by Stella Stone
I rock my hips a little faster, my breathing becoming a little more labored with each move. “Squeeze my cock,” he growls his thumbs continuing to gently caress beneath my breasts. I buck against him, my pussy clenching as the beginning of my orgasm starts to take over. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“Sterling,” I cry.
My head falls backward, and I let out a long groan as I come. He doesn’t allow me to relax, his hips thrust up from beneath me and he buries his face between my breasts, licking and sucking on my skin.
“Mine,” he murmurs against my skin. “Forever.”
STERLING
We stay wrapped in each other’s arms for at least thirty minutes. I hold her. I’ve never been a cuddler. Never been one to embrace a woman before, during, or after sex, but with Tilly all of my normal tendencies have flown out the window.
“I need to get you home. I have to reschedule the next two weeks this afternoon,” I murmur against her neck.
She lifts her head in a flash, her green eyes focused on mine. “Why?” she frowns.
“Saturday I’m marrying you. Sunday we’ll go on our honeymoon and then we’ll be gone for at least a week,” I grin.
“What?” she breathes.
Leaning forward I brush my mouth against hers. “I want everybody to know you’re mine, for eternity, Tilly. Besides, I’ve been fucking you bareback for two days. If my baby isn’t in you yet, it will be, and no Montgomery has been born a bastard, ever. I’m not about to have my grandfather swoop down from heaven and haunt me for having the first one.”
I watch as panic marches right across her face. Her chest starts rising and falling quickly as her breathing turns into cute little pants. “I didn’t think,” she gasps.
I smirk. “I did,”
“What?” she cries.
Lifting my hand, I wrap it around the front of her throat. She snaps her lips closed, her eyes narrowed as she stares at me. “I know what I’m doing, Tilly. I’m all fucking in. The second I saw you on that platform, I knew. You’re mine. I’m putting my baby inside of you. I’m going to watch it grow, and we’re going to have a fucking family,” I growl.
“It’s too soon, you don’t even know me,” she whispers as tears fill her pretty green eyes.
I tilt my head to the side. “Pretty girl, I know enough.” Leaning forward I brush my lips across hers, “The rest I’ll learn.”
Tilly nods, or attempts to. I loosen my grip on her throat and she rests her forehead against mine, closing her eyes and inhaling a deep breath. “I’m scared, Sterling,” she whispers.
“Of me?” I ask.
It wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve been fairly goddamn demanding of my pretty girl since I took her out of that human auction. I’m not even fucking sorry either, I would do it again tomorrow and the next day, and the next, as long as it brought me Tilly.
“No,” she sighs. “Of fucking everything up. I don’t know how to be a wife, a mother, none of it.”
I chuckle, unable to hold it in at her heartfelt confession. She lifts her head, narrowing her green eyes on me and the fire in them, turns me on. “I bought you, at an auction, Tilly. I’m not the fucking poster boy for normal over here. I don’t know shit either. Good news is, my parents don’t fucking suck, and whatever you need, I’ll buy you. Help, servants, whatever,” I shrug.
“I don’t need servants,” she giggles.
Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek. “You’re mine, Tilly. I’ll take care of you,” I promise. “Now buckle up, lets go home.”
She gives me a shaky smile and disengages herself from my cock. We both moan, and I watch as she buckles herself in and rearranges her dress. “You’re leaking out of me,” she blushes.
I shift the car into reverse, turning it around, and then put it into drive. “Spread,” I demand as I head back toward the freeway. Hesitantly she spreads her legs, “Wider,” I demand.
Slipping my hand between her thighs, I shove two fingers inside of her sticky cunt. “Sterling,” she gasps, wide eyed, as she looks around.
“I like you full of me, pretty girl,” I admit.
I finger her, bringing her close to another orgasm as I drive us home. By the time we make it to the circle drive, she’s forgotten we’re in public. She’s scooted down in her seat and her hips are thrusting as she fucks my fingers.
For a moment, I think about making her wait for her release. But one glance at her and I cave. Her face is flushed, her chest is heaving, and her blonde hair is a fucking mess. She’s so close.
