Billionaire Benefactor Daddy: A Single Dad & Virgin Romance Boxset

by Natalia Banks

  “You’re so good,” Griffin moaned, “so good! You got it, baby, you own it! It’s yours, Lorraine, take it and have it, all for you! All for you, baby!”

  Lorraine wanted to answer, but her mouth was full, and she was intent on keeping it that way. Lick and suck and kiss, cradling those balls and giving them a little squeeze, she was in control in that moment, all of Griffin’s masculine energy in the palm of her hands, and at the tip of her tongue.

  He turned her around, pulling her back, his wet cock pressing against the small of her back. His hands returned to her wanting breasts, her nipples reaching out to greet his masterful fingers.

  Griffin pushed his huge head into Lorraine’s pussy from behind, her legs spreading to accommodate him. From behind it was a whole other sensation, and this was the first time any man had presumed to take Lorraine this way. Griffin felt even bigger, and every little shift in position delivered powerful bolts of orgasmic energy into her. Lorraine knew what she was facing, even if she couldn’t see it.

  She could feel every inch of it.

  And as that thick rail pushed into Lorraine, Griffin reached around, his fingers finding Lorraine’s twitching labia. Responding to his touch, she answered their unspoken greeting, pulling and twitching. The dual sensation was too much for Lorraine to resist, her orgasm already brewing within her. His fingers massaged her clit with the perfect pressure—circular patterns delighting and stimulating her nerves, her body beginning to quiver.

  Lorraine pressed her hands against the wall as Griffin pushed in farther into her hungry pussy, his gigantic cock slowly grinding against her tender pink clit. Lorraine pushed against the wall, Griffin pushed in behind her, and Lorraine relished the feeling of that gliding pole, slick and thick—every inch delighting and arousing her more and more. Lorraine clamped down, her lips pressing against the sides of Griffin’s grinding cock—pushing and tilting and circling in a brilliant blur of cocksmanship.

  Griffin rasped into Lorraine’s ear, “You want more? You want it even deeper, even more?”

  “Yes,” Lorraine barely said, “God yes, please yes!”

  Griffin slipped that cock in just a bit deeper, an odd, chaotic waggle sending waves of pleasure down Lorraine’s legs, her toes curling, her feet rolling on her legs.

  “You’re so good,” Griffin said, “you feel so good, baby, so tight and so good; the best I’ve ever known, Lorraine!”

  Griffin pushed that big throbbing hammer deeper into Lorraine from behind, her face finding the wall, her cheek pressing against the flat, hard surface. In and out, ’round and ’round, she was being crushed between a cock and a hard place, that unforgiving wall pushing back against her, giving her no respite at all.

  And she didn’t want any.

  Griffin’s hands slipped down from her hips, down to Lorraine’s inner thighs, pulling them farther apart, lifting her just a bit as he pushed in even deeper. Her feet lifted up off the floor, and she leaned harder against the wall, weight and momentum pressing against her, inside of her, grinding and shaking and shifting and fucking her until Lorraine’s heart felt like it was ready to burst.

  Lorraine pounded the wall, her flat palm clapping and slapping as she pounded her lust out in a series of dull thumps.

  “That’s right,” Griffin uttered in his deep voice , “let it out, baby, let it out.” Lorraine slammed the wall again, strength welling up in her that Lorraine scarcely recognized as her own. “I wanna hear you scream, Lorraine. All those years, hiding in that library, all that womanly power and energy building up in you, nowhere to go, no way to let it out…”

  “Yes…”

  “But now you’ve got a way, Lorraine, now you let it out! Scream it out, pound it out—”

  Lorraine screamed, “Yes!” and pounded the wall again, several times. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “Tell me you love it!” Griffin exclaimed.

  “Yes, I love it!” Lorraine squealed.

  “And you love me!” Lorraine’s mouth opened, the words too big to escape from her quivering throat. “Tell me you love me!” Griffin bellowed.

  “I do,” Lorraine croaked out, “I do. I love you…I love you so much!”

  “You love my cock.”

  “I love your cock!” she moaned.

