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His hand in my hair tugs me off and I gaze up at him, tears in my eyes from gagging and he tells me, “you don’t have to take me all the way. I know you’re new at this. I feel honored you tried.” He leans down and kisses my wet lips.
“Lie on your back.”
I do as he says scooting my back against the bed, trusting him implicitly, knowing he would never hurt me.
“Legs spread.”
Why does his ordering me around turn me on so much. Every time he tells me to do something, my thighs tighten and my pussy flutters wanting to be filled by him.
Pain strikes my thigh. “Concentrate. I said legs spread. Do it.”
I spread them immediately, waiting to see what he does next. He looks down at me, a stern, disappointed look on his face. I don’t want him disappointed at me. Panic fills my heart, fluttering around in my chest like a lost bird. He must see some of it on my face because his softens and he kisses my lips again.
Words fail me, I can’t speak and he lies on his front between my legs, his hands grasp my thighs spreading them more. His mouth is there, right where I need him, eating me out. Oh my. Fuck.
His tongue is magic on my clit, lapping and flicking, making my body zap with enough electricity to light up Los Angeles. I gasp, moan and my hands scrabble at the comforter, for what I don’t know because I don’t want him to stop. Ever.
He stops just before my orgasm and I cry out grasping at his naked body. I don’t know when he got completely naked since I was sucking his dick and then he was me. Other things on my mind.
“What the…” That’s all I get to complain, I’m hauled up, my legs placed over his shoulders, his face back in my pussy. He goes back to licking and sucking and getting as much of me as he can. Pure nirvana. Finally. The orgasm is pure bliss and I haven’t come down from that high before he manipulates my body like I’m the toy he’s bought and he has me on my hands and knees, plowing into me without anymore foreplay. Not that he needs any.
The smacks of our bodies together is a wet, debauched song I want to continue. He grunts and gets harder as he punches his body into me. I’m going to be so sore, his hand smacks onto my ass one strike after another. I can feel myself drip down the inside of my thighs and I’m sure onto him, lubricating him even more. I grunt with every thwack on my ass and every push into me. It feels like he’s reaching for my heart, trying to destroy me for any imaginary man I could have in the future, like I could after this.
He reaches forward, grabbing my breasts, twisting and pulling my nipples with the clap of our bodies together. It’s too much. I want this feeling to stop. To go on forever. I can’t get enough, it’s too much. I grit my teeth and open my mouth wide on a moaning whine, my eyes drift closed.
Griff floods me with his cum, his body stiff and jerking as he fills me, voice growling his orgasm. He collapses and falls onto his side next to me, then his back, his chest rises and falls fast with his breaths, sweat coats his body. I turn to my side facing him, finally getting really good looks at his tattoos. You can’t tell he has them when he’s dressed, but naked like this? Yum. There’s an open book with pages fluttering and no words. Skulls with a gun under it. Not sure what that’s about. Very macabre. No idea what they all mean. My fingers trail over his soft skin over hard muscles, for a forty-year-old man he’s in great shape. Better shape than I’m in at twenty-one.
He opens his beautiful brown eyes and meets mine, “stay with me for more than the three months agreed upon.”
TWO DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS AT THE COMPANY CHRISTMAS PARTY
I feel like I’m right where I was before Thanksgiving. Max in front of me, nervous as all fuck. I’ve had reports on how he’s been doing and so far doing everything he’s been told. I don’t hold out hope it’ll stay that way. He has an addictive personality and women are his addiction. His wife is finally divorcing his sorry ass and he’ll be going back to London after the holidays. And that’s what we’re discussing. I don’t need him but he definitely needs me.
“I want Katrina to come back to London with me. I think it’ll be good for her to get away from here and start somewhere new.” He adjusts himself in his chair. Nervous. In other words he wants to get her away from me. Not going to happen. She’s mine. Forever.
“No.”
His jaw drops at my single word. He wasn’t expecting that. “But…but.”
“My answer isn’t going to change.”
“You can’t do that.” His protests are annoying flies that need to be swatted out of existence. He still doesn’t realize his words have no meaning or worth.
“I can and I have. If you want to visit your daughter you can but she’s not going back with you.” I hold the coin my uncle gave me in my palm, the heat from my skin warming the metal. He was more of a father to me than my own father was. If Uncle Matt hadn’t died so soon maybe he might have married my mother. Now that I think on it there might have been a spark between them, that my father’s continuous mistresses, made them closer. I miss my uncle more than my own father.
“You can’t do that. She’s my daughter and an adult.” He whines.
“Ask her yourself when she gets up here. She should be here any time now.” I’m not worried, we’ve become even closer in the time since Thanksgiving. I actually have something to give her in the front pocket of my slacks. I’m almost positive she’ll say yes but there’s still that slight doubt she’ll surprise me and say no. Sometimes I’m not quite sure what she’ll do. She definitely keeps me on my toes.
I glance down at the Jaeger-LeCoultre Polaris watch on my wrist. Yup. Anytime now. As if I called to her the door to my office opens and she sweeps in, a red Versace dress reaching her ankles, a slit up the side of her round thigh. Sexy and yet stylish. Max stares at her as if he’s never seen her before. Yes, she is a different woman than she was last month. More confident in herself, still wearing red glasses I love so much.
Max’s jaw drops further at the sight of his daughter. He’s never seen her so self assured, so strong. She’s finally come into herself. I don’t want to say it’s my influence, I think it’s a combination of our love for each other and her becoming more confident in herself.
“Kitty Kat, wha…what?”
“Hey, Dad. How are you? Looks like London agrees with you.” She comes over to me, leans against my body and we kiss each other. She gives me a soft smile, her hand comes up to my face and swipes her thumb against my bottom lip. “Got to get that lipstick left behind.”
I bend down, wrapping my arms around her, bending her down backwards, she giggles at me and I give her a long, hard kiss smearing her red lipstick all over my mouth. “I want everyone to know I’m taken by you.”
