SWEET HEART

by Yva Golden

  “Uhm…this.” I show him my new watch.

  He nods in approval. “Nice. Looks good on you. Did you buy new clothes?”

  “Uhm, no. Just this. I need it for school.”

  His brows furrow. “I gave you the money so you can buy new things.”

  “I…I want to save the money for…for…you know, rainy days.”

  He nods. “I see.”

  “Thank you, Ashton. I really, really appreciate it.”

  He nods again. “So…UC Berkeley, is it?”

  “Yes.” I can’t help but feel proud of myself.

  “What are you planning to take up there?”

  “I haven’t decided yet. Maybe Electrical Engineering or Computer Science.”

  He looks surprised. “Good with numbers?”

  “I excelled in Math and Science in my school. Class valedictorian, too. Those were the basis for my scholarship.”

  “Wow,” he simply says.

  I shrug, flushing. Am I bragging? Yes, I guess I am. I want him to see me more than what he saw last night, that I have something more in me. Something a man of his stature can respect.

  He’s staring at me with a thoughtful look in his eyes and I feel self-conscious. He’s so handsome and sophisticated while I look like a ruggamuffin in my tattered jeans and Ramones shirt. At least, my hair has been waxed and my eyebrows threaded.

  “So, when are you leaving for California?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “That soon?”

  I nod. “Enrollment starts soon. Besides, I can’t wait to leave this place for good.”

  “For good? Why?”

  “Long story. Too many bad memories. I want to start anew somewhere.”

  He stares at me harder and his eyes are inscrutable now. What is he thinking? I can’t stand his silence. “So, how was your meeting?”

  “Boring. Glad it’s over. I’m free the rest of the day.”

  There’s a happy twinkle in his eyes again when he said free. Free to be with me, I hope?

  “I’m glad you stayed, Heart,” he says and I feel his warmth this time, his sincerity.

  “Me, too.”

  After lunch, Ashton wants to see the shops. Maybe he wants to buy something for himself, so we go around.

  He pulls me into a very exclusive-looking boutique for women, the kind I would never dare walk into. Three sales staff flock around us, greeting us cheerfully. Correction, it’s Ashton they’re trying to charm, not me. I caught them sizing me up the moment we entered the shop, dismissing me as a person of no importance. God, my persecution complex is such a pain. I’m being too thin-skinned. I shouldn’t give a damn what they think. I’m leaving this city soon anyway.

  “Ladies, my woman here needs a new wardrobe. Dress her up good. Money is no object.”

  My eyes widen. My woman? Did I hear that right? I glance at him, confused. “Ashton…”

  “Don’t argue, sweetheart,” he tells me affectionately and kisses me gently on the lips. I freeze a little. It’s the first time he’s touched me in a sexual manner today, and in public, to boot! My body tingles in awareness.

  The sales staff, quickly figuring out that Ashton is going to blow cash over me scramble to present me the store’s latest collection. Hah!

  Minutes later, I’m feeling overwhelmed but overjoyed. Ashton is sitting on a sofa like a king, approving and disapproving outfit after outfit that I try on. I have his undivided attention. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like trash. I feel important. Cared for. Even just for a day or two.

  At first I feel shy standing in front of him and turning around, presenting him my front, side and back. But his eyes are bathing me with appreciation. When he likes a particular outfit, his eyes would smolder with heat. His sensual gaze feels like flames dancing on my skin. Does he know I’m already wet? My nipples are so sensitive. I have a familiar ache at the pit of my belly, a throbbing need. Having tasted incredible pleasures in his arms last night, I know what he can do to satisfy this need and I crave for more.

  By the time we’re finished, I have a new wardrobe worthy of a socialite, and ruined panties, too. Ashton scribbles something on a piece of paper and gives it to one of the sales staff. “Send them to my suite at The Acropolis, ladies. Thank you.”

  “Thank you, ladies,” I say, too, giving them a smug look. I’m wearing my new pair of designer skirt, top and shoes, and they’re looking at me like I hit the triple jackpot in a lottery. Eat your hearts out, bitches!

  I loop my arms around Ashton’s and walk with him out of the boutique feeling like a princess. No, a queen. A horny queen. Goodness, I’ve made a hot mess of myself down there!

  “Let’s go back to the suite,” Ashton murmurs in my ear, his voice low and raspy.

  By the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes, I know I’m going to get it again.

  Chapter Seven

  ASHTON

  THE MOMENT THE ELEVATOR doors close, I grab her. I press my body to hers hungrily. Even seconds feel like a lifetime as my desire consumes me. Fuck, I’m so hard I could nail her right here right now.

  This kind of lust is so rare to me. I nuzzle her neck and whisper in her ear. I want her hot and ready for me when we reach the suite. “I missed you, sweetheart. I was missing you while I was in the meeting.”

  “Me, too.”

  I lick her earlobe. “I was thinking how good you felt last night, how tight and wet and hot you were. I was imagining how good it would feel to be inside you again.”

