Relentless Pursuit

by Lulu Pratt

  “I don’t want to fuck anyone else, Christina,” his headshake almost imperceptible.

  “So then, what about this is different than a relationship?” I ask. This man is the most confusing person I’ve ever met.

  “I don’t do ‘relationships’,” he says in a mocking tone.

  “Well, sir. What you just described is the premise of a modern relationship if I understand them correctly,” I down the last of my drink.

  “But just the premise. I don’t do dates, I’m not going to meet your parents, I don’t have that type of time.” His gaze is piercing, like he’s willing me to understand him.

  Walking away from the bar, I stroll around the apartment, taking in the immaculate space, my high heels creating a loud harmony as I walk across the marble at a slow rhythm. I can hear Warren following behind me slowly, so I’m not at all shocked when I spin and see him about five feet behind me.

  “So, you want me to agree to an exclusive sexual relationship with you, where we have sex whenever and wherever, but that’s it?” I summarize his terms.

  “Yes,” he says flatly.

  “I don’t have sex with anyone else, and you don’t have sex with anyone else, but there’s no lovey-dovey shit,” I simplify it.

  “Right,” he nods his head, that sexy smirk curling his lips again.

  “Okay,” I shrug, and Warren’s eyes look ready to pop out of his head.

  “Okay?” He repeats in disbelief.

  “Okay,” I confirm, nodding my head, and he stalks me, his jaw tight, before lifting me in the air. My legs instantly wrap around him, his hands on each side of my face as his tongue slides into my mouth while he walks between two large white sofas in the living room.

  Chapter 5

  My dress is off before we’ve even reached the bedroom, Warren lifts me higher to kiss my bare breasts as he crosses the threshold. This room is a complete contrast to the white living area, everything is dark and overtly masculine, including the black four-poster bed.

  Gently placing me on the cloud-like duvet, Warren steps back, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt before removing his cufflinks with supreme patience. My legs press together as his rippled abs are exposed, his pectorals so stiff and full, I’m dying to run my fingers across them.

  “Take those off,” he nods to me, and I assume he’s referring to my lace boy shorts, since they’re the only thing I’m wearing.

  “You take them off,” I sass, but he doesn’t seem amused this time.

  Undressing without another word, he slips out of his shoes before unbuckling his belt and pants, letting them both fall to the floor. Wearing nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, he walks to the bed so that he’s standing directly in front of me, his hand wrapped around his bulging erection.

  “Take your fucking panties off, Christina,” he says calmly, looking directly into my eyes.

  “You fucking take them off, Warren,” I challenge with a shaky voice.

  Staring at me for what feels like minutes, he doesn’t say a word. Pulling his boxers down, his cock emerges, standing long and thick. I swallow hard as he watches on. How the hell does he think that’s going to fit inside of me?

  Climbing over top of me, he takes both of my wrists into one hand, placing them above my head as he attacks my neck with that masterful mouth. Sighing deeply, I wrap my legs around his midsection, pulling him close to me.

  His tongue traces down my body, stopping at my chest, taking a mouthful of my large breast into his mouth before circling my nipple with the tip of his tongue. His teeth tug on the hardened skin and I shriek in shock at how good it feels. Glancing up at me, his eyes hooded with desire, he moves to my other breast and repeats the same routine, only this time he delays the tug at my nipple and I lift my body, silently begging for the painful pleasure.

  His tongue trails further downward, and my pelvis muscles clench, anxious for him as he circles my navel with gentle bites. When he finally pulls at my panties, I lift my hips and practically pull them off myself, eager to feel him.

  Pushing my legs apart, he runs the point of his nose along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and I moan in satisfaction, my back arching in delight. He circles my sex with his mouth without touching me, but I can feel his breath, his deep breath, as he inhales my scent.

  “You’re already drenched for me,” he smirks.

  Before I can think of a witty comeback, the flat of his tongue runs across the length of my sex and I feel my heart stop beating. Moving his tongue back downwards, he splits my folds, exposing my sensitive clitoris before kissing my opening as he did my mouth earlier.

