Sitting at her vanity and applying makeup while watching Hayden through the mirror, she loved the fact that he didn’t limit his fitness apparel only to tall, waif types.
Observing Hayden in high definition was thrilling. She stood up and walked to her lingerie drawer without turning her head away from the TV. While fixated on Hayden, Bailee slipped into a pair of lacey panties and bra.
Tonight was finally the night to taste those juicy lips of his…and hopefully savor a lot more than a kiss. There was no point in being coy; she was feeling confident enough to get naked with Hayden and take it all the way.
* * *
Inside a quaint restaurant in Kennett Square, Pennsylvania, Hayden stood up to greet Bailee.
She looked into his intense, dark eyes and then drank in the perfection of his face: clay-brown skin, high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and strong jawline. His manly good looks were intensified by the driving force of ambition that burned inside of him.
“Congrats on selling out everything on the show,” Bailee said.
“Couldn’t have done it without the entire QVC team. They’re top-notch, and really supportive,” he replied modestly as the waiter set menus before them.
Bailee perused the vast list of food choices. After completing nine nutrition classes at Gentle Breeze, she didn’t need any advice on what to order. The words protein, green vegetables, and limited carbs were indelibly etched in her mind, and she wasn’t tempted in the least by anything that was doughy or saturated with any kind of creamy sauce.
“How’re your workouts coming along?” Hayden asked.
“Fine. My trainer pushes me to the point of nausea before he allows me to quit.”
“That’s good. Hopefully, you don’t have an appointment with him tomorrow.”
“Actually, I don’t, but why is that a good thing?”
Hayden briefly fell silent as the waiter poured their wine. “I have an open call scheduled for female models,” he said after the wine was poured. “However, after seeing how good you look, I think I should cancel the open call. You have the perfect face and the perfect body for my fitness line.”
“Me? No way!”
“Yes, you. You’re perfect.”
“But I’m not even in shape. I’m getting there, but I’m not there, yet.”
“You’re on a journey that women from all walks of life can relate to. You’ll be generously compensated, and working with me will keep you busy while you’re between jobs.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.”
“Okay. Yes, I’ll do it,” she said exuberantly, although nervous about the idea.
He raised his wineglass. “Let’s drink to that.”
Their glasses clinked together and Bailee took a big sip. “I’m scared, Hayden. Being a model for a fitness line is absolutely insane. Are you sure I’m the right person?”
“I’m positive. You’re a woman who’s living your life fearlessly. Celebrating the body you’re in right now and not waiting to achieve what society views as perfection. I love the fact that you own who you are as you embrace a healthier lifestyle. My brand isn’t only for women who have achieved their goals, but also for those on the journey of self-love and self-awareness. Women like you, Bailee.”
Bailee felt herself flush. She was at a loss for words and was grateful that the waiter chose that moment to distract her with a steaming plate of sea scallops and grilled lemon-broccoli.
She’d been so wrong about Trent, had misjudged his intentions for over ten years, but this time, she wasn’t looking for a fairy tale. She no longer believed in happily ever after. She would simply enjoy the moment with Hayden, whether it lasted a week, a few months, or a lifetime.
After the meal, Hayden invited her back to his hotel, and Bailee didn’t hesitate.
She drove behind him, both excited and anxious. Trent had been the only man she’d ever been with, and she was as nervous as a virgin soon to be deflowered. They parked their cars and held hands as they entered the hotel.
Alone on the elevator, he leaned close until she felt his lips brush against her face. He pulled her into him and kissed her, his fingers twisting into her hair. His lips coaxed her mouth open and her whole body hummed with electricity. She wrapped her arms around his neck at the exact moment that the bell dinged, announcing their arrival on Hayden’s floor.
If she were a bolder woman, she would have pushed the emergency button and spread her legs for him right then and there. But she settled for being walked backward to his room with his hot hands all over her, sliding beneath her dress, rubbing her ass, and stroking her nipples until they were taut with need.
She could feel his hard-on pressing against her ass, and never had she been so certain of what she wanted.
She wanted him.
Inside her.
Hot and slick. Deep and hard.
So deeply embedded, she’d be at his mercy, unable to move or do anything else except shudder and gasp.
Somehow he managed to get the keycard out of his pocket and opened the door without missing a beat as he whispered, “I want you,” softly in her ear. He caressed her hip before his hand crept lower and began fondling her ass.
The momentum built to a slow burn and then traveled through her system, settling in her center, turning her insides to liquid heat that could not be contained.
Inside his room, there was no reason for any more small talk. They’d made enough polite conversation back at the retreat in Florida, over the phone every night since she’d been back, and throughout dinner tonight.
Bailee was hot, wet, and ready and she had nothing more to say.
One glass of wine shouldn’t have disoriented her, yet her mind felt fuzzy. Her senses jumbled and slowed down as his fingers skillfully unzipped her dress while his tongue deftly explored her mouth. It was possible that she was drunk on lust, she decided as she tottered unsteadily in her heels, and then kicked them off, and leaned against his hard body for support.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this moment. Never wanted anyone so much,” Hayden murmured, desire oozing out with each word.