  “And I love you, Lorraine! I love your pussy, and I love your tits and your face and your heart and your soul! I have to have you, Lorraine, every part of you, all of you…forever!”

  “Yes,” Lorraine burst out in agreement.

  “And I will!” he said strongly.

  “Yes…yes you will…”

  Griffin pushed even harder, smashing his muscular body against hers from behind, almost crushing her between his solid torso and that flat, hard wall. Lorraine’s breasts pressed flat, a moan pushing out of her mouth as Griffin’s titanic trunk slammed into her, hips threatening to crack, lungs empty of air, cold sweat pouring down the sides of her face. And all Lorraine could think was, More, more, God, I can’t take anymore!

  Griffin swung Lorraine around, his throbbing cock still deep inside of her. With a passionate whirl, he threw her face-down onto the bed. He stood behind her, his strong burly arms wrapped around her little waist.

  Lorraine’s fingers dug into the sheets, pulling them in as her arms reacted instinctively to Griffin’s pummeling. Griffin shook his hips, Lorraine’s body spasming intensely with pleasure, jaws clamped shut from erotic tension.

  He slapped her hard on the ass, the smack echoing in the room and underscoring their mutual moans. Griffin slapped her hard again, the vibration of the strike ringing in her ears, in her crotch, her legs trembling.

  The bed rocked beneath them, Griffin’s sexy python pushing into Lorraine, dominating her from behind, possessing her. Lorraine’s throat tightened up, her eyesight going blurry and dull, a low hum in her inner ears. Lorraine felt as if she was dying, murdered by pressure and lust and passion. And at the same time, Lorraine knew she was being reborn, enduring the pain and wonder of entering the world as a new person, a perfect innocent in a complex theatre of suspense and passion.

  Lorraine’s orgasm was explosive, tearing through her like a flash flood, rolling in an endless river of her juices. Lorraine’s body shook with the power of it—muscles twitching and contracting all over her body. Her mind went blank, no room for thought; her body was all feeling, and it was feeling it all. There was no containing it, no restraining it, no comprehending it. Lorraine’s throat clenched, no room for breath. Life itself was pointless compared to that surging cum inside her, that perfect man intertwined with her. She was swollen with that moment, all time ceasing, life becoming death, all things colliding.

  Lorraine threw out another loud cry, the tears rolling down her cheeks as her body kept shaking, ready to break apart and then fall together again. Griffin’s powerful arms wrapped around her—the only force preventing Lorraine from exploding and flying into pieces in a volcanic eruption of orgasmic joy.

  He held her tight, squeezing, encouraging Lorraine’s greater thrashing—a rebellion against the bounds of Earth, of society, of everything Lorraine had ever known or would ever imagine.

  Her body finally stopped shaking, resting in Griffin’s amazing embrace. He softly got up only to dab a fresh towel over her sweaty skin—a soothing and comforting ritual that made Lorraine feel cared for, and special.

  * * *

  Loved.

  Chapter 11

  The next day Mrs. B. took Ashe shopping so Lorraine and Griffin could see to various details relating to the upcoming rally that Saturday. The days were fast counting down, and the closer the day came, the more details kept popping up.

  Griffin said, “A permit? Do we…? What if we call it a public protest, that’s Constitutionally protected freedom of speech. They’re called the First and Eleventh Amendments. Look ’em up.” Griffin swiped the screen while Lorraine collected her purse.

  “Okay,” she said, setting a hand on Griffin’s brawny shoulder, “I’m going to run
down the library to meet Albert and Carmen, walk ’em through what we’ve got so far. It’s gonna take a miracle to pull this thing off without a hitch, but all of us together, I know we can get it done.”

  “That’s the spirit,” Griffin said with a wink. “Just, y’know, be careful.”

  Those words settled into the back of Lorraine’s brain with an ominous ring. “How do you mean?”

  He broke an awkward smile. “No, it’s…it’s nothing, never mind. You’re a big girl; I know you can take care of yourself.”

  “Against what…or who? Griffin, you’re scaring me a little bit.”

  “Really, it’s nothing, I’m just…I’m just being silly, that’s all. I’ve grown enormously fond of you, Lorraine Devonshire. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

  “But…what’s going to happen to me?”

