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  “Gerard is fine, doll face. None of that sir business. It makes me feel old,” I say chuckling.

  “You are not old. You’re hot as fuck,” she moans as I lean down and blow on her pretty pink pussy. “Fuckkkk.” Grinning, I kneel before her, gravel digging into my knees, but that takes my mind of coming in my pants like a fucking teenager. Good thing I left my own clothes on, or else this would be over before it starts. My scruffy beginnings of a beard is leaving marks on her creamy skin, but how depraved am I that I fucking love it. It fills some primal need to mark my mate. Flicking my tongue over her bud, she lets out a breathy moan. Her thighs are already starting to shake when I then swirl it through her folds. She leans back on her elbows.

  “We are just getting started, Cecilia,” I say looking up her body into her eyes.

  “Less talking, more eating,” she says, sassily before giggling and pulling me closer to her by my hair.

  “Your wish is my command.” She is going to be my one and only little fuck doll. Best I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to sink my ten-inch dick into her perfect pussy. I am going to destroy her for other men, not that I'd ever let her go. For now, I need to get her ready for me. I continue to eat her out. Her sandals must have fallen off at some point because her tiny bare feet are on my shoulders. Her hands tighten in my hair and her breath hitches. Her thighs are shaking, and I know she’s about to come. I suck on her clit to finish her off.

  “Oh shit,” she whispers. “Please, don’t stop. Please, please,” she begs, and I keep going until she’s done coming. Before I stand, I move over to her thigh and place a kiss there, before sucking it. Marking her with my brand. “Mmm,” she moans.

  Since she’s not wearing any shoes, or clothes for that matter, I turn and punch the code in for the garage door and it slides up. Turning back to Cecilia, her legs are spread wide, wantonly. Her eyes are wide and shining. Her hair is messed up. She looks thoroughly loved and we haven’t even really begun yet. I kiss her again before lifting her up. Her legs wrap around my waist and her head rests on my shoulder. She finds some skin on my neck not covered by my shirt and kisses it lightly.

  I carry her into the house, ready to claim my most beloved prize.

  Chapter Four

  Cecilia

  I have never felt more alive than when I am in his arms. I am still buzzing from the best orgasm of my life, but I need more. One just isn't enough. I want all that he can give me. I start kissing his neck. I let off a little frustrated growl and he chuckles when I can’t reach more of his skin. I grab his tie and thank all of the romance movies I have watched for showing me how to get one of these off. I make quick work of it, then I unbutton his shirt as far as I can, kissing the exposed skin on his chest. He lets off a tortured groan. The next second my back hits the wall.

  “Fuck, I love the feel of your lips on my skin. I fucking crave it,” he growls. His hands on my ass tighten as he pushes me harder against the wall. I can’t get the buttons undone fast enough with my fingers, so I give up with a humph and rip it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. A little whimper escapes my lips as I run my hands over his perfectly toned chest, lightly dusted with hair, and down his washboard abs. His entire body shudders, he groans. The bulge in his pants jerks up hitting me just right on my clit. I moan. “Not going to make it to the bedroom, doll face. Need you too bad,” he growls in a deep voice. I run my hand back up his chest then around his shoulders. I run my finger through the hair at the nape of his neck.

  “I don’t care where you take me, G. I need you right now, please I ache.” My voice comes out in a breathless plea as I start to kiss along his stubbled jaw then back up to his lips. He groans again. One of his hands leaves my ass. He then wraps my hair in his fist. He pulls my head back. I don't know if I gasp because of the light sting or the fact that I find it so arousing for him to be in control. He leans in and runs his tongue up the column of my neck before nipping my ear. My entire body shudders, a breathless moan escapes.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Doll face, you never have to beg for my cock. I’ll give it to you every day for the rest of our lives if you let me.”

  “Oh, God,” I whimper, loving his words and the way he is stating his claim. I don't know if he is just saying them in the moment, but I am going to hope that he means them for real.

  “You understand, Cecilia?” he asks, pulling away from my neck so he can look at my face.