Moving my fingers inside of her, I reach over with my other hand and start to stroke her clit. “Oh God, yes,” she moans as her eyes close.
Her pussy flutters around my fingers as I continue. I watch as her climax takes over her entire body. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. I vow that I’ll make her happy, from this second on, this woman is my focus—my woman.
CHAPTER TEN
STERLING
I lied to her. Day Two and I’m already lying. Yesterday, we spent the entire day fucking, showering, and eating, off and on.
Today, I have to get my affairs in order, including talking to my assistant to change my calendar around. I call Aldrich as well and inform him of my plans, he only chuckles, calls me a pussy and hangs up.
I don’t care. I am a fucking pussy, and I’m also getting pussy on the regular so who’s the smart one now?
My second plan of action is to deal with the Harrington’s. Tilly’s parents sold her, fucking sold their own daughter to literally, the highest bidder.
I call Joseph Harrington and set up an impromptu meeting, meaning I tell him that I will be at their house in twenty minutes and they both better be available. Then, I hang up on his ass. Fuck. Him.
Tilly thinks that I’m just working on tying up loose ends at the office, I neglected to tell her about setting up a meeting with her parents, or that I was even contemplating it. She probably doesn’t want anything to do with them, anymore, but I can’t let their shit slide.
Pulling up to their home I glance around. They didn’t just downsize, they live in an apartment, and a shitty one at that. They really did lose their ass. I find it hard to feel badly for them, they blew through their money, and Tilly’s, then they almost completely fucked up her life.
Knocking on the door, I’m not surprised when I see Aymee Harrington answer the door instead of her spineless husband. “Sterling, what can we do for you?” she asks opening the door wider.
“Why’d you do it?” I ask.
Joseph is sitting on the sofa, a worried expression etched on his face. They both look older than their ages, weathered, and worn. Still, I don’t feel an ounce of pity for them.
“Do what?” Aymee asks sounding surprised.
I snort. “Sell your daughter.”
“You don’t understand,” Aymee whispers.
Joseph stands up, his eyes narrowed and cold as he looks directly at me. “How’d you know, Sterling?”
I smirk, then it turns into a wide shit-eating grin. Leaning forward, I whisper. “Because I bought her.”
Joseph growls, I watch as his arm pulls back. Lifting my hand, I wrap it around his wrist before he can make contact with any part of my body. Twisting his arm around his back, I lift it up higher than I should, watching his knees bend as he lets out a cry of pain.
“You’ll break his arm,” Aymee screams.
Turning my head to the side, I growl. “You both deserve to die,” I announce. “I won’t kill you though.”
“What will you do?” Joseph cries. He sounds like a little fucking pussy and I push his body as I release his arm, watching him fall to the floor.
Walking over to the front door, I wrap my hand around the knob, turning my head to face them. “I’m not going to do anything. It’s what you will, and will not, do where Tilly is concerned.”
They don’t speak, and I find it comical that these fucks had the balls to sell off their own child. They have no hearts, and definite
ly no souls. “Tilly doesn’t exist to you. She’s going to have a beautiful life, she’s going to have more money, things, and love than you have ever possessed, and you will see absolutely none of it. You ever attempt to contact her, or come near her, I’ll have you arrested for what you did to her.”
I don’t wait for their response. I open the door, walk out, slam it closed and leave them to their miserable lives. I have a warm bed, a warm woman, and a warm pussy to get home to. The Harrington’s don’t fucking exist.
TILLY
I tap my fingers on the kitchen counter. I have so much pent-up energy that it’s practically pouring out of me. Unable to stay still a second longer, I walk over to the doors that lead to the backyard and pull one open. I inhale a deep breath as the cool mid-afternoon breeze washes over me.
Deciding to walk, I start out on my journey. I’ve only been here one full day, and it didn’t count. I didn’t explore anything, well except for Sterling’s body, which was phenomenal.
Looking around, I’m not surprised to see that there are rose gardens off to the left, and a pool straight in front of me, including a pool house.