  Gripping my thighs, he slides his tongue inside me and I cry out, moans no longer a valid expression of how good he feels. Lifting my hips, I shamelessly shove my greedy pussy to him, desperate for more. My stomach is filled with butterflies, my heart rate rising as my core vibrates. Something big is happening, I feel like my body might explode.

  “Mmm,” he hums as he takes my clit into his mouth before sucking gently, and I feel myself erupt, the vibrations taking over me.

  “Ahh!” I cry as the climax pours out of me, my legs trembling, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he sucks harder, my most sensitive spot throbbing. I feel his fingers slide into me, and my body begins to push into them, my pussy clenching around the intrusion.

  “Warren,” I moan, my body desperate for more. “I’m ready. Please,” I beg, my ass still launching forward, my pussy devouring his fingers.

  “You should’ve taken your panties off,” he says before taking me with his mouth again, kissing my pussy passionately. Again, he begins sucking my clit, and when he grazes me with his teeth, another explosion rattles through me as I scream his name.

  “Now you’re ready,” he climbs back up my body, our faces so close I can see my arousal glistening on his lips before he takes my mouth, our tongues dancing as I taste myself for the first time.

  Without warning, he shoves his hard length inside me and I shriek into his mouth as he swallows my cries. Balancing his weight on his elbows, he moves his back in a wave-like motion, sliding in and out of my slippery sex, an erotic splash sounding every time he surges deep inside me.

  “Fuck! You’re so fucking tight,” he groans before burying his face in my neck, my legs wrapped around his waist as I rock with him, meeting him at every thrust.

  “Yes! Warren! Oh my God!” I moan, as he digs into me repeatedly. What was initially pain is now overwhelming pleasure, my velvet pussy curves to his thick cock.

  “You’re gonna come again, Christina,” He growls in my ear, his pace quickening, as our bodies collide in harmony.

  “Warren!” I cry, feeling another orgasm building in my pelvis.

  “Yeah, baby. I’ve got you. Just come for me one more time,” he groans into my neck. I don’t know if it’s the softness of his voice, the pleasure in his tone, or simply the sensation of his manhood stretching me to my max, but I do as he asks and climax on command.

  “Good girl,” he whispers before sucking my neck, his hips now raging forward rough and fast as he slams into me.

  “Oh God!” I yell. His roughness seems to extend my orgasm, and now he’s bucking like an animal, growling in my ear as his body seeks his release with a vengeance.

  “Fuck! Oh shit! Christina! Oh, Christina, baby!” He growls before stilling inside me, his cock twitching as his climax oozes out of him.

  “Fuck!” He whispers, his hips still slowly thrusting forward as my pussy clamps around him.

  “Mmm… Milk me, baby,” he whispers on my neck, and I squeeze my muscles as his hips slow until he comes to a complete stop, both of us panting like we’ve just finished a workout. I guess we have.

  Rolling off me, Warren lands on his back, his eyes trained on the ceiling.

  “So how does this work?” I ask looking over at him, but he doesn’t return my gaze.

  “Should I leave?” I question, unsure of his rules, but certain I now want to follow them, becaus
e I don’t ever want him to stop doing what he just did to me.

  Turning to face me, a grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head, “Where are all your smart-ass comebacks now?” He asks, pulling me into his arms as he spoons me.

  “I think you fucked them out of me,” I admit, and I hear him chuckle behind me before littering soft kisses on the back of my shoulder.

  “Now you should go to sleep,” he whispers in my ear, draping me in his arms.

  Chapter 6

  I awake from one of those deep sleeps, where I don’t even remember drifting off. The bedroom is dark, but there’s a light illuminated far in the corner. Turning, I realize Warren is gone, and make my way to the light, with his luxury white bed sheet draped around my body.

  The room is so bright I have to enter slowly to give my eyes time to adjust. Much like the living area, his bathroom is covered in white marble with gray accents. The shower gets louder as I enter, looking around wondering how many of my apartments can fit into his bathroom.

