8. Chapter 8
Gerald orders us an intimate candlelit dinner delivered to our balcony.
He feeds me bites of lobster, brushing his fingers against my lips. ”You”re exquisite,” he whispers. ”You”re like a dream.”
”So is this food,” I reply, blown away by the buttery, delicate flavors of the lobster and the rest of the sumptuous spread laid out before us. A girl could get used to this.
Afterward, he leads me to the bedroom.
I flush as I remember my dream, way back from when I first met him online. Will the real Gerald be as kind, as attentive, and as focused on worshipping me?
My expectations are sky-high, unrealistic, and yet having experienced him in dream form I know that anything less would be a disappointment.
My heart pounds as Gerald”s hands gently hikes up my skirt, slipping off the black lace panties I bought especially for the trip. His massive hands part my thighs, his gaze cold and calculating as he kneels before me. I shiver, the room”s cool air adding to the anticipation of what”s to come. He leans in, his charming smile fades into a more serious expression as he surveys my nakedness.
”Spread your pussy for me, baby,” he growls, his voice low and guttural. I quiver at the dominance in his voice, and it instantly makes me wetter. Slowly and obediently, I part my lips, exposing the dripping wetness that pools between my thighs. God, I need him.
He dips his head and his tongue flicks out, lapping at my clit like a predator tasting its prey. My hips buck upward, helpless to the sensations coursing through my body.
”Oh, fuck, Gerald,” I moan. His name, once so foreign, now a sweet release on my lips.
Gerald chuckles, the vibrations of his laughter sending shockwaves through my core. ”That”s right, baby, but call me daddy,” he growls, slipping two fingers inside me while his tongue continues to worship my clit.
”Gerald… daddy, I”m going to come,” I pant, gripping the sheets tightly. Calling him daddy only makes my pussy clench further, makes me grow even wetter. It always felt like a weird thing to say during sex, forced almost, but with Gerald it”s incredibly hot.
He doesn”t relent, only redoubling his efforts. ”That”s right, sweetheart. Good girl. I want to taste every drop of your cum,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.
The way he says cum, like it”s the filthiest word ever spoken, sends me hurtling over the edge.
My back arches, my orgasm tearing through me like a freight train.
”Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, daddy!” I cry out, my head thrown back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
Gerald stands, wiping his face with the back of his hand. ”Delicious,” he growls, his expression pleased as he gazes down on me as I recapture my breath.
And then he lifts me up from the bed and carries me over to the window, pressing himself against me from behind as we both gaze out at the city lights. his cock hardening against my heat. ”You feel so fucking good, Alina,” he groans, his voice rough with need. ”I need to be inside you.”
”Oh, God, so do you,” I gasp, my hands pressing into the cool glass pane, my hips arching backward, tempting him to drive himself into me.
My enthusiasm only fuels his need, and he slams into my pussy hard from behind, my body taking every inch of him.
It”s like I was made for this, made for him, and I don”t want it to end.
I can tell by his movements that he can feel the pressure building in his loins, and that he won”t be able to hold back.
My breasts smash into the window each time he plows his hard cock into my pussy, and I moan at the cold sensation of the glass against my hard peaks.
With one final, powerful thrust, he comes inside me, his climax tearing through him like a storm, yanking me over the edge with him.
With a lingering glance at the twinkling tropical scene before us, he takes my hand and leads me back to the bed where we both lie down. I nestle into the crook of his arm, draping my thigh over his torso. We remain entwined, panting and struggling to catch our breath, neither of us willing to let go or let this moment end.
”You”re dangerous, Alina,” he says, finally finding the words.
I laugh, a breathless sound. ”I know.”
My words seem to send a shiver down his spine, and he trembles slightly. ”With you, I feel like I”m in deep, deep trouble, you know?”
”Oh, I very much feel the same way about you,” I reply. ”It feels like our worlds were destined to collide, and there”s no going back now.”
”You”re right about that,” he says, his tone with a slight edge to it. ”There”s no going back.”
We lie there in silence for a moment, enjoying the feeling of each other”s sated bodies pressed against each other.
”I can”t get enough of you,” he growls. And then he makes it clear that he really does feel this way.
He flips onto me on the plush king-sized bed, his body hovering over mine as he drives into me relentlessly.
I moan his name, my nails digging into his back, my body arching up to meet every thrust. My body blazes with desire, lust clouding my vision as he continues to plow my pussy.
”You like it rough, don”t you, little lamb?” he growls, his voice low and guttural.
”Yes,” I whimper, my hips bucking against his, my wetness soaking the expensive sheets below them. ”God, yes. Don”t stop.”
He obliges, his pace becoming even more frenzied, his grip on my hips bruising as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
I can feel another climax building, and from the way his body begins to tense, I know he”s not far off either.
”You”re mine,” he growls, his teeth clenched in unadulterated pleasure. ”Say it.”
”Yours,” I gasp out, my walls squeezing around him in delicious spasms. ”Oh, God, I”m yours!”
