Can’t Buy Me Love: Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance Read online

  “Oh, don’t worry, bitch.” Heidi spat, scornfully. “I’ve saved up some money, and I’m headed out of town to celebrate my birthday — the one you casually forgot. I’m leaving, but when I come back, it’ll be with my lawyer, because I want my half of the money from this house. Aside of that, you don’t ever have to worry about me again. You’re DEAD to me.”

  Grace’s face deepened to an almost bloody-red color. Heidi adjusted herself and slammed the door behind her without saying another word.

  My wife turned to me, and her face crumpled with tears. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces for her. The one person she had left in her family had kicked her right in the gut. I wished that level of pain on nobody, not even my worst enemy.

  I swallowed, nonplussed, as I attempted to make sense of what had just happened. Blinded by tears she couldn’t hide, Grace entered my warm embrace and sobbed in my arms.

  I led us to the couch on the living room, and allowed her to grieve the loss of her sister. My stomach also churned with an inconsolable sense of guilt. These girls were sisters, all they had in this world were each other. Then I came along, and in desperate desire, and married one away without even speaking to the other.

  I felt like an asshole; deep down within, this was my fault. I was better off staying miserable and alone instead of making Grace my wife so suddenly without giving Heidi a chance to get to know me, or to even approve.

  “I’m sorry,” Grace sobbed, as I held her. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”

  “You didn’t drag me into anything, baby.” I held her and wiped her tears. Kissing her temple, I reminded her, “I signed up for this. For better or worse, until death do us part, remember? I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t offered to come.”

  That made my guilt feel even worse. I hadn’t even been invited here. I invited myself, and that created even more issues.

  “This… is really my fault,” I revealed, glum. “I shouldn’t have been so eager to make it to the altar. I just loved you so much — instantly — so, so much, and I didn’t want to wait and possibly lose you in the process.”

  “No. I’m not going to let you take the blame,” she countered. Her brown eyes looked up at me as she asserted. “It’s not your fault at all. She knows how I feel about her graduating high school, getting into college, and being successful. She knows I don’t want guys in the house.”

  “Maybe that’s her boyfriend?” I suggested, soothing away the possibility that her sister was courting multiple men.

  “He’s not her boyfriend when I don’t know about him,” she huffed.

  “That’s like saying I’m not your husband when she doesn’t know about me.” Her eyes narrowed, as if she couldn’t tell whose side I was on. I shrugged. “Let’s be honest. She’s angry you didn’t tell her about me. She’s also angry that you didn’t give her the chance to be a part of your big day.”

  “We had to get it over with.” Grace’s eyes became pouty. “I planned on telling her that night, but she was angry with me.”

  I squeezed her close to me. She was warm and soft like laundry, and her scent intensified as if hugging her close released a new cloud of her fragrance.

  “Do you think she’s serious about getting a lawyer?” She asked.

  “People tend to say nasty things when they’re angry.”

  She held onto me harder, lowered her head onto my shoulder, and sighed. “You’re not my dirty old sugar daddy.”

  “I know,” I whispered into her ear. “I haven’t collected on any of my sugar yet.”

  She hit me playfully. “Yes, you have.”

  “One sweet serving at a time,” I replied breezily. As delicious as she was, I wasn’t starving to go all the way yet. I needed it to be special. It needed to take place at the exact moment she was ready, and not a second sooner. “I told you, Gigi Baby, I’m not in a rush.”

  She didn’t look at me, but she cupped my face, and spread her hand across my tummy with the other. “That’s why I love you.”

  “Huh?” I wasn’t sure I heard what I thought I heard.

  She sat up and looked me in the eye. “That’s why I love you.”

  My eyebrows rose in astonishment. She… No. No. She couldn’t.

  “Yes, Hollis Beckham. I, Grace Beckham, love you.”

  “You don’t want to get an annulment?” I asked.

  “No.” She said that with a tone of voice that suggested I was crazy for thinking so.

