by Mia Madison
… And I had a whole lot of energy to use, and a whole lot of time to make up for.
“Zane… please… I can’t. I can’t take anymore.” She begged. I looked up to see her looking ruined. She was a beautiful disaster. Her hair was loose, having fallen out from our charades, and her face was sweaty. Her eyeliner had smudged yet again. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweet.
Beautiful fucking disaster… a dirty angel. And all mine at the moment. She wanted me to stop, but I wasn’t letting her go that easily.
“Unt uh,” I said, shaking his head. “You’re not gonna run. I’m going to make you feed me every ounce of this sweet fucking pussy juice.”
19
GiGi
I don’t remember what time I finally reached home, but it was late enough that I was able to slip past mom and Parker without them catching me. Thank God, because I looked like a hot mess after the workout Zane had given me.
Zane worked the hell out of me on the kitchen island with his tongue. He showed me that he really knew what to do with that beard. No man had ever made me cum as many times as Zane had. Ever.
True to his word, he made me feed him every ounce of my juices, orgasm after orgasm. When I finally tapped out and screamed for the millionth time, my voice had become hoarse. I’d become a limp noodle under his touch. I was damn near dehydrated and might as well have been made of pure jelly.
…But we hadn’t even gone all the way. He wouldn’t even let me return the favor.
“I told you, you’ve won this battle, but not the war.” He smiled, smugly. The only reason I didn’t protest was because I was too weak, and amused at seeing my juices coat his beard.
Despite a few hours of sleep, I woke up on time, bright and cheery, ready for the day. Even though there was a lingering disappointment that Cherry was not all she was advertised to be, the afterglow of my orgasmic experience with Zane allowed me to spring along with a jovial mood.
There’d always be more cars. There’d never be another Zane Hendrix.
True to his word, Zane was at the kitchen table with Parker, ready to pick me up. Breakfast this morning was homemade. Parker had whipped up some waffles with fruit compote and fresh squeezed juice.
“I didn’t know if you wanted peach or strawberry, so I made both and set them to the side,” he reasoned.
“Thanks, Parker! Good morning, Zane.” I smiled widely. Please act normal, Ginger. Don’t be obvious.
“Good morning sunshine,” he said, winking coolly. “I see you’re in a good mood.”
“Especially for a young lady headed straight to work.” Parker passed me some napkins. “How was your first day of work?”
“We worked hard yesterday. Got a lot done.” I cut into my waffles, inhaling the hint of lemon vanilla rising from the steam. Parker had a way with blending flavors and scents. If he weren’t so deep into sports, I would swear he’d have a prolific career with the Food Network. “Hopefully there’s more to manage today. I like big workloads.”
“There’s definitely a big workload for you to take care of today.” I wasn’t lost on Zane’s double entendre. I chewed, thoroughly, closing my eyes and moaning as if it were the food getting my attention and praise, and garnering my satisfied reaction.
“Parker, you have to promise to make waffles everyday!” I said, kicking Zane lightly under the table.
Our drive over was filled with flirtatious tension. I wore a simple sundress and Tory Burch slides, wanting to wear something casual. I’d have to keep it simple because I worked at Hooters later, and didn’t want to have too much packed on me.
Zane was aware that I had work at Hooters tonight, so he promised we’d keep things business today. “I have a few meetings to attend with Parker, so I won’t be here. I’ll be in and out most of the morning. I’m going to shower and get dressed when we arrive, and I’ll probably text you between noon and one, which is when we’ll break for lunch.”
“No problem,” I said. I did my best to behave, considering it was only 7 in the morning, and I had an entire day ahead of me. But I was turned on beyond personal control. I needed to play with him just a little.
I reached over and rubbed his crotch through his pajama pants. Yes, he hadn’t even bothered to put on real clothes to pick me up. And Parker hadn’t blinked twice at this behavior. Zane frequently donned pajamas when he needed to make a quick run over to the house.
“What are you doing, GiGi?” He protested. I avoided his attempts to push my hand away and leaned in.
“I’m just having a little fun.” I pulled his thick shaft out and sunk my lips over him. He inhaled sharply, suppressing a moan as I sucked on his length, giving it a few strokes before pulling away to examine it. He had an amazing build to his penis, with veins peppered in a network across shaft.
Zane hadn’t continued his protest. He allowed me to continue stroking and massaging him as we continued. I closed my eyes, spread my pouty lips, and embraced the bulbous head of his cock into my mouth. Zane’s fleshy bulb was salty with his fluid, but otherwise tasted like warm skin. He smelled manly and mysterious, still endowed with that signature leather and wood scent I’d come to associate with him.
Zane groaned in contentment at the sensation of my lips on his cock, like he hadn’t had a good blowjob in years.
His reaction turned me on. I felt my pussy tingling with delight again. Sucking him off was doubly enticing. He’d become my fantasy come true, even though I had no business doing this in the first place. This was beyond blurring lines. Like mixing paint, these lines were eradicated and messy; they couldn’t be undone.
