As I watch Donna come on my dick, I smile like a king.Sheโs mine now. Itโs official.I thought Iโd lost her. But now Iโm never going to let her go. Princess Donna, the rich, city girl who walked into my shop like royalty, and now Iโm taking her virginity on the couch in the break room.Her sweet virgin cunt is clenched like a fist around my cock. I can barely even move when I try to start fucking her again, and grin as her body twitches with the aftershock of what I know was the best orgasm of her life.I see her pupils dilate as she brings her beautiful eyes to mine again. She looks so fucking sexy with her lipstick smeared across her face like that and her perfect hairdo all messed up. Her long, smooth legs are wrapped around my waist and my shirt is hiked up over her perfect rack.Iโm not going to be able to last long, I know that. But Iโm also not letting her out of my sight again, and there will be plenty of time today for Round Two, Three, Four, FiveโฆIโm not going to stop until
One month laterโฆI can hardly contain myself as I pull up to the shop in my new beater. Itโs not even close to the Bentley, but I donโt care. In fact, I kind of like it. The passenger side window sticks, so Iโve made sure to not let anybody roll it down, and it doesnโt have Bluetooth for my phone, but Vincent assured me the engine is solid and the AC is so cold it almost makes snow. But the car is the smallest, most inconsequential change that Iโve gone through in the last month.I told Ruth I wasnโt going to marry Bradley. Her response was about what I expected; first, she got indignant and asked me if I was crazy, then she tried to be nice and persuade me that being taken care of by him and his money would be best for me. Then when she saw I wasnโt going to budge, she threw a hissy fit and broke a few glasses and some plates.โYouโre just going to run off with some jerk who does oil changes for a living?โ she shouted at me. Her classism was despicable. โDo you know the kind of life
Four years laterโฆโCan you believe it? Over 210,000 follows!?โโI can believe it,โ my gorgeous husband purrs in my ear. โYouโre that good.โI stare in awe at my follower count on my Instagram page โ no, not that kind of Instagram page, itโs a page I started after Vincent saw my sketchbook one day.โThose are great!โ I remember him telling me as I sat on the front steps under the sun. โYou should put them online!โIโd been reluctant at first, but after a few months of him persisting, I finally gave in and made the account. I didnโt use my real name to start, but once I saw the response to my work, I revealed my identity.It just feels so good to know that there are people out there who like what I do. Iโve had a few pieces up at the coffee shop in town, and have had a ton of requests for prints and originals from people online. Vincent keeps joking that heโs going to be able to close the shop one day once I start โmaking millionsโ from my art.I sigh one of those super-content-happy si
Gunsyn Krovsky is a devil.The most feared kingpin in the ruthless Russian Mafia, he has the world on the palm of his hands. When Irene witnesses one of his murders, he knows she must be taken care of and made to keep shut, perhaps for the rest of her life.But there's something about Irene, something that keeps him from eliminating her right away. She's smashed into his soul, and makes him rethink everything. His empire, his life, his worth, his future. More so, she has something he desperately needs.But once the devil gets his taste, will be let her go free? Or will he make Irene his forever?---------------------1 - Irene.โWhy are men such wimps these days? Is it that hard to just ask a girl out?โKyle grins and shakes his head as he throws another portion of fries in the fryer. โDonโt you have a date tonight, Irene?โโOnly because Breanna set it up for me,โ I reply as I clock out.โShe really wanted that studly investment banker dude to offer to be her sugar daddy,โ Chris, the
Talk about getting off to a rough start. Part of me wants to just make up an excuse and go home, but then again, this is my first real date and maybe Iโm just being overly critical. Or maybe Iโm nervous and Iโm letting that color my view of Jerry. Breanna always says that me losing my dad when I was eleven has made me โawkward and stupidโ around men, and she might have a point.But as we talk, I feel more and more like Iโm not talking to a man, but a shapeless lump of Play-Doh or some kind of off-white paint that canโt decide if it wants to be white, yellow, or vomit green.โSo you like working at the diner?โ he asks me for the second time.I sigh and give him the same answer.โNo, not really.โI glance around the bar, hoping to find something interesting to talk about. But itโs basically a pretty average crowd. Couples, three girls on a birthday night out, a couple of old men at the end of the bar, and a bartender with a bunch of piercings who looks ready to go home. But just as Iโm
As the man moves toward me, my body finally wakes up, and I remember how to move my legs. But as I turn to run, my hands forget how to hold things and I drop my phone and purse onto the pavement.โHelp!โ I cry out. My voice echoes off the lonely walls of the alley. I hear the sound of quickened steps behind me. My body goes tense, preparing itself for the stab in the back Iโm surely about to receive. I open my mouth to scream again, but a rough palm clasps my lips and squeezes my jaw shut, causing me to almost bite my tongue.โOh, no, no, no,โ my attacker whispers in my ear. โDonโt do that, beautiful. You really donโt want to do that.โI brace myself as tears spill from my eyes.Heโs going to kill me. Iโm about to be lying on the pavement, dead, just like that poor man he just murdered. And thereโs nothing I can do about it.โChrist, what a turn of events,โ he growls, pulling me close. Heโs enormous and towers over me like a wild beast, his muscled body threatening to crush mine again
