Chapter 17 #2
Biting her lip, Vida does as she’s told, angling forward and trapping the pearls between her cunt and the marble counter, rubbing her slippery pussy on the smooth beads.
“Ohhhh Christ,” I groan, my testicles knotting. Hard. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Keep that up. Keep fucking your present from Daddy.”
A violent shake passes through her, and I know this is good.
This is a million times better than what I’d been imagining for years.
She flipped the script. Made it better. Made everything better.
I open the next box, taking out a pair of black, diamond-encrusted stockings, sliding the first one up her right leg, the second one up her left, both of them ending even at mid-thigh.
“I’m not sure I’m going to make it through them all,” I croak, horny out of my mind from seeing her like this.
Hands belted behind her back, draped in the luxuries she deserves.
Hand-selected by me. Her eyes are glassy, her bottom lip chewed up, skin flushed.
Those tits beg for me to suck on them, and I will, as soon as I finish spoiling her.
Almost blind with hunger now, I reach for the next two boxes.
The first one contains a pair of diamond earrings—two carats each—clustered with sapphires.
Her sharp intake of breath when she sees them tells me I made the right choice.
Her tits lift and fall as I gently put them in her earlobes, securing them with the holder.
Purposefully, I keep my eyes downcast, because I worry that as soon as I see her in diamonds, I’m going to lose my mind.
Trying and failing to keep my breath steady, I take the matching necklace and lay it across her delicate throat, the stones shimmering in the darkness.
Her head falls back slightly, as if she can’t help but enjoy the weight of the jewelry.
I fasten the clasp and take a moment to gather myself.
To center myself with her summery scent.
“I know you won’t ask for these things…” I rasp, easing down the waistband of my briefs and taking my cock out, looking at the necklace against her skin and jerking my fist root to tip, root to tip. Groaning. “But look how much pleasure I get from giving them to you.”
She breathes in and out, her heavy-lidded gaze fastened on my dick, whimpering when I start to stroke it faster.
“I l-like when you feel pleasure. I like giving it to you.”
“Then take everything. Share everything with me.” I slip my tongue into her mouth and explore the honey-sweet taste of her from above, leaving her mewling for more. “My good girl gets whatever the fuck she wants, huh?”
“I want you,” she whines, squirming on the pearls, the gray balls shining with her need.
My cock swells eagerly, wanting to meet her needs. Now.
“Almost there, Vida. I don’t know how often you’re going to let me get away with this.
” I reach across the marble island for the next box.
A pink one with a silver rose fastened to the top.
I slip the ornate bottle of perfume out and lift the heavy cap, sniffing, sighing with satisfaction.
“I told my buyer to find something that smells like innocence, coastal wind, and lilacs, like you. Nothing could ever be so sweet, but this will do. I’ve had it flown in from Milan.
” I drag the glass wand between her tits and lean down to smell the combination of summer lilac with her already intoxicating aroma.
“Fuck,” I mutter, holding the wand to her nose and watching as her eyes slide closed in bliss.
“It’s the next best thing to bottling you, angel. ”
“You smell like grapefruit and musk.” Her voice is so low, I have to lean in close to hear her. “Yesterday, you were at the gym, so I went to your room and…”
I stop breathing, my ear nearly pressed to her mouth.
“What did you do, Vida?”
“I lay in your bed. I smelled your pillows.” She drops her voice to a whisper. “I licked your sheets.”
My knees almost buckle from the onslaught of desire.
Gratitude. “Thank God I’m not in this obsession alone,” I growl, mauling her mouth as I grip her bare ass and jerk her to the edge of the island, her breath stuttering out when my hips cram in tight between her thighs, our eyes locking.
Oh yes, she’s in deep, too. I’m far from alone.
“Being your man is going to be heaven and hell, isn’t it?
Heaven because you’re mine, hell because I can never make you mine enough. No amount of you will ever be enough.”
She drops her hand and takes over the job of teasing my dick, squeezing my girth up and down, her tongue winding with mine.
“You’ll have fun trying, though.”
I can’t drag this out any longer.
The need to bang her into a stupor is eating me alive.
One more box.
Pressed up against her fuck-tight body, I somehow find the wherewithal to drag over the final box, flipping open the lid and taking out one of the truffles inside.
“Velvet truffles from the Scottish Highlands. Bite and chew carefully, angel. Don’t swallow.”
Watching her mouth plump around the treat makes me groan, but I keep my attention on her face, noticing the immediate enjoyment blanket her features, followed by the realization that there is something hard in her mouth.
