"Okay," He went to the drawer, taking it out along with the lubricant and applied it and slide it along his length; as she could see, he was ready. Vivian grabbed the pillows and put them on the floor. "Which way will make you come the fastest?" She asked him.
He smiled, "On your knees baby, doggie style."
Vivian shook her head, whimpering, she put the pillows on the floor by the bed, got on her knees, bracing her elbows and hands on the bed to lean there as he lifted her short night shirt, pulled her panties down and off of her legs while she lifted one, then the other. A surprised gasp escaped her as he applied some lubricant to her, his middle digit stroking it on, just in case she wasn't wet enough for him to fully enter her. Vivian's heart was beating hard and crazy waiting in anticipation, the feel of his fingers on her private area, started stirring her. They readied her, entering her by teasing degrees. Touching her that way, he hadn't needed the lubricant because she was growing wet with every gentle caress he applied, trying to loosen her for his penetration. He'd had the best of intentions when he started, the plan had been to be quick, but he couldn't resist rubbing into her folds, lightly touching and caressing her clit, his problem was, he loved touching a woman too much, loved the feel of that part of their body. Vivian gasped, trying to stay quiet, but his fingers felt good, so practiced, stimulating her so that in no time, she was fully aroused and moving against them, trying to clench onto his wonderful fingers, spreading her legs wider for him, gyrating, "Ah! Jake, that - oh that - that feels so good." She cried, breathing hard.
"I know - you feel good, God I love some pussy, I swear. I want you to come, I can't just take you, not without you coming first." He was breathing hard, so turned on it made him feel like going on a eating frenzy. "You like that, yeah you do, sucking on my finger, so tight." He whispered to her.
"Ummm, yeah - oh yeah - ssssss, oh shit - you're gonna make me come - oh yeah Jake, oh yeah that feels soooo good." Her body was growing steadily sensitive, he was making that place between her thighs, swell, heat up, twitch and clench. He rubbed it gently, with just enough to keep the pleasure flowing. He couldn't stand it any longer, unable to stop himself, he moved his hand away, grabbed the back of her thighs pushing her up higher on the bed and replaced his fingers with his tongue, running it along her crevice, teasing at her throbbing, swollen clit. Vivian gripped the sheets with all her might, shaking, her face went into the bunched sheets, shoving them into her mouth to gag the sound, she bit into it and screamed deep into her throat, coming so hard she shook and trembled. He continued to lick and lave her, making her quake until she reached back to push him away. Jake positioned himself to one knee, backed up behind her, lifted his heavy, pumped up penis with it's tight head and first touched it to her swollen wet lips, she whimpered and he pushed into her folds to penetrate.
Vivian cried out, she couldn't help it, as sensitive as she was, throbbing, swollen closed and tight, it was traumatic and electrifying to feel something so large and dull being shoved into her. "Oh my god! Jake!" She sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep quiet, but as he pushed to fill her, forcing her to widen around him, her head shook. The size of him, even with the ring taking a few inches away did nothing to lessen the shock to her body. It took her breath away to feel him pushed deep within. He took hold of her hips, as his own began rolling back and forth, thrusting and pumping with long strokes that made his eyes close as he swallowed back moans of pleasure while driving into her. Vivian went back to biting into the bunched sheets as he swelled even more within her, clearly fully aroused and not far from ejaculating. She held onto the bed, trying to take it, letting him slam into her plump rear, pushing her into the bed with each pound against her, she whimpered and gasped, enduring eight minutes of his thrusting, he was too big to take without complaint. She was keening low in her throat with the last two minutes being the hardest because he was getting close and went at her hard, rapid thrust clearly out of control. Her head shook because it was hurting, she reached back, "Wait! Ugh, damn - wait a minute..." She cried out just as he finally erupted, grunting, groaning, grinding tight against her rear, holding on tight to keep every available inch of him inside of her, making sure every last drop of him went deep into her womb.
"Godalmighty, I'm gonna get you pregnant if it's the last thing I do! I swear I am," He grunted with small pumps to make sure every bit of his essence made it into her, not willing to waste a drop.
