by Parker, Ali
“Spread your legs. I want to see that sweet pussy,” he growled.
I hesitated before opening them a little wider than they had been before. He nodded. “Good.”
Then, he dropped beside me, his head propped up on one elbow as he leisurely dragged a hand over my inner thigh, pushing my legs open a little wider before his knuckles brushed over my sensitive core.
“You’re wet,” he stated.
I nodded, his fingertips were parting my folds, making it impossible for me to talk.
“Do you want me?” he asked as one long, thick finger slid into my body.
I arched, my hands clenching the black comforter beneath me.
“Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you with my finger or my cock?” he asked in a lazy voice.
I moaned as the finger working inside me slid out, slick with my own juices and slid over my clit, nearly tearing a scream from my throat. He flicked my clit, gently rubbing and teasing before pushing his index finger back inside.
“Finger it is—this time,” he said, his mouth dropping to mine, his tongue sliding between my lips as his finger dipped in and out of my body, making me jittery.
I could feel an orgasm stirring and fought like hell to hold it back. I didn’t want to come yet. He’d know how hot he had made me.
I groaned as he pushed inside deeper, his knuckles pressing against me. I couldn’t fight it. My back arched, and my legs snapped together, locking his finger inside me as my body burst into convulsions.
“Oh, baby, if you came that hard with my finger, I’m going to have you screaming in pleasure when I slide my cock inside you.”
His words triggered another violent response as his mouth swallowed my panting and incoherent ramblings. His body moved over me, one hand quickly unfastening my bra and tossing it out of the way. He pulled his mouth away from mine, dropping it against my breast and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I could feel his dick wedged between my legs. I was going to need to open wider to let him in. I wiggled my leg out, bending it a little. His hand reached down and wrapped around my thigh, yanking my leg up, opening me wider for his invasion.
I felt the head of his cock probing my center and involuntarily held my breath as I readied myself for his invasion.
“Relax,” he ordered, looking me in the eyes.
He pushed against me, stretching me as his body invaded mine a little at a time. I moaned as he slid in deeper. I could already feel my body reacting to his girth. Little shivers of excitement were zinging through my body.
“Oh no,” I groaned when I felt the next orgasm coming on fast.
“Let it go,” he demanded.
I shook my head against the bed. I couldn’t. How embarrassing was it to come with him simply putting his dick inside me? I felt him going deeper and gasped as the sensations of pure ecstasy spiraled over my body.
“Oh God,” I cried out.
I felt his heavy balls push against me and knew he was in to the hilt. My body had taken him all the way in. The thought of that huge cock inside me was the last straw. I felt my pussy clamp down on his dick, as the first shudders of an orgasm rocked through my body.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he cried out, bracing his weight on his arms over me.
I looked up at him, completely helpless to stop my body from shaking, my back arching as the feeling of him lodged inside me took me to new heights. I was mortified as he stood stock-still, letting my body grip his cock with every muscle I had.
My mouth fell agape as I gasped for air once I was finally able to breathe again. My eyes opened to find him staring at me.
“Ready?” he murmured.
I shook my head. He grinned. “You’re definitely ready.”
He rocked against me, pulling out and slowly pushing back inside, pulling a long moan as his dick moved over uber-sensitive nerve endings.
“Roll. I want to take you from behind,” he said jumping off the bed, his dick pulling out of me, leaving me gasping for air like a fish out of water.
His hands were on me, pulling me off the bed and spinning me around. I nearly collapsed face-first on the bed, catching myself with my hands, my feet on the ground, and my ass up, his hands already massaging and spreading the cheeks. Before I could prepare myself, his body was already sliding into mine. The new position had him scraping over previously untouched flesh, setting off a firestorm inside my body.
“Fuck me, you’re wet,” he groaned.
He moved in and out of my body, slowly at first before he started pounding into me in earnest. I screamed as the pleasure became too much. I had no idea how to control my own response.
“Fuck!” he cried out, slamming deep inside me.
The orgasm rocketed into me, taking me by surprise as my body stiffened and arched, his hands on my hips as he came inside me, shouting colorful obscenities that were hot and nasty and making me come harder.
He pulled out and sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat beside him, my eyes staring straight ahead. From the corner of my eye, I saw him turn to look at me, wearing a cheesy grin on his face.
“That’s only a small sample of what it would be like to be married to me. Every night, I will make you come. You’ll scream, whimper, and cry out as I take your body to new heights. What do you say?”
I looked at him, both of us sitting nude, our bodies covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. I was soaked between my legs, which were still shaking, and my pussy was tingling with aftershocks. How could I say no.
“You’ve been very persuasive,” I said with a small smile.
“Are you saying you might need a little more persuading?” he said in a husky voice.
His words sent an electric shock right between my legs, igniting a new fire. I felt like we had barely scratched the surface. “I might.”
“Say yes and I’ll give you more of what you just got.”
“Yes,” I said, staring directly at him. I watched his nostrils flare with desire and knew I had stepped into something big.
“Yes?”