Again, I canโt move. Itโs like Iโm back in the alley with my eyes on his murderous blade.Gunsyn looms over me like a giant, his hulking frame poised, taut and deadly, his broad shoulders threatening to tear the fabric of his gray, button-down shirt. I search his eyes, hoping to find a sign of weakness or some sign that he might not be serious. But all I see is cold determination supporting a fierce desire. Thereโs no question about it; he wants me. In fact, I donโt think Iโve ever seen such lust in a manโs eyes, and I hate myself for being flattered by it.โFine,โ he says, tossing the knife in the corner by the door. โIf you wonโt do it for me, I will.โI stagger back as he advances on me. My back hits the solid concrete wall and knocks the breath from my lungs. As I gasp, Gunsyn reaches out and snatches me by the throat and pins me in place. His hand is rough, strong, dominant, and unyielding. I reach up and grasp his wrist with both hands, trying to break his grip on me, but itโs f
I could kill myself for not wearing panties today. Itโs not because I had a date with Jerry or anything; itโs just literally because I was doing laundry and it didnโt finish before I had to go to work. But now, Gunsyn is going to think I was planning on giving it up tonight.โMaybe you are not so innocent after all,โ he says, his voice suddenly lower and more threatening. โWhat kind of good girl virgin goes out without panties on?โHe moves in on me, so close I can feel his body heat. Gunsyn is an alpha in every sense of the word. Jerry is so far on the other end of the spectrum that โbetaโ wouldnโt even cover it. Weโd have to invent a new term for guys like him. I canโt even understand how the two of them could exist in the same universe. Iโm pretty sure that if Jerry tried this on me, I could kick his ass and run.But doing that to Gunsyn? Never.His eyes are primal, reflecting a breeding instinct developed over millions of years. Iโm flesh to him. A womanly body and a hole he wants
I love everything about our little seaside village of Ferragudo, but itโs especially magical in the early hours of the morning, when only the fish and the birds are awake. I love coming out onto our deck to observe the calm, quiet world. Usually, I can even manage to get a good page or two written before the kids wake up.I curl my hands around my mug of coffee, the tendrils of steam evaporating into the cool air, and smile before taking a sip. The last ten years have been better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Finn and I had the most beautiful wedding right here on the beach, just a few miles away from where we now live.The ceremony was small and intimate and absolutely perfect. Finn cried, and yeah, I was a blubbering mess by the end as well. Standing there next to him, peering into those deep brown eyes while the waves tickled my feet was one of the greatest moments of my life. I finally felt like I was right where I belonged, with someone who wanted me as much as I wan
Zarina slumps over the balcony as I pull out of her, our combined releases dripping down her thighs. Jesus, Iโm almost ready to go again at the sight. Spinning her around, I scoop my woman up in my arms and carry her to my bed, ridding her of her clothes before stripping down and crawling in beside her.She snuggles up next to me and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her closer into my side. โI love you so damn much,โ I whisper into the top of her head. She sighs so sweetly, her breath tickling my bare chest.โI love you, too. Thank you.โโFor what?โZarina props herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. โFor...everything. I...I donโt know how to explain it. Like your letter said, we havenโt known each other that long, but in a way, we have. I know you. I feel you right here,โ she whispers, placing my hand over her heart. I slide it up her chest and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss.โI feel you, too,โ I murmur against her lips.โDid...d
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up to my apartment. I've traveled from city to city and country to country over the last nineteen years, but this little apartment has served as home base in between gigs. I want something so much grander for my wife-to-be, but this will have to do for now.โItโs beautiful,โ Zarina whispers as I help her out of the cab. The building itself is painted white, matching the other homes and buildings here in Ferragudo, Portugal. The seaside town is quite breathtaking and picturesque with boats adorning the shores and whitewashed homes dotting the skyline.โYouโre beautiful,โ I say with a grin when she rolls her eyes. โNow letโs get inside before I lose my mind.โI drag my Zarina through the lobby of the apartment building, almost forgetting her damn luggage again. She giggles and spins around in my arms once we step inside the elevator, getting up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and haul her into my chest, groaning when I feel
I wipe a sweaty palm on my jeans and tighten my hold on the bouquet of wildflowers I gathered from one of my favorite parks overlooking the ocean. The plane should be landing any minute now, and I pray to every god I can think of that my babygirl is on it.These last three days have been absolute misery without her. I knew Darren would be upset, but I underestimated his temper, as well as his connections. After we gave our statements about what happened in the hotel room, Darren talked to the officers and apparently greased the wheels to have me fucking deported.After an arduous and humiliating journey back to Portugal in cuffs, I spent the night in a holding cell. I was released yesterday when they realized the charges were bogus, but TSA took my passport, so there was no way to hop on the next plane back to New York.And God, thatโs all Iโve wanted to do. I wonโt rest until Zarina is in my arms again. I need to hold her, to look at her sharp, beautiful eyes and tell her I love her.
