CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #2
I did. I turned and looked at the two of us together in the large vanity mirror.
I fought back a gasp. He was right. We looked good together, almost like we’d been made to go together.
I watched the couple in the mirror in awe.
Was this really me? Was this my life? Last week, I’d been running from a stalker and crying over all the bills in the mail.
Now here I was standing in front of one of the richest, smartest, most handsome men in the entire world, not just West Bay. And yet, we looked good together.
I smiled, finally, and breathed a small sigh of relief. It seemed to make him happy, because he broke out in a huge grin. “That’s better.”
We looked at each other for a beat or two, then he seemed to remember something. “I, um, have a gift for you.”
“You don’t need to get me gifts,” I protested. I’d hated that part of the contract. I wasn’t a high maintenance kind of girl. I enjoyed having nice things, don’t get me wrong, but him buying the building where my mother and sisters lived and worked was far more than enough.
I didn’t need trinkets on top of that. I still felt a little guilty about the car he’d bought me. And then, I thought with an inward wince, there was how I’d earned those things.
I fought back a wave of shame and held my head high. I couldn’t let it bother me. I would think about it afterwards. I had the rest of my life to pull apart and process all of this. I’d better enjoy it now.
“But I want to get you gifts,” he said softly.
“I’ve given women gifts before, but I’ve never picked them out.
I wanted to pick yours out.” He pulled me back against him again and ran the tip of his nose down the side of my neck.
“God, you smell so fucking good.” He kissed along the line of my exposed shoulders, then seemed to force himself to pull back a little.
“I’m going to fuck you if I keep doing that,” he said, his lips hot against my skin. A shiver of desire ran through me.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
He groaned. “Don’t say that, or we won’t make it in time for our reservations.”
I smiled and turned around in his arms. He felt so good, so strong. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. He always smelled good, like a mixture of pine and fresh rain. Without thinking, I pulled him towards me as I ran my hands up his chest and melted into him.
He kissed me then, his lips demanding, urgent. The kisses became rougher until a desperation seemed to grip us both. There was no way we were walking out of the apartment without satisfying our need for each other.
“Goddamn,” he whispered right before he grabbed me under my hips, carefully placing me on the vanity. “Pull your dress up.” His hands ran up the outside of my thighs as I leaned back and worked the sparkly material up over my hips.
He stared at me, breathing heavily. He unzipped his zipper, moaning with relief as his huge, hard cock was released from the restraints of his pants.
While he watched me, he stroked himself hard, almost angrily, a few times.
Then I spread my legs wider as he moved between them.
He pushed my drenched panties aside and thrust inside me in one swift, deep pump of his hips.
“Oh my God,” I cried out, throwing my head back, a little pain mixed in with the pleasure of being filled by him.
“You’re so big,” I gasped, barely able to take all of him inside me.
I maneuvered my hips to try to adjust to his size, to ease the fullness a little.
His hands reached out, holding me still like a vise.
“I like seeing you struggle,” he whispered in my ear. “It turns me on so fucking much. Is that bad?”
I shook my head. “I like struggling to take you. I’ve never… I never knew sex could be this way.”
He looked down at the juncture of our two bodies, as my pussy stretched to take him. There were still a good two inches of him left outside me. His eyes moved back to mine as he began working my clit with his practiced fingers.
“Oh,” I sighed out, getting even wetter and relaxing a bit.
He worked me faster, harder, and I started gasping with the pleasure, the feel of his fingers rough against my silky folds.
I felt myself taking more of him and looked down in time to see the rest of his cock disappear inside me.
Sounds I’d never made before came from me as I took the full length of him.
“Yes,” he growled with pleasure, “look how good your cunt takes me.” He yelled out my name as he seated himself fully. Then he looked at me, his eyes wild. “I want to take you rough, Daisy.”
He wasn’t asking for permission, exactly, it was more like a warning.
Though I felt safe with him. He might fuck me roughly, but he didn’t want to hurt me.