  She moans sexily, rubbing her front against me. Her pheromones are wafting toward me, mingling with mine as I feel almost intoxicated with wanting her. I’ve never felt like this toward any other woman, like I’d expire if I didn’t have her in the next instant. The craving is like a potent drug in my veins, overpowering all my rational thoughts.

  “Are you wet for me, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I want you so wet for my cock. Feel how hard I am for you, sugar. You want that? You want that inside you again?”

  I push my hips against her belly, letting her feel how much I want her. She gasps faintly. I love hearing her surprised little intakes of breath. My newly initiated virgin is still innocent in so many ways, but I’ll gladly teach her everything she needs to learn with her body and mine.

  “Yes…Oh, Ash!”

  “You’re gonna get all that soon, baby girl. I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy soon with my cum. Would you like that, baby doll?”

  “Yes, oh yes!”

  I wanted one more night with her. But I wanted her to say yes on her on volition. I had the suite discreetly guarded by one of Franco’s men just in case she didn’t agree to stay another night. I wasn’t going to let her go that easy for reasons I didn’t want to feel accountable for just yet. I just wanted more of her and I would get it one way or another. But she did stay and I felt like I’d closed a million-dollar deal. I was anxious during the meeting, checking with her guard dog, worried when she left the suite. But she only went shopping, and I couldn’t wait to finish my damn business commitments and be with her again.

  Finally, we reach my suite. I pull her out of the lift and carry her inside.

  The moment we are private I devour her lips. Jesus, she’s a fresh morsel I’d want to eat every fucking day.

  I bring her to the sofa and drop her there. I kneel between her legs.

  “I can’t wait, baby doll. I need you so much. Been needing you all morning.”

  “Yes, please, Ash, I want you, too! I can’t wait!”

  I fucking dig her honesty. No coy games with this babe. Her obvious need for me fires me up even more. She wants me as badly as I want her.

  I push her skirt up and rip her panties off of her. Sweet Jesus, her pussy is glistening wet. So fucking beautiful I don’t know if I want to eat it or fuck it like there’s no tomorrow.

  I’m salivating as I stare at her pretty little cunt drenched with excitement for my cock. My tastebuds win briefl
y. I bend forward and press my nose on her mound and inhale her essence. She smells so fucking good.

  I touch her wetness. She mews in pleasure. I lick her slit and she jerks, her hips lifting. “Oh Ash, ohhh!”

  Her taste is too good and I feel my cum about to burst. I give her pussy a few swipes of my tongue but I can’t take it anymore.

  I unzip my pants, push it down my hips and pull out my junk. My dick looks red and horny as fuck. Thick, so fucking thick with the cum I’m dying to dump inside her.

  I stroke my length from root to tip as I stare at her pussy, squeezing the base hard as pre-cum drips out like a leaking faucet.

  Her eyes are on my cock, too, her mouth open in anticipation. Babe sure is enjoying the show of me jacking off. I can imagine us in the future like this…

  I realize in the middle of my raging need that my thoughts about her are becoming less and less temporary as I spend more time with her.

  “Open your pussy wider for me, “ I command her as I stroke myself.

  Without hesitation, her little fingers peel her nether lips wider, exposing her inner folds, pushing her clit out of its hood. This sight is addicting. I want to look at this view every day.

  I rub my tip on her pink folds. I groan in pleasure as I feel how hot she is, how wet and soft. I massage her swollen clit with my cock, reaming her little hole, stretching her opening until she’s panting and begging for it.

  “You want my cock now, baby? You want it inside you now?”

  “Ash, please!” she sobs.

  I enter her. I still feel some resistance at the start, but when my cock head clears her tight opening, I slide all the way in, stretching her.

  I groan at the exquisite pleasure of being inside her again. “You’re still so fucking tight, baby doll. Still so virgin tight.” It would probably take a year of constant drilling before her pussy adjusts to my girth. And sweet fuck, it’s so good! Unreal!

  I grip her legs and push them wider at her sides as I begin pumping in and out of her. She’s moaning like I’m hurting her.

  “You okay, baby? Hurting you?” I pant above her, slowing down a bit.

  She shakes her head vehemently. “No…Just…Oh god, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

  I’m relieved because I can’t definitely stop. Christ, this super tight fit is going to make me cum so fast. I try to have more control of my body, but it’s just too fucking much.

  I kiss her hard and ram her harder, faster, spewing expletives at the incredible pleasure she’s giving me. It only gets better and better as I fuck her further.

  I rub her clit relentlessly with my fingers and force her to reach the summit with me. I can’t go slow. I can’t possibly last as the pleasure churns sharply in my gut.

  I groan savagely against her lips as I thrust in and out of her in an angle that directly hits her G-spot. Her nails are clawing at my arms, her eyes dilated with pleasure, repeatedly rolling back. She’s a fucking goddess! I love the look of stark pleasure on her face.

