by C. M. Steele
After leaving the stellar but pointless kitchen, I move down the hall. There’s an open office, but I’m not trying to piss him off yet. I’ll wait until our deal’s cemented before I get on his bad side. I’ve been known to have a bad attitude from time to time, but it seems with him I’m practically sweet. Maybe it’s the possibility of a million dollars or Grant’s sexy face and body that have me so compliant. Wonder how long that will last?
Chapter 3
Grant
I leave the condo with the intent of going back into my office, but I sit in my SUV, thinking about the woman in my home. My dick is stiffer than it’s ever been so much so that I’m so close to nutting without even touching the greedy bastard. Being around her has me so hard up I can barely breathe. I have to keep some distance. This is about a contract or so I want her to believe, which means it has to be business as usual.
I pull out of my spot and drive off in a hurry to the office. The second I arrive, my assistant, Steven, is waiting with his tablet. “Your schedule’s pretty light.”
“Well fill it up. I want to clear up my schedule for later this week.”
“You know you’re due in California for a meeting on Friday.”
“Fuck. I forgot about that. Still, I need the time cleared. I’m taking my jet, so I can leave when I choose.”
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” he asks, following me into my office.
“Never better.” I whip off my suit jacket and slide it onto the back of my chair and then take a seat. “So let’s crush everything on my plate.”
“Well, you can push up a few projects, but the rest I’ll have to make some calls.”
We team up to work on everything in my calendar to knock it out. After closing up my laptop, I check the time; it’s already six thirty.
“Shit. I’m late. I’ve got to get going.” I sent my woman a text. Doll, running late. On my way now.
We turn everything off and lock up my office, leaving my garbage can outside my door for the cleaning crew. My nervous excitement seems to be getting the better of me. I check my phone, but Gwendolyn hasn’t responded. “Do you have a hot date tonight or something?”
“Definitely something like that. Excuse me. Email me if there’s a major problem. Everything else can wait.”
The drive home takes forever, still I pull into my parking spot and dash to my private elevator. The second I open the door, I smell the delicious Chinese food I ordered from my usual place, but I don’t want a bite of it. What I want is my Doll wrapped around me, taking me deep.
“Doll, where are you?” I shout, walking through the condo, setting my keys on the breakfast nook counter, and then tossing my suit jacket on the chair. She doesn’t answer, but I hear the shower, and I make my way through our bedroom.
When I open my bedroom door, the sound gets louder. “Fuck yes,” I growl, tugging off my tie. I kick off my shoes, bending down to pull my socks off and then unbutton my shirt, letting it fall off my shoulders in a hurry.
I push open the door, causing her to jump back, nearly falling in the shower, but her body hits the wall. “Sorry, Doll.”
She covers her chest and her pussy with her hands. I shake my head. “Don’t hide your sexy body from me. I’m going to be staring at it all the time.” I dropped my pants, shucking my boxers with them. My dick bobs, slapping my stomach which catches her eyes. Her lips part and then her little pink tongue pops out.
“Damn, my cock aches to have your lips wrapped around it, but if you do that I’ll nut in your mouth when I need to fill your womb.” Her cheeks turn pink, making me harder by the second. I step into the shower, crowding her space, water sliding down my back. Cupping the small of her back, I thrust my hand into her hair, holding it tightly as she closes her eyes. I drop my mouth down on hers, kissing her hard and she opens her mouth for me, letting me, giving me what I want.
I pull back to see her eyes fluttering open and her lips parted. Fuck, she submits so willingly. Perfect.
“Grant,” she moans, gripping my bicep to steady herself. I have her though. I’d never let her fall.
“Relax, doll. I’ve got you.” Gwendolyn tilts her head, giving me a wide berth to taste her skin. My tongue runs the base of her neck up to her ear.
“Doll, are you ready for me?” I ask, sliding my hand down to her mound. She doesn’t answer with her words. I nudge her thighs apart with my knee. “Let me see for myself.”
