Again, I’m left gasping. Five grand a week is twenty thousand month, which is almost as much as I make in a year! The CEO position must pay well.
But Paul merely smiles, cupping my face gently in his hands. He kisses me softly at first, and the liplock quickly grows passionate. Soon, he’s got a big hand in the vee of my robe, fondling a creamy breast before stopping and pressing his forehead to mine.
“Just say yes already,” he rasps. “You know you want to.”
Hot tingles are running from my tit to my pussy as he tugs on a pink nipple.
“Oh! Yes, Paul.”
I have no idea if I’m saying yes to his proposition, or yes to the incredible way he makes me feel, but the CEO is relentless. His lips descend on mine once more as he eases the robe off my shoulders.
“Good,” he growls into my mouth. “You’re all mine now, Nella. No one touches you but me.”
With that, we consummate our deal right here on the kitchen table. Soon, the alpha male has me gasping and panting, our pancake breakfast long forgotten. But it feels good to be with Paul, and as I give into his commands, the woman inside relishes the way he makes me quiver. After all, I always thought I wanted to be in the driver’s seat, but with the handsome man, it feels good to be taken care of instead.
5
Paul
“So how did your date with Nella go?” my sister in law asks, her eyes bright. “Was it amazing or what?”
I chuckle because Marley’s about to fall off her chair from curiosity, although she’s trying to hide it. It makes sense though. Nella’s one of her best friends, and I’m her brother in law, so she knows us both well. Why wouldn’t the date be amazing?
“It was good,” I say with a grin. “Why, what did she tell you?”
“Oh my god!” Marley squeals. “I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to her yet, so I need to get the deets from you!”
I chuckle because I’m currently at Marley and Justin’s house, playing with their two daughters, Missy and Molly. I never thought of my cousin as a family man, but seeing how Justin dotes on the two munchkins has completely changed my image of him. I used to think of my cousin as a hard-driving career-oriented guy, but he’s actually stepped back from NYC Repo to spend time with his kids. That’s why I’m the CEO now. Justin wanted to give me space to move up, in addition to focusing more on family.
“I told you, it was a good time,” I reiterate nonchalantly.
“Yeah, and that’s all you told me!” Marley retorts, practically falling off the edge of her chair now. My one-year-old niece Missy stirs a bit against her mother’s breast and Marley coos to the baby and rocks her gently, easing her back to sleep.
Suddenly, an image flashes in my mind. What would it be like to see Nella holding my child in her arms? I can imagine the curvy brunette glowing with pleasure while cuddling a baby close. Even more, I can visualize the beautiful woman growing round and heavy with pregnancy, her stomach distended as her breasts swell and expand, preparing for a gift from the stork.
But then I shake myself out of my stupor. Am I going crazy? Nella and I basically just met, and yet I can already imagine a long-term relationship with the beautiful woman. Not only that, but it feels right to see her as the mother of my children. We’re certainly making love non-stop, so it would be easy to get her pregnant.
“My friend, just give my wife some details, for my sake please!” Justin growls from the side. “Marley’s been driving herself crazy the last week wondering about it.” He’s had a few beers tonight and is starting to let loose. His wife shoots him a warning look.
“Please, Justin. I know you want to know just as much as I do.”
He merely takes another swig of his beer before grinning.
“Yeah, maybe,” he acknowledges. “Nella’s a sassy one, so I’m wondering how she handled cuzzy-wuzzy here.”
Luckily for me, my older niece comes running into the room so I don’t have to reply. Molly’s jet-black curls form ringlets that frame her tiny face. They bounce up and down as she skips across the room before doing a quick twirl, squealing happily. Then she plummets into my lap.
“Uncle Paul!” comes her shriek. “Pauly-Wolly!” Her blue eyes are open wide in amusement as she wriggles with total joy.
I can’t resist and begin tickling her.
“Hey Molly-Wolly,” I chuckle. “How are you?”
She alternates between belly laughs and high-pitched squeals as I go crazy with the tickling. She’s clutching the doll I gave her for her birthday against her chest and practically screaming with laughter now.