  “Yes.” I nod my head.

  “Good.” He pulls away from the wall and takes three steps, then I feel something cool hits my ass. I let off a surprise squeak.

  “Oh my God! That’s cold!” I exclaim with a little giggle. It dies down when I see he has already undone his belt and the button of his pants. I am silently thanking whoever left the light on above the stove because I do not want to miss a single moment of seeing his amazing body.

  “Take them off, G,” I demand. It's his turn to chuckle.

  “What do you think I am doing, baby?”

  “I don't know but you're not going fast enough,” I say with a pout. He laughs at that before taking off his ruined shirt and pants. I bite my lip when his huge cock bounces free of his briefs and hits him right below his belly button. Sweet mother Mary! I have no idea how that thing is going to fit inside me. He steps closer to me between my parted thighs. He grabs my waist with one of his hands and the other wraps around his magnificent cock. My hands go to his shoulders, but my eyes never leave his huge dick. He drags me to the edge of the island until my ass is almost hanging off then he grabs the head of his cock with one hand. He spanks my pussy with the underside of his shaft before running it through my wet folds. The head of his cock hits my clit. “Oh, wow! That feels so good,” I moan. He does it again and my head falls back on my shoulders. He does it until I am about to tip over the edge into a blissful orgasm. Right before I come, he pulls back until he is at my entrance.

  “You ready, baby? Because once I'm inside you there is no going back. You’re going to fucking be mine.” I grab his face in between my hands and make him look at me so he can see the truth in the words I am going to speak.

  “Good because I never want to be anyone else's,” I say right before I kiss him. He growls. The hand that was around my hip goes to my clit and he pushes down on my little nub, sending me hurling over the edge before slamming into me, ripping through my innocence. There is a small twinge of pain but it's nothing compared to the feeling of him filling me so full. He breaks away from my lips and rests his forehead against mine.

  “You okay, doll face? I didn't want to hurt you.” I nod my head.

  “You didn't. Promise.” I try to reassure him.

  “Good. I don't ever wanna hurt you, CeCe." I nod my head again. He pulls out an inch then slams all the way in.

  "Oh. God. Yes. That feels so good,” I moan. One of his hands goes back into my hair and the other is on my ass. He pulls my head back and starts kissing my neck along my collarbone. He’s giving me slow shallow thrusts. My breathing picks up and I start to move against him. He kisses down my chest, running the tip of his tongue around my nipples before sucking my left nipple into his mouth. He bites down gently. My back bows and I gasp. It's like my nipple has a direct line to my clit. My hands tighten in his hair and my legs wrap around his waist. “Please, G. I need you to fuck me, I won’t break,” I plead with him. I know he is holding back, and I don't want him to. I want him. All of him. I can tell he is still hesitant, so I growl and slam myself harder on to his shaft. “Fucking claim me, Gerard. Make it so everyone knows that I am yours.”

  It’s like something snaps inside him. He’s like a fucking animal. He let’s go of my nipple and both of his arms wrap around my back and his hands are on my shoulders.

  “You. Are. Fucking. Mine,” he growls punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips. The only sound that comes out of my mouth is a breathless whimper. He starts to fuck me like I am his own personal fuck toy. All I can do is hold onto him while he uses my body
for our combined pleasure. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, doll face. I'm not going to last long this first round.” Hell, if it feels anything like it does for me, I have no idea how he hasn’t come already.

  “Oh fuck, G. I'm going to come,” I whimper. That only seems to spur him on. He leans me back far enough for him to suck my right nipple into his mouth and bites down. At the same time, he slams into me. His lower abs hit my clit and his cock hits someplace deep inside me. My back bows, my pussy clamps down and I scream as the most intense orgasm rushes through my body like a fucking hurricane. My eyes squeeze shut, and I cling to him for something to ground me. I feel his cock swell even bigger before he roars as he comes deep inside me. His release makes me come all over again.

