“What’s her name.”
“Charlotte Prescott.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line.
“You there?” I ask.
“Not Harold Prescott’s daughter?”
“That’s her.”
“Fuck.” I hear him typing, and I know he’s Googling her estimated wealth. “Spence, you need to cover yourself. Don’t be stupid and walk away from that fortune. If you marry her, you’re entitled to it.”
“I don’t want it.” I roll my eyes as I feel my anger begin to bubble. “Just write me up the fucking contract, okay?”
He exhales heavily. “Think this through, will you?”
“No. Can you do me the contract, or will I get someone else to do it? I don’t want a single penny of her fucking money.”
“Four billion pounds, Spencer.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Get the contract to me as soon as possible.”
“You’re an idiot if you sign this.”
“Stop pissing me off,” I snarl.
“You pay me for advice. My advice to you is to not sign a cohabitation agreement. Not if she’s not asking for one.”
“Goodbye, Alan. Email me the contract tomorrow, please.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sighs.
I hang up and stuff my phone into my pocket angrily. For fuck’s sake, why can’t Charlotte be a broke orphan? My feelings for her would be the same and I wouldn’t have to deal with all this fucking bullshit that goes with her name. I inhale heavily to try and calm myself down, and I take the elevator up to her floor and apartment. I walk in and close the door behind me, and suddenly I feel calm.
It’s a peaceful calm that I only get from being alone with Charlotte.
It’s just me, her, and all the rest of the bullshit is on the other side of that door.
“Angel?” I call.
“Up here.” I hear her sweet voice call from the bedroom upstairs.
“I hope you’re naked.”
She laughs, and I know she is. I smile and take the stairs two at a time.
I walk into the bedroom to find her lying in bed. Steam is flowing from the bathroom, and I know she’s freshly showered.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi.” I feel the blood start to rush to my cock.
“Everything all right?”
“It is now.”
“Now?”
“Now that I’m here with you.”
She smiles softly and holds her arms up for me to go to her. She’s in her robe, lying on her back which is propped up against the pillows. The smell of her soap floats through the air.
“Are you naked and in bed for any particular reason?” I ask.
She smiles and gets up onto her knees, crawling over to the side of the bed. I bend and kiss her. Her lips are big and soft, and all coherent thought begins to leave me.
I can’t think when she’s naked near me. I lose my ability to think clearly.
“I’m naked for my man.” She pulls me to her by the suit pants. I watch on as she slowly slides down my zipper and kisses my cock through my briefs.
I run my fingers through her hair as I watch her. She’s blossoming before my eyes.
Every day, a little more of her sexuality comes out. She becomes a little more daring and I feel myself fall that little bit harder. She kisses me through my black boxers. I kick off my shoes and push my trousers down. She takes off her robe and then goes up onto her knees, unbuttoning my shirt as I smile down at her. I’m conscious that I need to let her take the lead whenever she wants to.
Slowly but surely, she’s getting there—getting to the place where soon I’ll be able to take her as I want to. It took her a week just to be comfortable being naked in front of me.
It’s been hard holding myself back, to consider her needs before mine, because I’m petrified of hurting her.
She slides my shirt over my shoulders, and then her hands drop to my boxers, and she slides them down my legs. Her hand goes around my cock, and a deep rumbling begins in my balls. I put my hand over hers to guide her, slowly stroking myself as she watches on in wonder. Pre-ejaculate beads at the head.
“Lick me, angel,” I whisper, brushing her hair back from her forehead. “Taste me.”
She smiles and in slow motion bends. I watch as her tongue slides out and over my end. I clench my stomach in appreciation.
Every time, every fucking time I’m with her, I have to concentrate not to blow too soon.
She’s too perfect.
This, what’s between us, is too perfect.
She takes me into her mouth, and with her eyes glued on mine, she takes me deep down her throat.
Fuck.
My mouth falls open as I watch on. Her eyes are closed.
No man has ever had her before. I had my suspicions. I thought I felt her hymen break but I wondered if it were wishful thinking on my part. Thank God it wasn’t.
She’s mine. All mine.
As she sucks, I close my eyes, and drop my head back. It’s so good.
I need it harder… so much harder. I put my hand over hers as it follows her lips, and I stroke myself harder. “Like this,” I whisper to show her.
She nods and follows my lead, making me hiss in appreciation.
I lift my foot to rest it on the bed next to her. Watching her naked and sucking my cock is too much to bear. I push her back to the mattress and hover over her.
“Open your legs.”
She smiles and arches her back off the mattress. My eyes roam down her body, to large, firm breasts, hourglass hips, and a small patch of perfectly groomed, light pubic hair. Her legs are long, toned, and currently spread wide just for me. But it’s the look of hunger in her eyes that turns me on. She wants me, she wants what I can give her… and only me. Nobody has ever touched her.
She’s every man’s fucking wet dream.
Unable to help it, I take my cock back in my hand and begin to fist it hard. My jaw is clenched as I work myself.
“Touch yourself,” I instruct.
Her eyes widen as I jerk my cock harder. Fuck, I want to come. I want to come looking at her. I want to come on her… in her.
My shoulder flexes as I grip my cock with white knuckle force, and her back arches again off the mattress again.
“Spence,” she pleads. “I need you.”
I grab the lube from the wardrobe as quickly as I can, and squeeze it out onto my fingers then through her soft, wet flesh. It’s practically pulsing beneath my fingertips.
“You feel so fucking good, angel,” I whisper as I bend and take her nipple into my mouth. I suck it hard and slow, just how she likes it.
“Hurry,” she moans.
I smile. This sense of urgency from her is new.
I like it.
“I’ve got to warm you up, baby,” I whisper as my fingers circle through her swollen lips and over her clitoris.
“No, now.”
All I can see is her.
I roll a condom on, climb over her, and spread her legs wider so that they touch the mattress. Then I line myself up at her opening.
“For God’s sake, hurry up, Spencer,” she gasps, frustrated.
I chuckle and lift her right leg, placing her foot onto my chest. Her eyes widen. “This one’s going to be deep, baby,” I whisper. “That okay?”
I see fear flash in her eyes before she disguises it and nods softly.
I pull the end of my cock back and forth through her lips, enjoying the way she hums in appreciation.
Don’t hurt her, don’t hurt her, don’t hurt her.
The usual mantra runs through my mind. Every time we have sex, I repeat this in my head over and over again. I never want her to be scared of me. I push forward at once, and she cries out as searing pleasure sucks my cock in.
So… wet. So fucking tight. I can feel every muscle inside of her as it contracts and ripples around me.
Mine. I pull out and her eyes dilate. My breath quivers in appreciation.
So.
Fucking.
Good.
I press my hands above her shoulders to pin her in position, and then holding myself up with straightened arms, I pull out and push back in again. My knees are wide to give me better traction.
She moans and her hands go to my behind.
I do it again and again, and soon we have a rhythm, and she begins to thrash beneath me.
“Spence,” she moans.
I clench my jaw to try and hold it, to stop myself from coming, but she’s too beautiful.