  “What’s up, gorgeous?” He startles me.

  “Hey, I meant to sneak up on you,” I smile bashfully.

  “Are you gonna join me?” He asks, peeking his head out of the massive glassed-in shower.

  Dropping the sheet, I notice the red stain for the first time and my hand flies to my mouth in embarrassment.

  “It’s okay, babe. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have believed you without it,” he shrugs and disappears behind the foggy glass.

  Making my way into the steamy shower, I’m happy to see the marble bench at the edge and decide to take a seat. Between the shock of learning I bled on his sheets and the heat from the shower, I suddenly feel light headed.

  “You okay?” Warren asks, turning to me. Seeing his naked body is just the remedy I need, because everything in me comes alive as I drink in his washboard abs and that sculpted V-shape leading to his cock, which is literally growing before my eyes.

  “See something you like?” He holds up his hands.

  “Come here,” I motion with my index finger and he tilts his head in that studying way he seems to enjoy so much before finally walking in my direction.

  “Yes?” He asks, looking down, his cock directly in front of my face.

  Running the flat of my tongue down his shaft, I trace the thick vein that runs all the way to the base of his cock.

  “Mmm,” he moans, his length hardening against my tongue.

  Taking a deep breath, I open my mouth as wide as possible, sheathing my teeth as I bob my head forward, taking as much of him as I can fit into my mouth.

  “Fuck!” He bites out as I slide his heavy length out of my mouth before bobbing forward again as I twist my head from one side to the other, taking him even further down my throat this time.

  Dropping his sudsy loofah to the ground, Warren plants both of his palms on the glass wall behind me as I slide him in and out of my mouth. Coated in my saliva, his cock slides easily as I grab the base with one hand, jacking him, while sucking his head and gripping his balls with my free hand.

  “Oh, baby,” he groans, dropping one hand to my head, gently brushing a few stray strands from my face as his hips rock forward, shoving more of his hard rod down my throat.

  Gripping him with both hands, I twist in opposite directions like I’m grinding pepper, still bobbing and twisting my head, sucking him off.

  “Oh fuck! Just like that!” He rocks his hips faster and I match his pace with my mouth and hands.

  Looking up, I realize he’s watching me, so I gaze back at him with blurred vision, my eyes watering from my gag reflex. His cock hits the back of my throat and I think I might throw up, but it’s just an influx of saliva, so I spit it on his throbbing manhood and suck him even harder.

  “Good girl,” he growls, and this time what initially sounded like condescending coaching actually turns me on. Clenching my pussy against the warm marble, I surge on, shoving him deeper down my throat and I feel his balls draw up.

  “Fuck! Christina, if you don’t want me to come down your throat, stop,” he spits the words out.

  “Christina!” He repeats and I look up at him while sucking him off. His eyes droop low as if he can’t stand to watch his hard cock disappear into my warm and wet mouth.

  With his hand gripping my hair, he pulls my head forward while thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth. After three strokes, a sound escapes him, a mix between a squeal and a moan, and a warm, thick cream shoots into the back of my throat as his still-erect length spasms against my tongue. Licking my lips, I swallow the mouthful of saliva mixed with his salty spunk, his eyes hooding over as he watches me in disbelief.

  “Get up, baby,” he orders and I quickly do as he says, hoping it leads to my own climax.

  Adrenaline pumps through me when he turns me around, bending me over the second I stand up, my hands resting flat on the bench as I brace myself for him.

  “Oh fuck!” I yelp when he surges into my creaming pussy from behind. He feels even deeper from this position and he doesn’t allow any time for me to acclimate to the pressure, instead he’s fucking me hard and fast immediately.

  My orgasm is building before I can even begin lunging backwards to meet his thrusts. I feel myself unraveling as his pace increases, my pussy stretched in the perfect blend of pain and pleasure.

  “Warren! Baby!” I cry, creaming all over his long, hard cock.

