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Authors: Eliza DeGaulle
The Billion Dollar Sitter (19 page)
He stripped himself. I saw his thick, muscular thighs. His wonderful ass. As he turned around for me, I saw his cock, pulsing hard and strong for me. A month's worth of lust stored up, seeing me naked in front of him brought it all rushing back. He climbed back up on top of me. His cock pressed teasingly on to my clit, as he leaned in and shared another loving kiss with me.
"I remember your words, Marci. You wanted me to declare my love for you if I wanted to fuck you full of my seed again. I have. I love you, so, my young beauty. Do you still want want to help grow my family? Grow
our
family?"
One hand around his head, the other went down to his cock, and guided it closer to my aching sex.
"Uh huh." I nodded excitedly. "More than anything, Tyson. Please."
Feeling him press into my pussy after so long was almost like losing my virginity to him all over again - the excitement and anticipation part of it anyway. Inch by inch, my pussy devoured his girth greedily. Every little bit of his cock sending a delightful searing pleasure through me again.
A veteran of fucking me, he held me close as he started to find his rhythm and need for me once again. Penetration after penetration, I cooed for him. The heat of his body radiated against mine, the sweat glistened between us, our hearts beating in perfect sync with one another.
More and more, I enjoyed him. More and more, so much more. I didn't want this to ever stop. The rising orgasm in me was so utterly delightful and I relished every little bit of it. I was ready for him to mark me as his, him simply on top. Traditional, basic, it was all I needed.
Simply getting things done isn't Tyson's way, though. Always the overachiever.
He slowed his penetrations, and slid to the side of me. "Come, Marci. If you are to my wife, you must learn to become my equal."
I nodded. Our relationship would always be weird in power due to age, and him being a billionaire, and me only being a millionaire because of his ridiculously generous paycheck. It really didn't matter. As Mom said, love didn't make sense. All love needed was love.
On my side, his arms crossed over my chest, teasing my tender nipples with his hand. His hard cock curled into my pussy, him pushing himself deeper from behind. His other hand roamed down to my clit, gently petting it. He started to fuck me again, quickly finding his pace as he pounded into my slit.
My own fingers reached back for his head. I moaned quietly as my neck turned, and I yearned for yet another kiss. I wanted to never be without him, without his love. It still made me giddy. Our loving kiss was broken as he started pounding into me faster, harder, a more driven pace that was solely out to make me scream for him. His hand over my clit, he rubbed me.
Hotter the fire raged in me. I hadn't even had the drive to touch myself in the past month. The body still has needs, and like the first bite of food when you're ravenously hungry, my body's need for satisfaction was being met here. Screamingly so. As in I found myself screaming. Something about his name, fucking me harder, and how much I loved him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him grin. His pace grew even more rapid as he pounded into me, the thick sound of our sexes meeting. The pace was matched as he worked over my clit. The rush - the rush was overwhelming.
My entire body was tense as bliss rolled over me, exploding inside of me from head to toe. From lust, from love, all that mattered was the divine ecstasy I was feeling. My whole body rocked around him, my voice matching, but I couldn't hear it. My senses were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of feeling.
Shuddering, my pussy clasped around his cock, and started to milk him. Drain him of his month's worth of seed. His arms were firm around me, his groan low. There was so much of it, so, so much. I felt the lash of the hot sperm against my cervix, it splashing, my channel filling so quickly with excess cream.
My periods had returned since I gave birth. I was reminded how much I hated them. I had hopes they wouldn't return again. At least for another nine months.
Tightly, he held me, his cock still inside. His seed was sealed in, doing his part in growing our family.
"A fool. A damned fool I was for almost giving you up. Just because I couldn't confess my true feelings. I love you. I'll say it until my face turns blue. I love you."
I laughed softly. I treasured the engagement ring that was now on my finger. Its sparkle reflected in my eye as I faded into sleep in his arms. For the first time, I had no fears that it would be the last time that I would.
***
The terrible twos aren't so terrible. Ty celebrated his second birthday last week, with a big ol' cake that was fancier than anything I ever had growing up. He played quietly, listening to Mommy's orders to behave.
Maybe I just had a way with kids, what could I say? Tyson did hire me in the first place because I had glowing recommendations from the babysitting agency. I carried his second child in my arms, and his third growing within. He never made it clear how big of a family he really wanted, but if he kept fucking me like he did, I'd keep at it until we had a family big enough to get a reality TV show.