  “Nothing, I’m sure, it’s just…in general, y’know? Like I said, I’m just being silly. Something about you, maybe, taking me off guard.”

  “Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. I think all three of us could stand to let our guard down a bit.” A sad silence passed before Lorraine said, “Does it have to do with your late wife?”

  He nodded. “Kayla was…she was something else. You’d have liked her. She would have liked you, I’m sure.” Lorraine nodded, but she didn’t have to say anything. She knew what she was about to hear, but there was no way to prepare for just how terrible it would be.

  Griffin stared out into the distance, only able to offer little glances at Lorraine as his memories crept up on him. “She was on her way to the store, the local supermarket. I don’t even remember what she was going to buy. Doesn’t really make a difference; she never made it that far.”

  Lorraine leaned against Griffin, a loving show of silent support. He went on, “Some kids had heard about this…this urban myth or whatever—a trend, a popular pastime.” He took a deep breath. “So they stole a manhole cover and took it up to a footbridge over the freeway. Those have a chainlink fence on each side, but this one was damaged—there was a seam between the link of the fence and the concrete of the wall, shouldn’t have been there.”

  “They didn’t—?”

  “Yes, they did.” A lump rose in Lorraine’s throat, stopping up whatever useless, pointless words she might have found if she could have. He went on, “She didn’t have a chance. They’re not even sure if she ever saw it coming. Investigator said she didn’t hit the brakes, didn’t swerve.”

  “Oh Griffin, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

  “No it’s…it’s good, I’m glad you did. I want you to know. I don’t tell many people, but you’re special, Lorraine, and you’re very special to me.” Lorraine smiled, gently rubbing his arm and giving him a little pat. “Anyway, we couldn’t give her an open casket funeral, obviously, that…the way it all happened. Then there was the pileup afterward. She lingered, long enough to know what had happened though, long enough to know what was happening. She asked about me, I was told—where I was, why wasn’t I there. But I was at the office, miles away. I wasn’t there for her; there wasn’t anything I could do!”

  Lorraine wrapped her arm around Griffin, and he pulled her close, strong arms wrapping around her, cheek pressing against her short, red hair. “You can’t blame yourself, Griffin. It was a horrible thing, but you could never have anticipated that. And even if you had been there, there wouldn’t have been anything you could do.”

  He just stared out, eyes dewy. “I would have been driving. It would have been me, not her. It should have been me.”

  Lorraine combed her fingers through Griffin’s hair. “And poor Ashe, hasn’t said a word since that day.” He gritted his teeth, visibly biting back on his anger and forcing a smile. “They never caught the kids. That only would have destroyed their lives too.”

  “I’m so sorry, Griffin.”

  “Yeah,” he said, “so am I.” They stood in their quiet melancholy; Griffin cleared his throat. He wiped his eyes and forced a smile. “Hey, you’ve got a meeting at the library, and I’ve got to get downtown, knock a few heads about these permits.”

  “Right.” She smiled. “Okay. Meet up later for lunch?”

  “You know my number.” They shared a smile and a kiss, but Lorraine didn’t make it as far as the door before Griffin repeated, “Be careful.”

  She turned. “I will, Griffin, I really will.” But she walked out of that hotel suite with the distinct feeling that it wasn’t going to matter how careful she was.

  Lorraine felt more and more confident dealing with Carmen and Albert, both her superiors. All three of them knew Lorraine had scored several major victories for the library; Carmen and Albert’s secret affair gave Lorraine all the leverage she needed. But there was more to it than that. She was smiling easily at their discomfort. But it wasn’t their discomfort but her increasing comfort, her growing strength in dealing with people which inspired that little smile—with Donal, with Albert and Carmen, with everybody.

  They walked around the library’s exterior, Lorraine pointing out a broad swath of the parking lot to her right, planning the finishing touches for the event that was only a few short days away. “I think the bandstand would go there, the concession tables over there. And the protestors in front.”

  “Protestors?”

  “Well, no, Albert, not really protestors, but…somebody’s gotta hold the signs, right?”

  Carmen repeated, “Signs?”

  “Sure, save our libraries, that kind of thing. It’s not a birthday party, Car.”