“Fuck baby.” The warmth of his big hand could be felt as he cupped the back of my head. “Suck my cock, just like that.”
This should feel wrong, I thought. But it doesn’t. It feels perfect. I could suck him all day.
“You like that, Zaddy?” I said. He moaned and thrust slightly. He clearly loved when I called him by that secret pet name.
I worked my mouth up and down, adding shallow mouth strokes on his dick, yet remained hesitant to swallow him whole. I didn’t know if I could take his full length in my mouth, especially with it having so much thickness.
Zane seemed to sense my nervousness, and took control, leisurely placing his hand on top of my head. As he pressed down on my head, he coached me gently, and assisted by moving his hips up and down, further pushing the thick length of his cock in my wet mouth.
“Those sexy lips feel so good on my cock,” he praised. “That’s it, suck all of Zaddy.”
Obeying his lustful demands, I allowed myself to surrender to the moment. Zane reached his free hand over and began to palm my ass through my dress.
“Are you wearing panties?” He answered that question for himself when he pulled up the hem of my dress, and saw my smooth panty-free heart-shaped buns on display for his viewing pleasure.
He circled his finger around my pussy, ready to sink one in, but I wiggled away, shaking my head. He settled for squeezing and slapping my ass cheeks as he reveled in my oral play.
The car stopped moving. I looked up quickly and realized we were already at his house. That didn’t halt anything. Zane reclined his seat, and pushed himself out further, giving me further access to him.
“Fuck, baby,” he gasped. “You’re sucking my cock so good right now. Look at me while you suck Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, contentedly. He reached under my dress, and grasped hold of my breasts, fondling them one at a time. My nipples hardened under his touch. The way I began moaning, you could tell I was so fucking wet and ripe; my body would literally drench itself with wetness every time Zane and I came into contact.
Sucking dutifully, she looked up into his mysterious brown eyes as I pampered him. Our eyes met while I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, and I swear it felt like we had a soul connection. This felt so crazy and insane.
My heart fluttered as I pleasured him. At that moment, I felt there was no other purpos
e in life for me than to make that man cum. I channeled my energy into sucking him, hard and deep. I wanted to start his day off right, and make him explode so he’d be forced to think about me all day.
Staccato breathing inserted itself into his breathing pattern. I slowed the roll of my tongue on the underside of his shaft, moaning loudly in encouragement. I could feel his balls tighten in my hand as his head began to pulse. He seized my breast, and held my head in place, refusing to blink as he erupted.
The head of his cock pulsed wildly as he pumped a river of excitement between my lips onto my tongue. He grunted, allowing me to be privy to his secret love faces, which were goofy, sacred, and profane.
I continued stroking him as he moaned and released himself, savoring the manly taste of his orgasm. I could swallow him for days.
Zane gathered enough of himself to take control of his shaft. Squeezing himself rhythmically as he stroked and milked the last of his nut inside my mouth. His eyes never left mine.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you… Zaddy Daddy.” I continued to suckle on him, enjoying the way he leaned back and finally closed his eyes, as if ready to pass into Dreamland right then and there.
Lord. We were in trouble. As long as this kept up, we’d never get anything done.
20
Zane
Tearing myself away from my house has never been harder. But having to do so was necessary. Ever since I hired her, Ginger worked hard – but only when we were separated from one another.
After yesterday and this morning, I showered and stayed focused. It was tough. That girl was on my mind more than anything else. It was distracting.
Parker and I spent the day in downtown LA, speaking with potential sponsors. There were coffee brands, soft drink brands, and even a few lifestyle and travel reps. I lost count of the free merchandise they wheeled us just to show up.
My eyes may have glazed over two or three times in each appointment. I didn’t mean to be incredibly rude; my brain was simply elsewhere.
“Earth to Zane.” Parker’s fingers snapped loudly in my ear, snapping me back to attention. “You okay, man?”
“Yeah, just thinking.” I shook my head. “It sounds good.”
“What does?”
“What you just said.”
Parker looked at me, and to the gentlemen in the room, before motioning for a moment. “May we have a word, gentlemen?” He stood up, turning to me, a clear sign that we needed to talk.
He was silent until we were out of earshot. “What the fuck’s going on man?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged. “Why are you hyped up?”
Parker looked at me flatly. “They just asked you if you were okay participating in an arranged public relationship.”
My eyes bugged. Arranged public relationship? Hell no. “With who?”
“Some Russian supermodel. She needs press, and they want you to fly out with her to a couple of their resorts, kiss and snap a couple of pictures, and be seen together.”
Hell no. That’s not going to happen. I only had eyes for GiGi. If there were any woman I’d be caught with in public, it’d be her.
Except, it couldn’t be.
Not with her father, well stepfather, my agent and best friend, standing right here in front of me, trying to bring me back to Earth so we could focus and make this money.
“You’ve been single for a year.” Parker argued that this was what I needed to remain relevant, and even position myself for further opportunities. “We’re not asking you to fall in love.”
