Can’t Buy Me Love: Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance Page 6

  “Can I taste you?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

  “Yes, please taste me, baby.”

  I took my time with her and slowly nibbled on her sweet skin with patience. I’d learned the art of touching a woman, making sure she was warmed up before going all the way. When properly prepared, a woman’s body was ripe and juicy like a warm, summer peach, filled with sweet nectar.

  When I made my way to Grace’s thighs, silken soft, I could smell the heat of her primal desire. She was untouched, pure, yet ready for my pleasure. I could feel the moisture from her lips practically drizzle on mine before I could even lay a kiss against them.

  “God, baby, you’re so wet.” I claimed her pussy with a savage kiss, pressing against her body in an unspoken promise to have and to hold her in ways no other man would ever imagine.

  Her pussy was petal soft, sweet, and intoxicating. With every lick, her moans rose. I could feel the tension on the sheets as her perfectly manicured fists splayed and pulled, grabbing in a desperate attempt to anchor herself against me.

  As she writhed, her hips lifted to reach me. I growled, “You’re so motherfucking delicious.” My words were enough to break her hold on the sheets. A yearning palm cradled my head as she cried symphonies of pleasure, moving her body in erotic rhythm against my tongue.

  My cock stiffened against her as my tongue slid inside her walls, penetrating enough to let the nub bump up against her seal. It was a small piece of flesh, insignificant in size, but rich in sentiment. She was truly pure, and mine for the taking.

  I savored her, set her whole body on fire with pleasure. I loved the way her body bowed to the sensation, molten and liquid from my touch. Her body smelled of flowers, innocence, and the wildness of her feminine jungle.

  “Hollis…” She moaned for me. “Hollis… Oh god, that feels good, baby.” She continued to beg for more, begged me not to stop. My cock hardened into an eight inch brick as I forced tortured moans to squeeze past her lips.

  I wrapped my lips around her clit, and suckled. With a pleasured cry, I experienced the beauty of her bones going liquid. Her orgasm tore her in two, and rippling waves of pleasure washed over her from her breasts to her thighs.

  Face wet from the release of her sweet desire, I held her gorgeous legs — which would one day be wrapped around me — in place, holding her still while she fell into her pleasure.

  She released the arch in her back, fell onto the mattress with contentment, and sighed. “Oh, my god. Baby. That feels good.”

  I turned on the light, satisfied by the blissful look on her face. She looked ethereal.

  I walked away, headed to the bathroom.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To wash my face off.”

  “But what about you?” Her eyes focused on my cock, which was hard through my underwear. “You need to cum too, don’t you?”

  My cock jerked at the sweet innocence of her question. She was thoughtful, even now.

  “Come here,” she beckoned, her finger crooked. I sat on the bed, and she pulled me closer. “Take it out for me.”

  I pulled it out, holding it at the base. She reached out for it, and her soft hands wrapped themselves around the base of my shaft.

  “You’re so hard.” Her declaration was made with a soft “Oh” of surprise.

  Slowly, she stroked my length. The rhythm didn’t take long to establish, and I moaned in surprise. My cock pulsed as she increased the tempo. Pure heat and pleasure overrode my senses.

  Her eyes sought my approval as she worked my shaft. Precum oozed from the tip and spilled over the length of my body. I gave her a sweet look of erotic encouragement and parted my thighs.

  “You feel amazing, love,” I gasped. My body bucked as she worked my shaft, but I moaned when she reached forward and licked the top of my tip with her tongue.

  “Fuck, Gracie!” I crooned. I never expected her to give me head, especially not tonight after I told her I wasn’t going to pressure her for it. I really meant what I said when I told her I just wanted to taste her. My plan was to wash up and jerk off in the bathroom before heading back to bed.

  “Did I do something wrong?” She sat up, urgently.

  “No, no, love.” I caressed her face. “You’re doing everything right.”

  She blushed and smiled. “Good. I want to make sure I please you.” Just hearing that made my dick hard, because she spoke with certainty and reverence.

