“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.