I nodded. “I’m CEO of my company.”
I didn’t get a chance to gloat long, his mouth was on mine and all thoughts of being CEO were quickly replaced with other ideas.
Chapter 13
Grayson
I felt a little ridiculous to be excited. I wasn’t a teen seeing the girl, who I had slept with on the weekend, for the first time. Hannah was supposed to be my wife. I had better get used to seeing her in the broad light of day. I hadn’t seen her since she left in the middle of the night after a very ambitious round of sex had left me panting and gasping. I had spoken with her briefly yesterday, just long enough to set up our meeting for the day.
As I strolled down the hallway to her office, I was looking forward to seeing her. I had her right where I wanted her and knew my presence would make her anxious. I wanted her to remember me naked and her panting and begging for more. It would throw her off and make her a lot more manageable.
“Good morning, Mr. Bancroft. Everyone’s in the conference room,” the secretary said, pointing across the hall.
“Thank you,” I said with my charming smile and headed for the door.
When I walked in, although I had already been told everyone was waiting, I was still a little surprised to see both lawyers and Hannah already there. She stood to greet me with a friendly smile. I walked to her and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She didn’t flinch at all, which surprised me a little. I noticed the slight blush she was trying to hide. She could pretend all she wanted, but I had an effect on her. How could she not think back to the amazing night of sex we had shared.
“Have a seat.” She gestured to an empty chair. I noticed she kept her seat at the head of the table.
“I’ve reviewed the paperwork and it is ready for you to sign,” my attorney said, sliding a contract in front of me.
“Really?” I asked, surprised that everything seemed to be locked down.
“I’ve already agreed to t
he terms and am prepared to sign. I’ve had my attorney add in the one part we agreed to at our last meeting together,” she said, looking at me with heat in her eyes.
I nodded my head. “All the terms have been agreed upon?”
“Yes,” she said with a confident smile.
We were having a conversation between the two of us with the lawyers having no real idea what was happening. I loved having a secret with her. It heightened the excitement of what we were about to do.
“Has it been outlined in the contract?” I asked her.
Her eyes darted to the two lawyers. “I’ve had the pertinent details added.”
I nodded, trusting her to have kept my secret. “Great.”
“We’re only waiting on you. Is there anything you’d like to change?” she asked in a sweet voice.
My eyes went to the contract. It looked like the one I had presented, but it seemed too easy. She had put up a fight and now she was ready to accept. Had I been that good in bed, I mused to myself.
“I’d like a minute to review, if you don’t mind?” I asked in a smooth voice.
She smiled. “Of course, by all means.”
The room was completely silent as my eyes skimmed the paperwork. It was all as I had offered. Had I really fucked her into submission that easily? I noticed the clause outlining she would stay on as CEO had been added and the part about her stepping down omitted. There was nothing about a fake marriage, which I had almost expected to see. A devious person would have had me signing something that could incriminate me and cost me everything. I didn’t see anything in the paperwork that was out of place.
I grabbed the pen out of my pocket and signed the paper. “Your turn.”
She took the paperwork and signed her name. I sat a little stunned by how easy it all had been. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to burst through the door shouting they got me. I looked back at her and saw her smiling with satisfaction. She was truly that desperate to keep her CEO position?
“I believe we have a deal,” Edmund announced.
Hannah smiled. “I guess we do. It’s been great doing business with you all. I look forward to a successful venture.”
I nodded. “I do as well.”
“I meet with my investors on Friday. I would appreciate you being present for that meeting. They’ll want to meet the new owner of the company and will likely have some questions and concerns they’d like to address with you,” she said smoothly.
I nodded. “I’ll clear my schedule.”
“Great! Well, I think we’re done here!” she said with a cheery smile.
I reached out and put my hand on hers. “I’d like a minute of your time to go over some minor details if you don’t mind.”
She looked at me and nodded. “Sure. Thank you all for coming and I trust you guys will take care of all the filings and legal stuff?” she said, looking at the lawyers and effectively dismissing them.
Both lawyers nodded and left the conference room, closing the door behind them. I waited a few seconds to make sure one of them didn’t come back in for one reason or another.
“Thank you for making that so easy,” I told her.
“I’m the CEO of my company. It’s all I wanted.”
I nodded. “Then I can announce our engagement?”
She gulped, and I could see her suddenly very nervous. I was not about to let her back out. I would hold her feet to the fire. I had given her the job and now she owed me. I hadn’t been able to slip that into the contract, but I was not about to let her back out on her word.
“Grayson,” she started.
I shook my head. “Don’t even think about it.”
She let out a long sigh. “Fine.”
I smiled. “Trust me, it’s only for the legality of it all. I need my inheritance. You need your job. You understood the terms of the deal when you went into it. I’m not trying to pull one over on you.”
She nodded. “I did. I think it’s ridiculous and completely scandalous, but what can one expect from a man like you.”
