by M. Piper
I growl, loosening the buttons on my shirt. She’s unbelievable. And kind of crazy.
I chuckle and shake my head as soon as I step outside, seeing her completely nude body diving below the water and disappearing from view.
Fuck me.
I’d rip my clothes off and join her as fast as I can, but as it stands, I need these clothes. I don’t have many that are this nice.
Taking my time, while watching her body glide underwater, she appears at the end of the pool and lifts herself up on the side right as I toss my shirt on the lounge chair.
“You gonna just stand there and watch?” There’s a twinkle of danger in her eyes and I can’t resist it.
“You got a problem with that?” I growl, leaving the rest of my layers behind and joining her with a splash that surprises her.
When I resurface, shaking the water off my head, she’s laughing. Her laughter is infectious.
“You’re a different creature, Roman. I think I like you.”
“I’m just a normal guy.” I grin, twisting my hand in her hair. She wraps her legs around mine, causing me to groan.
The water sloshes around us, but nothing will stop me once she grinds against my already hardening dick.
Being this close to her, skin on skin, only a day after meeting her, I shouldn’t feel for a stranger what I’m feeling for her. It should scare me, but it only lights my fire even more.
Her teeth bite my neck and I growl, moving to pin her to the wall of the pool. The water is just below her perky tits so I lean down and take one in my mouth, breathing in her scent.
Cinnamon. Fuck.
She moans and reaches between us to stroke my hard cock. In one smooth move, she shifts and glides down, causing me to let out a groan I didn’t even know I had inside me.
“Jesus Christ you’re so fucking tight,” I moan, trying not to move too fast. It feels too good being inside this girl.
“You like that?” she whispers, her lips feathering along my skin.
“I fucking do,” I grunt, starting to pump into her.
She wraps her arms around me, grinding her pussy on my cock, moaning in my mouth as she kisses me deep. With one hand on her ass, holding her up, I brace my arm on the side of the pool and fuck her as hard as I can. Her cries echo between the buildings and they only grow louder when I snake my hand between her beautiful fucking ass and push one finger against her puckered hole. It’s a risk that some women would slap me for, but it’s worth taking the chance. Something tells me this girl’s into ass play.
“Oh god,” she pants, giving me all the confirmation that I need, so I keep teasing her. I’m so fucking close, but I need her coming around me when I do, so I latch my teeth onto her neck as I push a finger just inside her ass. She grinds on my dick like we’re not half floating in this fucking pool.
“Oh fuck!” she screams, bucking wildly onto me, her nails scratching my back. I feel her tightening around me, so I push my finger inside her ever so slightly more and she erupts. Between the expletives that leave her perfect little mouth and her pussy gripping me like it is, I’m sent over the edge. I pump my release into her, biting down on her lips to muffle my own screams.
“Holy fuck,” she mumbles, wrapping her limbs around me and nuzzling her head in my neck. I tighten my grip around her with one arm, the other steadying us on the side of the pool. I’m not sure my legs can hold us both up right now; thank god for the pool helping a bit in the regard.
The sun is starting to set by the time we climb out of the water. Scarlett thinks it’ll be funny to challenge me in a race. Of course she won. I was too busy watching her ass glide through the water to move correctly.
“So, you’re loaded then?” she asks, drying her hair on a towel. She slipped on a white sundress when we got out of the pool and made certain I noticed there’s no panties under there.
Her question takes me off guard and I inhale sharply, clenching my jaw before slowly moving my gaze to hers. There’s a beautiful sparkle in her eyes. I want to tell her no, that I’m poor as a box of fucking rocks…but goddamn she’s beautiful.
“Uh… I guess,” I say, shrugging. “I don’t like to talk about how much money I have.”
“Yeah, but you sell expensive cars. Right? That shit makes good money. And that dress shirt is worth a pretty penny.” She quirks an eyebrow at me as she walks over to where I’m locked to the floor in fear. Her nails, sharp as pins, rake down my arms and my dick jumps in excitement. “I like a boy that can support himself.”