  “I don’t want anyone else, and while the past is the past, I’m damn certain I don’t want you or that beautiful mouth of yours near anyone else either, ever again.”

  She said her words with a tender jealousy, rich with sweet affection and the kind of heartfelt sexual possession I’d wanted all my life. Words couldn’t describe the joy I felt, so I kissed my wife tenderly, and replied.

  “I love you too, Mrs. Beckham.” Feeling my cock rise in my pants, I said, “Now let’s go to your bedroom. I want you to sit on my face and let me suck on your clit until you scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear how much you do.”

  Grace

  My teeth bit the inside of my cheeks, a deliberate move to deter them from chewing on my nails.

  My love had waited so patiently. Weeks and weeks, he waited so patiently for the right time to make love to me.

  Not that anything we’d ever been doing wasn’t an act of love. All the sucking, licking, teasing, tasting…

  I considered everything an act of making love.

  But penetrating my hymen? Pushing himself through my one tiny, smooth wall?

  I wanted that more than anything. I wanted him so badly I could taste him. I couldn’t freaking believe I was about to go through with this.

  Fantasies of fucking my husband, with his sweet, desperately shy self, burned into my head. Where my mind went, my heart and pussy followed.

  Daydreams of my patient, passionate Hollis pressing his strong fingers into my thighs made my blush with desire. I could imagine him spreading them apart, and looking into my soul with his green eyes - God how I loved his eyes — before penetrating me.

  I couldn’t wait anymore, which is why tonight I decided to take matters into my own hands.

  I tugged at the straps of the soft pink and hibiscus colored lingerie. My toes were made up in a pretty pink color that matched. A small gold choker that flowed down to my navel and wrapped around my waist.

  I knew Hollis loved when I boosted my beauty and dressed up for him, so I went all out. I smoothed over my hair and double checked my makeup, both of which I spent hours perfecting, thanks to the help of YouTube.

  The timer on the stove pulled my attention away from the mirror. Dinner was almost ready.

  Anxiety coaxed me to dig my fingers into my palms at the thought of serving it. Yes, Hollis’s chef had taught me a few things, but I wanted to do this meal myself.

  I checked my phone.

  Hollis wasn’t home yet, but he was on his way. He didn’t have a clue that I’d slaved in the kitchen all day after class, sent the housekeeper to the store for new bedding, and then used my credit card to book a personal shopper to bring some lingerie over.

  All he’d know is that when he arrived, there’d be soft music, candles lit, and a hot meal on the dinner table. I made everything from scratch, including dessert.

  Tonight, I wanted to give my husband everything. All of me. My desire to express my appreciation for sweeping into my life and abruptly taking control of my heart.

  Hollis was everything I never knew I wanted, all wrapped up in a package just for me.

  Just as everything was in place, I heard the door open and close, followed by his footsteps. I’d grown used to waiting for those footsteps over the past few weeks; in fact, I’d grown to become excited about that part of the day.

  “Hey babe,” he called out. He stopped right at the doorway and whistled. “What is this?”

  Smiling seductively, I raised my arm like Vanna White and gestured to the dinner
table. “Come eat!”

  “Uhhhh, babe, I don’t think I can concentrate on eating food with you looking like that.” His eyes hungrily traveled up and down my body, devouring every inch of me with a look. I could feel the way they moved, drinking me in like a thirsty man in an oasis. “You look stunning.”

  He shed his jacket, keys, and wallet and tossed them on the couch. They slipped to the floor, yet he ignored the sound, and wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me close.

  “Goddamn, woman, you’re beautiful.” He squeezed my hips. His firm hand slid down to cup one of my fleshy globes. I felt a flash of desire shoot up my leg and hit me straight the pussy. I braced myself internally, remembering the best would be yet to come. “You’ve got me coming home to dinner and dessert? I’m indeed the luckiest man in the world.”

  I blushed in gratitude. “I’m glad you like. But eat first to make sure you really like it.”