“I…” She wanted to express her emotions, but the words stuck in her throat. All she could do was shiver, bite her lip, and squeeze her eyes shut as her dress fell away from her body and dropped to the floor.
She’d expected to be under the covers, stripping off her lingerie discreetly, but he began to make love to her while she was standing in the middle of the floor, completely exposed. Wearing nothing except lace undies, all of her imperfections were on prominent display.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hungry gaze quieting the negative self-critique that was running in her mind. As he unhooked her bra and released her voluptuous breasts, his large hands cupped them gingerly at first, and then began kneading the soft orbs, murmuring indistinctly as he lowered his head and latched onto a rigid nipple.
As his hot tongue swirled around her areola and his teeth nipped at the delicate flesh, sharp sensations cut through her system, a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain. Her nipple felt so sensitive, she clasped the sides of his head, intending to pull it away, but found herself holding his head in place.
It had been so long since her body had been touched like this; a sudden wave of dizziness caused Bailee to stumble, but Hayden’s strong arms held her upright as he carefully guided her toward the bed.
“It’s your night, babe. You don’t have to move a muscle. The only thing I want you to do is lie back and enjoy yourself.”
Hayden took control and she tried her best to relax, but couldn’t. He pushed her breasts together and alternately suckled each nipple, making it a point to be gentle as he lavished and lathed her pebbled flesh with the utmost care and attention.
Her body tensed when he peeled off her panties and showered her tummy with kisses that trailed down to her smooth mound. She purred low in her throat as he parted her labia with his fingers. The purring grew louder when he be
gan licking her fat clit, stoking a fire within her loins. Nectar trickled out of her slit and she squirmed with desire, spreading her legs for him, as wide as possible.
At first, he slowly snaked his tongue between the folds and leisurely lapped the juices that spilled from her. Then, as if invigorated by the taste, he began stabbing mercilessly into her scorching hot opening. His lips engulfed her swollen clit while his tongue flicked at the sensitive tip, causing her to writhe as she twisted the bed sheets inside her fists and chanted his name.
Her entire body was enflamed. “Hayden,” she whimpered breathlessly while alternately rocking her hips and thrusting her pelvis. The pleasure he was giving her was so intense, she couldn’t take much more. She was going to come in his mouth if he didn’t stop, and she wanted to feel his dick inside her when she experienced her first orgasm with him.
“Stop,” she whispered, her ass lifting upward, her hips grinding into his face. “Stop,” she repeated, more urgently. While her mouth pleaded for him to stop, her wet pussy and undulating body silently begged for more.
And he obliged her. His rigid tongue tunneled into her, poking and stabbing mercilessly into her silken insides.
“Baby,” he murmured, and the word was hot and tickly against her splayed labia, inciting Bailee to buck and thrust with wild abandon.
A sharp spasm ripped through her body and she grimaced and groaned through clenched teeth as he tongue-fucked her ruthlessly. Unable to stop the onslaught of torturous pleasure that rocketed through her system, her thighs clamped against his face.
Her orgasm was like a silver bolt of lightning ripping through her with a force that caused her to shudder and thrust wildly.
“Mmm,” Hayden murmured, drinking in every drop and then licking her slit clean.
Chest heaving. Panting. Gulping in air. Bailee tried to catch her breath so that she could return the favor. She desperately wanted to pounce on Hayden and swallow his dick whole. She tried to struggle upright, but she couldn’t move.
She had come so intensely, there seemed to be an aftershock of little grenades and missiles continuing to detonate inside her pussy, keeping her incapacitated.
Hayden tore off his shirt and Bailee caught a glimpse of his ripped abs. She wanted to reach out and stroke his six-pack, but in her weakened state, all she managed to do was imagine the feel of them.
“You don’t have to move,” he reminded her. “I told you, it’s your night.”
She nodded or at least tried to, but her satiated body was limp and spent. When he came out of his pants, revealing a mountainous bulge in the center of his briefs, she feared that in her current state of paralysis, she’d be extremely dull in bed.
Naked in the dimly lit room, Hayden’s body looked as if it were made of concrete. The only thing that let her know he was a living and breathing human being and not a beautifully muscled sculpture was the way his dick began stretching and pulsing inside his loosely closed fist.
Bailee’s mouth watered at the sight of him stroking his gorgeous dick. She wanted desperately to relieve him of the task of self-gratification, but he wasn’t within her reach and she was still too weak to inch closer to him.
Sensing her need, he straddled her supine body and began rubbing the engorged head of his dick all over her neck and breasts, and she felt a sticky ooze streaking her chest. He dragged the pulsing, heavy flesh over one breast and then the other.
Her back arched and her nipples tightened into hard pearls as he lightly rubbed the head of his dick against them, smearing them with a glistening coat of pre-ejaculation.
He’d awakened her secret longing and she refused to be shy. “Put it in my mouth,” she rasped in a desperate tone.
“No.”
“Please.”