I could sense that. Before I could nod, he gripped my hips and began to thrust hard and fast deep inside me.
He pushed in to the hilt every time, harder and harder until I was gasping and crying out with every movement. I had never felt so stretched, so full.
“I’m going to come soon,” he said, moving his fingers back to work my clit.
He strummed and played me like an instrument and soon I was practically screaming in his ear as I came harder than I ever had before, barely able to breathe as the strong climax passed through me, leaving my body limp and pliable.
“Fuck, yes.” He threw back his head as he hammered into me a few more times, then grew still and whispered my name reverently as I felt his hot release fill me, drenching my inner walls.
He pulled me into his arms while we both breathed deeply, trying to regain our sanity as we came down from our highs.
“That was… you’re amazing,” he said, finally, as he kissed me a few times, gentler this time, his lips smooth against mine. He pulled back, planted a kiss on my forehead and pulled out. “Stay right there. I’ll get something to clean you up.”
Overcome, I leaned my face against the cool glass of the vanity mirror. He was back in a flash with a washcloth to clean me up. He did a thorough job, staring at my sex the whole time as if he’d never seen a woman before.
My breaths still weren’t slowing down. How could they?
He was slowly, almost lovingly, cleaning his dripping cum from my thighs, my pussy, until I felt incredibly turned on again.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a mewl of pleasure as he ran first the washcloth and then his fingers lightly over my clit.
“Oh, God,” I mumbled, trying to sit upright, but his hips were pressed up next to my legs, sort of holding me still.
I opened my eyes, confused. I was drenched again, I could feel it. And it wasn’t from the moist washcloth, either. His eyes were dark as he watched me, noting the reaction he was causing.
His eyes roamed over my body—from the mounds of my breasts pushed up high in the dress Madeline had picked out for me, to how tight it was around my waist. I was glad there had been a little give in the hips, or he would have ripped it when he was fucking me.
He got a sexy smirk on his face, and I realized my lips were parted, I was breathing heavily, and my hips were moving in tandem with his hands.
“Do you need to come again, baby?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
He moved down to kiss me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. He groaned when I sucked it, holding him there, keeping him from pulling away from me. When I finally let him go, his smirk was gone. It had been replaced by a look of pure, burning desire.
“Spread your legs.”
I did, as far as I could in my beautiful dress.
He dropped until his head was in my lap, and the next thing I felt was his tongue sweeping over my folds, flattening against my clit, then lapping at it, circling it, flicking it, until I was a writhing mess of desire. “Please,” I gasped out.
He didn’t even try to edge me. He just wrapped his lips around it and suckled until I was bucking against his face and screaming, his hands holding my ass as still as he could.
I came with a vengeance, feeling as if I was having an out-of-body experience as he continued to suck, flicking his tongue back and forth over my bud quickly until I came once more, the climaxes running into each other and feeling like one long, extended gift of pleasure.
Exhausted, sated, I slumped hard against the back of the vanity and he pulled me up into his arms, cradling me as I laid my head against his strong chest.
“Come here, baby,” he laid me down on the bed. “I’ll call and see if they can move our reservations…”
Before he could move, I unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and licked the underside from his root to his tip, sucking the head into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he barked out in surprise, almost falling as he leaned back against the wall.
I lifted myself off the bed a little, changing my angle so I could fit as much of him as possible in my mouth.
I realized my breasts were heaving, pushing against the constraints of the dress as if they would break loose at any moment.
He stared at them, and I could feel his dick hardening, growing in my mouth.
“My God,” he breathed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “You’re a fucking dream.”
I took as much of him as I could, swallowing, gagging, and causing him to groan and pant with desire.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
He held my head as I pleasured him, rubbing his thumb over the line of my jaw and encouraging me to take more of him.
“That’s right, beautiful, swallow me down.
” Then, as I got more and more aggressive in my sucking, “Fuck, I love the way you give head, baby. I love how you take my cock.”