There also seems to be basketball courts in the distance and it wouldn’t shock me if he had tennis courts somewhere. It reminds me a little of the grounds where I grew up, but these are prettier, brighter, if possible.
“Here you are,” a deep voice calls. I feel his chest press against my back. Slowly his hand slides around my belly, his warmth pressing against my skin through my thin shirt. “Thought you’d run off,” he murmurs against my neck.
“Never,” I breathe. Leaning back, I let out an exhale as he kisses and licks my neck. My entire body breaks out in shivers. “I was going to check out your property,” I whimper.
I feel his lips turn up into a smile. “Our property. As of this weekend, you’ll be my wife, Tilly.”
“I’m sure you’ll have a prenup, Sterling,” I pant as his hand slips down my belly and beneath the hem of my skirt.
His fingers gently dance up my thigh and I feel them run along the seam of the center of my panties. He growls against my skin. “Fuck, no. Where will you go, baby? You’re mine, you’ll never leave me, will you?” he asks. There is a hint of doubt in his tone and I hate it.
“Not ever, Sterling,” I gasp as his finger presses against my clit. I want his skin touching mine, his warmth against me, I hate the way it feels over the top of my panties.
He chuckles, “Good girl. Now let me show you, your gardens.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TILLY
My body feels like it’s about to erupt into flames, and not just because the warm sun is beating down on us. No, I’m burning up from the inside out. I want Sterling’s touch. He’s been away from me all day, and I missed him. I didn’t think it was possible to become so connected to another person so quickly, but I am to Sterling, and I’m deeply attached.
Sterling’s fingers wrap around my hip as we walk through the gardens entrance. “I had this done for my mom,” he murmurs.
“Your mother?”
He chuckles. “I sound like a pansy when I say it out loud. Yeah, my mom. She was sick for a while, depressed. It took years of tweaking her medication to get the correct dosage. She didn’t leave their grounds for a long time, but she spent her days in their rose garden. When I bought this place, I created the exact replica for her. That way she would feel comfortable,” he shrugs.
My heart fills, and practically bursts at his words. I don’t know how I ended up with a man quite like him, a good man. The circumstances of the way we met should have thrust me into the arms of a monster, but instead, I’m in the arms of a saint. Granted, he’s a dirty, filthy, naughty saint, but a saint nonetheless.
“I love it. It’s beautiful,” I beam.
His lips twitch in a small smile as he guides me over to a pretty open area with lounge furniture. There are two outdoor chaise lounges, a sofa, a coffee table, and a love seat in the small clearing.
Sterling releases my hip, and I stand frozen as he walks over to the chaise. He undresses completely, standing naked in front of me, his thick cock at attention with the warm sun shining down on his glistening skin.
I lick my lips, my breathing coming in short pants as my eyes take him in. When my eyes slowly drift back up to his he winks, as he sits down on the sofa, his legs spread wide and his arms resting on the back of the sofa.
“Take it all off, pretty girl,” he grunts.
A chill runs through my body, and I shiver. Without a second thought, I kick my sandals off, then shimmy my skirt down before I chicken out. Standing out in the open in only a thin tank top and a pair of panties makes me feel so exposed.
“Keep going, Tilly,” Sterling all but demands, his voice tight.
My eyes drop to his cock, and I watch as he wraps his fingers around himself and begins to stroke. I let out a whimper at the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his thick cock. My fingers grasp the hem of my top and I rip if off of my body. My bra and panties quickly follow. The breeze blows against my skin and I feel—free.
Tentatively, I take a step forward. Sterling’s eyes darken, and he growls. “Stop,” he orders.
I freeze at his demand, my thighs shaking. My pussy is slick, and I can feel my wetness on my inner thighs when I squeeze them together.
“On the lounge. I want to watch you touch yourself, baby,” he rasps.
My mouth drops open slightly and a small moan escapes my mouth. His eyes seer into my skin, heating me more than the sun ever could. Walking over to the lounge, I sit down, before throwing my legs over and scoot back so that I’m leaning against the turquoise cushion.