She doesn’t stop me, instead she presses her head on my chest. “Damn, Doll, your pussy is so tight and wet.” A mewl escapes her throat as the tip of my finger rubs against her clit. I increase the pressure on her heat, running my finger up and down her seam before slowly sliding it inside her hot womb. Her walls grip me so tightly that I know I’ve got my work cut out for me.
“Grant,” she calls out again. This time there’s a plea hidden in her shaking voice.
“What do you need, doll? Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes. Please. I…”
“I’m gonna give it to you.” I slam her back to the wall and drop to my knees. Tossing her legs over my shoulders I thrust my tongue into her pussy. The shock sends her hips forward, but my hands on her ass hold her in place.
“Mine.” I pump my finger while I tongue her slit, tasting her sweet, tangy juices, and knowing immediately that I’m hooked. Addicted. Obsessed.
“You taste so damn good, Doll.”
“Oh Grannnttt,” she stutters out, coming on my face. I continue dipping my fingers into her pussy, stretching it for me. “Shit,” she sighed, her head tilted up against the wall with her hands in my hair. She looks so fucking sexy coming undone for me.
My onslaught didn’t waiver as I set her on her feet and rise up to suck on her tight, dark peaks. “You’re going to feed my baby with these, aren’t you?” I suck harder, causing her to arch her back and cling to me.
“Time to get started,” I growl, turning off the shower head, snatching some towels off the rack, and carrying her into our bedroom. I set her down and dry her off, so the only thing soaking fucking wet is her pussy. I toss the towels on the floor because I don’t give a shit about the mess we make. It can be cleaned tomorrow, but for now, I need to be inside of her.
Our wet bodies grind against each other as I kiss her. My hand holds her hip while I roll my cock along her pussy wanting her to feel what she’s doing to me. The head slides between her folds as I rock my pelvis. “Damn, I need to be in you so badly.” My confession is desperate, hungry. Leaning back with one hand on the mattress, I use the other to press the tip into her slit and then slowly jerk in and out, doing my best not to nut. My body’s burning with the need to fill her up, but she’s so tiny that I’m afraid to hurt her.
“Kiss me, Grant,” she softly begs and that’s all the urging I need. Bending down I crush her mouth with mine and plunge forward, sending my cock deep inside her womb, tearing away at her innocence and coming hard on the spot. There’s no way for me to stave off that first load. She’s too warm, tight, and all mine to even attempt to resist.
A slight whimper comes from her while tears fall from her eyes. I pull back to get a better look at her and it breaks my fucking heart. “I’m sorry, Doll. It’ll get better. I promise. Then I’m going to make you come on my cock before I give you another load of me.” She nods, and her pussy flexes around my shaft.
“Do you need more, Doll? Are you ready to come on my cock? Your little womb gonna give me what we both need?”
“Yes,” she cries, sliding her hands into my hair, and dragging me down for another kiss. I’m addicted to her kisses. I’m addicted to everything Gwendolyn.
I’m still hard as fuck and nowhere near done. I’ve waited forever for this moment. I’m not going to let it end so quickly. Slowly, I drag my length out and then push back in. Doll’s gasps go from painful to passionate. “That’s my woman. Give it to me.” I dip my head and take her breast into my mouth, laving her smooth flesh before plucking at her nipple with my
teeth.
Cupping her ass cheeks, I lift her hips off the bed and double down on my pace, destroying her pussy as I lose control. “You’re going to make me a daddy, right?”
She nods, her nails digging into my biceps, clinging to me as her walls do the same to my cock. Suddenly she chants my name, crying out her orgasm and taking my seed with her. I roar out my release and then swiftly roll to the side, taking her with me.
“Wow. Fucking incredible.” I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her lips. She blushes and then tucks herself into me with a sigh. “Rest.”
I slide out from under her and head into the bathroom. My cock is still stiffer than a board and covered in our sticky mess. The tinge of pink on me only hardens me more. I wet a washcloth and take it to her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, nervously watching me part her legs.
“I’m trying to take care of your sore little pussy.”
As soon as I’m done she whispers, “Thank you.”