Finished, satisfied, he pulled out making her gasp again, her heart going like mad. She collapsed onto the bed, knees still on the pillows on the floor. "See, told you - a quickie." He whispered, breathing hard trying to catch his breath, he leaned looking into her face. "You okay?"
Vivian lay unable to answer right away, and then finally, "Yeah! I just need my damn head examined." She murmured. She throbbed, her uterus smarting from the battering.
He kissed her cheek, "Get in bed, I'll bring you a nice warm towel to wipe up." Gently slapping her bottom, "Go on, up in bed, I'm done with you, for now."
She looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at him as he rose to his feet, grabbed his bathrobe wrapping it around his waist and went out of their room to the bathroom.
Vivian finally climbed back into bed, with an aching feeling that before the month was through, she was going to be thoroughly and completely knocked up by this man. So much for them waiting two months. She could see now, he wasn't the least tiny bit interested in waiting, and because of the way he was, she wasn't willing to take something to keep it from happening. If he found out, he would go off on her, she knew he would. Vivian lay there, finally dozing with the realization that it might possibly be time for her to let go and just let what would be, be.
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Chapter 245
In L.A...
Catching and sending from it hundreds of tiny sparkling lights - dancing in a dazzling display as if alive, the grand, ornate chandelier hung in the center of the ballroom, dominating the ceiling as shards of brilliantly cut spears, spheres, tear drops, crystal prisms amid brass and beads galore poured from the base in a cascade of wonder. Immediately upon entering the ballroom, it was the first thing that caught the eye, gracing the painted ceiling from which it hung; suspended above hundreds of chattering voices calling out in greeting, mixed within the musical arrangement of the small orchestra playing for their pleasure. However no less extravagant, with it's strings section, violins, cellos, bass and piano accompaniment. The sound filled the ballroom, spilling into the entry hall as well out onto the terrace and gardens off of the ballroom.
The Bankers ball, was organized as such; that it was the one time when wealth could be flaunted to the extreme and nothing was spared in the layout. This particular ball consisted of four affiliate banks and branches that held their annual summer ball together. Each guest, depending on the bank or branch they worked for, would be assigned to sit in a chosen section set up with tables for their bank's dinning pleasure. Upon entering, each guest were directed to one of three cloak rooms where they would turn in their invite tickets for a name tag with their banks colors, logo and then their first name. While there, they would be offered an opportunity to purchase raffle tickets that would win them one of the following prizes. Top prize, a new Chrysler Sebring, second prize, his and her diamond channeled wedding band rings, third prize a Phillips 42' flat screen TV, surround sound home entertainment system, fourth an Apply Mac laptop with carry case and extras, followed by other prize certificates for, a day at a body spa, night out at one of top rated restaurants for two, a new hair style or haircut. Many raffle tickets were sold where the proceeds would go to a favorite charity.
Oscar and Georgiana made their rounds as did other bank owners, managers, meeting with various employees, greeting them with glad smiles that they could attend and wishing them a good time and best of luck with their raffle tickets. Much to Georgiana's surprise, she couldn't believe it that she'd run into Ben and Crystal in her banks area, Oscar hadn't been surprised because he did not at first recognize
them. Fact, he didn't know many of the employees that worked in their banks and so to come upon Ben and Crystal hadn't stunned him until Georgiana's reaction to Ben. Whom she'd studied enough on the pictures and videos to be able to spot him in a crowd. Her reaction to him, made Oscar look closer, immediately recognizing the face, he looked down at his name tag, "Ben, huh?" Oscar offered him his hand, "Good evening to you, glad you could attend, Ben, what?"
"Thank you sir, McPherson, Benjamin McPherson." He greeted in return, giving a solid hand shake.
"Mc - Pher - son? As in, Shawn McPherson?"
"Yes, sir, he's my father."
Georgiana audibly sucked in by the disclosure. "Everett Styles' son?"
Crystal and Ben both looked at her. He nodded and then, "Yes, his son."
"Your daughter, Deidre, invited us to accept the invitation to the ball in her place." Crystal explained smiling towards Georgiana, who, never acknowledged her presence, but kept her eyes on Ben replying to her statement as if he'd been the one who'd told her so. "In that case, welcome! I assure you, you're more than. I hope you picked up a couple of raffle tickets? There are some incredible prizes to be won."