I refused to budge on this, but he continued to push. “I know you keep a low profile, but think about it. Christina will run your office. I’ll check up on her. You? You on the other hand, you get to travel the world and stay at luxury resorts for free, with one of the world’s most beautiful women on your arm. You get to bang a chick half your age, maybe get her to fly in some of her friends on the resort’s tab, and then go separate ways and collect a sweet check for $5 million.”
“No.” My heart dropped when I thought about it. The offer was tempting, even against my privacy. But it wasn’t my privacy that held me back.
It was GiGi. We weren’t even official in any sense, but we had already built a connection. It was hot and heavy.
My cock pulsed. I could still feel the silkiness of her hair in the memory of my fingertips.
“I can’t.”
“Dude, I understand your position. Really, I do,” he said. “But $5 million puts us over the projections for this year’s profitability. You’ll be able to go forth and invest in that children’s shelter you wanted to build. You’ll have the money to draw in investors.”
He had a point. I wanted to give back. My legacy was to help children, particularly those who’d been abused, grow up with lives that were as healthy and normal as possible.
“Is there any way to negotiate on this?” I said.
“Do you need more time?” He pressed.
“It’s just that… there is someone.” If he knew I had a woman, he wouldn’t press so hard.
“How long have you been seeing her?” Parker pressed.
“Only recently.”
Parker’s eyes rolled. “Forget about her. You’re going to lose $5 million over a chick you’ve just met? Zane, if you were married, this would make sense. Hell, if she were at least a year in with you, I could respect it. But you’ve just met her.”
“No disrespect,” he scoffed. “But there’s way too much ass in the free world as a single, retired MVP with the world at his fingertips. Why give it up for some chick you probably won’t remember in 30 days?”
“SHE’S NOT JUST SOME CHICK!”
My ears and insides burned. Hot at the bullshit spewing from his lips, my fists balled. I could feel the heat rush to my face as the sounds of blood flowing coursed through my ears.
“She is relevant. She’s more fucking relevant than some skinny ass model I don’t take any interest in. If you - or they - want any kind of leeway with me on this, I need it on my terms. I get to pick the woman, and the woman I pick, if any, will my woman.”
I stormed out of the office. Fuck this fame and fortune bullshit. I had values I couldn’t compromise. I really wanted $5 million for the children’s shelter, but what’s meant to be would be.
As for the ride? Parker? That agency? Fuck them all.
I needed GiGi.
21
GiGi
Over the next two weeks, work was pretty routine. I’d work from 8 AM to 4 PM at Zane’s place. Thursday through Saturday, I’d work at Hooters in the evening. Christina would check in here and there, but for the most part, I was running a smooth ship. I was proud of myself.
Zane and I continued our routine, however we had mellowed out some. If we kept things up, we’d only end up taking things too far. We enjoyed a lot of passionate trysts and make out sessions, but we drew the line at going all the way.
I would have loved to, as would he. But he argued that we’d need to take our time with that.
“I don’t want to take your focus off school.” Education and ambition were important to Zane, more important than the sexual energy we shared. “I can’t have your focus on me if you’ve got bigger things to accomplish. How do you think I got to that level in my career? Focus.”
“Yeah, babe, but you were also married too.” I countered his point as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We shared a closed mouth kiss, then another, and then another lingering one. I groaned as he leaned into me, his hardness pressing into my stomach.
Dayum, Daddy… He was so fucking hot. I felt incredibly lucky to be in this position.
“I don’t want you to sacrifice anything on account of me, Ginger.” He called me babe or GiGi. Using my full name was his way of letting me know he was serious. “We’re too new. And while sex can be casual, what I feel for you isn’t.”
His eyes darkened, with lust and a mixture of something I hadn’t seen in a long tim
e: love. His pupils dilated. His hand swept against my jawline, and his thumb caressed its square.
“Baby,” I crooned. “You don’t trust me to be a big girl.” I caught the tip of his thumb with my lips, lured it in with my tongue, and bit down sensually with my teeth. He groaned, and I could feel the reaction it had when his cock jumped against me.
“Behave…” He growled, a hint of danger in his tone. He kissed my forehead. “The truth is that I don’t trust me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m 38 years old. I’m retired. I’ve fulfilled everything I needed to fulfill in my career. I’m ready to stay out of the limelight and start the next phase of my life. That includes having a wife and kids.”
“I want to start a family too…” What was his point?
“You’re only 19, babe,” he started. My eyes rolled. I groaned and sighed in annoyance. Didn’t he realize I’m not like other 19 year olds?
“Don’t do that, GiGi. Hear me out.”
I crossed my arms, listening for the same old shit I knew he’d say. I could recite his words by heart already.
“I’m twice your age. It wouldn’t be fair of me to put you in that position. There’s so much in the world for you to experience and explore.” His expression was emphatic. He really meant what he said. He didn’t mean to sound like a broken record; but what else would capture those words so powerfully and to the point?