I can support myself alright, I think to myself. It’s the whole having anything left over at the end of a pay day where it gets sketchy.
I smile and nod, wrapping my arms around her. “You never have to worry about me, babe.”
I feel like it’s early on for nicknames and cutesy talk, but this girl…something about her feels right.
“Hey, I wanna show you something. Come on,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind her. We wind through the intricate mansion, the twisting stairways and gold plated everything make it feel much more like a castle than a modern mansion. We pass through three hallways, all of which have stilted lighting and smell of whiskey and smoke before she looks back at me and grins. “Ready?” she asks, biting her lip. Fuck she’s sexy.
“As I’ll ever be.”
She swings open a door and the view takes my breath away. Light shines in, the sun casting a beautiful glow to her already perfect skin. The sky behind her, snow capped mountains in the distance dancing with the wispy clouds in the sky.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she whispers, walking to the edge of the balcony. “Sometimes I come up here at night, just to look at the stars.”
“I never knew a view like this existed in the city,” I manage, unable to tear my eyes from her. God, she’s perfect.
She turns and smiles at me, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I need to apologize, Roman.” She pauses and I quirk an eyebrow at her. “I’m not the girl you probably think I am. I’m not a whore. I don’t typically pull men off the street like I did you.” She lets out a laugh and slides her hand down her face in embarrassment. The color rising on her cheeks makes me wonder what her ass would look like as a shade of that same color. “I like you. Weirdly, I really like you. It was an instant need to have you…all to myself. I’m spoiled, yes, and I like things all to myself but you…Roman, you’re different. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.”
“I know exactly what you’re talking about,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her.
“I just want something else in this life. I don’t want to forever be known for the girl who likes money. My dad, he means well, but I need to get out from under his thumb if I’m ever going to be myself.”
I nod silently, praying that maybe she won’t be as disappointed when she finds out the truth about me.
“I think you’re perfect the way you are,” I whisper.
“Well thank you, but you barely know who I am.”
“I know you look out for other people. I know you try your hardest to be who your daddy wants you to be, even though that’s not who you really are.”
“How do you know all this?” she asks softly.
“I see it in your eyes. They tell a story your mouth probably never will.”
She nods silently and rests her head on my shoulder. We stand there for what feels like an eternity in a comfortable silence.
It’s been one day, hell just a few hours, with this girl and I already know she’s it for me. How’s that for love at first site?
She sighs and pulls away from me before fluffing her hair. “I have to get to this dinner thing my dad wants me to come to. Wanna come along?” She looks so hopeful and for a moment I almost say yes.
But then I remember who we’re dealing with.
“Nah.” I chuckle. I need to stay far way from her dad until I figure out how to make money without ruining her family.
What happens when love at first sigh
t is ruined by lies and deception?
Chapter 3
Family Means Everything
“Mmmm fuck.” She arches her back and pushes her dripping pussy harder against my face. “Oh fuck!” Her cries make me work harder. With two fingers inside her, curling up to hit her g-spot, and my tongue playing pressurized circles around her swollen nub, every time I feel like she’s close to coming, I back off. Just to tease her a little more.
“This is the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted, Scarlett.” I blow gently on her clit, making her grab my hair and shove me back between her legs. Grinning and letting out a chuckle, I oblige. My dick needs to be inside her, but I need to make sure she’s goddamn ready before I claim her for the fifth time this week.
If there’s one thing that’s perfect between us, it’s the sex. Dear fucking god the sex.
“I need you to fuck me,” she pants. I raise my gaze up her body, noticing her playing with her nipples, as I latch onto her clit and suck. “Shit!” she squeaks. I grin and slide my fingers in and out of her a few more times, enjoying way too much how wet and tight she is.
