by Stella Stone
Flattening my tongue, I lick the underside of his shaft from root to tip, then I kiss the seam and open my mouth for him.
Aldrich slips his hand into the back of my hair and fists it, gently tugging my head down his length. That is how he fucks my mouth, he uses me, moving my head up and down his length by the hold he has on my hair.
“Spread your thighs,” he orders through gritted teeth.
Lifting my eyes to his, I spread my legs. He looks lost in euphoria, much like he did last night when he finally entered me. It makes me feel powerful.
He yanks me completely from his cock and I attempt to catch my breath. Glancing down at his length, I almost whimper, it’s wet, hard and waiting. Aldrich releases my hair and slips his hand between my thighs. I moan as his fingers gently guide through my wet center.
“So fucking wet,” he growls. “Ride my hand, baby girl. Show me how you’re going to ride my cock.”
He slides two fingers inside of me and presses his thumb against my clit. I’m beyond shame and embarrassment when it comes to being in this bed with him. I do as he asks, knowing the reward will be sweet.
Rolling my hips, shifting and bouncing, I ride his fingers. He curls them inside of me, my wetness making noise as my head falls back and my eyes close. My orgasm rushes through me, a feeling I didn’t think I could have as many times as I have since last night.
I’ve lost count of how many times Aldrich has brought me over the edge, and I love it.
Every single fucking second of it.
ALDRICH
Penelope crawls over my body and aligns herself with my cock. I’m holding it firm and I lift my hand, wrapping it around her hip as I tug her down until she’s completely seated on my dick.
Opening my eyes, I look into her pretty face and I smile. “I didn’t think you could feel better, but fuck me, baby girl,” I groan.
She smiles, embarrassment clearly flashing in her features. She lifts her hips, then grinds down. Her pussy is so fucking wet, it’s completely soaked my cock, and is now dripping down my balls. Sliding my hands up her sides, I cup her breasts with my hands.
Pinching her nipples, I tug on the hardened buds. Her head falls back, and she arches closer to my touch as she grinds her little clit against my pelvis. I decide here and now that next time I fuck her, I’m putting pretty clamps on these sensitive nipples.
Her hips jerk as I tug even harder against her tits. She lets out a sigh, then moans as she begins to ride me harder. Yes, my baby girl likes nipple and ass play, she is definitely my match. I bite the bottom of my lip, wondering if she would be willing to pierce these pretty peaks for me, for her—for us. I’d have her dripping in diamonds, too.
“I’m close,” she unnecessarily moans.
I can feel her swollen cunt, flutter around me. I know she’s probably extremely tender, but I can’t not fuck this creature. I’m cunt drunk on her, needing to be inside of her as much as I can. She consumes me, and in turn, I feel the need to consume her.
It doesn’t matter that I own her, I need her to crave me, to want me as much as I do her.
“Come all over me, baby girl. Soak me, Penelope.” I urge.
My words are her undoing, along with my fingers that pinch her clit. Her entire body vibrates as she squeezes me and for the first time since being with her, I come deep inside of her sweet cunt, uncaring of the consequences.
“Oh my God,” she cries as my cum fills her tight cunt.
My roar fills the quiet room, my hands bruising her hips as I hold her down, my entire cock buried inside and shooting ribbons, upon ribbons of cum until it starts to leak from her. Slipping my hands up her back, I pull her down, groaning when her soft tits press against my chest.
“Jessica told me there’s going to be a party this weekend, your mother is throwing it,” she whispers, her breath hot against my neck.
I grunt. Wishing that I hadn’t known that piece of information, but assuredly my mother will be calling me if she hasn’t already, to inform me of the event. One that I will not be allowed to miss.
“She also made me buy all these really expensive clothes. I kept the tags on them in case you wanted to return them. They’re just ridiculously priced and in no way do I need anything that expensive. Except maybe the underwear I was wearing yesterday, I don’t think I can take any of that back,” she rambles, adorably.
