Chapter 30
30
FORD
I knock on the door to Dulce’s suite. I didn’t want her in a separate room, but I have to take things slow after she told me what happened that night.
She probably has no idea, but I have security monitoring this floor. I’m not planning on sleeping here tonight. It’s why I decided we have dinner in my penthouse suite so we can have more privacy. I want her all to myself.
When the door opens, my throat goes dry. She’s wearing the black cocktail dress with a high slit. Her natural hair is silky straight, the way I like it. There is nothing I want to change about her, but I sent a glam team to pamper her. Her short nails are painted a red to match the red suede five-inch heels I don’t plan on taking off.
I make it obvious I like what I see the way my eyes slide over her. Slowly. Deliberately undressing her.
“You look gorgeous, Dulce.”
“You look nice too, Ford.”
I give her my arm. “Shall we?”
She rubs her glossy lips together, and all I can think about is her mouth wrapped around me. “Just a sec.” She walks back in the room and comes out with her phone and the designer evening bag I picked out. “I’m ready.”
We take the elevator up to my floor. If she’s nervous when we step into the penthouse suite, she doesn’t show it. Her eyes take in the luxury of the room. It’s more of an apartment with the marble floors and tall windows with the view of the city.
“Wow,” she breathes. “Is this how you’ve been living since you left?”
I smile. “This is nothing but yes. This is my life. Hotel rooms in different cities, parties, and endless people.”
“A far cry from Airy.”
“I’ve done okay for myself, I think.”
“Yes, you have,” she says, looking out at the city lights. “Is there anything you regret?”
“I think everyone has regrets in some way or another. As for me, I have one. How about you? Any regrets about staying?”
“No,” she says, but I can tell she isn’t telling me the truth.
It would make perfect sense for her to want to leave town. It’s obvious her grandmother is too sick to move anywhere else. Money is another issue.
“What about school? I know you had the grades. I’m sure you could have gotten into the best culinary school in the country. You still can.”
She sighs. “That shipped sailed a long time ago. I don’t regret staying. I hate Airy, but my grandmother is the only family I have left. I wouldn’t trade her for some fancy culinary school when she has taught me everything she knows.”
“What are your plans?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it yet.”
She’s leaving. I can see it in her eyes and the way her cheeks go red under her foundation. She plans to leave and not look back. That just won’t do. I could never let her go.
There is a knock on the door. It’s room service. The hotel staff wheels in a cart with champagne and a meal for two expertly selected. I wanted the best for her.
When they leave, I pull out her chair. Then I uncork the bottle of champagne and pour her a glass.
“How about you?” she asks when I take a seat across from her. “Are you planning to settle down, or will you continue to live your life dangerously?”
I smile. “Both.”
“Who’s the lucky woman?”
“I think you know.”
“Do I?”
“By the time the night is over, you’ll leave here without any doubts.”
“Real smooth.”
I cut into my steak and give her a wink. “You should see me drive.”
“I have, and you were great, by the way,” she praises, taking a sip of her champagne.
Her approval strokes my ego. Being here with her and having dinner after a race feels normal. Like we have been doing this for years. There is no awkward conversation. She isn’t giggling or texting on her phone, telling the world she is with me. I have her full attention, and fuck if she doesn’t have mine.
I can’t wait to have her.
After the table is cleared, I look at her champagne glass and notice it’s half full.
“I’m not much of a drinker.”
“It’s not that. I’m making sure you’re not tipsy.”
“How come?” she asks innocently. “I noticed you haven’t touched yours.”
“Another first. I want to be of sound mind when I’m with you. It’s been a while. I don’t wake up…”
“In a hotel room with a random blonde,” she finishes for me.
“You read up on me?”
“Only the juicy stuff.”
I chuckle. “Oh, there’s plenty of that, but I’m not interested in you to be part of that kind of story.”
“I appreciate that. It’s bad for business.”
“Hm, that depends.”
She raises a brow. “On?”
“How you’re a part of it.”
I want you so much.
“And how do you want me to be a part of it?” She angles her head, her silky straight hair sliding to the side.
She’s flirting with me, and I like it. I like it a lot.
I look around the penthouse and then at her. “Well, you’re the first to be invited to my room. I usually reserve a separate room.”
“Like the one I’m in?”
“It wasn’t for the same purpose. It was so you felt you had space to think. To choose.”
“To have sex?” she says with a challenge in her voice.
“No. That’s up to you.”
She swallows, fingering the edge of her glass. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
“You know I do, but I would never force you. I would never make you feel uncomfortable.”
She shifts in her seat, causing the slit from her dress to open, showing the skin of her thigh almost to her hip. She tries to pull the dress, but she would have to move her leg, and if she does, if she moves an inch, I’ll see all of her.
I don’t move an inch, holding my breath.
“Is this why you chose this dress for me to wear?”
My nostrils flare. I chose it so I can fuck her out of it, but also so she can feel beautiful. So she would never doubt that she isn’t.