  Carmen and Albert shared a nervous glance. “I guess,” was all Carmen could say.

  “Look, I know you two are a little nervous. And what I said before, I didn’t mean for you to think that I was lording anything over you.”

  Albert said, “But you were, Miss Devonshire, that’s exactly what you were doing.”

  “And I’m sorry I had to, Albert, I really am. And I want you both to know that I will not break my promise. Your secret’s safe with me.”

  “Well that’s…that’s great, Lorraine,” Carmen said, “but what about the library?” Lorraine tiled her head, slight confusion before Carmen explained, “What if things get out of hand? You gather enough people like that together, carrying signs and getting all worked up. What if they rampage through the library, overturning tables and knocking the shelves down?”

  Albert said, “Carmen’s absolutely right. We should at least lock up the library.”

  “But Albert, a big part of this is to bring new people into the library—people who forgot we even existed. But all the good stuff’s actually inside the library.” Albert and Carmen sighed. Lorraine couldn’t help but wonder, What are they so edgy about? Do they mistrust me that much? Has my reputation really gotten that bad?

  Or do they know something I don’t?

  No, no, Lorraine silently assured herself, don’t do that, don’t give into fear. That’s the old Lorraine Devonshire!

  Lorraine smiled and turned back toward library. “I think we’ll put the face painter and the bouncy house over there.”

  Albert said, “I thought you said it wasn’t a birthday party.”

  “Let’s think of it as a rebirthday party.”

  Chapter 12

  The elk Jalapeño dog at Biker Jim’s was both gamey and spicy, coated with a hot mustard. Griffin and Ashe devoured their own dogs, exotic and fanciful against the homey, roadhouse atmosphere.

  “I’ve never had a hot dog like this before,” Griffin said. “Like yours, Ashe?”

  The boy nodded, his mouth filled with food as he chewed, a bit of mustard in the corner of his mouth.

  “It’s not exactly your average dog,” Lorraine said, “but it’s good to have some down-home food every now and then: hot dogs and pizza and things.” After an awkward pause, she explained, “Not that I haven’t had a great time this week—all those fancy restaurants.”

  “It’s been more than our pleasure,” Griffin said.

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nbsp; A nervous thought wiggled in the back of Lorraine’s imagination. “I have to say…I’m really gonna miss you two.”

  Griffin knew what she was saying, and instead of contradicting her, he only offered a slow, resolute half-smile.

  “Well, well.” Lorraine looked up at the familiar voice, Donal standing by their table wearing a broad, fake smile. “Look what we have here: the first family of Denver, Colorado.”

  Griffin’s eyes shifted from Donal to Lorraine until she introduced the two men. “Donal Roland, this is Griffin Phoenix and his son, Ashe. Guys, this is Donal, he’s…he’s a friend.”

  “A friend,” Donal said, “that’s rich.” He grinned at Griffin. “No pun intended. So what’s your plan with this guy, Lorraine? String him along like you did with me, and then when something bigger and better comes along, drop him like a hot potato? I should have known those months we were together, you were just wasting my fucking time!”

  Griffin stood up and faced Donal down. “Watch your language, buddy! We don’t have any business with you, Mr. Roland. Leave us alone.”

  “Wow, that’s good,” Donal said, “that’s really good. What’s gonna happen, you gonna beat me up too, like you did that other guy?”

  “If you leave me no choice.”

  “Right. I’m no sex attacker, pal. Touch me and I’ll sue!”

  Griffin grabbed Donal by the ear, a move so quick and graceful that Donal was bent forward before he knew what was happening. “Ouch! Ow, stop it!”

  Griffin calmly walked Donal out of the restaurant to proactively avoid the uncomfortable scene that was quickly unfolding, Lorraine and Ashe behind them.

  “Now you listen to me. Lorraine Devonshire is off-limits to you. You see her on the street, cross to the other side and keep walking.”

  “Or what?”

  Griffin yanked Donal, brought him in close, and said in a warning tone, “Like I said, take off and keep your distance!”

  He returned to Lorraine and Ashe while Donal staggered off. “I’m sorry that was uncomfortable; I think he got the message.”