I smirked, her veiled insult didn’t bother me a bit. “We don’t necessarily need to be together. If it is a hardship for you to be in the same room as I am, we can keep our distance. I only need your name on paper and for an occasional gathering to prove our engagement. And then there is that other thing.”
Her jaw clenched, and she glared at me. “We still need to iron out the details of that little part of the agreement.”
I had offered to stay apart, but looking at her, I didn’t want that to be the case at all. I genuinely enjoyed spending time with her, even if we were usually sparring over one thing or another. It was exciting and made me feel alive. Maybe it was the newness of the relationship, if one could even call it a relationship. She was a smart woman. Witty, funny, and hot as hell.
“We will, but I assure you, it needs to happen. In the meantime, we could practice for the main event,” I offered.
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “I don’t think practice is an issue.”
I smiled. “I would love to give you another taste of what we had the other night. I think you can be persuaded. You’ve only seen a tiny fraction of the many ways I can pleasure your body.”
Her mouthed formed that pretty little O again and I was half tempted to lean over and kiss her.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she snapped.
I chuckled low in my throat. “I think it is necessary. I think your body craves mine. You’re the only woman I know who can come just by my dick resting inside of her. It’s because I excite you. I bet even now you are wet. If I were to slide my hand up your thigh, slip my fingers under the thong you are wearing, I’d bet I’d find you a hot pool of lust. Should I check?”
She was truly panting and squirming in her seat. “You can’t talk like that in here!”
I smiled. “I can talk like that anywhere and I can make you come just by talking like that. Want to test my theory?”
She shook her head but didn’t get up to leave the room.
“Hannah, I want to taste you. I want my tongue sliding over your clit, sucking it between my teeth as I push my finger inside you. I didn’t have the chance to do that the other night. Do you like to be feasted on?”
Her mouth was closed tight, her eyes drifting closed as I spoke.
“Maybe I could push in two fingers, and then three. We know how much you like to be stretched and filled. Look at this table, Hannah,” I demanded.
Her eyes opened, and she stared at the long, smooth-surfaced oblong table. “What about it?” she breathed.
“I want to fuck you on this table. I want your ankles on my shoulders as I seat myself inside you. I won’t move, I’ll let your pussy do all the work, squeezing my dick, milking me with those little muscles. Remember how it felt the other night?”
I looked down to see her hands pressed against the table, the fingertips white with the pressure she was applying. I smiled, pushing on. This was a new one for me. I was going to make her come right there at the head of the table.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing over her ears. “Are you wet? Can you feel me sliding in? Deep, deeper and then pushed so deep inside you our bodies become one. Your pussy is contracting around me, I can feel it. Can you feel it?”
I heard a soft moan escape her lips.
“More,” I whispered, my lips dangerously close to her flesh, but not touching.
Her head dropped back. “Deeper, I want to fuck you hard and fast. Can you feel me inside you? Feel it, Hannah! Feel me!” I growled.
Her head dropped forward and I saw her shudder, heard the low, groan as the orgasm rolled over her. She didn’t move for several seconds. Finally, she looked up at me, lust in her eyes.
I smiled. She looked embarrassed and pissed at the same time. I got up and walked out of the conference room, leaving her to stew in her own juices. I had to walk away. If I would have stayed another second I would have had her spread-eagle on that
conference table, burying myself inside her.
Things were definitely looking up for me. I was engaged to a woman I wanted to be with over and over. That was new. I couldn’t wait to do all the naughty things I had been fantasizing about for the last two days. She was a little stiff and straitlaced, but I was going to show her how much fun it could be take a walk on the wild side. By the time I was done with her, she’d never want to leave me.
Chapter 14
Hannah
I walked the hall of my corporate offices. It was one last hurrah. Next week, these walls would all belong to Grayson, my dear husband to be. I almost choked at the thought. It was hard to let go of the control. I hated giving in and giving up, but I had to remind myself about twenty times a day that this was my only real choice.
I smiled and waved as I passed by my employees. No, Grayson’s employees. I was their direct boss, but ultimately, it was the man I was engaged to—on paper anyway. I’d read the email earlier that outline the various changes that would be happening soon. While the bulk of things would be unchanged, the little things, like the name that would be signed on the bottom of the checks would be his, not mine.
I wasn’t as nervous as I expected to be. Grayson had arrived earlier, looking debonair and devastatingly handsome as usual, strolling down the hall like he owned the place. Wait, he did own the place. I laughed, thinking about how crazy it was to no longer be the person in charge of the decisions. I had to report to Grayson. It was a little insulting, but I had no one to blame but myself. I had gotten myself into this position and the only thing to do was accept it and be grateful the company’s doors were still open.
“Hi,” I said with a smile.
“Good morning,” he said in that rich baritone that made goose bumps pop out all over my skin.
“Everybody is inside waiting.”
He nodded. “Sounds good. Let’s do this.”
He walked into the conference room, commanding the attention of my investors in the room. I could admit I was proud to be standing beside him as his kind of colleague and his fake fiancée. Okay, maybe not exactly esteemed positions, but it was still giving me a sense of pride.