by Ivy Jordan
“Of course,” I said quickly, feeling foolish for thinking it was anything more.
“Izzy, you should really try the duck,” I insisted as we were handed menus.
“Izzy?” Gavin asked with his tone disapproving.
“I love it,” Isabella blurted out.
“I’m sorry. We use it when she signs her paintings,” I explained.
“I think it’s cool,” Isabella said proudly.
“Isabella is a beautiful name. I spent months coming up with the perfect name for the most perfect girl,” Gavin said.
Isabella smiled and reached her hand across the table to clasp her father’s. “And it is the most perfect name, because it can be turned into Izzy whenever I want to be cool,” she laughed.
“Isabella isn’t cool?” he asked.
“No,” she scoffed, wrinkling her nose in my direction.
“I suppose you think that’s true, as well?” he asked me.
I fought back my laughter. His stern face was so tight I thought his skin would rip right off if he moved. “I think both names are beautiful, because they belong to the most beautiful girl in the world,” I said, smiling at Izzy.
“I can see when I’m outnumbered,” Gavin laughed.
I loved watching him with Izzy. The way he looked at her, you’d think he thought she hung the moon. He was loving, sweet, and very patient with her, even when she was acting like a typical ten-year-old girl.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Gavin said as we drove him that night.
Izzy had fallen asleep in the back seat, her belly full, and her patience gone from sitting in the boring restaurant.
“I’m just doing what you asked,” I said softly.
“No. You are special. The way you are with Isabella…Izzy, it’s exactly what she needs,” he said, squeezing my hand.
He insisted on carrying Izzy to bed, even though I saw her eyes open and knew she was awake. He whispered for me to meet him in bed, and the smile he gave me made me realize he was planning on joining me for the first time, not sneaking in after I’d fallen asleep.
My heart raced as I entered our bedroom alone. I searched through my drawers, looking for the sexy nightie I’d bought when I thought Gavin would be expecting sex. It had been shoved into the back, almost so far I couldn’t find it once I realized he was obviously not interested in me in that way. Now he was—or was he? I wasn’t sure if he was planning on having sex or not, but I was planning on being ready.
I locked myself in the bathroom, quickly undressing and tossing my clothes into the hamper. I sprayed perfume on the back of my neck, slathered my skin in lotion, and checked my makeup before slipping into the slinky, blue nightie. It wasn’t trashy, but instead tastefully seductive.
I heard the bedroom door close, and then Gavin call out to me. “I’ll be out in a minute,” I yelled through the door.
In the mirror, my image was stunning. The nighty was short, showing off my tan legs, and low cut to expose what little cleavage I did have. I ran my fingers through my hair, mussing it a bit before finally opening the door.
“Wow,” Gavin gasped, sliding his tie from around his neck.
I tried to act coy, as if I wasn’t trying to get his attention. “I picked this up last week; I thought I’d start sleeping in something other than sleep pants,” I smiled, lying about the length of time the garment had been stuffed into my drawer.
“It suits you,” he said sweetly, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
I moved toward the bed, watching him as he watched me. My hands smoothed out the case on the pillow and then pulled at the comforter to expose the expensive sheets.
My eyes lingered on Gavin, his chest exposed, and his hands on his belt. “Should I?” he asked nervously, motioning toward the bathroom.
I shook my head slowly, smiling in his direction.
His lips curled into a crooked smile as his hand ripped open his belt and pants. I watched him slide his slacks past his thick thighs, and then stand before me in just his boxer briefs.
The outline of his cock was evident in the thin material, and looked to be harder than I’d seen before.
My mouth watered as he slipped them away from his flesh, exposing the most impressive cock I’d ever seen.
“Wow,” I said, giggling, and then pushing my face into the comforter.
He grinned, obviously proud, and then pounced onto the bed toward me.
“I take it you’ve warmed up to me,” he said softly.
His blue eyes penetrated through my soul, rocking me at my core. Oh, I’d warmed up to him, all right.
He slid under the thin sheet and pushed his body toward mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his flesh as he gripped me with his strong arms and pulled me close to him. “You smell nice,” he whispered.
I wanted to say thank you, but as his hand gripped at my ass cheek, spreading it apart enough to tug at my pussy, all that escaped my lips was a deep sigh.
“I love that ass,” he growled, squeezing my cheek tight in his hand.
His mouth pressed into my neck; my head fell back and enjoyed the sensation of his lips and tongue against my delicate flesh.
My nightgown pushed up past my hips as his hand moved between my legs. “No panties?” he asked, sounding both pleased and surprised.
I giggled as he pushed the gown further up my body, until it finally rolled over my head and onto the floor.
He jerked back the blankets and the sheet, exposing my now naked body to the well-lit room. He raised to his knees, his cock dangling over me as he let his eyes fuck me with intensity. “Open your legs,” he demanded, his tone deep and strong.
I didn’t hesitate, opening my legs to please him.
His fingers slowly ran up my leg and then played with the swollen flesh between my legs as I let out a moan. He separated my plump pussy lips with two fingers, while one slid at my entrance, playfully working on the juices resting inside my hole.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his finger into my body.
