Worldly: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants #9)

by Flora Ferrari

  I’m more than happy to comply.

  I bring my hand down on her ass again, increasing the pressure. Squeezing harder at the end of the slap. Kneading her globes each time. I can hear her juices as I move her body. My balls are already drawing up and there’s no more waiting.

  I reach down with my right hand and guide my cock to her entrance. I slide my left hand up and slowly insert two fingers into her mouth. She grabs my wrist, sucking their length. It’s all the invitation I need. I slide my dick in slowly, and the feeling comes racing back. Being inside her. Owning her.

  I slide forward so I can get deeper. I thrust deeper and faster and she releases my fingers, gripping the pillow.

  My hands grab her hips and I pull her into me. I fuck her so violently the legs of the bed are coming off the floor.

  I can feel her juices gushing out on my cock as she moans into the pillow. Our position so primal my entire body and mind are lost in taking her.

  Fuck. I don’t want to bust already. I have to stay in control. But around her I have none.

  We have the rest of our lives for passionate, tender acts in the bedroom. Now is not one of those times.

  “I need to annihilate you, Maria.” It sounded war-like and inhumane, but she knew exactly what I meant.

  “Destroy me,” she said.

  I let loose and slam into her with everything I have. I’m kneading her ass as I bury her into the bed with each thrust.

  She was so tight I could barely take much more. The thought that I would be the only man to ever feel her. That I had already taken her virginity and would continue to for the next few hours. Our pleasure from her first time drawn out as long as she could take it. My cock will be the only one she’ll ever have.

  “I’m going to fill you with my cum,” I moan.

  Her head is too buried in the pillows and her body being tossed around like a rag doll too much to even process my words. But I’m wrong.

  “I’m cumming,” I hear and feel her pussy clench around my dick. It sends me over the edge again and I thrust hard once more and explode inside her, forcing my hips as far forward as possible to fill her with my seed.

  I collapse to the side taking her with me. We’re spooning, breathing hard. I reach around and rub her bud, my cock still inside her. I know she’s sensitive, but she reaches her hand down and places it on mine, moving it faster, letting me know it’s okay to continue. I rub her clit in modified circles as I feel her wetness drip out of her and onto my leg. She’s marked me, just as I’ve marked her. As much as I enjoy the thought, there was no need. She already has me, entirely. She’s mine and I’m hers and hers only.

  CHAPTER 16

  Maria

  T he next morning I wake up and see it’s already ten. Shit, I have to be at work at three and before that I have to run some errands. I want to snuggle in his arms, but I can’t. That will have to wait.

  “You don’t want lay here a little longer,” he says.

  “Oh, I do. Believe me, I do, but I can’t.”

  “I understand,” he says. “Can I make you breakfast?”

  “No, I have to get going.”

  He looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Is everything okay?” he says, lifting himself from his bed and running his fingers down my cheek.

  “Believe me, it’s perfect. It probably doesn’t look like it, but I have a lot to do.”

  “Something tells me there’s more to it than that.”

  “I just can’t have my dad finding out. Not right now.”

  “He won’t be back until tomorrow.”

  “He has a tendency of showing up early. You know how he is. All business. He doesn’t waste time. When his meetings are done he comes home right away. He’s connected to this patch of land.”

  “You’re right,” he says.

  I stand on my tip toes and he bends down to kiss me. He squeezes my ass hard and we both laugh.

  “I can’t wait until we get to do this again,” I say, opening the door, but still facing him.

  “Me either,” he says.

  “But we really have to tell my dad.”

  “Tell me what? Tell me what, Maria?”

  Oh shit!

  Dad has arrived home early just as I feared, and he’s pissed.

  “What the hell is going on? Where’s Travis?”

  “I’m here, Ed,” Travis says, stepping outside. Fortunately he had just enough time to put on his pants, but that’s it.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? I let you stay here when you need help and this is how you repay me…by fucking my daughter?”

  “It’s not like that, Ed.”

  “Get your ass down here, Travis. I’m going to fuck you up.”

  For the next ten minutes these two go at it in the dirt. They’re both bleeding, spitting, cut and it looks like they’re right back in combat. Finally they seem exhausted enough to be at somewhat of a point where there’s a draw. Each is too tired to land a proper punch or kick on the other. Thankfully no knock-out punches were landed.