“Flip over.” I growl the words so precisely and with so much authority that she follows my directions immediately, a dirty grin on her lips. “Fucking beautiful.” My hand caresses her pert ass and I land a blow so hard it leaves a beautiful pink mark on her tanned skin.
“Ah,” she gasps, pushing her ass higher for me.
“Like that?” I grin, watching as she slides her hands up the mattress, gripping onto the sheets. She mumbles a response and in one thrust I’m seeded deep inside her as she screams out. “I like this ass, Scarlett,” I whisper, my hand rubbing it gently. As I pull out of her, I slap her again, hard, before pushing my dick back into her.
“Fuck, Roman!” She bucks back to me, taking my dick as far as it’ll fucking go.
I drop a bit of spit down her ass crack and watch as it glides down, over her puckered hole. She giggles and wiggles her ass, moaning.
“You want this?” I whisper, pushing my thumb slightly in her hole. When she moans and nods her head furiously, I slide my thumb in as I start pumping into her pussy again. I push down and she lets out this noise I’ve never heard before. “You want my dick in your ass, don’t you Scarlett?” I lean down and grab her by the throat, my thumb still pressed firmly in her ass. Lifting her so she’s on her knees, my hand still tight on her throat, she spins her head so I can see her. Her eyes hooded with lust, she bites her lip and nods.
“Please, Roman,” she whispers. “Fuck my ass.”
Those are all the words she needs to say.
I slam my lips to hers briefly before pushing her back to the mattress. Sliding my thumb out, I reach across the bed and open her dresser drawer where she keeps her toys. On the outside, Scarlett is just a spoiled rich girl. Get her behind closed doors, however, and the kink comes out.
It’s always the quiet ones.
I pick out a few things that I know she’ll enjoy and grab the bottle of lube, snapping it open and dripping a few drops on her. She gasps from the cold sensation, but when I push the toy inside her and start thrusting, slow at first as she adjusts to the size of the plug, her gasp turns to a moan. I want my dick inside that ass more than she does, but I need to step her up to it.
“That feels so—” she gasps. “Fuck, so good.”
I grin and fuck her with the toy, enjoying her moans and purrs as I pull it out before pushing it back in. It’s tighter in her pussy with the plug in, so I need to keep my cool before I’m blowing my load before we even make it to the next step.
“I’m pulling this out now,” I whisper, my voice tight from holding back. When the plug pops out of her ass, she moans and I immediately slide a slightly larger one in.
“Fuck!” She bucks back, taking it in all the way. She lets out a shriek that scares me at first, worried that I hurt her with it. “Oh god!” Her fists clench the mattress and I keep pumping into her. I’ll be a fucking saint if I can last long enough to actually get my dick in her ass.
She’s so wet and warm.
I move the larger butt plug around a bit, never fully pulling it out. That’s the best for women. The release of pressure when it’s pulled out. Take one out mid orgasm and she goes fucking nuts.
“I’m taking this out now, Scarlett. My dick can’t wait much longer.” I pull it out with one gentle motion and she moans, shaking her head.
“Put it back. Fuck, Roman, put it back.” Her voice is begging me.
“I plan on it,” I whisper. I pull out of her pussy and give the lube one extra little squirt. My dick is still way bigger than that last plug.
Pushing gently against her hole, she instinctively pushes back on me and we move as slow as fucking possible. When the tip of my dick finally pushes inside her, I see stars and have to grip her hips tight to stop her from moving too fast.
“I want to fuck you. Not blow my load before I’m fully in, Scarlett,” I growl, the flesh on her hips turning white around my tightened grip. She laughs and wriggles her hips a bit, making my dick push even further inside.
“Ah.” She gasps, reaching her hand between her legs to start playing with her clit.
By the time I’m fully inside her I feel like a fucking king for not coming yet.
It’s tight as fucking hell and within seconds I’m on the verge of orgasm.
The minute she explodes around me and everything tightens, milking me, I let go.