My eyes zero in on the spot. I relax in my chair. “What do you think?”
She moves her leg, and I get a perfect view of her pussy. I look up to see the challenge in her gaze. All the blood in my head rushes to my cock.
“I’m not sure what to think.”
“That depends on what you want, Dulce.”
“What do you want, Ford?”
“I think you have a good idea of what I want.” I call her over with my finger. “Come here, beautiful.”
She gets up and walks over, stopping between my legs. I look up when I cup her bare pussy. “Can I have you, Dulce?”
She licks her lips timidly. “Yes.”
My fingers slowly slide between her folds. A whimper escapes her throat, and I have to adjust myself to keep from bending her over the table. “I’ll go slow, and if you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Understood?”
“Okay.”
I get up, moving my hand between her legs. She sucks in a breath. I find the zip on the back. The dress gives way, pooling between us on the floor, leaving her naked before me in just the red heels. “Don’t take your shoes off,” I demand as my fingers slide deeper, feeling how wet she is. I want to drown in her. “Is this for me, Dulce?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, her hair falling to the side like a curtain. Her nipples pebble over upthrust breasts. High and perfect.
“You’re gorgeous, Dulce,” I say hoarsely, pressing my face on her lower belly. Her skin familiar and sweet. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”
I’m struggling. If I take her the way I want, she’ll be frightened. Her fingers slide through my hair like she is testing out the strands as I lick and suck, holding her by her hips. My tongue finds her slit.
“I liked your hair longer,” she confesses.
“It’s not practical when I have to wear a helmet.”
“Oh…”
She is still nervous, and without much thought, I ask, “Have you ever been with someone, Dulce…like this?”
She shakes her head. “Not like?—”
“I understand.” I interrupt, not wanting to ruin the moment, but I had to ask.
It makes my blood burn at the implication of what that means. I have to make this good for her.
I push her back gently so I can get up and carry her bridal style to the main bedroom. I place her on the mattress. She holds herself up on her elbows, watching me undo my dress shirt.
My cock is so hard in my pants, I’m not going to last.
“Place your feet on the edge of the bed and open your legs.”
She hesitates. For a second, I think she might not do it and run, but she does it. I remove my pants, socks, and shoes, kicking them off to the side. Her eyes fall to my cock. It’s hard, hot, and leaking. I fist myself as I step closer to the edge of the bed and stand between her thighs.
“Have you seen a man’s cock before?” I clear my throat. “Like this?”
She shakes her head slowly, and her innocence pours off her, creating havoc within me.
Fuck me. She was a…when…I close my eyes, removing that thought. This is about her and what I want to give her. “Dulce?”
“Ford,” she says softly.
My hand jerks my cock, hot and heavy. Her eyes are on me as I fuck myself.
“Spread your pussy lips, Dulce.” She does, and it’s like fireworks have gone off behind my eyes. I let out a groan as thick ropes of cum paint her pussy and lower belly. Her thighs tremble. “Show me how you play with yourself, baby. Play with my cum.” Her eyes close, and her fingers rub her clit. It’s so fucking hot watching her.
She arches her back, and I can’t take it. I line up with her entrance, pushing her hand away. Her eyes snap open. The head of my cock full of cum rubs her slit.
“Ford,” she gasps, but I don’t stop.
The friction causes heat. Wet sounds.
“You want me inside you, Dulce?” She nods. “Open your pussy for me.”
She spreads her lips, and I push.
Her eyes widen.
She’s tight. Her lips grip the head of my cock like a vise. Like a fucking clamp, and it makes my pulse jackhammer. I ease into her bit by bit. It takes everything in me to keep from plunging into her and fucking her the way I want. Hard and unapologetically.
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back. Praying I can when she grinds her hips.
“I want more,” she begs.
I close my eyes. “I’m trying to hold back. I don’t want to hurt you. I never will.”
“Please,” she mewls, grinding her pussy with my cock halfway inside her. “Don’t hold back. Not for me. You feel too good for it to hurt.”
I grab her thighs and plunge the rest of the way, pumping into her savagely. I expected her to cry out and tell me to pull out and get the fuck off. I didn’t expect the smile of pure pleasure that paints her lips. So I fuck her. I fuck her hard. Our skin slaps. Her red heels dig into my lower back as her tits bounce with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I growl into her neck, nipping on her skin. “I’m going to fuck you, again…and again…until I’m all you think about.”’
“Yes, oh…God…yes,” she cries out. “Ford, I’m going to come.”
I can feel her pussy clenching. Her thighs shake. Sweat drips down my torso to where we are joined. My balls slap against her.
“Come,” I demand, pressing my lips to hers. “Come all over my dick.” She cries out.
I slide my hands under her ass, pressing into her deep as I come for the second time. So fucking deep. I wanted to make sure she never forgets this moment. The moment she became mine in every sense.