  He kisses my chest right above my pounding heart before resting his forehead there. When we finally catch our breaths, he picks me up and starts to carry me through the house.

  “Hell, I always hated that island, but I think it's my new favorite place in the house,” he says with a laugh. I giggle and rest my head against his shoulder.

  “Give me the tour later. I'm ready for round two,” I tell him before biting down on his neck. He growls and starts taking the stairs two at a time then books it into his room.

  Turns out round two turned into round three and four. Looks like I’ll have to get on that tour tomorrow morning.

  Chapter Five

  Gerard

  Son of a bitch, I think lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The way she responded to me was out of this world. I look over at her. She’s sleeping on her side, facing me. One of her tiny hands is resting on my chest, and she’s snoring slightly. She’s so damn gorgeous, it’s all I can do to let her sleep. My first thought upon seeing her was that she needed protection, but now all I can think about is breeding her. My cock is hard and leaking already. It’s been less than five hours since I let her go to sleep, but I need her again. I am so lost in musing about her, I miss her hand moving down my chest, over my abs and down to my cock. I swallow thickly before speaking.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “Whatever I want,” she replies, wrapping her hand around my shaft.

  “Fuck, doll face,” I groan as she uses my precum to ease the motion of her hand.

  “You like that, G?” she whispers in a sultry voice.

  “Can’t you tell that I do?”

  “Uh-huh,” she says, not stopping her hand, but she moves her head down my body then she wraps her lips around the tip and sucks hard.

  “Son of a bitch.” Using her mouth and her hands, she takes more of me.

  She continues deep throating me for several minutes until I am about to come, but I stop her. I won’t come anywhere but her cunt until she is knocked up.

  “Was I not doing it right?” she asks, confused.

  “That was fucking amazing, doll face, but I need your pussy.”

  “I thought we already established that it’s yours,” she says, scrambling up into a sitting position on my lap.

  “That we did, Cece. That we did.” Suddenly, she lifts up and lowers her pussy on my cock. I hiss in surprise. It’s going to take forever to break her in, but fuck is it going to be worth it. She leans back, with her hands on my thighs. The ends of her hair brushes against my legs. I put my hands on her hips as she controls the depth and speed of her thrusts as she rides my dick. Her back arches and she really moves her hips. I reach down her torso and use my fingers to rub her clit. She moans and moves even faster. Her perfect tits bounce up and down, hypnotizing me.

  “So deep. So big,” she cries as she chases her orgasm.

  “Good girl, come for me,” I demand as I feel my own rising up in my balls.

  “Gerard!” she exclaims as her pussy clenches my dick and her nails dig into my thighs. I groan as I fill her yet again with my seed.

  “Wow,” she breathes, collapsing on top of me. I wrap my arms around her back and rest them there. We lay there, connected, until my stomach growls.

  “Fuck. I don’t want to move, but I gotta eat,” I say as she lifts herself off of my still hard cock. I’m afraid it’ll never go down as long as she’s around.

  “I could eat,” she says giggling. We get out of bed and make our way into the kitchen.

  “I’m afraid I don’t have much, but will bacon and eggs do?” I ask.

  “Yeah. You sit, I’ll cook,” she says, sticking her head in the fridge.

  I sit at one of the barstools on the opposite side of the island where I first claimed her and watch her work. She sets everything on the counter by the stove and gets the bacon going first. Then she goes to the sink soaps up a sponge and wipes the island down.

  “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” I say, chuckling.

  “No doubt. I don’t know about you, but pussy juice isn’t my idea of a balanced breakfast,” she replies.

  “I beg to differ,” I tell her. She pauses and then bursts out laughing. The sound goes straight to my balls and my cock begins to harden again. See, it’s never going down. I’m going to be eighty years old, puttering around the nursing home, with a rock-hard dick every time this woman so much as breathes. What a way to go though.

  “You’re too much, G. Now, how do you want your eggs?”

  “An omelet sounds good,” I say.

  “How did you know about that position?” I ask suddenly. I know she was a virgin; I felt the evidence of it when I took her, but I want to know.