My body arched toward his hand, as if to beg him to fuck me deeper.
He pulled out his finger slowly, sucking the juices from his own flesh. “You taste as amazing as you smell,” he whispered. “Roll over.”
I wanted to watch, to see him, to be able to reach out and touch him, but I didn’t argue. I rolled to my stomach, covering the pussy he’d said was so beautiful, and my small tits he hadn’t touched. His hands rubbed my ass cheeks, first softly, then with more aggression. He pulled them apart, spreading me open, and let one finger glide through my cheeks to tease my tight opening.
There was something erotic about not being able to see his face, to watch his hands to know what he’d do next.
His hands reached through my legs, pulling me upward until my ass was high in the air. He gently slapped at my thighs until I obliged him by opening my legs wide enough that my pussy spread before him.
“That’s perfect,” he whispered.
His hand slid up my back, stopping at my neck. He gripped my hair, tugging gently, but with enough force to pull my head back into my shoulders. “Do you want to taste me?” he asked.
My mouth watered. I did. “Yes,” I gasped.
He positioned himself in front of me on his knees. His hand gripped my hair, holding my head up and moving my mouth toward his rock-hard cock. I lifted myself up to reach him, on all fours, and realized the large mirror was just behind me. I knew as I looked at his eyes that they were lingering on the image of my pussy’s reflection.
His back pushed against the headboard, his back arched, and his cock rested at my lips. I worked up saliva, knowing taking this large piece of meat into my throat was going to be more than a challenge.
My lips parted, clasping around his flesh. He didn’t thrust toward me, he didn’t move. He let me work my mouth over his swollen head and down his shaft at my own pace.
His deep moans made my pussy ache, and each time I watched him looking toward the mirror,
I throbbed with pleasure. I loved that he was so aggressive, so in tune with what he wanted.
My mouth worked slowly down his shaft, eventually taking him deep into my throat as he let out a pleased moan.
I lifted myself with one hand, releasing my other from beneath me to his balls. They felt warm in the palm of my hand as they tightened toward his body. Another moan let me know he was pleased. His hand gently tugged at my hair, guiding his cock deeper into my throat with a swifter rhythm. My lips tightened around him, my cheeks rolled toward his flesh as I sucked hard to swallow him. My pussy throbbed with excitement as I felt him slide further down my throat. His moans grew deeper, and more frequent, and soon he was throbbing between my lips with the threat of exploding his cum looming in my mind. I’d never swallowed before, never been asked to. I wasn’t sure why, but I wanted to taste him, to feel the warmth of his excitement flowing down my throat. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered, pulling his cock from the security of my tight lips.
I gripped his balls, pulled him closer to me, refusing to let up my suction against his throbbing flesh. I heard him sigh, what sounded like ‘fuck’ as his thrusting stopped, and his cock exploded into my mouth.
He pulled out slowly as he continued to throb, giving me a chance to swallow the warm juices of his pleasure.
“Fuck,” he gasped, leaning back against the headboard.
His cock looked tired, exhausted really, and I instantly felt I deprived myself of feeling him inside of me, or possibly of relieving the sexual tension I’d incurred during this foreplay.
He grinned. “Your turn,” he growled.
I wiped my mouth and fell to the mattress, letting my ass lower and disappear from his view in the mirror.
“Oh, no. Get that ass back in the air,” he ordered.
My pussy was already throbbing, my nipples so tight they felt as though they’d explode. He lifted my chin, leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips before moving behind me on the bed.
I found out quickly that an older man had far more experience pleasing a woman than a younger one. His fingers teased me, playfully pulling my juices from where they rested at my entrance. His tongue slid between my lips, lapping up my juices as I moaned into the soft pillow beneath my head.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I squealed.
His finger pushed inside of me, fucking me with a quick rhythm. My body rocked toward him, pushing him deeper and deeper into me as his mouth wrapped around my swollen clit.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, pulling his lips from my flesh only for a second.
It was as if his words were a direct order to my body. The throbbing quickly grew, the pulsating increased, and as my moans became louder and louder with every wild sensation he delivered, my body shook with a wild tremble as my orgasm unleashed onto his hand, his lips, his tongue.
“Oh, yeah,” he gasped, working his finger slowly from my body, and giving my clit one last tug with his lips.
My legs were quivering as he gave my ass a playful slap on the cheek. I felt him lift from the mattress, and then saw him pull open the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. He was rock hard again already. He reached in the drawer, pulled out a foil package, ripped open the top, and pulled out a condom. I couldn’t wait for the sensation of him burying his cock deep between my legs. My body began to rock back and forth in excitement as he moved his hand slowly down my back, stopping at the arch above my ass.
“Are you ready?” he asked softly.
My ass was still in the air, but my hands had released, letting my face fall into the pillow below. “Yes,” I gasped.
“Roll over,” he whispered.
I let my legs fall to the mattress, and then slowly rolled over to my back. Gavin climbed onto the bed, pinning me between his arms as he mounted my quivering body.