  It was hell to watch. My own father and his best friend trying to tear each other apart. That alone would be plenty of reason to hate what was happening in front of my eyes. Discovering Travis and our feelings towards each other just makes it worse.

  “Stop! Please stop. Both of you,” I say.

  “I’m just getting started,” dad says, but I know he’s got little left in the tank.

  “Dad, I love him,” I say. And it’s true. Seeing Travis like that, getting hurt, put the worst feeling inside me. I knew if something happened to him I would be devastated.

  “No you don’t,” my dad says. “You’re just saying that to protect his ass, and your own.”

  “It’s true, Ed,” Travis says in between trying to catch his breath. “We’re in love.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” my dad says.

  “Ed, it’s true. It just happened so fast that it almost seems unbelievable.”

  “You’re almost twice her age.”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “It sure fucking does!”

  “Daddy, listen to me. Remember how it was when you met mom? How you told me they way her parents looked at you at first because you weren’t white? How her uncle insisted on calling you Eduardo, even though you were always known as Ed? Daddy, you fought the same obstacles. You fought them and won. Please, daddy, don’t be the one who puts those same obstacles in-between us.”

  “That was different. Much, much different. Don’t you try and compare.”

  “I know it was different. I couldn’t imagine experiencing that, but all I’m trying to say is your love was not perfect in the eyes of others, but you made it work. Work long enough to have me. What Travis and I have is different too. Different in a different way, but still different. But just like you and mom it will only draw us closer. Us against the world. Please daddy, at least give us a chance. Just like the chance you wish you had when you first started seeing mom.”

  I could see the expression on my father’s face soften just a little. He was still beyond angry, but I think my words had gotten through to him. Being a Delta Force guy he had to be logical. Get emotional, get killed he told me a time or two. And he prided himself on containing his emotions.

  He brushed himself off. “Get out of here,” he said. “I need to talk to Travis.”

  “But I need to—“

  “Go! I’ll call you later.”

  I grabbed my things and ran to my car. Just before I got in, I looked back. The only two men in the world I truly loved were both staring back at me. I just hoped they could work it out between themselves. There was no way I wanted to be forced to choose between one or the other.

  CHAPTER 17

  Travis

  One week later

  I had found a place a few miles from her dad’s. There was no way I could stay there anymore. It was too hard on Ed. This was his angel and he wasn’t going to allow me to live on his property and do things to her that he didn’t want
to think about.

  I couldn’t blame him, and I didn’t even ask him to make a decision. I told him I’d find a new place, and I did. I was gone the next day. Fortunately they had a stall there where I could bed Snowflake.

  Maria came to visit right away and I put the ball in her court. I wanted her to move in with me. I’m a man who knows exactly what he wants. Her. There’s no playing games with me. I wanted her in my house, under my roof. All the time. At least when she wasn’t at college. We’d work on that after the semester ended. I’d probably have to move again, but I didn’t care. Although I was ready to end my nomadic ways, I would happily move once more so she could attend her classes, but come home to me each and every night.

  And so we could start a family one day.

  I drove to her dad’s place. I could see she was nervous. I reached over and took her hand in mine once I got the truck up to fifth gear.

  We didn’t speak. I thought about asking her if she was sure. If she had thought everything through fully, but I knew she had. She had made her decision and her mind was set.

  We arrived at Ed’s place and he stepped outside. He wasn’t comfortable with us yet, but he was trying.

  Maria walked gingerly toward him, but once they got close they couldn’t help but grab each other for a deep embrace. They had been through a lot together, and were about as close as a father and daughter can be…when your father is a Delta Force operator. Never knowing when he’ll be home or if he’ll be coming home at all.

  I didn’t say anything, just watched.

  Eventually, in between tears, she stepped inside and gathered her things.

  “Ed,” I said respectfully.

  “Travis,” he offered.

  “I’ll take really good care of her.”

  “I know you will.”

  I extended my hand and thankfully he accepted it. We shook, still keeping a bit of a distance between us.

  Maria came out of the house. She had already packed her bag before so it was just a simple grab-and-go mission.

  I nodded to Ed, and he nodded back. Our hands separated and as Maria passed me I took hers. I opened the door for her and put her bag behind the seat.

  As we drove off I could see Ed just standing there in the rear view.

  I was taking his baby girl from him. It was a responsibility I didn’t take lightly, and he knew it. I was going to prove to him, and to Maria, that I would provide for her, protect her, and care for her like no one else could.

  She was mine now, and that meant more to me than anything in the world.

