by Alexa Blue
“Christian, I want you so bad,” she whispers, a plea fills her voice.
"I've got you, baby," I say as my finger glides up her folds.
She lets out a soft moan at first, but as my finger presses into her entrance, Amanda begins losing more control. Her moans grow louder, and I won’t dare stop. I don’t give a fuck who hears us, the only thing that matters is that I make my woman squirm with pleasure.
With Amanda's legs still wrapped around me, she gives off a helpless sigh as I lift her and carry her towards the table centered in the room. I lay down my queen, her pussy at my mercy. I rip off my clothes, and my cock bounces with appreciation. The veins around my shaft throb with anticipation as I slap my cock against her tightness.
I hold Amanda’s face and feel her entire body vibrating under my touch. She grinds her teeth to control herself as I spread her lips apart, and my bare cock glides into her.
I glance down at where we're connected and let out a mighty growl. Her juices on my cock are fucking beautiful. I allow her a moment to get used to the feeling of me inside her, before taking another inch until I'm balls deep inside her. My cock is engulfed in her soft wet pussy when I pull back and grind back, deeper this time. I run my hands against her breasts as I meet her with little thrusts. Every thrust growing faster and harder.
“Chri—Christian,” she moans, “I think I’m—”
“Come!” I growl and plunge my cock deep inside her. My hand lowers and I press my thumb against her clit.
Her eyes shut tight, and she lets out a noisy squeal as her orgasm hits her. Her pussy contracts around my cock, and I continue my relentless thrusts against her sensitive flesh.
My balls feel fucking heavy as my skin tingles, and my first stream of come shoots deep inside her.
“Oh, Jesus!” Amanda cries out. I fill my queen with my warm come. Her pussy tightens around me as she milks every last drop of my seed inside her.
I crash on top of my queen when a knock at the door catches both our attention.
Chapter Nine
Amanda
My eyes widen at the rapping sound on the door. “Oh, my God!” I mutter under my breath. Christian breaks out in playful giggles, which infuriates me. This is not the fucking time to be joking around.
“Fucking get dressed,” I squeal, pulling up his pants. “What if it’s hotel management?” Fuck, I feel sick as images being carried out by hotel management, with my hair still ruffled up and come stains on Christian’s pants, enter my mind. That is one sure way to screw up this deal with Marc Daniels.
“Sorry, er… coming!” I call out.
“Yeah, you are.” Christian grins.
Christian has already lifted his pants and fastened his belt when he opens the door and Stephanie barges in. I’m still raking my hands through my hair, trying to clear the evidence of what we just did when my eyes fix on hers.
“Amanda, what the fuck is wrong with you?” She screams as she darts towards me. From the venom in her eyes, it looks as if she won’t hesitate to slap me right across the face.
“Don’t you dare speak to her like that,” Christian jumps in, standing in front of my best friend.
"Get out of my way!" She screams. Her voice is so loud that I'm sure the entire floor must hear the commotion.
Stephanie had caught me in the act, and there's no escaping this. I have never been more embarrassed in my life, and the look of disgust she gives me makes me feel a thousand times worse. When she tells me how disappointed she is in me, I cannot help but feel disappointed in myself.
Stephanie side steps Christian and begins screaming at me again. She yells at me as if I'm a child being scolded for bad behavior.
As the screaming continues, her words fly over my head and the guilt I felt just moments ago is replaced by the sounds of my heavy breathing. I glare back at Stephanie with flared nostrils as she continues her shouting.
“I said, you will not talk to her like that!” Christian growls, raising his voice to match Stephanie’s.
“Christian,” I say in the calmest voice I can manage. “Would you mind giving us a moment, please?”
“Yes. Leave,” she echoes, yanking her arm free.
Christian looks at me before turning to speak to Stephanie again. His voice is soft, but I still hear what he says. "Oh, oh, you're in trouble now."
He walks out and shuts the door behind him when Stephanie starts speaking again. “Amanda, what th—”
“No!” I cut her off, “now you will listen to me.”
Stephanie must be too shocked to respond because she just stands there with large eyes as I walk towards her.
“I am done being treated like your doormat. I am done with the bullying, if you cannot speak to me with the same respect I offer, then I suggest we end this friendship right now. But, that was the last time you ever embarrass me in front of someone or speak to me like that." My words are sharp and crisp. "Do I make myself clear?” There is no beating around the bush and from the fire burning in my eyes, Stephanie can tell I mean every word.
Stephanie reduces her voice when she speaks again. “Babe, you know I’m only shouting at you because I’m disappointed in you. Disappointed that you couldn’t hold up your end of the pac—”
“Fuck, the pact!” I bark. “I don’t care how disappointed you are in me. Yes, I went against the forsaken pact, but for the first time in my life I am happy with a guy, and if you cannot be happy for me, then you do not deserve to be my friend."
With that, I brush past Stephanie as I make my way out of the room. I find Christian standing outside the door, listening in like a nosy neighbor.
“Baby, you were fucking amazing!” He tells me, placing his arms around me and lifting me off my feet.
“Why are you standing outside the door like some creep?”