  “Baby love, as long as you’re happy with me, you’re pleasing me.” I pursed my lips for a kiss, and I thought she was going to give me one, but she pump-faked me and dipped her head low, opening her mouth to receive me.

  “Oooooh, shit!” I yelped, shuddering from the oral assault. She moved her head up and down the hard length of my cock, sucking me as if she craved me like a drug.

  Before long, I could feel my balls tighten, the rising sensation of my orgasm coming.

  “Baby,” I warned. “I’m going to come.”

  Her eyes looked at me with bashful eagerness, and her hand began to stroke as she sucked faster. My right thigh trembled and I snarled as the explosion started. The climax rose, bone deep from my body, and I thundered into her mouth like a storm. Small gurgles and light chokes could be heard as she adjusted to the level of nut I filled her mouth with.

  Once my love finished its eruption and unleashed itself fully, she lifted her head, showing me the compiled mouthful, and swallowed.

  “You cum a lot,” she said casually. “I think I’m going to love that.”

  “You like cum?” I asked, looking at this strange yet beautiful new creature.

  “I watch a lot of porn,” she confessed, blushing. “I kind of like watching pornstars give head and swallow.”

  And with that, she pushed herself off the bed to retrieve a warm washcloth. After a soothing wipedown, including the one she gave my face, she turned out the lights and crawled back into bed.

  “You’re the answer to some beautiful prayer,” I whispered into her ear. “I promise to love and cherish you until the moment I take my last breath.”

  She squeezed my arm and sighed.

  “Happy Wedding Day, Mr. Beckham.”

  Grace

  Despite my apologies and continued explanations, Heidi would not be moved on her feelings towards Hollis and I.

  “You deserve more than to marry some guy you don’t know because of ‘money.’ I mean, the man had to pay you, Gigi. Doesn’t that say enough about what’s wrong with this?”

  Forget telling her that I did this to secure her future. She only saw that as an attempt to put blame on her.

  “Don’t try and make this about me!”

  “I’m not making this about you. But I’m not going to sit here and pretend you didn’t influence this decision,” I asserted. “I’ve done the best I can with the money Mom and Dad left us, but it’s not enough to cover your first year of college.”

  “And that’s why there’s grants, scholarships, and financial aid.” Heidi huffed. The cauldron of her eyes burned with fury, and contempt spilled out of her like an open wound.

  Needless to say, we weren’t speaking much. Aside of making sure she had everything she needed, there wasn’t any conversation to be had. Anything I did attempt to talk to her about would disintegrate once she decided to bring up my ring and the man that came with it.

  I left. I couldn’t take it anymore.

  Heidi looked at life from a perspective of freedom, which meant she didn’t understand the concept of sacrificial decisions. From the moment our parents died, she was free to grieve, free to be a teenager, free to blossom into the young adult woman she was becoming.

  I was tossed headfirst into adulthood just three days before my eighteenth birthday. I had to learn what it meant to manage a checking account, to arrange funeral expenses, and to pay household bills.

  Heidi would never know the pain of spending your eighteenth birthday picking out caskets and making phone calls. She would never know wha
t it’s like to be forced to take life ten times more seriously than expected because you’ve suddenly had the rug ripped from beneath you and have to survive.

  She didn’t appreciate my sacrifice, therefore she couldn’t understand it. My throat closed in grief sometimes when I thought of how badly I wished things hadn’t worked out the way they had, but what could I do? I only prayed that she would grow to understand when she had her own children.

  Hollis welcomed me into his — our — home with open arms. I didn’t move my entire bedroom into his house, but I brought enough of my things to send a message to my little sister that I would give her all the space she needed if that’s what it took. I wouldn’t deal with the withdrawn attitude, side eyes, and snide remarks, not when I was paying all the bills and giving her everything she needed to live the life of a normal American teenager.

  Living with Hollis was great, by the way. Every moment I spent with him was another moment to fall even more deeply in love with him.