I chuckle, tugging on a strand of her hair. She lifts up slightly, pressing her forearm against my chest, my cock softening but thankfully still inside of her. “You’re keeping it all, especially the sexy lingerie. I’ve already told you, money is no object, baby girl.” She shakes her head, but I cut her a warning look and she sighs, closing her eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Penelope. You’re mine, which means it’s not only my duty, but my pleasure to take care of you. Let me do that, okay?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but she doesn’t argue with me. She nods and smiles softly. I feel her pussy squeeze me, and I groan. “If you’re too sore to be fucked again, you better stop that shit,” I warn.
She squeezes me again, and I growl. “I’m sore, but I don’t know why, I love it when you’re inside of me, sore or not. It feels so good when you’re moving in me. I like the pain, Aldrich,” she admits, her face turning pink.
I hum. My hands gripping her hips and I slowly move her up and down on my now half-mast cock. I use her slippery, sticky, cunt to jack myself to hard again. When I’m ready to pound into her, I flip her onto her back, my lips touching hers before I speak.
“I want you so goddamn sore you can’t walk the rest of the day,” I warn. “Get ready to hurt, baby girl.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PENELOPE
I smooth down the expensive dress. Turning to the side, I wonder what it is that makes this solid teal fabric worth almost one thousand dollars. It fits my frame flawlessly, hugging my curves and showcasing them in a way no regular cheap cotton dress ever has. But that doesn’t make it worth the price tag in my eyes.
Slipping my feet into the high nude pumps, I take another look in the full-length mirror. Letting out a puff of air, I roll my eyes. My long dark hair is straight, my body seemingly strong yet, I ache. Every piece of me aches just like Aldrich promised.
A throat clears from behind me, and I turn my head to look at the man himself. He’s wearing a gorgeous smirk on his lips, my eyes unable to take in and travel the rest of his body.
“Stunning,” he rasps.
My tongue slides out and I taste my bottom lip, wetting it in an attempt to buy myself a little time. I need to gather my thoughts, my mind a mushy haze just from the sight of him alone.
“I’m half tempted to keep you here, fuck you a few more times, and forget the party altogether,” he growls.
My aching body springs to life with desire again. I didn’t know being this turned on, this often was physically possible. It seems that when it comes to Aldrich, all things are possible. Slowly, I close the distance between us. Placing my palm on the center of his chest, I tip my head back.
“I wouldn’t fight you if that’s what you wanted,” I breathe.
Aldrich chuckles, wrapping his hand around my waist and giving me a gentle squeeze. “My mother would bust down the door if we didn’t show,” he murmurs.
“We could hide in the dungeon,” I offer which causes his smirk to grow into a smile and his eyes to ignite.
Lowering his face, my breath hitches when his lips caress my own. “You’re not too sore for a session? I have a feeling after an evening with my parents it will be more pain than pleasure, baby girl,” he rasps.
I think about his words, then I remember how good it felt when he pulled on my nipples, pinching and tugging to the point of sweet pain. I loved it, the way he made me hurt and even now they ache, but I want more.
“I want it,” I breathe. “Will you hurt me, Aldrich?”
He groans, his fingers gripping my waist even tighter. His tongue im
mediately fills me, causing me to whimper into his mouth. He in turn growls and grinds his erection against my belly.
“Yes, baby girl. I’ll hurt you tonight,” he breathes against my lips. “I’ll need it,” he admits.
By the time he’s finished kissing me, my body is so weak that I’m not sure I’ll be able to go to this party and hold any type of conversation at all. I want Aldrich, I crave his touch, and I need it—now.
ALDRICH
Penelope is quiet as I drive toward my parent’s home. I don’t want to bring her here. My mother will be sweet, cordial, and overcompensate for my father’s shitty attitude. I already know how the evening will play out.
By the time we leave I’ll be so fucking wound up, then I’ll need to fuck her before we even make it home. Then when we do arrive back at my place, I will be on edge for another type of relief. One that I don’t think she’s ready for, but she’s getting tonight.