“No,” he insisted as he continued to haul his thickened meat over her plump tummy, leaving drippings in her navel before continuing the trek downward. And when he finally reached her pussy, he ran his dick up and down her creamy slit until her clit worked its way from beneath the hood and stood upright, bold and rigid.
Pre-cum seeped out and saturated the hardened nub, and once again, Bailee began gyrating. Never had she wanted a dick as badly as she wanted Hayden’s right now. Her pussy wept with need, but he continued to slide it up and down the satiny entrance.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “I’m ready for you.”
“No, you’re not.”
“My pussy needs you.”
“You’re not wet enough,” he replied, slipping the head into her tight opening.
“Oh, God,” she gasped as her pussy tried its best to gobble him up.
“Slow down, baby. There’s no rush,” Hayden said, feeding her only half-inch increments at a time.
“Give it to me,” she demanded, almost angrily, hitching upward and seizing more than she was being offered.
Hayden chuckled lightly. “I always say, everything in moderation, but I forgot that your pussy’s not on a diet. Is it hungry, babe?”
“It’s starving.”
“I’m gonna feed it as much as it wants,” he promised, easing in another inch.
“I need more. Give me more,” she pleaded in a harsh whisper, her face contorting as she bit down on her lip.
“Throw those pretty legs around my back,” he instructed and Bailee eagerly complied. After wrapping her legs around his back, she locked her ankles together, forcing him to plow deeper. Once his dick was embedded to the hilt, Hayden began thrusting so vigorously, his ball sac slapped against her flesh.
“Damn, this pussy is tight,” he growled as he provided long strokes, filling her with a rock-hard dick that was ridged with pulsating veins.
Although his girth and width were much more than she was accustomed to, her vagina easily stretched and accommodated his size. With pleasure cresting, a sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead.
All rational thought and reason escaped her as Bailee became lost in the sensations. The dual stimulation of hard-thrusting dick meat accompanied with throbbing veins that pressed against her soft, cushiony walls was almost more than she could bear. The wet lips of her vulva tightened around his shaft, squeezing it and pulling it deeper into her warm depths.
“It’s so good,” she said hoarsely. “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she crooned, her pelvic rolls rhythmically keeping pace with his forceful thrusts.
Excitement glimmered in her eyes as her inner muscles began to involuntarily contract, and her walls, like a python, squeezed his dick unmercifully, forcing liquid heat to gush out and splatter her insides.
As she released with a shudder and a soft scream, his mouth found hers and their tongues intertwined.
Chapter 25
Jayla approached the hostess desk with Derek trailing closely behind her.
He looked around in wonder at the environment as if he were inside an exclusive eatery instead of an ordinary chain restaurant.
After checking in and receiving a buzzer, Jayla and Derek took seats on a bench in the crowded waiting area.
“I’ve been dreaming about the Olive Garden for ten long years,” Derek said. “When I was locked up, the food in the commercials used to make my mouth water.”
“I’ve never liked the food here, so I guess it’s a good thing that I don’t have much of an appetite anymore. Otherwise, I’d be upset that you insisted on coming here.”
“Are you gonna make me eat alone?” he asked with a hint of hurt in his voice. “You know how self-conscious I get in restaurant situations.”
“I’m not hungry,” Jayla maintained. “Furthermore, I’m pissed that we’re here instead of sticking to the plan to check out some of the properties we plan to bid on.”
“Foreclosed houses aren’t going anywhere. We don’t have the money yet, so what’s the rush?”
“I hope you’re not getting cold feet about our venture.”
“No, not at all. I just got hyped when I noticed that we were approaching Olive Garden.”
Jayla shook her head
in bewilderment. “Who gets hyped over Olive Garden, though?”
“I do. But I don’t expect you to understand.”
“I definitely don’t understand,” Jayla said, tugging on her skirt.
“You’re skinny now. You don’t have to constantly adjust your clothes,” Derek remarked.
“I’m far from skinny.”
“You’re getting there, though. With all the weight you lost, you look like an entirely different person.”
“You think so?”
“Definitely.”
“Even though my weight is falling off like crazy, I’m so accustomed to my clothes hitching up, it’s a reflex for me to constantly tug on the back of a jacket, a dress, or a skirt. To be honest, I shouldn’t even care how I look inside this dump.” She made a face. “If you want really good Italian food, I can take you to Luigi’s in Cherry Hill. The crap they serve here is nothing but a bunch of pre-cooked frozen mess.”
“I’m looking forward to eating a whole lot of their pre-cooked frozen mess,” he said, sounding defensive.
Realizing that Derek’s irrational Olive Garden request had something to do with him being locked up for so long, she decided to go easy on him and not complain too much.
“By the way, my mom’s so happy about us being a couple…” Jayla made air quotes around the word, couple. “She’s been telling everyone at her church that I’ve finally found my perfect mate.” Jayla rolled her eyes to the ceiling as if she didn’t share Lorraine’s desire for her to be permanently hooked up with Derek.
Derek looked pained. “I hate deceiving your mom and I feel bad for you.”
“Why do you feel bad for me? I’ve been having fun playing the part of your girlfriend.”
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