Thrown by her neglect to include Crystal, Ben's expression must have shown it. Realizing that, Georgiana turned stiffly to Crystal and gave her a quick, fake smile.
Crystal chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief, it was so apparent what had just happened, she could do nothing else but laugh it off turning to Oscar to see his eyes on her. The moment he caught her attention, he smiled, "Such a pretty young woman, you'll have to excuse my staring. Glad to hear that our daughter invited you two, and it's my hope that you have a good time, and your name please?" He asked, reaching out to take hold of her hand with both of his, waiting for her name.
"Crystal, Crystal Bella Prescott." She returned politely, trying to delicately extricate her hand from his.
"Ah, Crystal - well named, and you certainly outshine the chandelier above us. Bella, is Latin, or Italian is it - for beautiful? Again, you are well named young lady." He boldly flirted.
"Yes, well ... thank you." She finally got her hand back, still polite, smiling.
Realizing there was an air of decorum that needed to be maintained, Oscar reluctantly turned to his wife, who was forced to tear her eyes from Ben, "Introductions are in order, my uh, Mrs. Wherrington, Deidre's mother - and I am Oscar Wherrington, her father."
"Nice to meet you sir, Mrs. Wherrington, you two must be so proud of your daughter. She is such an incredible person, allowing us to come in her place." Crystal went on to both of them, whether Georgiana gave her much attention or not. She had manners and knew how to conduct herself and would show no less than that regardless of what was shown to her. Because of that, Georgiana had no choice but to reciprocate, especially with Ben looking at the girl with such admiration, she wanted to show him she was a very kind and considerate person as well. Smiling at Crystal, she returned with, "My daughter is a Wherrington, learning her charitable nature from us. In fact, because you two are here in her place, we insist you sit where she would have, at the executive's table. Right dear?" She turned to her husband for support on her invitation.
"Absolutely, in fact - after dinner, if no one has done so yet, I claim the first dance with you."
Crystal gulped, nervous, but before she could speak, "Sorry sir, that dance belongs to me, as well the last dance. If there is space in the center some where, well then, I suppose if she wishes, you may."
Before he could cover it, the look that Oscar directed at Ben was the equivalent of observing a fly landing on his favorite dessert. Crystal missed it because she was looking up at Ben grinning when the next thing she knew, Georgiana reached out to grab his arm, pulling him against her. Crystal could have sworn that she pressed his arm against her breasts, looking up at him with sparkling flirtatious eyes. "Oh I'm sure he'll get a chance with her, because I'll be claiming you for a few dances - I insist upon no less than two." She simpered with sickening sweetness.
It was too much, Crystal looked away not to laugh out at her, or the look on Ben's face.
"Yes, well, uh, I suppose that would be okay." He was hesitant to accept, but he couldn't be rude.
"Oh we're going to have a fantastic night! Did you purchase any raffle tickets?" She cooed.
Crystal half expected her to tickle him under the chin and go, 'Goochy goochy cooo.'
"Yes, we did, thank you." He answered, trying to pull his arm away from her.
Embarrassed enough, Oscar cleared his throat, "Dear, since we have so many other's to greet, we better get on with it." He had to practically drag her off of Ben.
Helping him, Ben stepped back, pulling his arm free and turned his back on them, grabbing Crystal and heading in the opposite direction, doing the best that he could to speed up with each step they took. Crystal couldn't help it, she was cracking up as he dragged her along with him as far she the ballroom would let them get. They turned down a passage way and into a sitting room and busted up laughing.
"Holy shit! I need a bath! Holy shit!" Ben shook and shivered whipping his arm off as Crystal staggered back against the wall dying, in tears laughing so hard she could barely stand.
"I'm so glad you think this is funny! I feel so dirty! Yuck!" Ben whimpered pitifully.
"Oh my god, oh my god - I'm telling you now - she wants you!"
"What the hell man! I was scared she was going to grab my, you know what! She freakin' rubbed against me man!"
"I know! I saw! Oh my god, talk about desperate! She had them fake titties all up against you."
"Titties hell! She rubbed her hip against me too, against my groin!"
"No way! You lyin'!" Crystal gasped incredulous.