Pulling into my parent’s street, I groan at the sight of the cars parking along the drive. I recognize most of them as my parents friends. I’m grateful when I catch a glance at one of Whitaker’s cars. He’ll at least keep an eye on Penelope for me, if nothing else.
“This is a lot of cars for a small get-together,” Penelope breathes.
I chuckle, reaching over and giving her thigh a squeeze. “Baby girl, nothing my parents do is small, ever.”
Parking in my designated spot, I kill the engine and attempt to just breathe. Catching my breath is something I have to do before I throw myself into their world.
“Do you know your lineage?” I ask.
Penelope turns her head, her brows knitted in confusion, but I need to know. My father will ask, no he’ll demand. If I know ahead of time I can cut him off at the pass.
She clears her throat, her lips pressing together. “Jessica guessed me as Italian. Is that important, being Italian?” she innocently asks.
I snort. “My father is full blooded Greek. My mother is blonde haired, blue eyed, American mutt. However, my father has been vocal about my brother and me marrying Greek women. Obviously, Arthur didn’t follow suit,” I shrug.
Penelope bites the corner of her lip and shakes her head a couple times. I watch her pretty dark hair fly around her shoulders, wishing I could sink inside of her right this very second. I feel like a teenager, my mind focused on sex and sex alone since those lights turned on behind the viewing glass all those days ago.
“Technically, I’m half Romanian and half mutt,” she admits. “I don’t know who my father is, but my mother is full blooded Romanian.”
I grin, her darker features akin to my own now making sense. Reaching toward her, I run my fingertips down the sides of her neck, before I curl them around the front.
“You’re made for me, baby girl. There’s no other explanation other than that,” I say, sounding like the cunt hungry fool that I am.
Her lips turn up into a small smile and she lifts her hand, wrapping her fingers around my wrist before she speaks. “Take me inside to meet your family, Aldrich.”
I nod, my thumb caressing the front of her chin, then moving to her plump bottom lip. “Yes, Penelope. Let’s go inside,” I rasp.
Releasing my hold on her, I shove the car door open and unfold from the front seat. Making my way over to the passenger side, I open it and hold my palm out for her. She slips her cool, slim fingers inside of my hand and I help her to stand.
Sliding my hand around my woman’s waist, I guide her toward my family’s home. I’m unsure what awaits me. Unsure if my father will be angry, or pleasantly pleased by my choice in a woman. I’m not giving her up through, never.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
PENELOPE
The sheer amount of people in this house should make me nervous. They don’t. There is only one person who is staring directly at me that has my belly flipping with nervousness. I know exactly who he is as soon as my eyes meet his.
Randall Lowell.
His name doesn’t sound one ounce Greek, but looking at him, seeing his dark hair and his olive skin, there is no doubt that he has Greek ancestry flowing through his veins, just like Aldrich does.
Randall doesn’t move, his eyes are focused on us, as if everyone else in the room has completely disappeared. Aldrich must feel it as well, as he guides us directly into the lion’s den.
“Father,” he greets, his voice deep and husky with a bite to it that I don’t recognize.
The man chuckles, his smirk unkind and challenging. “I see you’ve brought your new prize.”
Aldrich growls, but doesn’t say anything to correct him immediately. “This is Penelope. Darling meet my father, Randall Lowell,” Aldrich introduces.
I lift my arm, holding my hand out to shake Randall’s, but I’m caught off guard when he lifts my hand to his mouth and places a slow kiss to the back of my fingers.
My eyes widen when he sneaks his tongue out to taste my skin. I try not to yank my arm away, especially when Aldrich’s fingers grip my waist so tightly that I know I’ll be bruised later.
“She is delectable, son,” Randall winks. “Tell me, what nationality are you, Penelope?”
I open my mouth to speak, but thankfully Aldrich beats me to it. “She’s half Romanian, father, not that it truly matters.” He sounds bored, but I know by the still firm grip on my waist that he’s anything but.