“Fuck!” I slam into her one more time, pulling out as my world starts to spin. Letting go on her back, the beautiful white trails of come slide down her tanned skin. “Fuck,” I huff, falling to the side of the bed by her.
“Holy shit,” she pants. Wrapping my arms around her, I plant kisses all over her shoulder.
I meant it when I said we’re explosive together.
“I think I love you, Roman South.” She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling.
“Good. I fucking love you too, Scarlett Sullivan.”
***
Three weeks ago I met a girl that changed my stone heart. Three weeks ago I fell in love with her, and on the same day, I successfully stole four different high model sports cars for my uncle.
From. Her. Father.
It made me so much money I paid for my apartment in full for the next five months and still had enough left over to take Scarlett out to a nice dinner. Now, any income I have in the next few months can go straight to savings, and I can potentially get the hell out of that apartment complex that’s probably giving me cancer from the lead paint I’m sure is layered on the dingy walls.
Scarlett and I have been spending a lot of time together. It’s insane how short of a time it’s been from when we first met, but love doesn’t wait. I’ve been keeping up the “rich boy” act well, but it’s tiring trying that hard. I want to be myself and tell her about the real me, but I can’t. Not if I want to keep her. I have way too many feelings for her, which should scare me, but they just feel…right.
We have dinner plans tonight, but as it stands, I may have to cancel. I’ve been waiting here for an hour and from the sounds of the meeting happening behind my uncle’s office doors, I’m happy to be waiting out here and not in there. My uncle asked if I could come in today to talk about the next gig, so here I sit. The last couple of times we’ve stolen from Sultan’s, so I’m praying this time it’s a different place. I’ve seen how nervous Scarlett’s been looking lately, worried and distracted, but she’s not talking to me about it. I know it’s because of the drama I’m causing her dad.
I can’t stop, though. I can’t walk away from the family business. My uncle is the only family I have. He’s helped me get this far.
“Kid, he’s ready,” Marc, my uncle’s right hand man, announces as he slides the door open.
The room’s empty, meaning they took care of the business and got rid of any evidence before letting me in. I’m okay with that. The less I know the better, really. I don’t mind the stealing, especially if it’s to h
elp better my livelihood. But I want nothing to do with the business side of things.
“Ah, Roman. Just the boy I was hoping for.” My uncle Van smiles like a wolf watching his prey. I know this man. He’s blood related to me, but that’s all. There’s no morale or feelings inside of him.
“What’s up, uncle? Same run tonight?”
“Oh no,” he says, laughing. “I have bigger plans for you, my Roman.”
I shift uncomfortably in the cold metal chair he had brought in for me as I watch him round his desk. Leaning back on the wood, his long fingers slide into his pockets as he grins at me.
“You’re dating his daughter.”
His words are like an ice pick to my chest. I can’t lie. Obviously he knows. There’s no way he would have said something if he wasn’t positive. He’s not that intuitive. He doesn’t even ask, he just knows!
“Are you having me followed?” I whisper, praying he can’t hear my heart thumping wildly in my chest.
“You’re family. I make sure I know everything about my family. At all times.” He brings his hand out of his pocket and flicks open his pocket knife. For a brief moment I wonder if he’s going to kill me. Slice me open right here, right now. But he doesn’t. He wipes it clean on his white shirt, a faint trail of red left behind reminds me just what this man is capable of. Murder. Torture. Revenge.
He has no limits.
Then his black as coal eyes pin me in my seat.
“I want the girl.” Four simple words and my entire world starts imploding.
“What!” I bellow, jumping up from my seat. “You’re fucking insane!”
“Awww,” my uncle mocks. “That’s adorable,” he says in his best soft tone. Then his face falls. “You’ll bring her to me.” He shrugs. “She’s useless anyway. Dumb as a box of rocks, but she’ll get the job done.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” The words feel like venom spewing out of me. I’ve never talked back to my uncle. Everything I do in my life, I do it because he tells me to. No questions asked. But this? This is fucking insane!