“Taste it?” I ask gruffly, leaning in to kiss her, using my tongue to transfer the object into my mouth before taking it out safely and holding it up between us. “That’s your future.”
She stares down at the diamond ring with tears in her eyes. “Tripp…”
“You know I wanted to go way over the top, but I knew my angel wouldn’t want that. I went for sweet and practical, like you.” I run a thumb over the black stones that encircle the diamond. “This is your dark matter. Holding you together.”
Her chin lifts on a husky sound, twin tears coursing down her cheeks. “It’s perfect.”
“The ring might be perfect, but I’m not, angel.” I haul her close, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’m asking you to please marry me, anyway. Let me be your husband.”
“Yes.”
Her lack of hesitation is everything my heart needs. My own eyes grow wet, but the joy of knowing Vida is going to be my wife doesn’t dull the starvation of my body. Not one iota.
In fact, her agreement, and the way she allows me to slide the ring onto her finger, only makes the need to cure my lust more imminent.
“Come here, angel,” I say, my breathing already labored, my hands almost clumsy in their haste to yank her off the island and fill her with my stiff cock.
“Tripp!” she screams, her cunt tightening up around me like a fucking zip tie, making me roar a curse.
Holy shit, she puts all the gifts I gave her tonight to shame with the silk extravagance between her thighs.
She shakes in my arms, moisture seeping out of her and onto my ball sac, already in the throes of her first orgasm of the night, and I haven’t even pumped once.
“Oh God! Oh God. I wasn’t…I wasn’t expecting… ”
“You weren’t expecting it, but you were ready as fuck, weren’t you?
” I clutch her ass cheeks in my hands and start to bounce her, those tits doing magical things in front of me, thanks to her hands still being bound behind her back.
Jiggling and shaking, her nipples like little rosy pegs, the necklace catching the light every time I slap her up and down my pole.
“Did Daddy’s money make you wet? Is that what happened? ”
She closes her eyes and bites her lip.
“It’s okay, you can tell me,” I urge hotly, surging my hips upward, faster and faster, the sound of our smacking flesh loud in the closet. Smack smack smack. Unholy, wet sounds, layered with whimpers and grunts. “This pussy isn’t going to keep any secrets from me.”
My nuts are like rocks with the knowledge that there is, once again, no latex to catch their contents.
It’s murder not to flow into her like a river, but it feels so fucking good in her tiny cunt, I want to make it last forever.
Huffing and puffing in my sexual misery, I throw her leg over my head and spin her on my cock, planting her face down on the island.
“Fuck yes,” I release on a hot exhale, the sight of her naked ass separated by valuable pearls pushing me closer to the edge.
God, so close. Then there’s her parted legs in stockings, dangling down the front of the island, shaking every time I drive my cock into her, her bound hands straining at the small of her back.
It gives new meaning to the word erotic.
She’s the epitome of it, and I’m helpless to do anything but cram my dick into her sodden hole with jagged pumps.
I pump and pump, leaning over her so I can see her sweet profile.
And that’s the end of me, right there. Because she’s biting her lip and whining.
Blushing like a schoolgirl.
With my diamonds twinkling all over her body.
“That’s a spoiled little girl, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Son of a bitch!”
My spine and testicles stiffen abruptly, and a whirlwind of euphoria rips through the lower center of my body, a fist of pleasure punching me right where I need it.
In the gut. Between the eyes. My dick spasms and sprays like an out-of-control firehose, my hips still raking desperately up and back against her hot, bent-over ass, my come overflowing and filling the crease between her ass cheeks with milky fluid while the rest splatters onto the marble floor.
“That’s it, angel. Let that body work its magic.
Make me a father.” I bury my face in her hair and sink my dick extra deep, giving her those final excruciating drops of semen, mentally begging them to take hold in her young, fertile uterus.
“Goddamn, look what you’re letting me do.
Breed you at eighteen. Because you know I’m going to take care of you. ”
“Uh-huh. I know you will, baby,” she says, sounding like she’s floating in the same oblivion as me. “I love you.”
“I love you more, Vida,” I tell her, my throat heavy.
With love making me feel full and sated and possessive, I fight through my exertion and unwind my belt from her wrists, throwing it onto the floor.
Turning her limp body over gently, I make a sympathetic sound when I find her drowsy, looking almost confused, as if the pleasure was too much for her body and mind to comprehend.
I lift her off the island, carrying my replete fiancée into the bedroom, already hearing the scampering of little feet running through the house, and I smile as I lay her down.
Mine.