by Mia Madison
Parker’s eyes widened, and he froze. “What?” He looked from me to Ginger, who’d avoided his glance and placed her hands in her lap.
“Remember when you said I couldn’t hold up $5 million over a random chick I’d just met?” He nodded, annoyance in his expression as reality hit. “As you can see, Ginger is not a random woman.”
“She damn sure isn’t. That’s my stepdaughter!” Parker’s tone was spiked with disbelief and anger.
I couldn’t say I blamed him at the moment, but I could breathe with a sigh of relief that the hardest part of this confession – that I was in love – was over. I just needed him to hear me out.
“Parker, hear me out.” I looked him in his eyes, man to man, so he could see I was serious. Ginger stiffened as she lifted her head just enough to sneak glances back and forth between the two of us.
“I’m listening.” His voice was constrained.
“I haven’t seen Ginger in long time. When I asked her to work with me, I figured it was a temporary fix considering her major. But there’s chemistry. There’s connection. And she’s just perfect for me. I don’t know how to explain it, but she’s what I need in my life.”
“She’s nineteen,” he protested. “She’s in school.”
“So was that model you set him up with,” Ginger shot back. I could see the memory still fresh in her mind. “What made her okay?”
“She’s a model. Her job is to pose and look pretty.” Parker turned to her. “Zane’s twice your age. Do you know what you want in your life?”
“I want to live, laugh, love, and be happy. I want a family. I want a man who treats me like a queen, protects me like a warrior, and guards my heart with every inch of his integrity. That’s not something I can get from a boy my age.” She lifted her hands in gesture. “We’ve spoken about this.”
Parker sighed. “All I wanted were some fucking waffles this morning. A regular day with my wife and kid, and some school shopping. Instead I’m eating waffles with a blindside of love from two people I expect it from the least.”
“You’ve known me how long? Fifteen years. In the time you’ve known me, have you ever had to deal with any scandals involving tons of women?”
Parker shook his head.
“Exactly. That should tell you how I am. I don’t play with my body or my heart. I don’t play with the hearts and minds of other people – and I most especially wouldn’t play with Ginger’s. She’s become the most important woman in my life aside of my mother.”
“And I’ll have you know this wasn’t all his idea.” Ginger added. “He actually refused this because he didn’t want to upset you or Mom. He respects the friendship you have with him.”
She moved to my side, grabbing my hand. “Parker, I know I’m young. But I work at Hooters. And I go to UCLA. I see all kinds of men, my age and older, every day. I have seen how unfocused boys my age are. They’re simple, they’re horny, and they only think about getting their next lay.
“And most older guys?” She continued. “They’re old, horny, and unhappy at home. Their tan lines are obvious when they lie in my face.”
“My biggest problem is connecting to someone who understands me. Zane not only helped me work for the funds needed for a new car – but have you seen my new car? It’s in the driveway. Zane purchased it for me, in addition to paying me.”
He dusted past us to the front door. We heard him yelp in shock from the driveway. “What the hell?!”
Ginger couldn’t suppress her amusement as Parker walked around the vehicle, taking it in from every angle. The shimmering red paint made it glisten. The world’s finest ruby couldn’t hold a candle to its effervescence.
“Shit. This car is fucking nice.” Parker couldn’t deny its gorgeousness. Ginger wiggled her car keys. “Want to go for a test drive?”
Parker looked as if he were really considering it, and Ginger took the opportunity to state her case.
“Parker, please listen. I know this sudden and unexpected, but if he weren’t serious about me, would he do this? We are in love. Love. And we’re both committed to this.” Her eyes became wide and watery.
Parker sighed, and shook his head. “You got me. But what about school?”
Ginger explained our plans for online classes and distance learning. “Whenever we’re not traveling, I’ll be here. It’s just one, maybe two semesters of travel, to fulfill the contract.”
I enforced, “I’m going to require mandatory study time. I’m not going to let her slip. Her focus is what’s attracted me to her. She knows what she wants to do, and I refuse to get in the way of that.”
“Babies? Marriage?” Parker questioned.
“I’m willing to wait,” I said.
“I don’t want to wait three years to get married!” Ginger gasped.
“Honey, I don’t do long engagements. Whenever we get engaged, it’s because I’m ready to change your name. The babies can wait.”
“What’s this I hear about babies? Ginger are you pregnant?” Ginger’s mom appeared in the door way. She was wearing a robe, slippers, and an expression of concern. Her microbraids were in a messy bun on top of her head, much like Ginger’s. She was beautiful, like her daughter, except with rich brown skin instead of Ginger’s dusky mocha tone.
She got it from her momma. Honestly.
“No…” Ginger looked at her mother. “Why are you up?”
“I heard your father yell, and then I come downstairs to see several plates of food and the door wide open. I got curious.” She nodded towards the Mustang. “Whose car is this?”
“It’s mine,” Ginger squealed, jiggling the keys. “Zane purchased it.”
“Pause.” Ginger’s mom stepped outside, and stopped a few feet in front of us. “You purchased this car?”