  Hearing his bass-filled grunts and moans of approval as he allowed himself to be directed to his meal turned me on. I didn’t mind those construction-worker come-ons because I knew I was tapping into more of the real Hollis, the dirty erotic lover I knew would be mine, completely.

  He savored every bit of his meal as we ate and discussed our day. When he was finished, he stood to clear the dishes, and gave me a kiss on the forehead before he headed toward the door.

  “Wait, where are you going? You haven’t had dessert!” I pointed to the blackout cake on the counter, a huge slice on a platter next to it.

  His eyes darkened as he murmured. “Let me get a shower in, and I’ll be right back for all my dessert.”

  I waited on pins and needles for him to come out. When he did, I inhaled the fresh scent of clean scrubbed skin and cologne. He wore regular house shoes with his pajamas, but he looked so amazing to me.

  I set his cake and ice cream down in front of him, and accented it with whip. He started to dig in, but he looked around curiously.

  “Where’s your’s?” He asked. “You’re not eating dessert?”

  “Oh, I am,” I purred. Picking up the can of whipped cream, I shook it suggestively as I crawled beneath the table. Those emerald pools widened as he watched me slide face between his legs and kiss his cock through his pants.

  “Baby,” he whimpered, almost sounding as if he were about to have a heart attack.

  “Daddy… Can I taste it?” I purred, turning the tables on him as a reminder of what he said to me the first night of our marriage.

  I buried my face in the warm space of his crotch. I inhaled the scent of fabric softener as I also felt the stretch of his cock as it rose to my attention.

  I pulled his dick through his underwear and pajama pants without pretense. He welcomed my touch, allowing the curve of his dick fully mine to caress.

  Our eyes connected and I blew him a kiss. I wanted him to feel my possessive energy, to know that I planned on going further than he’d ever experienced, and that I meant everything I was about to do.

  His eight inches were thick and gorgeous, curved upward like a banana split. “Mmm, this looks like the perfect dessert,” I said.

  He gasped lightly when I pressed the nozzle against the side, watching fluffy white cream cover his shaft. I made a big show of engulfing his whipped cream covered shaft.

  Hollis’s erection slid across my tongue. He gasped, and husked my name as I sucked on him.

  “Gigi…”

  I moaned sensually as he murmured words of love. He was growing so thick, I could barely hold him in my mouth. I grabbed the base of his shaft.

  He tasted like sweet cream and primal desire. I would have swallowed him whole if it were possible. I sucked and tasted his length like male candy, making my love squirm until he was ready to squirt. When he announced his orgasm threatening, I pulled off and squeezed his shaft. I couldn’t let him burst too soon.

  “Baby…” He growled, his eyes begging for release.

  I pushed his thighs and told him to scoot back. When he did, I rose from my knees, and pulled his cock gently. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

  “No, baby,” he said, attempting to reach for the can. “I want to cover your pussy with this and eat you on the table.”

  I shook my head.

  “But I want to feel you deep inside me,” I purred.

  His eyes widened and his head tilted in surprise. “Really?”

  “Yes, baby. Really. It’s time.” I looked into those gorgeous eyes of his and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I want you inside me more than anything else I can think of right now.”

  That was all he needed to hear. Before I knew it, he’d thrown me over his shoulder and guided me into the bedroom.

  “Hollis, where did you get all of this strength?” I asked.

  “From your love,” he replied casually, but I melted all the same.

  He laid me down on the bed and kissed me all over. Every kiss forced an eruption of goosebumps I couldn’t control, and sent delicious chills throughout my body.

  I wanted this so bad, but yes, I was nervous. My little body had the shakes from it all.

  Hollis ate my pussy until I came all over his face, and rose. Our eyes connected as he lined his shaft up and down against my wetness. His green gaze narrowed to slits as he sucked in air through his teeth and hissed.

  “Baby, you are so fucking wet. But are you sure?” He asked, one more time. “Because once this starts, I’m going to want you all the time.”

  “Yes, baby. I’m one million percent sure.”

