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Chance pulled out of me and lifted me up, carrying me to the shower where he adjusted the temperature and placed me under the soft, hot rain. Then he held me from behind and kissed me tenderly as his cock brushed up against my back.
“You’re amazing, angel. I can’t wait until you’re my wife and you have my name and my children.”
“You want children?” I’d been on the pill for years even though I was a virgin. I’d used it to regulate my periods, and I had never really considered babies.
“Yes, I want everything with you, Carrie. I’ve never wanted these things before you, and I don’t think I could have ever wanted them with anyone else.” He’d always made sure to let me know how special I was, and that those others had never compared to me. It was a sweet gesture, but unnecessary. I saw the way he loved me, and it was enough.
He cradled me in his arms and washed me, soaping up my breasts with a firm grip and then rubbing his soapy hand from my smooth mound to my tender ass. He paid special attention to that area and soon again, his cock hardened.
“Fuck, angel. I’m hard for you again.” He pressed his hips against me, and I moaned turning to face him.
“I’m always ready for you.” I was so horny from his hands rubbing me that I’d almost made the suggestion.
“Greedy girl. You want more don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“Good girl.” He grabbed my hips and aimed his cock at my soaked little slit, and soon w
e were at it again. I’d never get enough.
The End
IT’S NOT OVER YET....THE PARTY HAS JUST STARTED.....
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The Billionaire’s Princess
CHAPTER ONE
“The usual for you, Nico?” I asked, a smile plastered on my face as I poured his cup of coffee.
“Of course, Sophia. Please, and thank you,” the man said. “How you manage to remember my order every single time is beyond me. And it's very impressive given the fact that I only come in every few weeks.”
“Well, what can I say? Maybe it's just hard to forget a sharp dressed businessman like yourself,” I said with a wink.
Flirting with Nico – even though he was a bit older than me – was always fun. Harmless fun. Beyond knowing that he liked his eggs runny, his bacon crispy, and his toast lightly buttered, I actually knew very little about the man who came in wearing freshly pressed, expertly tailored suits and ties. Other than what he wanted for breakfast, the man was a complete mystery to me. I didn't even know his last name.
As I put in his order, I glanced up and noticed him watching me closely.
“How are your folks?” he asked. “I haven't seen your dad in here in a while.”
I cringed inwardly at the mention of my father. To be perfectly honest, things were not going well with him or my family. But that was a private, in-house matter. We weren't supposed to let anyone know what was going on behind the scenes.
“They're good,” I lied. “Everybody's good. Thanks for asking.”
“Really?” Nico asked, skepticism coloring his voice, his eyebrow raised.
“Really,” I said, smiling brightly as I turned away from him to make fresh coffee – and to avoid a gaze that seemed to see and know far too much; at least, more than I was comfortable with.
Still, even with my back turned to him, I felt Nico's eyes on me. He was watching me, studying me with those eyes that seemed to see through me. Although, I wasn't sure if he was watching me from a pure sociological perspective, or if he was just plain checking me out.
I decided that there was no way he was actually interested in me. He was, after all, almost twice my age. Even though he was very easy on the eyes, and always wore expensive-looking suits, he was always kind and respectful. He was also never demeaning or pervy with me either – which was a sharp contrast from some of the other business types who frequented the diner.
Nico was a gentleman, and was always on his best behavior, which, I appreciated.
