With one final thrust, I feel the rush of my release as I explode, leaving me breathless and spent.
Coming back to my body, I realize the thought to grab a condom, something
I am pretty fanatical about, had never crossed my mind. Through the mistakes of others, I’ve learned a couple of things. One, you should always buy your own condoms. And two, as sexy as it can be to have a woman slowly roll it down your cock squeezing as they go, you should always put it on yourself.
Tonight all of that went completely out of my head; not because I know the
establishment makes sure the girls are clean and I had a vasectomy last year, but because Lily is now mine. I don’t care what anyone says, including her, she is mine. It doesn’t matter what games I have to play, or what I have to do—I am
fucking keeping her.
Every good businessman knows it is important to be flexible and seize opportunities when they fall in your lap— literally. I had not planned on her, but I can make the necessary adjustments. Lily is now my future, whether she wants to be or not. Now I only need to convince her, and this was a fucking great start.
13
LILY
“How was that?” the man asks smugly, resting his forehead on
mine as his warm breath tickles my nose.
“Okay,” I answer breathlessly. I am not about to give him
the satisfaction of knowing how, beyond the initial feelings of
uncomfortableness, sex with him had been amazing—the stuff of fantasies.
“Oh, Princess, I think we both know it was better than that,” he chuckles, rolling us onto our sides and holding our connection in place. “You were fucking amazing.”
The hand behind my head pulls me into a gentle, thorough kiss. I open my
mouth in invitation; the taste of this man is becoming an addiction. Wrapping my arm around his neck, I pull myself closer, wanting to feel the connection with him all over again, just as his cock is slipping out from between my legs.
I did not know what I expected from this man, but him as a cuddler after sex
never crossed my mind. I had assumed, wrongly, when we finished, he would pull out roughly, jump off the bed, and leave.
There had been no time for me to fantasize about what it could be like between us if things were different, but this is what I would have dreamed up.
Being with this man was pretty much perfect.
“Let’s go get cleaned up,” he says, breaking the kiss and pulling his head back to meet my eyes.
We both slowly rise from the bed. The man takes hold of my hand as we
make our way to the bathroom.
“They never give you enough fucking towels,” he mutters in annoyance, opening the shower door and turning it on. “Stay in here.”
The man leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Wrapping my arms around my chest for warmth, I move over toward the door and try and listen. He’s picked up the phone and is speaking fucking Mandarin into it.
He slams it down onto its receiver, and I quickly scurry over toward the closed toilet seat and sit down, wrapping my arms around my knees.
“Let’s get you into the shower,” he says, walking back into the bathroom.
Unfolding myself, I take his offered hand and walk into the steaming hot water.
Once inside, I shiver as it hits my chilled skin.
The man pulls me against his chest and rubs my back gently. “Are you warming up?”
“Yes,” I answer, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting myself enjoy
the warmth and comfort of being in his arms. I can hate myself later for it, right now I’m going to take full advantage of the man I have in front of me. That includes giving into the gentle, sweet side that keeps appearing.
“Good.” He steps away and grabs the bar of soap. “Let’s get you cleaned up.
Spread your legs, Princess.”
Biting my lip, I widen my stance. This is the man who has touched, tasted,
watched , and fucked me, but for some insane reason, I feel nervous—shy.
“Good girl,” he whispers, crouching down in front of me and roughly beginning to run his soapy hands up and down my legs. I grab onto his shoulders to steady myself. There is no seduction in his touch when he reaches the apex of my thighs and runs a hand between my legs.
Once he’s satisfied with my cleanliness, he stands and begins cleaning himself. The words offering to do it for him are on my lips, but I can’t seem to bring myself to utter them. That seems a step beyond into utter madness. I should want nothing to do with this man, not be fantasizing about stroking his cock and balls, feeling the weight of them in my hand. Fucking insanity. I shake my head and begin rinsing my hair while I wait for him to finish.
“Now, it’s time for a warm bath,” the man says, stepping out of the shower