Over and over, picture after picture, Finn poured his heart out to me. That day at the farmers market he told me he communicated better with photos, but I think his words are just as powerful.Underneath the pile of photos, I see a letter folded up. I reach for it, handling it like a sacred document. To me, it is. Something falls out of the letter when I unfold it. Picking up the scrap of paper, I gasp when I see itโs a plane ticket to Portugal. My name is at the top, along with tomorrowโs date. Was this his plan all along? Was he going to bring me back to Portugal with him?I set the ticket down on the bed and reach for the letter again, hoping to find the answers to my questions.Zarina, my beautiful babygirl,I love every moment of every day with you. Everything you do is enchanting. Magical. I didnโt know what was missing in my life until you flashed those eyes at me and challenged me for control.We havenโt known each other long, but at the same time, my soul knows yours. You fee
Three days. Itโs been three days since Miriam hauled me out of the hotel. Three days since Finn made love to me. Three days since my heart was healed and then shattered.Where is he? What happened? Finn told me he loved me, but the doubts are starting to creep in.That first day, I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I was so certain I would wake up next to my Daddy, but when I blinked my swollen eyes open, I was alone, just like I always am. I barely left my room the second day, only venturing out into the house to use the bathroom or grab something to eat.My father wonโt even look at me. Heโs hardly spoken ten words to me in the last few days. All I know is that he and Miriam got a call when they landed in Bora Bora from someone who saw Finn kissing me at the wedding. According to Miriam, I ruined her wedding and made a fool out of myself and my family.Last night, my dad told me he set up an interview with the dean of NYU next week to discuss my schedule for the fall. M
I feel her pussy knot around my shaft, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Zarina inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.โBreathe,โ I say to myself as much as her.Zarina gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Zarina leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When Iโm done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, Iโm spinning her around and placi
I strip out of what little clothes I have left on and then practically tear Zarinaโs dress off of her, leaving her in a matching bra and panty set.โHey!โ she shrieks and then giggles. โBe careful! I donโt want you ruining another dress of mine.โI kiss her neck, needing my lips to be on some part of her body right this goddamn second. โIโll buy you a new one,โ I grunt, biting and kissing her again.I slide my hands down her body, gripping her thighs and lifting her gorgeous, curvy body up into my arms. She gasps and hooks her ankles behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.โFuck, I need you,โ I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.โIโm yours, Daddy,โ she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs me, too.โTake a shower with me.โ Itโs not a question, itโs a command.She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me in for another kiss.I carry her into th
We walk silently through the market and take a cab back to the house, where I direct Zarina to pack an overnight bag. The sassy little smirk she gives me nearly has me tossing her on her bed and burying my cock between her pouty lips, but I manage to restrain myself.Once weโre packed up, I order an Uber to Four Seasons, ready to show my little love everything sheโs asking for. Zarina smiles at me and snuggles into my side, content to let me take care of every little detail.My chest swells up with pride when I step out of the car and hold my hand out for my babygirl. She doesnโt hesitate to take my hand and let me lead her through the opulent lobby and onto the private elevator. I love that she trusts me like this. As soon as the doors shut, I slide my hands down her body and grip her hips, pulling her back against my front.She moans softly, melting into me as I trail kisses up and down her neck. My hands roam up her generous curves until Iโm cupping her breasts. Zarina gasps and th