Chapter 8
Juliette
“Jordan, what are we doing?” I ask with a coquettish smile at the handsome billionaire. He grins at me, so gorgeous that my heart flutters, and then feeds me a strawberry from his big palm. My lips part obediently, sucking on the sweet fruit as my man’s blue eyes flare.
“Yes, eat from my hand,” he rasps. “I’ll take care of you, baby girl. You belong to me.”
I smile at the CEO because I love the fact that he’s incredibly possessive. I love how he roars when he ejaculates, like a lion claiming his mate. I love how he fills me with seed at every hour of the day, insatiable and hung like a horse.
Yet I’m genuinely unsure about what’s going on.
It’s been two weeks since Jordan popped my cherry at his son’s wake, and we haven’t stopped fucking since.
In fact, I’ve barely been back to my own apartment in the past fourteen days because the alpha male has me under his spell, touching and kissing me everywhere before claiming me with that huge dick night and day.
Jordan’s insanely big too. He didn’t let me see his size the first time because allegedly, it’s given him problems in the past.
“Problems how?” I query. Of course, my pussy aches and it’s tough to sit some mornings, so I already suspect the answer.
The huge alpha male merely shrugs.
“Problems as in when some women see my cock, they get scared. Real scared,” he says while waggling those black brows suggestively at me.
“Oh you!” I giggle. But then my expression goes curious. “But do they still go through with it?” I ask, my thighs clenching a bit with anticipation. “I mean, you’re big and it makes me scared too, but it also makes me horny,” I confess breathlessly. “I love that you’re incredibly hung.”
Jordan’s blue eyes glint as he takes in my flushed cheeks and plush pout.
“That’s what I adore about you sweetheart,” he rasps. “You’re so fucking wet all the time, with a hungry pussy that craves dick. You need Daddy’s filthy fucks to survive, and I have no idea how you even got by before I popped your cherry.”
“Oh, I managed, but barely,” I giggle. “I touched myself at night and it felt good. But yes, you’re right.
Touching myself pales in comparison to being with you, Jordan, and I’m so glad I don’t have to do that anymore.
But back to the original topic. What did the women do when they saw your massive member? Did they run screaming for the hills?”
“Not exactly,” he winks before popping a cherry in his mouth.
“But I could tell they were really nervous. Their fluids dried up a little, and suddenly, they’d offer oral in place of pussy.
But I never agreed to it. Don’t get me wrong because I love the way you suck, sweetheart, but I need cunt because there’s nothing like a woman’s swollen twat. ”
“It does feel good inside,” I murmur, blushing hotly. Jordan winks at me before popping another cherry in his mouth.
“Maybe I’ll take ass in place of pussy sometimes,” he muses after a thoughtful pause. “But only on occasion, and only because your asshole is particularly tight, baby girl. Otherwise, it’s generally a no go.”
I giggle because oh my god, this man is so foul!
And yet his rude words turn me on because maybe I am the slut that he describes.
I can’t seem to get enough of Jordan’s dick, and crave it 24/7 now.
I often feel empty if I don’t have him inside me, and my pussy will tingle and pulse with hunger, needy awareness consuming my lush curves.
Yet this is part of what has me confused.
“But that’s what I don’t get,” I begin in a plaintive voice. “Why are we having anal sex? I mean, the whole point of this is to get me pregnant, right? And I only have sixty days before my visa expires, so I don’t understand why we’re using my back button. Aren’t we just wasting time?”
Jordan looks unconcerned, popping another cherry into his mouth. The gesture is so sensual that I’m momentarily distracted, watching him savor the fruit.
“No, because I’d never call anal sex a waste of time. Fuck no, because it feels amazing,” he adds with an unconcerned shrug of those big shoulders. “Besides, variety is the spice of life. Who wants to do one thing over and over again, when a woman has a hungry butthole like yours?”
“Jordan!” I gasp, shocked and yet also titillated by his words. “Oh my god, you’re so foul!”
The billionaire shrugs, winking at me.
