My clit sends sweet and pleasurable tingles all over my body as it rubs against his pubic hair. To top it all off, I get to look into the eyes of the sexiest man in the world while I plunder his cock. I sure found the right guy. I suddenly hate the fact that we have to go to dinner after. I just want to fuck Zac all night and maybe have a short champagne-and-snack break, and then fuck again.
What has this man turned me into? I used to be so in control of my emotions. Now I just fall apart when we are together, which is always. One year has passed since we made up after our ridiculous spat that could’ve broken us forever. It was something so trivial and yet so lethal. I bite on my lip when I remember how we made love afterwards in our bedroom, as he had so sweetly called it. Our need was so great that we had screamed our undying love for one another when we came. It was the first time we voiced our feelings, and it surprises me to this day like a new dawn—Zac loves me and I love him. Zac had turned from an unapproachable cobra into a hulking bear that would do anything to protect those he loves.
A series of pleasurable jolts remind me again that I’m sitting astride of him. “Yes, yes, yes,” I cry when the pulsating jars take me closer to the poi
nt of no return. In my ecstasy, I look down into those loving eyes. I recognize the tension therein. Zac needs to come just as much as I do. “Just a little more, baby. Please, I’m so close . . . argh.” A series of groans erupt past my lips. Automatically, my nails dig into Zac’s chest. I hold onto him like a crazy woman. I hear him growl in protest, but I don’t care, scratching him has given me a few precious extra seconds.
“Oh, Zac; I’m gonna . . . come.”
“Yes, come for me, baby.”
I do not hear him shout out with pleasure, as I am so lost in my own little world that feels like a universe. Scudding vibrations take over, rising up from my backside to my head. I’m beyond caring whether somebody might hear us. I feel myself melt onto Zac as my clit and pussy become one with his body. I don’t know how long I shout out his name as he pours inside of me. His every thrust and contraction urges me forth until I can no longer take anymore. I manage a few pathetic slides over his pelvis as if I’m milking him of the last of his juices, and then I slump forward.
The next thing I hear is the erratic beating of his heart. My climax had forced me down until my ear had come to a rest on Zac’s chest. I love the comfort of his thumping heart. It enthralls me and takes me to all the places where we have been together. My orgasm has somehow freed my mind of everything but Zac and me. Images of our life together speak of a perfection that I thought would never be possible.
Zac’s a fulltime painter now and his success has been remarkable. All it had taken was for dad to point him in the right direction and Zac had taken the world by a storm. It amazes me to this day how such a burly man can handle a brush and paint so artistically. I’m not one for stereotyping, but when I had first found out that he painted, I couldn’t believe it. Optically, Zac would be better suited as a construction worker or maybe a boxer. It’s what I find so sexy about him, that mix of raw brutality that I have to admit does come to shine now and again, and his artistic side.