Randall’s eyes look me up and down, then he turns to Aldrich and grabs ahold of his shoulder, giving him a rough shake. “Good boy, finally one of my boys has found a girl I approve of,” he chuckles.
A few minutes later Randall has taken his leave, and I let out an exhaled breath just in time for a blonde woman to float in front of us.
“Mother,” Aldrich says, his voice a million degrees warmer and more affectionate than I’ve ever heard from him.
The woman ignores Aldrich and reaches for me, wrapping her hands around my shoulders she tugs me away from Aldrich’s hold and envelops me in a gigantic hug. “I’m Tonya, it’s so nice to meet you,” she whispers against my ear.
Once our embrace is broken, I take a step back and give her a small smile. “I’m Penelope.”
“Of course, you are. She’s absolutely perfect, Richie,” Tonya breathes.
Aldrich chuckles, tucking me back against his side. “I know, mom,” he murmurs.
We spend another few minutes talking to Tonya. She’s sweet, but a bit loopy. I think that she’ll be fun to get to know though. Someone pulls her away and Aldrich lets out a sigh. “She’s sweet, but I think she’s lost in her head half of the time,” he murmurs.
“She seems lovely, Aldrich,” I smile.
He shakes his head, dipping his chin to place a kiss on my forehead. “Okay, baby girl,” he mumbles against my skin.
ALDRICH
Whitaker frowns as he looks between Penelope and me. Jessica has dragged her off to the corner to talk girl shit and I’m standing with Arthur. Whitaker has been here the whole night, but I’m just seeing him, and I have no doubt he was in a bathroom, or backroom, fucking some society slut for kicks. It’s just the way he is.
“Who was it this time?” I ask, taking a sip of my scotch.
Arthur coughs. “Janaelle,” he grunts.
A look of guilt washes over Whitaker’s face, and he nods. “Yeah. You know all you assholes are coupled up, and I’m stuck just trying to figure this shit out on my own. It’s goddamn lonely,” he defensively says.
“I know, brother. Any confirmation of another meeting with Mr. Sam?” I ask trying not to divulge too much information to my brother.
Whitaker grins. “Yeah, two-weeks. I paid extra for a closed session preview and first pick,” he shrugs.
My eyes widen at this new information. Someone else walks up to us, and pulls my brother into a conversation, at the perfect time.
“Did you give him specifics on what you were looking for?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
Whitaker glances over to my brother and the other man chatting and then back
to me. “I did. He claims he might have someone perfect, but she won’t be ready for two weeks. I don’t know what that means, and honest to fuck I don’t want to know. I just want what you, Sterling, and Connery have.”
In this moment I feel for my friend. A trust fund baby, thrown into the spotlight at a young age. A man who has never found someone that has loved him for him. I understand the feeling, hell we all do, we’ve all grown up the same way.
Having Penelope at my side, knowing that she isn’t there for anything but me and me alone, it makes me feel… confident.
Maybe it’s all false, because in all honesty she’s only at my side because I own her. She has nowhere else she can go. She’s using me just as I’m using her, but it feels different. It doesn’t feel like any other relationship I’ve ever had before.
“Keep me updated on the situation,” I say, reaching out and slapping Whitaker on his shoulder just as Jessica and Penelope join our circle.
Whitaker looks at me, then over to Penelope and gives her his signature cocky smirk before he gives me a two-fingered salute and walks away.
“Are you tired, baby girl?” I ask Penelope as she cuddles against my side.
Looking down at her, I watch as she tips her head back and gives me a slow lazy smile. “Yes,” she breathes.
She lies.
I don’t call her on it because I want inside of her. She’s not tired, but she’s fucking horny. Arthur coughs into his hand and I flip him off, turning us around and beginning to walk out of the house.
“Aldrich,” my father’s voice booms. I halt my movements, hissing out a curse as I turn toward him. He’s leaning against the wall, something my mother hates and he does, anyway.
“I’d like to speak to your girl alone,” he calls gently.