  “Oh, uh. I learned a lot on the set. You know? People talk,” she says, her face turning bright pink.

  “Ah, I see. You pay attention to your surroundings.”

  “Well, it was hard not to. Half-naked people running around doing stupid shit will always capture your attention.”

  “I hate that you were exposed to that,” I say, my voice coming out harsher than I meant to. I am pissed that her stupid cunt of a mother exposed her to that.

  “Oh well. What’s done is done,” she says dishing up an omelet and some bacon before setting it in front of me.

  “Smells delicious,” I tell her as she sits down next to me with her plate.

  “Thanks. So, what is it you do exactly?”

  “I am a movie producer. My brother and me. I normally handle Hollywood blockbusters, and Grayson handles the less than savory aspects of our business.”

  “Really? I’ve heard my mom talk about Grayson. She calls him, and I quote, an asshole who wouldn’t know good pussy if it jumped on his face. I gathered that she offered to have sex with him, and he said hell no,” she says, causing me to chuckle.

  “That sounds like Gray.”

  “Well, that makes me feel better,” she says laughing as well.

  “We didn’t get the memo until late in life that it’s better to wait for the right woman in order to keep your life free of unnecessary complications, at least according to our dad. I took it to heart and so did Gray.”

  “Wow, that’s really nice. Your dad seems like a nice man,” she says.

  “He is. He and mom retired to Florida last year, but they visit often. I am sure you’ll love him,” I tell her because everyone does.

  “I can’t wait to meet him. I don’t know who my father is, but I am pretty sure I was better off not knowing. Who knows who he’d give me to?” she says sadly. I turn to her and reach out to touch her cheek.

  “Everything is going to be okay, doll face. I’ve got you now,” I tell her.

  God help anyone who tries to take her from me.

  Chapter Six

  Cecilia

  I close my eyes and lean my cheek into his hand. It amazes me how one single touch from him calms all of my worries.

  “Look at me, sweetheart,” he says in a soft demand. When I open my eyes, he is looking at me with his green eyes full of so much determination. “I'm not ever letting anything happen to you, Cecilia. I meant what I said last night. You are mine, doll face.” I blush and look down.

  “I don't know if that was just something that just came
out, spur of the moment or if you said that to all the girls,” I say with a shrug. He hooks his index finger under my chin and tilts my head back so that I am looking at him again.

  “I have never said that to another woman. I have never claimed them as mine; They were fleeting moments in my past. They meant nothing and if I had known you were out there, I would have waited. It has been three years since I was with anyone and I sure as fuck never went bare back with any of them, CeCe.”

  I hate that he was with other women, but I can’t really hold that against him. He didn't even know I existed. I nod my head until the last part of what he said hits me. We had sex without protection, and I mean a lot of fucking went down in the last couple of hours. I gasp and pull back so fast that my chair tips over and I would have fallen on the floor if not for G grabbing me around the waist and pulling me against his hard body.

  “Christ are you okay?” he asks, breathing hard. Well if you consider that I had sex with the hottest man alive and we didn’t use protection, so I am probably going to have his baby. I am surprised I'm not hyperventilating; I think to myself.

  “G… I’m not on the pill and we didn’t use anything,” I whisper looking at his chest. I'm too nervous to look into his eyes because every time I do, I swear, he is looking straight into my soul. If he looks at me, I'm afraid he'll see that for some reason I hope I get pregnant because if this isn't real, at least I will always have a piece of him with me. He takes a deep breath then blows it out slowly. It takes everything in me not to cringe away when he tucks his finger under my chin and tilts my head back until I am looking at him. I am shocked that he is the one that looks a little nervous.

  “The first time we made love, I’ll admit I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot all about using protection. The second time I was very well aware we didn't use anything. The thought of you getting pregnant filled a primal need in me. All I could think about was getting you pregnant so you couldn’t leave me. Then I was going to make you fall in love with me, so you’d never leave.” I inhale sharply.