  Hollis wasn’t over the top, but he was certainly romantic. He came home with flowers one day, and a jewelry box the next. “I want you to pick out a new piece of jewelry every month. That’s my wedding gift to you.”

  “Sweetheart, you’re my wedding gift to me,” I responded, cupping his cheek. He insisted, and we compromised. I’d pick out a beautiful charm bracelet. Every month he’d buy a new charm to add to it. He also told me to keep the box, and promised to fill it with jewelry he’d buy on our anniversary every year.

  Hollis was accustomed to paying a woman for her time and attention, and I was determined to break that. Yes, financial interest played a part in our relationship, but he’d already spent more than enough.

  … And we still hadn’t even planned the actual wedding. I didn’t want a big dreamy wedding, but Hollis’s mother would surely beg to differ. From what he told me of her, she was a huge romantic.

  That was another thing. I hadn’t gotten to meet his parents, and we were married.

  “Babe, what would your parents think of me if they —“

  “My parents are going to love you, darling,” he replied every single time I brought the topic up. “Let’s square away things with your sister first, continue to establish our bond, and I will deal with my parents when it’s time.”

  He was their son, and truth be told, my sister and husband were foremost priority. What’s done was done, and couldn’t be reversed. I couldn’t afford to spend precious energy worried about their reaction when I had so much to focus on.

  I split my time between Hollis and Heidi for the next few weeks. As an active guardian, I ensured she didn’t miss a day of school. I hired a housekeeper to maintain our home twice a week, and established a bank account with my dowry to directly cull tuition payments from. I had no idea where she wanted to go, but she had acceptance letters from all several reputable universities.

  Hollis and I communicated during the day. A text here, a sweet and quick phone call there, and plenty of affection when we were together in the evening.

  My husband was true gentleman. He his word about taking it slow with me, and insisted that I didn’t force myself to give my body up in an effort to please him.

  “Gigi baby,” he said, using the name he called me when he wanted to impress sweetness upon me, “We have the rest of our lives to explore sex. I want everything behind that sweet veil of yours, and when it’s time, I’m going to tear down that wall. I just want to make sure you’re truly ready when we do that.”

  My pussy melted when he added, “I want to make sure it’s really special for you too.”

  Damn. I had such a wonderful man who would do anything for me. And since I appreciated and loved the taste of his cock, I decided to reward him as such.

  “Baby, anything we do together is really special,” I playfully retorted, unzipping his jeans and swiping my tongue against the head of his cock.

  Hollis

  “Baby, I’m going to go see my sister today,” Grace announced at breakfast early one Saturday morning. “I think it’s time I try to end the conflict between us.”

  A few weeks had passed since we’d met and married. Usually, I would sit in front of the couch and watch TV, but I had no intention of staying home alone while my wife was out and about. I wanted to be around her as much as possible.

  “We should go together. Perhaps if she meets me, she’ll see I’m not so bad, and maybe she’ll accept me… accept us.”

  Grace meant everything to me, and I knew Heidi meant everything to her. If she could see that the two of us were happy together, everything would be perfect.

  “I don’t know baby.” Grace’s lip twisted. “She can be really hostile when she’s in one of her moods. I’ve lived with it.”

  “There’s only one way to find out, though, right?” I asked. “Let me get my car, warm it up, and we’ll head over.”

  “Oooh, I know it’s special when you pull out the Land Rover…” Grace purred. She made a playful face, and I laughed before I kissed her syrup covered lips.

  * * *

  Grace’s house was an impressive nice-sized family home. It was two stories and exactly the kind of house you upgraded to for you and your wife and kids to grow old and die in.

  The thought of growing old with Gigi made me feel so wonderful inside.

  She seemed a little anxious when we got outside of the car. When I asked her what’s wrong, she shook her head and said nothing.

  As we walked up the driveway, I noticed her checking out the black car parked in the spot. I thought nothing of the car because I assumed it belonged to her sister or something. It wasn’t until she unlocked the door that things hit the fan.