His eyes looked into mine with a hunger, and with a strange compassion that made my heart race.
He reached between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance, and then let out a soft sigh. “I’ve wanted this since I laid eyes on you,” he whispered in my ear.
His cock spread my lips as it entered my tight hole. He filled me with a satisfaction I’d never experienced, slowly working himself all the way into my already throbbing pussy.
“Me too,” I admitted softly as his mouth pressed against my neck.
His hips rocked with precision and grace, his body glided onto mine, and as his lips lowered to mine, I melted.
My tongue entangled with his, the sweetness of my own juices mixed with his cum, creating a deliciously erotic flavor in my mouth. He was gentle, sensual, and so romantic as he kept his tongue rolling in the same rhythm as his cock.
Waves of pleasure crashed through my body. My nipples burned, my clit ached, and as my nails dug into Gavin’s back, I knew I couldn’t hold it back.
I rocked my hips toward him, panting hard as I pulled from his kiss, and then the moans started, first soft and agonizing, then louder and filled with extreme pleasure.
Gavin’s strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me toward him and away from the mattress until my legs straddled around his waist and I was sitting in his lap. His cock buried deeper into my body as his hands lifted and lowered me onto his member.
His eyes glued to mine, locking me into a trance-like state as he began to throb inside of me. My arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely, and my body fell limp. He growled. His tone was deep and masculine as he pulled me in close to his hard chest.
As his body relaxed, his grip loosened on my body, allowing me to fall back onto the soft mattress. His lips were still parted, and his eyes still filled with that strange look. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, wiping the sweaty hair from my forehead and away from my face.
My heart swelled in my chest, and I knew that it wouldn’t be able to hold back for eight more years. I wasn’t sure I was capable of eight more days.
Chapter Four
Gavin
My world was flipped upside down, upside fucking down. Stella was more than I’d bargained for, and not just in the sack. There was something about her, something that made me feel like we were truly dating.
I knew it wasn’t good to mix business with pleasure, so I turned down appearances at several upcoming events. We were good together, not just the two of us, but as a family, and it scared the hell outta me.
“My dad’s coming into town for a couple days,” Stella announced.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, not sure what she was getting at with her announcement.
“I usually have him stay with me,” she said, her tongue peeking out between her tightened lips.
“Well, then he should stay with you,” I agreed.
Her smile melted my heart. I lived for that smile. I wanted to make Stella happy, all the time. That wasn’t in the contract. Her job was to make Isabella happy, and me, but nowhere did it say I would spend my days, and my nights, thinking of how I could make Stella smile.
She moved across the kitchen, her arms gripping me tightly as her lips pressed into my neck. She’d only been here a few months, but already it felt like she’d always been here, like she belonged.
My hands gripped her tight ass, squeezing her flesh until she let out a squeal. “When will he be here?” I asked.
“Tomorrow morning,” she replied happily.
“I’ve gotta get to the office. Don’t wait up,” I said quickly, pulling from her embrace.
Her bottom lip pushed outward as she tilted her head to the side.
I didn’t have to go, but I needed to. We’d been too close. Way too close. Her father coming meant more public affection, and more confusion, for both of us.
“Trouble in paradise?” Stephanie’s voice shook me.
“What are you doing here on a weekend?” I asked.
Her pouty red lips puckered, and her fake eyelashes batted in my direction. “Thought I’d come in for some product testing,” she purred. “You wanna help me?”
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“No. I’ve just got to catch up on a few things,” I said quickly.
“Have you fallen for this girl?” she asked.
I watched her as she shook her head slowly, and then slid her tongue across her bottom lip. “What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You just seem different with her,” she pouted.
“My personal life is my business,” I scowled.
I regretted ever telling Stephanie about my plan to hire a contract girlfriend over drinks so many years ago. She’d never forgotten it, and obviously was still determined to prove it was wrong. “You need true love,” she said, pushing her hands to her hips.
“I have everything I need, and so does Isabella,” I snapped.
She sighed and then moved toward me. Her scent was sweet, quickly reminding me of Stella’s hint of vanilla perfume. I gripped her arms, refusing to let her get a hold of me as she intended.
“You sure you don’t wanna help me try out our new product line?” she whispered.
“I’m sure,” I hissed, and then left her standing in the front office alone.
I brought my work home, not that I really had anything pressing to do. I needed to stay in my office, and away from Stella, at least for a while. Stephanie was right to be jealous. I was acting different with Stella. I hadn’t fallen for her, though; that was impossible. I hired her to play a part, and she just happened to play it very well. If, in fact, she was playing at all.
Stella’s dad arrived the next morning, a tall, handsome, and very charismatic man. It was obvious he didn’t have money, with his department-store button-up dress shirt and his heavily creased slacks. He was impressed by the house, by Isabella, but not so much by me.
“I know something isn’t right,” he said when he got me alone.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Something isn’t right about this relationship. I’m not sure what it is, but you best not hurt my baby girl,” he warned.
He wasn’t a big man, even though tall. His arms were lanky, his demeanor otherwise mild, but it was obvious he would fight for his daughter’s happiness.