“Yes.” I looked her in the eyes and explained to her, what I explained to Parker. I recanted my feelings for Ginger, my respect for her as a young woman with a bright future I wanted to support, my desire to see her graduate, and my humble request for the approval of our relationship, and for her to accompany me as the love interest of the travel sponsorship being worked out.
“Who’s going to make sure she’s properly compensated? Given time to focus on her studies? Is it too late before the semester to make these changes?”
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GiGi
Mom’s questions came so rapidly. I couldn’t even process them fast enough.
Luckily, Parker stepped in. “I can represent her. She’s my stepdaughter. She can be my client.” He spoke of how he could tailor the deal. There was even discussion of getting some buy-in at the corporate marketing level of UCLA to promote their online learning program.
“I’m completely okay with that too.” I added, “Zane is going to require three hours of study per day, as well as frequent contact with my professors.
“Well, your aunt is a dean at UCLA,” Mom said. “So you’re going to stay on top of your grades no matter what, young lady. As for you, young man” – she used a mildly stern tone – “What are your intentions with my daughter?”
“My intentions, ma’am” – Zane played along – “are to make sure she travels the world safely while she earns credits toward her degree. To make sure she is well cared for throughout her days, and to provide, protect, support, and love her as a real man should. I have never met a woman as incredible, beautiful, and humble as Ginger.”
He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “And when the time is right, I want to make her my wife.”
Mom looked at me. She shifted from one foot to other, jutting out her hip. “Zane is a very serious man, Ginger. He’s not like those boys you meet at UCLA or those men you tease at Hooters. He’s also a family friend. He’s like a brother. Are you truly serious for that level of commitment in your life?”
“I couldn’t ask for anything better, mom.” I squeezed his hand, looked at him, and looked at the both of my parents, who mirrored each other perfectly. “I just want what you guys have: a loving, successfu
l partnership. True love and true family with someone who completely understands and supports me.”
“Minus the waffles,” Parker interjected. “God knows Zane can’t cook for shit.”
We laughed, breaking the last of the tension in the moment. Parker’s humor indicated that he’d been won over. The fate of our relationship landed in mom’s hands.
“Well, honey,” Mom said. “I support you with whatever it is you’re going to do. But here are my conditions: you must maintain a 3.7 or higher grade point average, you must study at least two hours per day, you must be in contact with your dean to keep up with your coursework.”
“Yes mom, anything.”
“Hold up – I’m not finished yet.” She turned to Zane. “And you sir? I know you’re ready for a wife and kids. I request that if you propose, you warn us first, and should you guys decide to head down the aisle, no children until you’ve at least graduated with your bachelor’s degree.”
I jumped into my mother’s arms. “Thank you, Mommy! Thank you for understanding! I love you so much.” I jumped into Parker’s too. “Thanks Parker!!”
Parker held out his hand to Zane, who accepted it. “Welcome to the family, man. But if you hurt my stepdaughter, I’ll use my shotgun on you too.”
Zane laughed. “Understood, sir.” My heart melted as they hugged it out.
I turned to go back inside and finish my waffles when Parker interrupted me.
“Aye,” he said, holding out his palm. “The keys.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes as I tossed him my car keys. He and Zane were going for a joyride. Parker loved muscle cars, especially Mustangs. They were like toys to him.
I imagined on their little trip around the neighborhood, he and Zane would discuss the specifics of the car, and the trip around the world I was getting ready to take.
I, on the other hand, would be getting ready to pack every one of my bikinis after demolishing the rest of those waffles and listening to the rest of Mom’s lectures about priorities and dating.
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GiGi
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.”
The bay windows of the lush tropical resort in Bali were open, allowing a cool sea breeze to sweep throughout the room. The bright blue water and skies were an appealing backdrop for our love scene.
Zane wrapped his muscled arms around my legs and latched his tongue against my pussy lips. My head fell back and I moaned in sweet release.
This encounter was a perfect example to demonstrate just how easily I lost control of myself around Zane. He never needed to do anything special; he was just himself, naturally. It drove me wild and made me weak for him.
As I wrapped my legs around Zane’s head, I secured his head in place with my manicured hand and rocked myself against his lips.
I loved the way he ate pussy. He didn’t lick around it haphazardly, like boys did. He tasted me like I were a ripe piece of fruit, nibbling, sucking and savoring every portion of me. His agile tongue spot cleaned and hit every area that ached for his touch, causing my toes to curl in pleasure as he made love to me.
Just a few days ago, I thought we were over.
I had started to wipe the idea of a future with this man out of my mind, determined to move on with my life responsibly instead of living with my head in the clouds.
Life had other plans. Thank God they worked in my favor.
Zane had thrown all caution to the wind. He hunted me down, apologized, and saved my life with the perfect brand new car. (I call her Cherry 2.0, by the way.)
Best of all, he’d given me his heart, the biggest opportunity of a lifetime.
Zane guarded his heart fiercely. He was a rare breed of man, willing to focus on what he wanted, and avoid the drama of lackluster relationships. All he asked in return was a true connection, and respect for his privacy. These were things I was more than happy to provide.
The world didn’t need to know everything about us. We only desired that those who loved us most would respect and approve our relationship.
… Fortunately, they did.
