“Do you want me?” he asked.
She shook her head in denial, and her hands covered her gorgeous chest. He wondered if she’d be adverse to him coming over those glorious peaks. Richard had never felt this possessive over a woman. To want to see his seed all over her body like a mark.
Richard got close and brought her nakedness against his. Her nipples thrust against his chest. The sensation had him catching his breath. Scarlet was soft and curvy and melded so perfectly next to him. He kissed her again. Her lips were so addictive. He thought about nothing other than kissing and fucking her.
“I don’t want to take you on the floor for our first time. I want the soft surface of our bed.” Richard took her hand and led her back through the doors. He’d purposefully given her a separate room to feel safe when all he wanted was for her to share his bed.
Scarlet looked like she wanted to follow him anywhere in one minute and in the next scarper. He took her lips to make her forget her fears and to realise it was only him with her. His hand ran down the dip in her back to squeeze the plump flesh of her ass. Breaking away from her lips he bent down to nibble her neck, going further to circle each nipple. With his hands on her hips he got her to sit on the edge of the bed. He followed her down and was pleased to learn from the dusting of her curls lay at the apex of her thighs that she was a natural blonde.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
She was like a virgin in her responses.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. Trust me,” he said.
He waited until she eased back on the bed. Her pussy was wet and gorgeous. Resting a foot on each of his thighs as he knelt in front of her, Richard touched her cunt. The fine, blond pubic hairs did not disturb his view of her red, swollen clit.
Richard wanted to taste her dripping essence and bring her so much pleasure that she’d be begging for him to fuck her.
She jumped when his tongue eased along the line of her slit, the juice erupting on his tongue. She tasted of warm cinnamon and honey. Never before had he thought of a woman’s cum as flavour. From the small taste of her sweetness he was hooked.
Her tiny clit peeked out of its hood, and he teased it, licking and sucking her until she lay writhing underneath his hands. His fingers gathered up her juice and ran the tips round the entrance of her cunt. He pushed on finger inside her and moaned. She was so fucking tight. She hugged his finger. Her pelvis arched up, and a moan escaped out of her. Richard stopped and nudged her further up the bed. He wanted to be inside her when she came. To have her tight pussy squeezing all of him.
At the last minute he remembered to grab a condom out of the drawer. He didn’t want to use the damn thing. For the first time and every time he wanted to be bareback and have her naked against him. Who cared about pregnancy? In these moments he sure didn’t, but it had been her one condition; and he respected her enough to use one.
He tore open the wrapper and after a few attempts got the rubber on his shaft. He went over her and stared down into her pretty eyes. All day he could happily drown in them.
Grasping his cock he found her entrance and plunged all the way inside. Richard moaned while she gasped in pain. He sat up with half of his dick inside her. It was the tightest pussy he’d even been in.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“You’re a little big,” she said, the pain clearly etched on her face.
“You’re not used to this.”
She shook her head in confirmation.
“How long has it been?”
She bit her lip and turned away. Should he be ashamed his cock was still rock hard within her?
“Look at me, baby.” He turned her head so he could look at her. “Trust me. I need to know.”
“Since before Harry was born,” she said in a whisper.
“That’s over four years ago.” No way. This couldn’t be happening.
“I know.”
Something wasn’t right in all this. The gentleman part of him told him to get off and leave the sordid contract and forget everything.
However, heaven lay in his arms, and he couldn’t give that up so easily. For the past year he’d wanted nothing more than to be with her, to hold her and taste her. Richard knew he could make it good for her.
Instead of pulling out and leaving her alone he leaned down and kissed her on the shoulder, then the neck and all the way up to her lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered and made love to her.
No fucking was necessary. He wanted the slow seduction. To have Scarlet thinking of nothing else but him. He was a selfish bastard, but it’s what he desired most in life. The pain soon changed to pleasure. Her body moved of its own accord underneath him. He took everything she had to offer and gave her more.
His shaft not fully inside her, he teased her clit with his fingers, awakening her lust for him once more. Their lips never ceased kissing, and when she began to quiver with her impending orgasm he drove his hips forward and thrust all of his cock inside her sweet, tight pussy.
They both moaned but didn’t disconnect from the torture of their kiss. It was the best kind of intimacy he’d ever known. Her nails ran down his back, scoring the skin. Slowly, he took her deeper with each plunge inside her body. The beautiful curve of her belly pressed against his pubic bone, and he found himself getting harder still. Scarlet was a full and glorious woman. His hands moved to her waist and settled on her hips, driving his cock inside her.
Richard panted as he felt his balls draw up and his semen ready to shoot. He wanted to feel her second orgasm before he hurtled over the edge.