“It’s the truth. Like I said, your asshole is particularly raw and hungry, baby girl, and I love feeling your butt clench on my dick. You were made to be assfucked, sweetheart, and I’m glad it’s part of our repertoire. Not that I’ve ever gone without,” he remarks after a pause.
I stare at him.
“So you usually demand anal sex from your partners,” I say in a low tone.
He shrugs and then nods.
“Yeah, basically. I consider it mandatory, and let’s be honest because the girls don’t have a choice.
But yeah, it’s a requirement if you want to be with me.
Fortunately, you fit the bill, sweetheart,” he rasps.
“You love getting your butt fucked almost as much as you love getting your pussy fucked by my big dick.”
I shake my head.
“You’re incorrigible,” I snort with laughter. “Totally impossible to talk to.”
Jordan grins, flashing those white teeth.
“When you use big words, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he drawls. “Incorrigible? What’s that?”
“Oh, you know!” I laugh, adoring the easy banter between us. “It means you’re impossible!”
“Ah ha, I see. Incorrigible is a synonym for impossible then.”
“Yes, pretty much,” I laugh while helping myself to another slice of melon.
“But seriously Jordan, there’s so much I don’t understand.
I thought we were trying to get pregnant, and yet you come in my ass and in my mouth all the time.
Not only that, but I told you that I’m probably not in my fertile period right now.
Women are only fertile for about three days of the month, and the other days, it’s just nothing. ”
Jordan shrugs again.
“No, it’s not nothing, sweetheart. I’d say that women whose ovaries are drying up are only fertile three days a month. But you, baby girl, are twenty-one, ripe, and luscious. I’m sure your fertility window runs much longer than average. You’ll be knocked up in no time,” he winks.
A thrill runs down my spine because could Jordan be right? Does my relative youth give me an advantage? Probably yes, seeing that a woman’s most fertile years are allegedly her early twenties, if not her teens. But still, I’m confused.
“But weren’t you surprised when you discovered I was a virgin?” I press. “I mean, I was engaged to your son, and people don’t wait for marriage to have sex anymore. Surely, that realization threw you for a curve ball.”
The powerful CEO pauses for a moment, his expression pensive.
“It did, and it didn’t,” he acknowledges in a deep voice before looking me straight in the eye. “I suspected that Harry was gay, and kept waiting for him to tell me. But my son never broached the issue, so imagine my surprise when he started bringing you around.”
I pause for a moment, tilting my head.
“But why didn’t you ask him?” I ask. “Being gay isn’t a big deal anymore. People aren’t tortured and imprisoned for being LGBTQ anymore.”
My lover is silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to put pressure on Harry,” Jordan replies.
“My son and I have never been especially close, and I wanted him to come forward when he was ready. I figured that he’d leave the closet at some time or other, or maybe he wasn’t in the closet at all.
Maybe Harry was still figuring his sexuality out, and it was my job as a parent to be patient, and to listen when the time was right.
If he wanted to tell me, then I was all ears.
But if he wasn’t ready, I wasn’t going to force the issue either. ”
I pause, my pulse pounding as I choose my words carefully.
“I hope you’ll forgive me for saying this, but Harry didn’t tell you because he thought you wouldn’t understand,” I say in a low voice. “He said you were too alpha, and would never accept him for who he was.”
“No, that’s not true,” Jordan immediately counters in a vehement tone. “I’d accept my son the way he is, and it hurts me to know that he went to his grave without knowing that. But I absolutely would take my son in any shape or form.”
I smile softly, taking Jordan’s big hand in my own.
“That’s good to know, and it would have made him very happy,” I murmur with reassurance. “Plus, it’s important. What if our future child is gay, queer, or lesbian? Would you condemn him or her for their choices?”
Jordan immediately tightens his fingers around mine before seizing my gaze with his own. His blue eyes are so sincere that my heart contracts painfully, our connection intimate and intense.
“Of course not,” he rasps. “I’d treasure him or her no matter their orientation.
It’s not a big deal, and again, I’m disappointed that my first child never felt comfortable enough to share this side of himself with me.
