7. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Anson
" Y ou are so fucking beautiful." I couldn't believe Nova was naked in my bed. Her light brown skin contrasting against my white sheets.
She hadn't wanted to come to the mansion and my room—but I convinced her to. The truth was that I could make her do whatever I wanted, but the opposite was true as well. I'd do anything for her.
I had shown her grandma's jewelry in the library safe.
I wanted her to see Grandma's engagement ring. She didn't seem to care about the jewels. She was fascinated by the books in the library. The first editions. I loved her even more for that.
She was so na?ve. So utterly clueless as to why I wanted her to see the ring; that I was clearly signaling my intentions, but I knew she wouldn't see it like that. She didn't think we'd last. Didn't think that someone like me would want someone like her. I'd prove her wrong. I'd love her hard, long, and forever.
She moved a hand ineffectually to cover herself, and then sighed. "I…this is embarrassing."
"No, Sugar." I ran a hand over her torso, down to her flat stomach. Her skin was fucking flawless. I cupped her breasts. "You have the sexiest tits I've ever seen. I want to suck them. I want to fuck them."
Her cheeks flushed pink despite her brown skin tone. It was delectable. I brushed my mouth against hers.
"And when I'm inside you, I want to watch those tits bounce."
She smiled uneasily. "Is this…is this part of sex? Talking like this?"
"Only with you," I replied sincerely. I loved how she blushed and squirmed when I talked dirty. "And for you."
"Me?"
I stroked her nipples, circling the hard buds, and licked one. She gasped. "Because it arouses you when I talk dirty."
"It does," she moaned.
She was so honest—always upfront about how she was feeling—that it was a delight. She wasn't like any of the other girls I'd been with. They couched their words and spoke in fucking tongues. They were never direct. But my Nova was.
"Are you wet?" I licked a nipple.
"Find out," she whispered, and delighted me.
I moved my hand down and cupped her pussy. I groaned at her damp heat. "You're soaking wet, Sugar. Wetter than I imagined."
I circled her clit, and she moved against my finger. I'd done this to her before. I'd made her come before, sitting in my truck. But that was as far as I'd allowed it to go. She'd been seventeen. If there was one thing my damned father had drilled into me, it was to not fuck a minor. And, sure, in Georgia, age of consent was sixteen, but I wasn't taking a chance. I'd seen plenty of guys like me get into trouble with underage pussy.
That was the practical side of me.
But the romantic side of me wanted to take her on her birthday. She'd warned me not to buy her anything, and I hadn't. I would give grandma's ring to her later, after we made love, after she was mine.
I was excited and nervous that she was a virgin. I hadn't ever been anyone's first, not even Bailey's, who'd lied about it, and had later on confessed that she'd lost it to Jimmy Cox in the backseat of his daddy's Cadillac.
"I'm going to have this pussy tonight. Will you let me?" I kept a steady rhythm on her clitoris with my fingers.
She whimpered. "Yes."
"You want it, Sugar, and I'm going to give it to you. All of it."
I brought my hand to my lips, sucked her taste in. She watched, her eyes wide. "You taste so fucking sweet…like sugar."
She smiled then, and looked down at my dick that was standing in attention. She licked her lips. "May I taste?"
I hadn't had sex since I met her. I couldn't. Didn't want anyone but her. I was ready to burst, but I nodded. "My turn first."
She looked disappointed, and I groaned, and slammed my lips against hers. I sank my hand in her hair, holding on as I ravaged her mouth. "I love your hair." It was soft and silky, dark, falling all the way to her waist.
I slid down her body. "I want to fuck you, Nova. I want to make you mine. I want your body, your soul…all of you."
She cupped my cheek. "I'm here. I'm yours."
"And I'm yours," I vowed. "I want to show you how much I want you, how much you can want me."
I slid further down, and she watched hungrily.
"I want to spread you out, and taste you." I cupped her between her thighs again, and this time, I slid a finger inside her. I'd done this before, but only for a moment, knowing I couldn't go back in. This time, however, I knew I'd have her, and it was glorious to feel how tight she was.
She cried out, "Anson!"
"I know, Sugar. I need to taste you." I grabbed her ass cheeks, and dropped my mouth to her pussy, licking her slit.
She rocked against me, moaning as I teased her.
"Louder, baby. Scream louder." I knew she was conscious about being in my home with my sister and mother living here. But they were in other wings of the mansion, and this wasn't the first time I had a girl in my room.