He lifted up and placed a pillow under her hips creating a delicious angle. Her pussy and clit were on display. He licked a finger and pressed it against her clit. Her cum already supplied enough lubrication, but with Scarlet he wanted to be careful.
In seconds her climax was screaming out of her.
“Fucking hell,” he said when her cunt got tighter with the spasms of her release. He found the headboard, held on, and fucked her hard and fast. Their cries mingled, and as her release began to ebb away his built until he fucked inside her one final time and cried out. His muscles bulged when his hands tightened on the bars.
Never before had he had a release that left him light-headed. The pleasure was immense almost to the point of unbearable. He felt like he’d died and gone straight to heaven. Richard collapsed on top of her, and his face went to the curve of her neck. He inhaled her delicious fragrance and knew he’d finally come home.
“That was amazing,” he said when he lifted up.
Scarlet had fallen asleep. Richard stayed gazing down at her, his heart beating in his chest. Her eyes were closed, and her lips swollen from his kisses.
“What should I do with you? What if Wayne is right? It would explain all the gifts. I think if I wasn’t such a heartless bastard, I could quite easily fall in love with you, Scarlet Hughes.” He laid a kiss against her lips and pulled out of her body. The condom was filled with his semen.
He’d hoped the condom would split and, he’d have a bigger connection binding them together. He shook his head at the stupid avenue his head was going down. Men didn’t go out to force babies onto women to stay with them. Women, blackmailing women, did that. He dispensed with the condom and went back to bed. She’d already fallen asleep, so he wouldn’t have to deal with her getting up and leaving to go back to her own bed. For once he wanted her in his arms. The other nights he knew he’d be yearning for her.
He got inside and moulded his body around her. In no time at all she rolled over and snuggled against him. Her heat and warmth were welcome inside his cold heart.
At some point throughout the night he woke, needing her again. He rose above her, and kissing her awake he drove inside and sated himself. Loving her body was becoming another addiction to him. As he fell asleep the second time, he thought about the wetness on his cock. Strange, considering he’d been wearing a condom.
Chapter Six
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sp; Scarlet woke the following morning, surprised to see Richard still in bed with her. Her body was sore all over from his endless loving, and she pulled out of his arms. There was a point throughout the night where he’d lain above her, driving into her body and staring into her eyes, she’d lost herself.
The contract was all but forgotten as he made love to her. The fucking she could handle, the impersonal use of her body – but the loving. She tried to force all of her emotions out of the equation.
She did her morning routine and ran herself a second bath. She chuckled when she thought this was her first time. The first time she’d been with a man and found pleasure in the union. Richard had given her lots of orgasms the night before. How would he react if she told him he’d given her the first one?
Would he turn from her in shame, or be macho and play it up for all its worth?
“Hey, you.”
Scarlet turned and yelped. Richard stood naked in the doorway staring at her.
“Get out,” she shrieked and searched for something to hide her naked body. Being naked in front of him at night was completely different from during the day. “You can’t see me like this.”
“Naked? Baby, I spent the better part of last night against this hot body.” He pulled her hands away and kissed her on the head. “Not to mention inside you.” Richard picked her up causing her to cry out. She noticed he stared down at her pussy.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“N-nothing,” he said.
“What do you mean? You keep staring at it.”
“You’ve got a pretty one is all.” Before she could look down at what he’d been staring at he placed her in the warm bath and got in behind her.
“Hey, this was supposed to be for me,” she said.
“So what? Consider it an act of saving the environment,” he said.
“Please. You don’t care about the environment.”
“Yes, I do. I want to take care of this planet. At least to guarantee there’ll still be a place for when my kids grow old.”
He soaped her body, and Scarlet felt him pay particular attention to her pussy. She frowned as he washed his hands and began to massage his fingers inside her.
“Seriously, you want to do this now?” she asked.
“Of course not.” He pulled out and handed her the soap. “Your turn to wash me.”
“So you’re thinking of having kids?”
“It’s the expected thing to do,” he said.
“You don’t want them because you love someone?” she asked.
He scoffed. “Love can be overrated.”
Scarlet couldn’t argue with his theory. Look where the idea of love had gotten her. “Some people believe in it.”
“But you don’t, Scarlet.” Richard made it more of a statement than a question.
“I used to,” she said honestly. “I used to think one day a man would come and sweep me off my feet, and everything would be brilliant in the world. I’d have a couple of kids and be the wife who stayed at home baking bread and cookies.”
“What changed that ideal?”
“What some young girls and kids don’t realise is that life sucks. Not all of us are destined for a fairy tale.”
Scarlet soaped his body, and they finished their bath in quiet. No words needed to be spoken.
He helped her out of the bath, and she was shocked by how easy it felt to be with him. Together they walked hand in hand to the bedroom.