Shaking my head I stand up and toss the washcloth with our towels. “Don’t thank me, Doll. I was a total beast to you and tore up your innocence like a man on a mission.”
Climbing back into bed beside her, I pull her back into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest and her sexy naked body cling to my side. “You are a man on a mission. A two yearlong one,” she says, setting my teeth on edge. She yawns sleepily and I steal a small kiss to her temple.
“We’ll see,” I whisper, cradling her close to me even though I can’t fall asleep.
Suddenly my stomach rumbles and I remember the dinner. Shit. Getting up as gingerly as possible so I don’t wake her, I slip on some pajama pants and head into the kitchen. The boxes are mostly full as I dig for my favorite. Grabbing the Kung Pao beef, I find it’s my woman’s favorite as well. Next time I know what to get us.
I hop onto the counter and reach over to pull a fork out of the drawer, then dig into the container. Damn, it’s so good. I’d been so fucked up over my Doll, I forgot to eat dinner. Her phone went off, but it wasn’t the one I bought her. It’s her old one.
It’s a string of messages from her mother. Ricky’s coming to New York in a week to surprise you. I wanted to keep it a secret, but I want to be sure you’re around for your fiancé.
I slammed down the damn thing, cracking the fucker. Gwendolyn has a fiancé. Does he know about her plans? They may be engaged, but I took her virginity. She’s mine. I’ll bury that fuck. I’m too damn pissed off to think and sure as hell lost my appetite.
Pressing my hands to the counter, I stare down at it as if it has the answers. Instead, I clean up the kitchen while thinking about what I’m going to do next. I’m not losing Gwendolyn, so she’s going to end it with that fuckhead and then I’m going to make sure she doesn’t have a chance to fall for him.
Chapter 4
Gwendolyn
I wake up, needing to pee. I look outside and see the sun’s starting to rise even though it’s pretty dark out. Sliding out from under his arm, I stare for just a moment. He’s so hot even in his sleep, but there’s something fragile hidden there that makes me curious. Is he tired of all work and no life? He has a sister, but that’s all I saw and he sure as hell didn’t add any more details to the conversation.
He probably has to go to work soon. Men like him, making millions work super long hours. Maybe if I hurry, I can go to the store and make him breakfast.
After a quick five minute shower, I dress and brush my hair. Heading into the kitchen to find my purse, I spot my phone. Shit, I left my old phone out. I pick it up and it’s cracked, so I toss it in the trash. I have the one Grant gave me, so I don’t need the other one. I check the battery on my awesome phone and it’s almost full, so head out. I take his special elevator key and leave the condo.
When I get to the lobby, I ask the doorman, “Do you know if the grocery store is open?”
“Yes, I’ll get you there, ma’am.” We step outside where three cabs are waiting. He opens the door, helps me in, and then tells the driver to take me and wait until I’m done to bring me back.
“It’s Gwen.” He smiles genuinely at me and then closes the door.
“Thank you, Juan,” I call out before the driver takes me to the store. It takes only an hour to get the groceries and get back, but the second the elevator door opens Grant’s pacing by the front door.
“Doll,” he says his nickname for me with a sigh of relief. He stands there and stares until he sees the bags in my hands.
“They let you carry them yourself?” he asks as he takes them from me. He’s pissed about someone not carrying my bags up. Seriously?
“I told them I had it. It’s not a big deal. I just thought I’d make you breakfast before you went to work,” I offer to try to soothe the caged tiger.
“Breakfast?” He seems bothered that I want to cook for him, so I play it off like it’s nothing.
I walk ahead of him and into the kitchen. “Yes. I mean. I know this isn’t a real relationship, but if I’m going to live here I might as well cook from time to time especially since I’m hungry. As you’ve reminded me. I need to eat regularly for the baby. You do have pots and pans, right?” I spin to face him as I finish and can see that he looks even more put out than before. What does he expect me to do? Starve?
“Somewhere in here,” he says with a shrug.