  She gestured to the living room on the side of the entrance. “Wait here.”

  Walking off into the back, I waited, apprehensive and uncertain of what was going on. Loud bangs were heard, followed by Grace’s yelling.

  “Heidi!” Grace shrieked. Her eyes blazed with fury. “Get out here and talk to me this instant!”

  I couldn’t exactly hear what Heidi said in response, but it upset my wife, because I heard her threaten to “kick the fucking door in.”

  “You’ve got men in the house when I’m not home?!” Grace yelled. “Tell whoever it is to get dressed before I call the cops.”

  That must have lit a fire under the guy’s ass, because I heard an abrupt movement. My heart raced and I moved toward the commotion. I didn’t know who this man was, but I didn’t want to take any chances with him hurting or having words with my wife.

  Socially anxious, yes.

  A punk? Fuck no.

  As I made my way to the steps, I saw a young man, no older than nineteen or twenty, scramble past me, half dressed. He didn't stop to acknowledge me, just ran straight out the door.

  I heard the car start, and the screech of tires as it pulled out of the driveway and sped off. I closed the door to keep cold air from entering the home.

  Grace appeared at the top of the stairs and began to descend. Her emotions created a beautiful storm of her generally serene expression.

  I reached out to her, taking her hand mid-step. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

  Grace’s wrath held nothing back. “She snuck a boy in her room while I was gone.”

  As if on cue, Heidi came right behind her. Dressed in casual sweats with her hair pulled up in a messy bun.

  “I can’t believe you!” She hissed, shoving herself past the both of us. Her steps were an angry tumble as she rapidly approached the door, a large duffel bag in hand.

  “Where the hell are you going?” Grace interrupted, breaking free to confront her.

  Heidi turned and tossed her duffel bag on the foyer entrance between them. She crossed her arms and sucked her teeth, giving her sister a look that dared her to cross the barrier.

  “What’s it to you?” She taunted casually.

  “Heidi, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you are completely out of pocket!”

  “No, Grac
e. You are. My birthday was two days ago, and where were you? Out fucking your new husband.“ Her eyes flashed in contempt for Grace as she snarled. “You know, the one who had to pay you to marry him.”

  She flashed a look of defiance, turned to me, and glowered. “Nice to meet you, by the way, Mr. Sugar Daddy. Or should I call you brother Sugar Daddy?”

  Color drained from my face. I wasn’t prepared for this level of hostility. Grace gasped, and Heidi smirked.

  “This… wasn’t how I expected things to go,” I said quietly.

  Heidi’s eyes pinched. “Yes, I can relate — especially when you buy my sister to satisfy your perverted virgin fantasies. Was it good, by the way?”

  Before anyone could respond, Grace slapped Heidi hard enough to make her fall into the wall.

  “You are so disrespectful! Since you think you know soooo much, go ahead. Take your little duffel, get out this house, and go take care of yourself like an adult.” She picked up Heidi’s duffel and tossed it out on the lawn. Cold air spilled into the house; it was chilling in conjunction to the energy between everyone.

  “Fuck you!” Heidi seethed. She had finally lifted herself off the ground, holding her cheek as she did. “You didn’t pay for this house. Mom and Dad paid for this house. I technically own half of it, so unless you’re going to sell it and split the profits, I’m not going anywhere.”

  Grace’s anger burned deep and her vehemence was strong. I felt my hand beginning to shake. This was the exact type of situation that triggered my anxiety. I didn’t do well when someone regarded me as weird and awkward. It was clear the sisters had a lot they needed to clear up between each other.

  I made my way down the stairs, and started to brush past them.

  “Where are you goin?” Grace asked.

  Face burning red with shame, I muttered, “I think I should leave.”

  “No, you don’t have to leave baby. She’s the one with her duffel bag. She’s the one disrespecting the house, and being rude to you. She’s leaving.”