Parker was shocked to discover I was the woman Zane nearly blew up his deal for. He didn’t expect to learn we’d had such great chemistry that it would turn into love. However, the respect Zane showed for me in the face of great temptation was enough to win him over.
Mom made me even more nervous. She didn’t want me to end up pregnant, used up, or left behind because I’d given my best years to someone who wasn’t ready - or willing - to take me seriously. But she was won over by Zane’s passion. He and Parker had the company provide a sizable compensation package and perks for me as well, including a wardrobe and educational stipend.
Life had literally become a dream come true. Now, one of my biggest fantasies were about to be fulfilled.
Zane lightly slid his finger along my asshole as he got deep into the throes of passion. Feeling his thick digit running along the perimeter of my forbidden erogenous zone drove me crazy. I’d never experienced anal sensitivity before but the feeling was heavenly. Zane nearly made me pass out when he made eye contact with me and slid his tongue over my puckered asshole, tickling me into erotic ecstasy.
“Zaddy…” I moaned, remembering to call him by that name he’d come to love so much. “You’re doing it to me again.”
Reaching up to palm and squeeze one of my titties, I shivered at the nipple sensitivity. He carefully observed me as he kissed along my stomach. “You want me?”
“Mmmm.” I was totally lost in pleasure. Dissatisfied with my lack of an answer, Zane nipped my belly button, then slow danced his tongue around my clit, capturing it between his lips momentarily.
“I asked you a question.” He enforced, huskily. Kissing my clit softly, he repeated his question. “You want Zaddy?”
“Yes, Zaddy, I do,” I moaned. I used one hand to play with my breasts, fingering my nipples as I confessed. “I need you so bad right now, baby. We’ve waited long enough.”
Zane dropped his boxers, showing me his thick 8.5 inches, fully erect and ready. Slapping himself on my clit made me shudder. We’d never gone this far, and it was turning me out.
He aligned himself with my wetness and pushed himself into my tight, hot, begging pussy. I felt her inhale every inch of him, and it was a beautiful, raw discomfort to take so much of him.
“You’re mine now,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes with his intense gaze. “You belong to Zaddy now...”
“Oooooou,” I moaned, pushing my hips to match the rhythm of his stroke.
I melted under the strength of his passionate words and penetration. He raised my ankles up and kissed both of them as he pumped his thick cock in between my tight, slick, pink walls. They still felt a little snug from the orgasms I had earlier, but the feeling was delicious.
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Zane
I took delight in witnessing Ginger’s sexual ascension. The way she writhed and wriggled in response to my rhythmic strokes turned me on so much.
No woman lost her cool this easily under my thumb. GiGi’s unabashed passion for my touch was equally intoxicating. Good pussy was awesome. But hot, tight, good pussy that went crazy for your touch? Pussy attached to a woman who really loved you?
That was a force to be reckoned with.
I closed his eyes, biting my lip to keep from allowing tears to form. I wasn’t a punk by any means, but I was emotionally drunk from the energy and passion. I couldn’t help but realize I was the luckiest man on Earth.
Ginger provided more love, more desire, and more pleasure than any woman ever had. Part of his soul cried from the fucked up realization of this; the other part rejoiced with tears of joy that GiGi’s pussy was there to satisfy the deepest parts of him and give affirmation that no other woman would ever be able to.
“Looord, Zaddy, you feel so fucking good,” GiGi cried, forcing my heart to explode and send waves of emotional pleasure through my system.
To think she was under my nose this whole time. My wo
man. My heartbeat. My perfect fucking match.
GiGi’s leg twitched a mile a minute, signaling sensory overload in her body. I’d made her cum again. She wouldn’t be able to move her legs when I was done with her.
I shifted my angle inside of her slightly, and pummeled himself into her until she came once again, this time shocking her. She didn’t know she could ever cum that much.
I was a musician and her body was my instrument. Moaning in pleasure-filled delirium as she squirted all over the sheets, Ginger declared me the King of the Universe.
She had no clue. This was only the beginning of my love.
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GiGi
Zane made me cum for what felt like the thousandth time. Once I could barely speak coherently, he made it a point to take control and conquer my passion.
“Baby, I’m just getting started.”
He turned me over, gently laying me on my stomach. I gently pleaded that my legs felt like jelly, even though I complied and propped my lower body with one of the lush throw pillows in the from.
Once I was fully positioned, he spread my firm peach-shaped cheeks, and slowly pressed his cock back into my swollen pussy. He paused and said, “Look at us in the mirror. I want to see you watch how beautiful you look when you’re taking every inch of me.”
I had to admit, I looked amazing. Sex in the tropics did me good. My eyes were low and slanted, as if I’d smoked pot. My hair was wild and messy like the sheets on our bed.
Zane looked like a god making love to my body. His chiseled abs flexed with every thrust, and his arms looked like they’d been sculpted by Donatello. We were a match made in Heaven, and we looked like one too.
My body surrendered to Zane even further. I sighed deep and contentedly at the feeling, and didn’t protest. Zane worked his way into me slowly, teasing the both of us with the friction evident of the good, solid fucking he’d been giving me all day.