  EPILOGUE

  Maria

  One year later

  I feel the warmth of the tea in my hand, but it can’t compete with the warmth in my heart when I look out the window.

  Travis is holding our little baby, Jack, introducing him to Snowball. I want to run and get my camera, but there’s no way I’m missing this moment. Plus I have to keep my eyes on John and James.

  Travis had told me later he knew we would have twins at least. Maybe triplets. He was right. Unfortunately right, I thought at times during the pregnancy, but now I couldn’t have asked for more. Three little healthy baby boys.

  We may have had three boys, but they weren’t identical. As lucky as we were, we hadn’t beat the two hundred million to one odds of identical triplets. Maybe next time, Travis had joked in the delivery room. I still think he might be serious.

  Travis must feel my eyes on him, as he turns towards the window and takes Jack’s little hand and waves to his mommy. It melts my heart. Two of my men out in the backyard with a white horse. If this isn’t a fairytale I don’t know what is.

  And the fifth man will be over shortly. It didn’t come easy, but dad warmed back up to Travis. They’re off doing things together again. Just last weekend they went fishing while my girlfriends came over to play with the boys and catch up on each other’s lives.

  And Travis wasn’t the only thing dad warmed up to. It was my mom who had comforted him through those first couple months Travis and I were together. And during the course of comforting him, they remembered how their love had also beat the odds. Odds they were ready to challenge again. They were supposedly taking things slow, just to see how much fire was in the tank, but they couldn’t fool us. They had become inseparable again. They truly were just like us.

  It’s hard to believe it was just a year ago that Travis and I found each other, and now we’re parents. It’s been amazing. He’s supported me so much with my classes and the university. I don’t even have to ask for foot massages.

  But some days I don’t even need them as I’ve been able to complete some of my non-lab work through their Distance Education program. It’s been the blessing I couldn’t have imagined…staying home watching my boys grow. And grow they are. They must get it from their father. Jack, and friends, and the Beanstalk I lovingly call them. Travis is far from a beanstalk, but he definitely grew toward the sky. His height intimidates most people, but I know deep down he’s a teddy bear when it comes to me.

  There’s only one thing missing from my life. A proposal. I know Travis wants to, but he wanted to have some money coming in first so he could do it right. It’s not that I want an expensive ring or anything. He just insists on being able to take me on a nice honeymoon. I’m not about to argue with that.

  And yesterday when Travis was tired from working I decided to surprise him by cleaning out his truck. I was about five minutes in and had to stop. I couldn’t tip him off as to what I found underneath the seat. When I saw the little black box, I knew. I didn’t open it. I still wanted that surprise whenever he was ready to give it to me. And I knew that’s why he kept it in the truck. It was the only place he knew I wouldn’t look…until yesterday.

  And Travis had been using his truck more and more. He had started a small program for other veterans with PTSD. The bigger cases he had to refer to a licensed practitioner, but most of his business came from referrals. Guys who were returning from any and all branches of service that knew something was a “little off” but couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

  In a couple more months Travis would have the money to buy Snowball a companion, and they we could really expand operations here. But most importantly we could help more people. More veterans who deserved the best after what they sacrificed for their country. I couldn’t be more proud of my man.

  The door opened and Travis ducked his head down to enter. “Something smells good,” he says.

  “Dinner’s already started,” I say.

  “That smells amazing, but I wasn’t talking about dinner. I was talking about you.”

  He carefully laid Jack down in his bassinet, and came to me. I could see the fire in his eyes as he wrapped me up from behind. He took my tea from my hands and sat it on the table before spinning me in his arms and sweeping me off the ground.

  “We did it,” he said. “We defied all the doubters.”

  “Are you surprised?”

  “Not in the slightest. I knew you were mine and I was yours from the moment I saw you. I never cared what anyone else thinks, except your dad.”

  “And he’ll be over here tonight.”

  “Yes, he will. He wouldn’t miss such a special occasion.”

  “Special occasion?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see,” Travis says.

  “Oh will I?” I feel the excitement shoot through me. Maybe tonight was the night he was going to propose. This would be perfect.

  “You will,” he says. “But there’s one thing you’ll never have to wait for.”

  “And what might that be?” I say.

  “To see how much I love you.” Travis kisses me passionately before pulling his face back just to take in the sight of me. “You’re so beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

  “And I’m the luckiest woman.”

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you.”

  The End

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