Okay, I'd probably put my foot down far before that.
Maybe. It was hard to resist him when he entered room. A declaration of love, and the fact he was now my husband, my prince like in the fairy tales, made me starstruck with glee again when I saw him. Sure, it'd fade with time. For now, I'd enjoy it.
We shared another kiss, and he took Marissa from me. I had some time to myself, and I took out my textbooks. I wasn't going to wholly abandon my dreams to become a kindergarten teacher because I got married to a man who didn't understand the meaning of the phrase 'too expensive'. They just took a backseat to my own children. My own kindergarten teacher was like, seventy. I had plenty of time.
As I sat down with my book, I didn't get very far with it. His hands crossed around my breasts, heavy with milk already. "I gave Marissa to Jill. I decided I had to have you now. Right on this desk."
"Ty is right there, Tyson!" I said. This was the third day in the row he interrupted my studies with this. This wasn't a complaint.
"Little Ty? Where are you?" Jill's voice rung through the hall. "I got some chocolate milk just for you!"
Ty got up and ran toward her as fast as his little legs could take him.
"Always gotta think of everything don't you?" I rolled my eyes at him, and then accepted the kiss he gave me.
"The way you glow when you swell with my child, it just makes you so irresistible. I'm sorry, Marci. You're just going to have to deal with how much lust you inspire in me."
"Whatever shall I do?" I replied, my voice thick with sarcastic drama.
He pulled me to my feet, and tossed up my dress. Swiftly afterwords, I found myself relieved of my panties. "Enjoy each and every second of it, my young love?"
I did just that.
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"We're here," he lead me out of the elevator. Our words remained sparse, only speaking when necessary. I guess he was going to respect my wishes not to talk about myself further. Maybe it was best that all I was to him was a vagina and a hymen. Nothing more.
He gestured with a graceful spin as he led me through huge double doors to his room. My sights traveled around. Pure luxury. I lived in a studio apartment that had that description generously. It was more like a tiny box than a home.
"Come, make yourself at home. Take off those shoes," he said. I took his advice, my bare feet leaving my flats and touching the plush carpet. It felt softer than even my bed. I walked timidly through, my hand caressing the rosary that draped around my neck. A deep breath. I entered into the place of my defloration. It wasn't that far off from the fantasy of my honeymoon, really. The penthouse was easily comparable to the five star hotel where my theoretical husband and I would have consummated our marriage.
Nothing was really being consummated here beside me and a giant pile of money. I wandered over to the window and looked out over the city. A beautiful view, I had only ever really seen it from street level.
"So, Mary. Are you still up for this?" Curtis stood behind me. He had tossed off his loafers too, and was removing his watch and jewelry and setting it on a nearby desk. "I've had girls I've hired get cold feet and leave. I completely understand if you wish to depart."
I turned toward him, and looked him over once more. A fine man, physically. I had to wonder if he was anywhere as good as he said he was.
It doesn't matter, April. You're here for charity, not your own lusts.
"No, no. I'm ready to do this."
"Good. You're a beautiful woman and I'm honored to be your first."
Another deep breath. A part of me still screamed to run for the door. That this wasn't right. Being a whore just isn't godly.
I stood stiff, fighting my thoughts.
"Nervous as hell though, I can see." He stood less than a foot away from me. "They always are. Something new, exciting, yet scary at the same time."
"Can we just get this over with? Please?" My eyes were still bolted to the floor, but his hand came to my chin. He raised my face to his, leaned in, and placed a huge kiss on my lips.
A rush of adrenaline. I've never even kissed a boy. My dates never got past hand holding, or a simple side-hug. Not before realizing they wanted to go too fast, as high school and college boys are often to do.
This wasn't a relationship. I had no idealization of Curtis Haines as my husband. This was nothing more than lust. As his hand caressed my face, his lips stayed locked on mine. The most frightening part about it was that I liked it. I liked the feeling of his hand on my face. The feeling of his lips on mine. Even more so as his tongue found its way into my mouth.
He pressed it against mine, letting me taste him. The tingling nature of them meeting. I was passive, but found my tongue moving with his. I followed his lead as he pressed deeper. My eyes were sealed, my mind lost to what I had been avoiding all these years. Making me feel like such a fool.
Regretfully, he broke away from me. His smile was warm. "Is this helping you find the proper mood for our evening?"