  He began to stroke me, and intertwined one hand against mine. As he pushed deeper and deeper inside, he hit my hymen. There was a pinch that made me wince, but the pleasure soon returned, and I sighed in relief.

  “You okay love?” Hollis asked. He stroked in and out, taking me for a ride unlike any other.

  “Yeah, yeah.” I whispered. “It’s just an adjustment.”

  “Guide me. I want to make sure I’m not hurting you.”

  So I did. He moved carefully, with patience and ease, and listened for any feedback I provided.

  Stroke after stroke, he filled me, his length thickening and thickening. My pussy was on sweet, sugary fire from his touch, and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. My breath hitched, and a crescendo of moans escaped my spirit.

  This. Was. Heaven.

  Our lower bodies entwined, I gasped from the exhilaration of feeling his weight slam into me, and the way my wet pussy gripped him like a sheath, eager to prevent his escape.

  Delicious friction penetrated every nerve until I couldn’t take anymore. It came so strong and so fast that I didn’t bother announcing my orgasm. I just came.

  This orgasm was amazing. It stripped me of my usual control — burning energy that ripped itself from my body with a shockwave of pleasure.

  “Fuck!” Hollis gasped, unable to control himself. He clasped my hips, and pounded my pussy more aggressively. He grit his teeth against the oncoming sensation, and suddenly, it happened.

  He came, pulsing like a storm of lust, deep inside me. Hot gushes of cum filled my walls, building the intensity of my pleasure.

  When it was done, he pulled himself off, and collapsed next to me. Wordlessly, I turned and threw my leg over him.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you too baby.”

  I held out for so long. Because it needed to be right. But now that I had, I didn’t regret doing so. It was worth the wait, every minute of it.

  And so was he.

  Then the doorbell rang. We looked at each other curiously. We hadn’t invited anyone over for dinner, or had any plans for company, and it was well past delivery hours.

  Hollis sighed. “Let me get it,” he said. “I need you to rest, because I’m almost ready for round two.”

  Contentedly, I laid back on the bed and exhaled. Nothing could bring this afterglow down. Nothing.

  “Babe!” I heard Hollis yell moments later. “It’s for you!”

  Now it was my t
urn to grumble and sigh. I threw on a robe and headed downstairs. To my surprise, it was Heidi. With tear-stained eyes and a despondent look, she watched me as I approached.

  Unsure of what to think or say, yet filled with concern I asked, “What’s wrong?”

  Hollis started to turn and leave, but she called out. “You can stay. I need to speak to both of you, actually.”

  My husband and I exchanged looks before he cautiously sat next to me.

  “I came to apologize,” she started. “I was cold and out of line for the things I said, did, and the way I treated you.”

  “Both of you,” she clarified, shooting her eyes from him to me, and back.

  “I just… I hate surprises, and finding out you were married was news I definitely wasn’t ready for. You had just gotten out of a relationship, yet here you were less than a week later married to a man I’d never met.”

  I let my eyes focus on the floor as she spoke.

  “I felt like you were moving on in life without me,” she continued. That made me speak up.

  “Heidi, I —“

  “Gigi, let me finish please.”

  I nodded and leaned into Hollis, holding onto him for emotional support.

  “No offense to you —“ she started to Hollis — “but I just didn’t trust her to make the right choice. And I was angry she had given herself away on the account of paying bills. You could have been some kind of crazy axe murderer or something.”

  Hollis nodded. “True enough, I suppose. But I never intended to hurt your sister in any way. I’m just… well. I’m different from a lot of people, and your sister actually accepted me as I needed her to. I didn’t mind paying her. I’d pay any price to have her.”

  My heart melted at those words, so I squeezed his arm. “I love you too, baby.”

  Heidi’s eyes lit with pleasure at the exchange in front of her. “Well, you guys have been together for a while, and you do look a lot happier than you did with Bobby.”

  “Who?” Hollis asked.

  “My ex, babe.” I shrugged and flipped my hand, making a gesture that he was inconsequential and unimportant. I hadn’t even thought about that little boy since Hollis came into my life.