  He doesn’t even pause to acknowledge my orgasm, pumping me even harder as my legs become unsteady, the vibrations rattling me to my core. Gripping my hips, Warren keeps me on my feet as he pounds my tight pussy until I feel another explosion building.

  “Shit! Christina, you feel too good, baby,” he grunts and I press against the bench for leverage, throwing my ass back to meet his onslaught. Raising his hand in the air, he lets it fall harshly against my ass cheek and I yell in shock, but holy fuck it feels good.

  “Come for me, baby!” He yells before dropping his hand again, this time hitting the other cheek. My body is bucking backwards, hungry for more of his ravishing.

  I hear a sucking noise before I feel pressure at my puckering asshole, and a strange sensation as he shoves his thumb inside of me, gripping my hip with his other hand as he rams me hard and fast.

  “Come, Christina! Fuck! Now, baby!” He growls and my body is a slave to his command, an all-encompassing orgasm washing over me as my body collapses. Warren follows me to the floor, humping my twisted body until he oozes another load inside of me, groaning my name as his pleasure overflows.

  Our limbs entangled in a twisted mess on the marble floor of the shower, I look over at the Rolex watch on Warren’s wrist and shriek at the time.

  “I have to get to work!” I struggle to free myself from his grasp.

  “Just wait. You can take the car wherever you need to go,” he lazily explains, gripping me tighter.

  “I can’t take a limousine to work, Warren,” I reason, hopelessly attempting to shrug my way out of his grasp.

  “You’ll do whatever I tell you to,” he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe, and I find myself again without a witty comeback, because the truth is, I will.

  Chapter 7

  “Well, well, well…” Evelyn sings when I burst through the door of our apartment, making a mad dash to my bedroom.

  “Sorry!” I yell, realizing I never called my best friend to let her know all was well.

  “Oh, my spidey senses were tingling when you left. I knew you were out and up to no good, but then I saw these,” she says suspiciously and I look over the stairs to see her holding a huge vase of red roses.

  “How the hell did he get those here so fast?” I whisper to myself, rushing into my bathroom for a quick shower.

  “So, who is this mystery Mr. Just?” I hear Evelyn above the hum of the showerhead. Great, she’s going to talk to me through the shower I was hoping would help me clear my head.

  “Is that his name?” I scrunch my nose as the water falls over my head.
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br />   “Don’t tell me you spent the night with a man and don’t even know his name,” she shrieks, and I hear her move closer to the shower, before the glass door is flung open, a cold gust of wind rushing against my warm body.

  “Christina Loraine McClemore!” Evelyn yells before I can object to her intrusion.

  “Ev, I’m late for work, I have to go!” I sigh in exasperation before turning off the shower and reaching for my towel.

  “Christy, you’re not a virgin anymore!” She exclaims, covering her mouth with her hand.

  “What are you talking about?” I try to sound casual. There’s no way I can look different, is there?

  “Ma’am, it’s a little late to play coy. There’s an entire handprint on your ass!” She tilts her head in sarcasm and I twirl like a puppy trying to catch my tail before seeing my reflection in the mirror, my pale ass covered in red bruises.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp at my reflection.

  “I’ll say! So, what’s his name?” Evelyn disrupts my stare down with my bruised bottom.

  “Warren,” I absentmindedly answer, heading into my closet.

  “Wait, Mr. Just is Warren? As in Warren Just?” She asks, gripping my forearm when I ignore her questions in search of an outfit for the day.

  “Ev, I seriously don’t have time for this. I’ll tell you everything after work–” I begin before she cuts me off.

  “Christy, he’s a fucking gazillionaire! Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of him,” she yelps, her face flush with excitement.

  “Well, he did have a really nice apartment,” I shrug before yanking a black dress from a hanger and walking to my dresser for underwear.

  “No, seriously. Christina, he owns half of Manhattan. You lost your virginity to a billionaire? Of course you did,” she scoffs, answering her own question.

  “We’ll talk about this later, I promise,” I assure her, slipping my dress over my head and scrambling to grab my bag before rushing down the steps.