  Her sweet little moans become frantic breathing. I fuck her harder and rub her clit harder, my hips driving shallow-fast strokes, my orgasm just a few breaths away. Someone is making sounds like a helpless animal and I’m surprised it’s me. I never make these kinds of sounds, like I’m completely losing my mind. I always want to be in control.

  But not with this babe. I’m out of control and I don’t care. I want her to see me under my basest instinct.

  “Come for me. Come with me, please, baby doll!” I growl, begging as my cum rises out of me.

  She cums around me just as I shudder, releasing my explosive energy in violent spurts. I almost blacked out from the mind-blowing pleasure that rocked my entire frame all the way to my extremities.

  “Fffffuck..!”

  I drop my weight above her, hugging her tight as I press my hips hard, driving my length to the deepest part of her.

  I’m flowing into her…in her…all of me…and I don’t care. God, I don’t fucking care….This is so good. So fucking goooood….

  Moments later, I’m a dead weight on her. “Sweetheart…my Corazon…” I murmur gently in her ear, sighing contentedly.

  She just moans weakly and snuggles sweetly against me, squeezing me from the inside out as though she won’t ever let me go.

  It dawns on me that I did not use protection again. I’m bareback inside her, languishing in the aftermath of another incredible release. Wearing rubber seems to be the last thing on my mind when I’m with her. Knowing she was a virgin made me feel safe. She did tell me she was on the pill last night, after the first time when I realized we didn’t use protection. I assured her I was clean and she told me she’d prepared for the “job”. But I ceased to be a job when she offered me her body willingly last night.

  This time is not a job either. And truth be told, I’m so fucking happy. A kind of joy I don’t want to decipher further.

  I’m an analytical person, too pragmatic and jaded for a long time now. So, no thinking yet. I don’t want to ruin this.

  Not yet.

  Chapter Eight

  ASHTON

  I CAN’T BELIEVE I don’t even want to leave the suite. I don’t want to leave her. I took her twice already today and for now, I’m sated, but a part of me craves for something more.

  I order room service while she’s in the bathroom.

  I impatiently wait for her, checking my laptop for what’s happening in the stock market locally, in Europe and Asia. My financial interests are pretty much scattered all over the world. I have veteran stock brokers and financial analysts watching my investments for me, but I like to check the numbers myself. It gives me the rush, to be able to predict the markets. My businesses are doing great, but my eyes drift over and over to the bathroom door. The babe is taking too long in there, and I’m missing her…

  I sigh harshly and lean back on the sofa, massaging my forehead in annoyance. I’m acting like a fucking schoolboy who just had his first woman. Ridiculous! I can’t be missing someone I just fucked senseless. I can still taste her pussy on my tongue.

  I shut the laptop and go out to the balcony to get some fresh air. I look out at the expanse of the city below. I just bought a huge chunk of this hotel’s shares, so that makes me a scion of Vegas now. I’ll have a reason to come back and see Heart…but she told me she’s leaving Vegas for good and moving to California, and I live in Cali. So, that means…

  I growl, totally pissed with myself now. I walk back inside the suite just as she’s coming out of the bathroom. She’s wrapped in a white robe that nearly reaches her feet. There’s something about seeing her in a robe designed for my size. She’s like wearing me, too. Well, she certainly wore your big dick one too many times the past days it’s a wonder she can still walk.

  I feel a tinge of guilt at that. She must be sore by now.

  “Sorry. I took a warm soak in the tub.”

  Worried, I walk toward her. “You sore?”

  She blushes prettily, and I want to take her again. Jesus, I’m turning into a sex maniac over this girl.

  “Just a little. I’m fine.”

  I hug her and kiss her forehead, curbing my rising desire. She smells so fucking good. “I’m sorry.” I want to promise not to touch you again but I can’t.

  “I’m okay. Really, Ash. The warm bath helped.”

  “Hungry?”

  “Yes.”

  “I ordered room service. It should be here in a minute. “Come, let’s wait at the poolside.”

  I take her hand and lead her out to the balcony. The sun is just setting. From this vantage point, it’s magnificent as it sinks into the Nevada mountains.

  “Wow!” she gasps as though it’s her first time to see a sunset.

  I stare at her curiously. There’s a melancholic look on her face that wants me to ask what she’s thinking. I curb the urge. I’m never the bare-your-soul type and I’m not about to start now.

  “I’ve almost forgotten how a sunset looks like,“ she murmurs s
oftly, and the sadness in her eyes gets to me despite my wall.

  Where the fuck is dinner? I want that distraction right now. “You live nearby?” I want to smack my own face for asking.

  “Yes. There.” She points to a part of Vegas below. The seedy part.

  “Of course, you’ve never seen that part of Vegas. They have no room service down there. Unlike here, everything is express. Food!” She snaps her fingers. “And voila! Dinner fit for royalty arrives! I have to wait in a long line at my fave Chinese take-out for my meal when I want it special. But it’s good. Take-outs are the bomb.” She gives me a cheeky smile.