"Excuse me in what I'm about to say, but she brushed against Mr. Johnson!" He shivered again as he pretended to gag on something.
"I'm telling you now, all of the rooms in this place, don't you let her get you alone - she will be all over you!" Crystal warned shaking her head. She sat on the bench in the sitting room, opened her clutch purse and took out a mirror looking at herself, "Had me laughing so hard, made me mess up my eye make-up." She stated, wiping beneath her eyes where a bit of her liner had run. She looked up at him, "My eye make-up okay?"
Ben dropped to his knees before her, "I don't know, let me get a closer look here," He took her chin gently in hand, making her grin at him.
"Careful..." She warned.
"What?" He asked softly, "What am I doing, just checking - want me to make sure don't you?" He looked closer and closer as if giving her face a very careful inspection.
Once more they were suspended in gazing at each other, Ben sobered up as he admired her young pretty face, "Don't you - no matter what happens tonight, should we get separated, find yourself alone with him, okay? I don't trust him either! Jesus, the way he was looking at you!" He warned gently, his thumb lightly caressed her skin.
Crystal backed away from him, "Believe me, I can take care of myself." She asserted.
"Did I ask you that, if you could take care of yourself? That's all well and fine, but we left that place tonight together with me held responsible for your safety. Anything happens to you, I have to disappear."
"Don't be ridiculous, you aren't responsible for me or my safety."
"Bull - I sure as hell am! He'd never get done kicking my ass about anything happening to you."
"Shawn?" Crystal asked.
"Of course, your papah-Shawn - he's already let me know, anyone ever hurts you, his foot would be drilling for days, that included me. I believe him."
"Wow... he said that huh?" Crystal smiled gently, pleased by the thought.
"You bet he did."
She stared at him a moment and couldn't stop herself from asking, "What if - he'd never given such a warning, then what?"
Ben leaned in closer to her braced on the bench, "What do you think?"
She reached up and touched his cheek, caressing it, "I would protect you too, even from the
all powerful, Mrs Wherrington." She leaned forward, grabbed his head and kissed his forehead, then tapped the tip of his nose. "Come on Mr. McPherson, let's go have some fun."
"You might wish to control that salivating that you do, or is that the result of your surgeries? Either way, I would advise that you discontinue it."
Ignoring that, Georgiana's focus was on more important things like, "I hope you don't expect me to stick by you for the entire evening?"
"You must have gone mad! Completely ruin my night?! I warn you not to try it - after the announcements and dinner, you're free to go." Oscar assured her as they continued on with their section.
Elsewhere, Benjamin and Crystal, with drinks in hands, toured the grand mansion, owned by one of the bankers who held it there. Neither gave a thought to the fact that they were holding hands as they walked around touring the massive estate where the guest were permitted. It was a strange and new thing for Crystal during that time together, that they walked, holding hands as if they'd always known each other, had always done this and this holding hands as they were, was a perfectly natural thing for them. The longer that it went on, the more intense the sensation became that made Crystal feel, she'd always been with this man. Which was ridiculous she knew. Yet and still, they moved in such a fluid companionable stride, side by side, one would think they'd been together for years and years. Every now and then, he'd give her hand a bit of squeeze to get her attention to look at something that interested him, whether that would be paintings on the wall, or sculptures standing by windows. He'd get to a painting, and if he liked it, without a word, he'd turned to her and his pleasure would be evident. With a lift of a brow, Crystal knew he was asking, did she like it? A smile and a nod was answer enough. The next if he didn't like it, that too showed on his face, sending Crystal into giggles because just as he did with her boys, making things interesting for them, he made different faces of displeasure for her, sending her into hopeless chuckles and sometimes a burst of laughter when he made a really good, yucky face. Ever encouraging her to fun, Crystal would try to emulate, and if she failed, he'd stand there, doing it over until she got it. Making her laugh worse, because she knew if anyone was watching, they'd think them crazy - clearly out of their minds. He was silly - could be silly because he was confident and didn't give a damn what anyone thought of him. She saw that in him, as clear as day. He cared only what Crystal thought of him, as long as he could make her smile, giggle, laugh out loud, then nothing else mattered.
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