“You think I’d leave you alone with a madwoman? I’d be damned if I let anyone harm you!”
As much as I didn't want Christian to hear any of the conversation I just had with Stephanie, I will admit finally standing up for myself feels incredible.
We head back to the bar so I can pay for the drink I ordered.
“Darlin,’ we have ten minutes left before we have to get back to the conference room,” Christian tells me as we walk down the passage.
I pause to look up into his eyes. I see the lust sparkling in those beautiful brown eyes of his as he scans down my body when I realize his intentions of having another quickie. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!”
“What? I can’t help it my woman is so damn sexy that I just cannot get enough of her…”
Christian
Amanda keeps up with me as I lead the way back to the boardroom. I stop walking and press Amanda against the wall outside the room.
“Wait,” I tell her.
“What’s wrong?”
I take a few moments to admire her beauty, admiring the cute dimples that form as she smiles at me.
“Amanda, you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She tries speaking again, but I place my index finger against her lips. I press my head against hers. "Amanda, you are mine, and always will be. You got that?"
She swallows hard, fighting back the grin forming on the corners of her lips. “Yes, sir.”
"Let's go, we have a meeting to attend, baby." I slap on her ass as she places her hand on the door handle, and I grab hold of her other hand. She pauses, and I give her a naughty wink.
She holds on the door handle for a few moments, before she lets me in on what’s happening in her mind. “Fuck, Christian, if we didn’t have this meeting now, I would do you all over again!”
“You bet your sweet ass I will make that sweet pussy mine the moment this meeting is done with.”
We walk back into the boardroom, my hand holding Amanda’s as we enter. She tries shying away as Marc Daniels notices our intertwined fingers, but my grasp is firm. Now that I have her as my own, I’m never letting her go. I will hold these pretty littl
e hands of hers until I take my last breath.
Moments later, Stephanie walks in, looking as if she's recovering from a heavy night of drinking. She gives Amanda an evil glare as she walks past her and skips a seat in between them. "Every—sing alright?" Marc Daniels asks.
“Yes.”
“Of course.”
They both respond. I’m not so sure about Stephanie, but from the way Amanda beams, she is fucking on top of the world.
Marc Daniels furrows his brows curiously. “I hope so.”
He’s French, not freaking blind. Hell, Stevie Wonder can see the tension between them.
“Everything is perfect," Amanda smiles. She glances over at me, "could not be more perfect. Now, where were we?"
Stephanie rolls her eyes and exhales an irritated sigh, but keeps her comments to herself.
Thank God, my business manager arrives for the second part of the meeting because I do not hear a single word spoken.
“Take notes,” I whisper to Andrew as he finds a seat next to me, “you’re running with this. I have more important things on my mind.”
“Yes, sir,” he affirms.
All I think about is how I cannot wait to take Amanda back home and ravish her sweet pussy. I'm going to make crazy love to her as I purr softly into her ear tonight, telling her how much I fucking love her. I will not stop until I fill her belly with my seed, and she bares my children.
I consider the beautiful babies we’d make, and the father I’d be to our kids. Hell will freeze over before I allow my kids to grow up with a dad like mine. Amanda and I will give them everything, all the love and support they need.
I slip my hand under the table and adjust my cock as more filthy thoughts of Amanda enter my mind. Now I need to control myself before I develop a raging fucking boner under this table. I doubt Amanda would be pleased if the entire boardroom were to see what belongs to her.
I have everything I have ever dreamed of. I have the house, the cars, the bikes, all the money I have imagined. But all the money in the world could come and go, and I’d be fine. But I will be damned if I allow my queen to walk away from me.
Whether she knows it or not, her fate is sealed. Amanda is my forever.
Chapter Ten
Amanda
I rub the back of my neck as I peep out into the dome, fast filling with media, designers, and ultra-rich influencers. The biggest moment of my life is about to unfold in the next thirty minutes.
Thanks to Mediatech, my brand has gone viral. Who would have thought the man of my dreams would be the guy that helps propel my label into the stratosphere? Mediatech managed to sell out the event in two days, which says a lot because, at $1000 a pop, entrance to this event does not come cheap.
I head backstage, and the sewing machines work in overdrive as the seamstresses rush to finish the last two dresses before the show starts.
“Ladies, how far are we?”
“We’re working as fast as we can,” Gabriel, my head seamstress affirms.
“Well, work faster!” I bark.
“La puta,” I hear her muttering under her breath.
We are all under a heap of pressure, and I know I'll have a lot of apologizing to do once this show is over. I've never had to complete so many outfits in such a short time. For the last two days, I've had visions of my dresses falling apart while some poor model takes the runway.
“Amanda, can I have a word?” Stephanie grabs my attention, pulling on my arm. “Please?”
Things have been awkward between Stephanie and me, to say the least. We have barely spoken since our disagreement. I have contemplated pulling her aside to tell her how sorry I am for screaming at her, but I kept talking myself out of it. If I were to apologize to her, it would only show I'm weak, that I didn't mean a word of what I said.
“Yeah, sure,” I say in the most neutral tone I can manage and pull her aside. “What’s up?”