“You don’t cook at all?” I question. Everything’s absolutely stunning in here and yet, it’s just for show.
“Not really. Leftovers and takeout are pretty much my existence.” He starts taking out the items from the bag.
“You don’t have to help. I can do this. Don’t you have to get ready for work?” I take the eggs from him and put them in the fridge.
“I’m going in late,” he growls out, getting more irritated by the second.
“Oh.” I’m caught off guard by the look in his eyes. Does he think I’m trying to get rid of him?
“Why? Did you have something you wanted to do while I was gone?”
“Um…No, but yesterday you said you were too busy for a wife hence the reason you were at the clinic.”
“I took the morning off to spend every minute inside you.” Even as he says that he sounds like he doesn’t want to be here with me. Maybe he feels like he needs to get this over with. Still, I can’t help poking the bear.
“Oh, well let me make some breakfast, so you can keep your strength up.” I toss him a smile, hoping to get him to lighten up. I know he wants a baby, not domestic bliss, but I need to be eating to take care of myself and the baby like he told me.
“Trust me, I have enough strength right now.” Did I mistake his lust for anger?
“Right now?” I ask as he crowds my space. His eyes focus on my lips and now I realize that he’s horny as hell right now. He couldn’t care less about the food. I’m on the menu.
“Are you sore, Doll?” I shake my head, but he doesn’t believe me. He raises that brow that turns me to mush.
“Only a little.” I bite my tongue to avoid the moan that wants to escape my lips.
He spins me around my hands pressing onto the counter. With his body right behind me, he slides his hand down over my stomach, pulling my back to his front, letting me feel every single inch of his hard cock. His fingers dip under my shorts and through my curls, rubbing my slit.
“Fuck, Doll, you’re soaked.”
“Is that bad?” I whimper, knowing damn well it’s what we both want and need.
“No, it’s just what I need.” He strips my shorts down, with his lips on my neck he lifts one of my legs and thrusts into my heat from behind. I cry out from the fullness. My emotions come over me and I fall into rhythm with him. He continues to fuck me hard, getting out whatever is eating him. “Mine. This pussy is mine.” Oh my God. My pussy agrees, squeezing around his length.
His hand goes around my throat, holding me firmly but not hard. The other teases my clit. “I want you to come on my cock, Doll. Let me feel you cream before I
give you another load to remind you who this pussy belongs to.” The filthy words out of his mouth send me over the edge, but then I remember it’s temporary and my orgasm wanes. All temporary. His for now.
“I said you’re mine, Doll. There’s no for now bullshit.” He grunts and comes deep inside me. Grant leans over my back, pressing my body onto the counter and he whispers something I can’t hear through the pounding of my heart.
He pulls out of me then slides my shorts back up. “You showered.”
“Well I didn’t think I should leave the house smelling like sex.” I inform him, moving away to get ready to make breakfast.
“Why the fuck not? Then bastards know you’re not available.” Wow. If I didn’t know better I’d say he’s jealous.
“Excuse me. I need to cook.” I ignore his temper and move around the room.
This isn’t the same man I met yesterday. Although people usually don’t show their true colors when you first meet them. I don’t think he’d hurt me, but he’s definitely not a morning person.
He steps away from the counter, tucking himself in. Damn that dick. How can I be so hooked on that man? He’s right about the hard way. My emotions are involved, and it seems so are his, but not in a good way. Our eyes meet and I hold back my urge to cry. This isn’t the way to make a baby. It should be about love. Suddenly, I’m having second thoughts.
That’s when I see a look of contrition on his face before he leaves the kitchen. Does he feel shitty about being a bossy dick? Maybe he’s not used to living with someone. I’m so confused. One second he’s sweet and kind then he’s pissed off and demanding. Either way, I’m only here for one thing. We don’t need to grow closer.
Ignoring the pain in my chest, I fix breakfast. He’s in his home office. I knock on the door and he opens it with a shake of his head.
“I’m too busy to eat. I’m leaving for the office.”
Asshole. Grant grabs his leather briefcase and leaves.