“I brought the phone so you could phone Harry. I’m going to go and make both of us some breakfast.”
Her heart melted. He’d thought of her son. Did this mean anything more? She didn’t know but dialled the number he’d left on the bed into the mobile.
Lily picked up first.
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Richard pulled out a saucepan and placed it on top of the hob. From the fridge he gathered some butter, eggs and bacon. He thought about what she’d said in the bathroom. Every woman deserved a fairy tale. At least every young girl needed to know there was good in the world. He put the coffee machine on, broke the eggs into a bowl and began to beat them up with a fork. The bacon he placed into the sizzling hot pan while some butter melted in the non-stick pan. A bit of salt and pepper added, and he beat them again before adding them to the butter.
He didn’t want to think about what he’d seen on her thighs and leaking out of her body. Through the night he’d forgotten to put a condom on. He knew cleaning her the way he had wouldn’t guarantee anything. Shit, I should have remembered the fucking condom. His seed had been everywhere.
Scarlet came out and handed him the phone. Richard listened to Lily’s excited chatter while he finished up breakfast and thought about the woman next to him. Something big and dark had happened in her past, big enough to make her afraid to open up and live her life. He was pleased to find Lily liked her. Lily kept going on and on about double dating and getting to know each other.
“You know, Richard, it’s nice to see you with a real woman and not one of the horrible stick-thin people you seemed to like so much.”
He chuckled. “I’m pleased you find my tastes have improved.”
“Very much so. And let me tell you her son is so adorable, but he’s got a nasty cough about him. Poor guy.”
“I hope I can deal with all of that,” he said.
“Excellent. Ohh, I’m so excited. So this double date?”
“Goodbye, Lily. Say hi to Wayne.”
“Okay, have fun for now.” They hung up, and he served breakfast to Scarlet.
Scarlet inhaled appreciatively. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
“One of the many perks of being me. I don’t like going to restaurants all that much. Besides, I’m usually expected to have a date, and sometimes I just want a quiet meal.”
Richard enjoyed seeing her appreciation. The eggs he’d made sure were fluffy, and the bacon crisp but not burnt.
“This is really good.” She nodded her head and took a sip of her coffee.
“Do you cook?” he found himself asking.
“I’ve got a son. Yes, I do, and I enjoy it, too.”
“I’d like you to cook me something sometime.” To have a romantic meal cooked for him was part of his fantasies. Bloody hell, I am turning into a woman. Next I’ll have love songs playing on the stereo.
“If you want,” she said.
They finished their breakfast off, and Richard went and gathered a newspaper from the reception area. The place was similar to a hotel, but most of the clients purchased rooms for longer periods; and it had a small shopping area on the main floor.
Around the store he picked up some chocolate and snacks. He’d brought a movie for them both to watch. A week was all he had of her attention, and he intended to use it how he saw fit. Spending the entire week screwing might sound like fun, but he wanted more than her naked for memories when she went on her way.
He passed a stand with notebooks. The object that took his attention wasn’t just the notebook but the entire collection. A small blue dolphin design was decorated on the cover, and there was a paperweight with a group of dolphins surrounded by the ocean, each design more beautiful than the next. The cost was irrelevant, and he couldn’t resist. He picked up each one. When he got to the till and the prices were rung up he didn’t bat an eyelid. Money never concerned him. On his way up he deposited his purchases in his safe and went to search for the woman whom he hungered for more than food.
Richard found her on the veranda overlooking the city below. “Of all the places you could live, why do you live above the city where you work?” she asked even before he made his presence known.
He moved to her side and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I live near my offices, and it’s easier to get to work.”
“But at the weekends you could be anywhere in the world. Why here?”
“Maybe I like seeing where I am?”
“What? Sort of master of your city theory? You look over all of your subjects goin
g about their daily lives?” she said with a laugh.
“No, not really. Being in the country would just make me realise who I truly am,” he said. Every second he spent in this woman’s company the more he opened up and began to realise how cut off he’d become.
“And what would you realise?”
“That no matter how much money I spent I’m already lonely.” She stroked his hands where they lay on her body.
“You can fix that,” she said.
“I know, but I don’t want to.” He didn’t want to get into the horrible situation with his parents. Where Wayne’s were away, drunk on some distant island, and Tony’s accepted everything he did, Richard’s expected to be updated on any potential Mrs. Shaw. They’d tear Scarlet apart. His father would say the woman was mistress material. And coming from his father that was a compliment. Last time he checked, his dad treated his mistresses and any children from those unions better than he treated his own wife and son.
A wife is the face of your life you put as a front to the world. The mistress is the true woman you want to be with but can’t ever really be with in the public eye.
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