“Show me that cunt,” he grinds out. His words are harsh, and I should flinch, but I don’t because they turn me on.
Spreading my legs as wide as I can, I place my feet on the edge of the cushions. I let my fingers drift down my stomach, finding my pussy, I do as he’s demanded. I spread my lips apart with a whimper. My eyes find Sterling’s, and he growls as he continues stroking his sexy thick dick.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
My fingers start to caress my wet center, dipping inside to gather the wetness and I moan when I circle my clit. My eyes fall closed as the lovely sensation washes over me.
I’ve never been one for masturbation, but right now, in the middle of Sterling’s gardens, his eyes devouring me, I’ve never felt more turned on or sexier.
STERLING
I squeeze my cock at the sight of her, splayed out and touching herself for me. Fuck it. I was going to make her bring herself to climax, then I was planning on taking her there a few more times, but I can’t stay away from my pretty girl too long.
I’m fucking addicted to her pussy.
Releasing my cock, I stand to my feet and close the distance between us. Her pussy is probably aching from our all-day fuck-fest yesterday, but I find it difficult to be overly concerned. She’s going to have to get used to the way her pussy aches from me—I plan on making it an everyday occurrence.
“Sterling,” she whimpers.
The sound is so goddamn sexy that a groan escapes me immediately. Reaching out I gently move her hand to the side and run my index finger along her wet pussy. “Do you ache, pretty girl?” I ask.
“Only because you aren’t inside of me,” she admits.
I look up and notice that her cheeks pink at her words. Lifting my finger to my mouth, I lick. Her eyes widen in surprise and I let out a chuckle. “You taste good, Tilly,” I murmur leaning forward and brushing her lips with my own.
“Please, Sterling,” she begs. Goddamn that sound, her begging, it goes straight to my cock.
Reaching down, I wrap my hands around her waist and bring her over to me. Her legs straddle my lap as her wet pussy slides along the underside of my cock. “Ride me, I want to watch.”
A slow smile lifts on Tilly’s lips as she shifts. Holding my cock, she positions above me, her knees sinking into the cushions at my hips.
> My fingers grip her hips, tightly, as she sinks down on my cock. “I’ve never felt this whole before,” she admits on a whisper. “With you inside of me, it’s amazing,” she says through trembling lips.
My eyes stay connected to hers as I grip her hips and she rides my cock. Her fingers wrap around my shoulders and she thrusts her chest forward as her head falls back. Lowering my head slightly, I take one nipple with my lips and suck deep.
“Yes,” she hisses as her hips jerk.
I bite down on her flesh, enjoying the way her thighs shake as her pussy soaks me. Releasing one of my hands from her hip I lift it and wrap it around the front of her throat. When I squeeze the slender column of her neck, she grinds down hard.
Tilly fucks me with everything she has, my teeth stay firmly against her tit, my hand around her throat. Her fingers grip my shoulders for more leverage. It doesn’t take her long, her pussy clamps down around me before she lets out a long sob as her climax rolls through her body.
Once her hips stop jerking, I stand, wrapping my hands around her ass. “Hold on, pretty girl,” I rasp.
She nods and I lift her almost completely off of my cock before I yank her back down. With my feet planted widely, I use her pussy to jack my cock, my eyes on hers, never leaving her gaze.
“Sterling, oh God, you feel amazing,” she purrs.
That’s all it takes, my woman purring, telling me that I feel amazing. I roar with my release as my cum fills her body.
Once I’ve emptied myself inside of Tilly, I hold her against me, my forehead lowering to the center of her chest as I attempt to catch my breath.
“My parents will be here for dinner in a couple hours,” I breathe. “We need to get ready. Goddamn, pretty girl, you make me fucking happy,” I confess.
Tilly’s fingers sift through the strands of my hair and gently tug my head back. Looking into her green eyes, I watch as she gives me one of her breathtaking smiles. “I’ve never been so happy in my whole life, then when I’m wrapped in your arms, Sterling.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
TILLY