I took her clit between my teeth and gave her just enough pain. She cried out, and I soothed the smart with my tongue. I slid two fingers inside her, stretching her open, preparing her for me.
I couldn't insert a third finger. She was so fucking tight, and thinking about my cock inside her, being squeezed hard, all but made me come right then and there like a teenager.
"You've got to come, Sugar." I turned my fingers and found that velvet spot inside her, the one that made her jerk and choke out my name. I suckled her clit at the same time, and she burst into fucking flames, screaming her orgasm, shaking like a leaf in a storm. I prolonged her orgasm so I could get a third finger inside her, pumping in and out.
I watched her as she came back down to earth. She wriggled, and I gave her a questioning look.
"My turn," she murmured, looking at my cock.
I lay on my back and let her do what she wanted, my heart hammering. She wrapped her fingers around my length, and took me in her mouth. She looked up at me, and it was fucking erotic. She used her hands and lips to work my erection. I let her have at me for as long as I could stand it.
"No more." I pulled her off me and maneuvered us so she was on her back.
"Not good?" she asked, frowning.
I laughed. "Any better, and I'll come on your mouth."
Her eyes widened with pleasure. "I'd like that."
How the hell had I gotten so lucky to have a woman like Nova? So, fucking open and sensuous. "Next time, I promise to choke you with my cum."
She liked that idea, because it made her wetter. I pressed my lips to her, and rubbed my cock at her entrance. "You're so beautiful," I murmured. "I'm going to go slow."
"No," she implored. "I want you to be you."
"With you, Nova, I'm always me. Just me. I'm the most honest I can ever be."
I nudged her entrance again, slowly sliding inside her.
"Please," Nova moaned, moving so she could get more of me.
I didn't want to hurt her, but I was losing control, and I pushed into her until I was balls deep. She screamed, and I stopped moving.
"Fuck, Nova. Are you okay?"
She licked her lips and cleared her throat. "I think so," she squeaked.
I was about to pull out when she put her hands on my ass. "Stay," she breathed. "It hurts, but…it feels so good to have you inside me."
"I love that I'm your first," I told her. "You're all mine, Nova King, and I'm never fucking letting you go."
I kissed her, and pulled out to push right back into her. I already knew my cock was addicted to her, completely in her thrall. Nova had me mind, body, and soul.
As I thrust in, she moved up. The pleasure was blinding. "Yes, baby, like that, just like that."
I grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed, holding her down as I went mad, fucking her pussy hard.
"Yes, honey. Yes." She moaned every time my cock bottomed out.
After months of celibacy, I was ready to come. I reached for her clit, and as I thrust, I squeezed her, wanting her to orgasm so I could. She came on a cry, and I drove deep inside her, filling her with my cum as I felt her pulse around me, milk me.
"I love you," I chanted.
"I love you," she reciprocated each time.
That night, we had each other again and again. I couldn't let her go. The next day, she kissed me, told me to sleep, and left for her shift at the diner. I had been in heaven.
When I woke up, hell began.
I was still in hell, I thought, as I gazed out at the river from the balcony of my suite at the Rhodes Hotel.
Did she think about me? Did she remember that night?
The Nova I knew didn't compute with the Nova who stole, and even if I could overlook that, definitely not with the woman Pete told me about. She'd gotten out of jail thanks to Emmett Bodine. How did Nova even know him?
Pete had allowed her a phone call after I spoke with her. He hadn't had a choice; she'd demanded it. She knew her rights. He didn't know who she'd call, but within thirty minutes of the call, a county assistant district attorney, a lawyer, and Emmett Bodine's assistant had whisked Nova away.
The ADA had reprimanded Pete, saying he was lucky that charges were not brought against him for arresting without cause. Apparently, he hadn't had a warrant to search Nova's place, and as they did in the movies, the thief got away on a technicality.
I ran a hand through my hair.
I had thought about her every single day for the past seven years, but the woman I met today hardly seemed affected by me. This only underscored my belief that I'd been a mark. She had never loved me.
Pete had dug further into Nova’s background and discovered that her mother had also been stealing from the homes and offices she cleaned. He suspected that’s how Nova knew how to fence the jewelry she’d stolen so quickly.
Well, this time, there would be no getting away for her.
I was good at making plans, and I was going to make a foolproof one. I'd set her up, but good. She'd steal again—her kind always did—and this time, I'd make sure there was ample proof. I'd have her arrested in Savannah, so everyone who cared about her would know who she really was. And, finally, maybe I'd be rid of her.