I genuinely thought that he’d seek me out at some point in the future, but that obviously never came to pass. ”
“It’s okay,” I say in a soft voice. “Despite everything, Harry knew that you loved him. And he loved you too.”
“Good, I’m glad,” Jordan says in a torn voice, his broad chest rising and falling as he struggles to contain his emotions.
“I miss him so much. More than you’d believe,” he admits in a choked voice, that dark head bowing for a moment.
I stroke Jordan’s charcoal locks, reveling in the silky feel between my fingers.
“I miss Harry too, and he was a good kid,” I say.
“He was taken from us far too soon, and what happened was a tragedy. But surely, you must realize that Harry was never going to continue the Lewis line.” Then I pause for a moment.
“I guess he could have through adoption,” I add in a dubious tone. “But we never spoke about that.”
Jordan shakes his head, still staring at the floor.
“Yeah, maybe though adoption,” he acknowledges in barely audible voice. “But yeah, in retrospect, my thinking was twisted and fucked up. I don’t know what I was doing.”
“What do you mean?” I ask gently, quirking my head to the side. “I don’t understand.”
Jordan lets out a big sigh, his broad shoulders stiff as he stares straight ahead.
“On the one hand, my son was obviously gay, and my family line was going to die out. But on the other, when he started bringing you around, I thought I’d made a mistake and misread the signs. I thought there was hope.”
I nod.
“Yes, that makes sense.”
But Jordan isn’t done. The huge man snorts before looking at his clasped hands with disgust.
“Yeah, but it gets worse, honey, because when Harry started bringing you around, I started getting jealous of him. Can you believe it?” he grunts in a self-loathing manner. “I was jealous of my own son’s fiancée!”
“No, it’s okay,” I say in a soothing tone, still stroking those silky black locks.
“I’m yours now, and there are no ifs, ands, and buts, about it.
Plus, we’ll figure this out. I mean, we’re family now, even if I never tied the knot with your son.
The hospital let you into my room the day of the car accident, after all, so we must be something. ”
Jordan snorts again before looking up with those piercing blue eyes.
“Sweetheart, can I tell you a secret?” he asks.
“Anything.”
He shakes his head, so handsome that my heart hurts.
“I didn’t tell the hospital that I was your prospective father-in-law. I told them that I was your boyfriend.”
I pause, stunned.
“Wait, what? Really?”
“Yeah,” he admits. “I wasn’t thinking clearly because my son had just died.
I was knee-deep in grief, and babbling nonsense to anyone who would listen.
Plus, you had no one, sweetheart. It was obvious because there were no visitors.
Your family is in France, and I had no idea how to reach them, and yet you were lying pale and deathly still in the hospital bed.
So I lied, and told the staff that we were engaged. ”
“And they let you in?” I ask in an awed tone. “Wow, you must have been convincing!”
Jordan nods darkly.
“Like I said, sweetheart, I wanted you even then,” he confesses. “In my bereaved state, I let my weakness take control. I claimed you as mine while you lay in a hospital bed, vulnerable and sick, because that’s how much I craved you.”
My heart begins to flutter because what is this man saying?
Again, I’m so bewildered, and this conversation has only made me more confused.
I thought we were in it for a baby. I thought that sex with Jordan would be nothing more than a turkey basting session, albeit with the billionaire’s naked, sculpted body hovering a few inches over mine as he pushed his dick deep.
Yet it’s been nothing like that. Yes, we fuck like rabbits at every chance, but we also discuss important subjects.
We talk about his son, and Harry’s untimely demise.
We discuss what we want for our future children, and how we will accept them no matter their orientation.
Jordan’s even admitted to desiring me when he first met me, the need so intense that he could feel his cock hardening while I lay in a hospital bed.
But what does this mean? Could the alpha male be falling in love with me, despite our bargain?
Could I be falling for him? The knowledge makes me gasp and my cheeks heat because I’d love to be in a real relationship with Jordan Lewis.
But how do I make my wishes known? What if I tell him, and he laughs me out of the house?
Even worse, what if he takes our child after the baby’s born .
.. leaving me cold and alone, with only my regrets to keep me company?