“You’re making me feel like I’m back in high school again,” Zander coos. “I’m not going to be able to last. Not this time. You’re making me want to come so hard.”
I clench down tighter on him, his words slipping into my ear like a drug. His strong, blue eyes hold me in place. Even if I wanted to go somewhere, it wouldn’t be possible. I moan again as the golden pressure builds inside me, swelling to an impossible limit.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks.
“No, I’m not—”
“Good,” he growls. “I’m going to pump my load inside you, sweetie. Nothing can stop me now. And if you get pregnant, so be it. You’re mine now anyway.”
I can feel the wet between my thighs. More drips out of me as I feel his cock pulse. And then it happens.
A hot jet sprays inside of me. It’s like a switch – a trigger that sends me soaring. Another orgasm, even more powerful than the last, grips my body and shakes me to my core.
Maybe I’m weird, but the idea of doing it raw like this and letting him come inside me on my first time – a man I just met today – unleashes a new kind of arousal I’ve never known. My hips twist, my thighs clamp down, and I wrap my legs around his strong waist as he fills me with his seed.
His breath catches, and he grunts and slumps down on top of me, his powerful heartbeat thudding through his chest into mine.
We lay there, me absentmindedly stroking his back muscles with a finger as his cum begins to drip out of me. He’s still hard inside. I almost wonder if he can keep going, but I don’t think I could. I need a minute. I need to recuperate—take in what just happened.
“That was so hot…” I confess.
“You let me cum inside you,” he whispers.
“I loved it.”
“You know my secret now, sweetie,” he says gently. “But even if you didn’t, there’s still no way I could ever let you go.”
5
Zander
I’m in awe as I stare at the back of Amory’s neck, bathed in moonlight, forming a perfect line down to her delicate shoulders, leading my eyes down into the valley of her waist and up the rolling hills of her hips, down her perfect ass to her coltish legs that held me inside her when I claimed her.
I didn’t hire a decorator; I did it all myself. Every couch, table, chair, and piece of art was handpicked by me. I even had a spot picked out for the Picasso, but as I stare at the beautiful woman in bed beside me, I know none of it compares to her. Not even close.
But I built my empire on being cold, calculating, and unflinching. And I can already feel that part of me starting to shift. It’s all because of her. What if my relationship with her changes me? What if it makes me less of a businessman? If I’m forced to choose between my work and her, then that’s no choice at all.
I choose her.
Doing my best to keep quiet, I slide out of bed and make my way into the bathroom. I splash water on my face, and when I look up, see her standing behind me, her right foot hooked behind her left ankle, looking absolutely adorable, wearing nothing but her panties, her arms crossed across her perfect breasts.
An angel who walked into my life.
She’s standing beneath a Monet that I lifted three years ago, but its beauty pales in comparison to hers.
“Your eyes…” she says softly.
“What about them?”
“They make me feel so small.”
Smiling, I wrap her in my arms and feel my cock swell to half-mast. “You are so small.”
“Compared to you,” she whispers.
“I’m the only man you need to compare yourself to, sweetie. Now that you’re mine.”
For some reason, she won’t look at me; she just keeps her face buried in my chest. Every time I try to make our eyes meet, she twists away. “Oh, now you’re shy? With my load still dripping out of you?”
“Stop!” she laughs, replying with a playful slap to my shoulder. “I—I’m new to all this.”
“It sure didn’t feel that way,” I tell her. Christ, just remembering the feel of her virgin pussy stretching around my cock has me ready to go again. I reach between her legs and gently tug her panties to the side, exposing her pussy, which is soaked and ready for me. “Mmm, so it’s not just me that’s ready for round two.”
“I…I’m still sore, Zander.” She says it like it’s a horrible confession, but all I do is smile.
“You will be,” I reply. “Until you get used to me. But we have all the time in the world for that.”
I wait for her reply, but it never comes. Finally, I lift her chin gently and force her to look at me, and when I do, I see a look on her face that shakes me. I may not have seen that look recently, but I remember it from when I was young; it’s the look a girl gives you when she is about to say something she knows you won’t like.
“What?” I ask. “What is it, Amory?”
“The detective last night…” she replies. “What if he catches you?”
Jesus, that’s it? I breathe a sigh of relief and brush a lock of hair from her face. “Childers thinks he’s smart, but he’s just chasing the crumbs I leave for him. He’s nothing to worry about.”
“Zander…you came in me last night. What if I get pregnant, have our child and then…and then—”
“Stop,” I tell her, silencing her with a finger over her lips. “Never gonna happen. I promise you. And I’m a man of my word. Do you believe that?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I smile. “Because, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
I wet my middle finger inside her and trace the line of her slit to her slick nub and begin to circle it gently. Just because she’s sore doesn’t mean she can’t feel pleasure. And there’s nothing I want to do more now than please her.
My angel.
“Zander…” Her fingers bunch around my shoulders as she lays her head against my chest. Within seconds, her legs begin to shiver, and I cup her ass with my other hand to keep her from falling. Her breath becomes heavy, and I feel her heart rate rise. Her perky tits pressed against my chest have my cock ready to slide back inside, but not yet. She needs time to recover. After all, she was a virgin last night.
When her body shakes, I press my finger down and hold. Her moan escapes her lips and washes over me like music. The soft flesh of her ass jiggles gently in my grip, and she lifts her mouth to mine. She accepts my kiss as she comes, and I hold her in my embrace until she comes down. Only then does she open her eyes to mine.
“Wow. You’re good.”
“Sweetie, I’ll do that for you every goddamn day.” I smile. “Morning and night. Shit, you won’t be able to keep me off you.”
We shower together, wash each other, and get dressed together. I have my men bring in a whole rack of clothes for her to choose from, but honestly, I just want her to stay in my gym shorts and T-shirt. She doesn’t have to try to impress me; I’m already smitten.
She makes us breakfast—scrambled eggs with chives, avocado and toast—and I show her the rest of the house, smiling at how many times she says, “I can’t believe you have that in your home!” I stop in the back office and look at her.