That”s all it takes. With a primal roar, he comes, spilling himself deep inside me, marking me as his.
As he collapses on top of me, panting for air, I can”t help but think how addicting this feels, him making me his, owning me in the most primal way possible.
My chest heaves against his, my body still trembling from my orgasm. God, how did this happen? Can life really be this good? Is Gerald really the one?
But it”s hard to think about that now, not when my body still hums with pleasure and his warmth envelops me like a second skin.
Gerald props himself up on one elbow, gazing down at me with a satisfied smirk. ”You know, Alina, I wasn”t sure if you really had it in you.”
My heart stops. Is this where the other shoe drops, and he says something cruel?
”To come so hard,” he finishes, winking at me.
Relief floods me, but only slightly. I know I”m in deep, and the more time I spend with him, the harder it would be to walk away if things didn”t stay as perfect as this.
But I don”t have a choice.
My life, and my daughter”s, depend on it.
As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I try to push any worrying thoughts out of my head and just focus on what this is. A magical connection between two people.
A connection that I”ve worked so hard for.
After years of heartache, abuse and running, I”m finally getting what I deserve.
I awake feeling more rested than I have since I can remember. The morning sun streams through the windows, bathing the room in a bright, cheerful glow.
Slowly, I get out of the insanely comfortable bed, my muscles aching in ways I haven”t felt in a long time.
As I shower, the warm water cascading over me from the rainforest shower head like a comforting massage, I reflect on the past evening.
I find Gerald in the kitchen, pouring himself a steaming cup of coffee.
”Morning, sunshine,” he greets me, and I join him, wrapping my arms around his strong frame. ”I trust you slept well,” he says, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.
”Like a baby, thanks,” I reply, trying to keep my voice even, hoping he won”t hear the lust in my voice.
He smiles, dangerous and deadly. ”I”m worried though.”
I quirk a brow. ”Worried? About what?”
My own anxiety suddenly clenches in my stomach. Comments like that always make me feel instantly guilty, even when I haven”t done anything. Like I”m about to be found out for something.
”You”re too good, Alina,” he explains, his smile growing wider as his gaze trails over my body as if remembering every inch of it from the previous night. ”Too perfect. No one”s that flawless, not in my world.”
I blush. ”You flatter me. And are clearly going through your delulu era. But last night was...” I begin, at a loss for words.
”Just the beginning,” Gerald completes my sentence. He turns and tilts my chin up, and kisses me deeply. I know being with him won”t be easy, but I”m ready to take the leap based on how the last night has gone, and now this morning.
I lean into him, resting my head on his chest.
The fresh morning air and the sound of the rolling waves relax me. I feel content, almost giddy.
”Seriously, Gerald… I”ve never experienced anything like last night,” I say softly. ”Being with you makes me feel like...like Cinderella at the ball. Like all my dreams are coming true.” It”s true. I haven”t experienced anything like his tenderness, combined with a place like this.
Yes, I had a few luxury vacations with Luchenko, but it was different. He was rough. Worried only about his own satisfaction. Gerald seems so much more… attentive.
Based on the violent display last night, I can see he has a ruthless side, but towards me he just seems tender, caring. Rough in all the right ways, and only the right ways.
Gerald strokes my hair. ”You deserve to be treated like a princess, Alina.” His voice rumbles pleasantly in his chest. ”No, scratch that. Like a queen. I want to give you the whole world. And Yara, too.”
I smile, comforted by his words and at the sound of my daughter”s name, but a small voice of doubt still lingers in my mind. Gerald seems too good to be true.
Will this magical feeling last?
Or will it shatter like a glass slipper when the clock strikes midnight?
Gerald tilts my chin up, his gray eyes boring intensely into mine. ”I know you”ve been hurt before,” he says, as if reading my thoughts. ”But I promise, what we have is real. I won”t let anyone hurt you again. You”re here with me now, and I”m going to prove to you that I can give you and your daughter the world that you both so very much deserve.”
He kisses me deeply, possessively, stealing my breath. I cling to him, pushing aside my doubts for now and losing myself in his passion. The rest of the world fades away.
Right here, right now, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. And that I”m unequivocally doing the right thing by my family.
”You”re right, though. That was pretty amazing. You told me you liked it rough, but that was… just, wow,” he says. ”I was hammering you really good.”
This man really does seem too good to be true. Charming, wealthy, and with a cock many woman will only ever dream of.
Every move he makes is deliberate, controlled, confident. He wants to be in charge of the situation, that much is clear.
But he”s so attentive, and part of his wish to control in the bedroom seems to be focused on making me come.
He”s like the whole package. Maybe I did do something right to deserve this.
”I”ve never had so many orgasms at once in my life.”
”Ah, my dear Alina. That”s because you hadn”t met the right man until now.”
I laugh. ”Well, you”re right about that. I”m just grateful that now we have each other.”
”Me too, my love. Me too. I can”t wait for all the wonderful things we”ll do together. I truly believe we”re going to set the world on fire. You, me, Yara. A whole family unit taking things over.”