Her eyes are puffy as if she’s been crying for the last few days now. The sight of Stephanie all broken, and teary-eyed kills me. She stares at me for a few brief moments, before leaning in and wrapping her arms around me in a hug.
“Manda,’ you were right… about everything. You have been nothing but a good friend to me, and I treated you like a dog. I’m so sorry!” Her shoulders jerk as I tighten my hold.
“Please forgive me, Amanda?”
I pull her off me, wiping the tears from her cheeks and smile. "You've already been forgiven, babe. God, I've missed you so fucking much!"
The look of relief on her face has me grinning from ear to ear.
“Would now be a good time to say I think you’ve got yourself a catch with the handsome Christian? And… and that I’m happy for you?”
It feels as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders now that I have my best friend back. She will be wearing the showstopper, and I plan on making more noise than I ever have as I cheer her on when she takes that runway.
The lights dim, and the anxious crowd dies down. I peep through the curtain opening, and Marc Daniels catches me. He gives me a warm smile that says, ‘you’ve got this.’
The DJ begins playing bouncy EDM music and strobe lights dance throughout the dome. The introduction feels like it takes forever, but eventually, Marc Daniels walks out on the stage, and everyone goes wild. I notice a few celebrities sitting in the front row, clapping and smiling at Marc as if they know him personally. Also sitting in the front row is the man of my dreams, Christian, in all his bearded hunky glory.
Marc introduces himself, as if anyone doesn’t already know who he is, and then mentions that this show is entirely dedicated to a new and upcoming Fashion Designer. Butterflies flutter inside my stomach when he mentions my name.
When the models finally take to the stage, it’s nothing short of magic. The dresses sparkle with the lighting in the dome, and they fall perfectly on every model's body.
Marc Daniels did not have to host this show for me, but boy am I glad he saw something special in my designs.
My career is off to a brilliant start, I finally have my best friend back, and I have a man that worships my every inch.
There’s no way this evening could get any better.
Christian
As Stephanie walks down the runway, the only voice I hear is Amanda's. She stands behind the curtains, screaming and shouting louder than anyone else. Almost makes me want to turn to the people next to me and say, ‘that crazy girl in the back, she's mine.'
She might as well move in already. Amanda has been at my place ever since I claimed her as my own four days ago. By now, I’m pretty sure there should be a baby in her with all the sex we’ve had. We’ve made love in just about every room in the house. It was only yesterday that Camila walked in on us as I took her on the kitchen counter. I just cannot keep my hands off that sexy, thick body of hers. Thankfully, she has different views on sex now. When I first met her, she believed it was very overrated, but now she is just as horny for me as I am for her.
I’m nervous about this event. Not because of the show, hell this fashion show is a hit. I make a mental note to remember to give Andrew a nice bonus after pulling this off single-handedly. I’m not nervous about the event, but I am nervous about what I plan on doing in the next few moments.
As the fashion show draws to an end, the entire audience is on their feet, clapping and cheering for my girl. Everyone is talking about her designs.
“Wow, that was unlike anything I have ever seen.” One woman says.
“I need to get in touch with the designer for my boutique,” another says.
Marc Daniels walks out from the red curtain, and the crowd goes wild.
“I think we can all agree that Amanda’s Freedom line will have us waiting in long lines to buy?”
Everyone cheers on in agreement, to which he pats the air, asking the audience to hold their excitement.
"Der' is a special man that helped this come together, and I would like to call him up. Dis is a man that built his bus
iness from de' ground up, and with all his challenges, he managed to show the world dat anyone can make it big if they are willing to dream. Ladies and gentleman, please give a warm welcome to Christian Steele."
This is it. It's now, or never I think to myself as I walk up the edges of the stage.
Marc Daniels shakes my hand, handing me the mic.
"Thank you, Marc, this has been an amazing evening. But, I don't want to bore you guys with any of my speeches. Without further ado, ladies and gentleman, please stand to your feet and make some fucking noise for the woman of the night, Ms. Amanda Miller!” I’m not sure it’s appropriate to swear in an event like this, but, fuck it. I’m so fucking excited, I can’t hold it back.
As Amanda walks onto the stage, it looks as if she’s about to break down. The look of happiness on her face means everything to me. Usually a woman of many words, I thought Amanda would like to say a few words, but instead, she bows graciously at the audience and plants a kiss on my lips.
“Amanda," I continue, speaking to the audience, but my gaze remaining on my beautiful woman, "has helped me become a better person. She has taught me how to love and to put others before myself. I have learned so much from her, and now that she's going global, I can only imagine the influence she will have on the rest of the world.”
I lower down on one knee, which leaves the audience gasping. "Amanda, you make me a better person. I cannot promise I will solve all your problems, but I can promise you that you will never need to solve them alone. Amanda Miller, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”
Her hands are pulled to her mouth as I extend the ring forward. It’s an 18karat gold ring I had Andrew ship in from South Africa. I wanted the best ring money could buy because my queen deserves nothing less. For the first time, the entire arena is dead silent, anxiously waiting on Amanda's response. Her hands still placed against her mouth. She reaches out for the microphone and brings it to her mouth.