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Bobby
The moment we get into the bedroom at the apartment, I claim Lexi’s mouth, twisting my lips over hers as I walk her backward to the bed.
“I missed you.” I climb over her. It feels so incredible to have her in the apartment again. To touch her soft skin. Breathe in her scent.
I pull up her shirt and tug down the cup of her bra to tease her nipple with my tongue. “You have no idea how much I missed you.” I swirl my tongue over the pebbled tip, coaxing my knee between her legs, rocking my hips over hers.
I flick my tongue over the tip of her nipple then suck it deeply into my mouth before releasing it abruptly and grazing it with my teeth.
Lexi gasps at the hint of pain, then moans when I return to pleasuring her. I stroke down her belly, slipping inside the front of her slacks and panties where I curl a finger inside her.
Lexi wraps her arms around my neck, arching against me. I groan and yank her pants down, pulling them off her legs and tossing them to the floor. I slip her shirt off next, leaving her in nothing but a black lacy bra and panties. I sit back and drink in the sight of her. That lush body begging me to do bad things to it. This feels like a holy event, worthy of praising God or falling to one’s knees.
I unbuckle my belt and draw it through the loops, then wrap it around Lexi’s wrists. I secure her to the bedpost then draw down her panties and part her legs. I lick into her, exploring her soft folds, taking my time until she’s moaning and writhing, tugging against her bonds.
I slide a finger inside her at the same time I cup her breast, making her writhe beneath me. Then I push two fingers into the hilt, my thumb hitting finding her clit. She rolls her hips to take me deeper, mewling with pleasure. I withdraw my fingers and sit back, yanking off my suit jacket and removing my pants and boxer briefs and rolling on a condom
I should slow down, but I can’t. I need her as desperately as Lexi seems to want me. I roll her hips to the side and dip my index finger into her pussy, coating it with her natural lubrication, then pull her cheeks apart and find her anus. I give her little time to adjust to the idea before I insist, breaching her tight hole and finger-fuck her there.
Her moan sounds wanton, and her eyes hold that pre-climactic look of panic. I reach up to unbuckle the belt binding her wrists.
“Get up,” I command. “You climb on top.”
She moves slowly, looking disoriented, already lost to passion and submission. I guide her to straddle me, shuddering when her moist heat envelopes my cock. I grip her ass to encourage a gliding rhythm.
She looks wild, her hair falling across her face, her breasts spilling out of her bra, her expression one of animalistic need. I keep the pace, though I know she’s desperate to come.
I get a finger in her ass again and her core tightens around my cock. She clenches her teeth and lets out a continuous, low squeal, and I pull her harder, shoved deep inside her until she breaks, holding her tight to me while plunging my finger in and out of her ass.
“Now, Lexi!”
She screams, a sound from deep in her throat, her vaginal muscles squeezing my length until we both ride out our orgasms.
Easing my finger from her ass, I pull her down on top of me, holding her as we both catch our breaths.
When the beating of her heart against my chest slows, she lifts her head. “I love you.”
My lids droop. Hearing the sweet words from Lexi’s lips was even better than the sex. Why had I resisted emotional attachment in a relationship? I’d been denying myself the full package. Making Lexi mineowning herbecause that’s what is hot to meis more than a physical arrangement. It’s about holding her heart.
Taking delicate-fucking care of her sweet, sensitive soul.
It’s about giving it all, so I can have it all.
“I love you so fucking much,” I growl, rolling her to her back to kiss the hell out of her.
Epilogue
Janine and Juliana help me pick it out, one of them driving the car over to the apartment and the other following to transport home.
“We don’t get to stay and watch when you give it to her?”
“Sorry, girls. Some things are private. Thanks for your help, though. I’ll let Lexi know you chose it for her.”
They picked a brand new, dark blue Mercedes Cabriolet convertible for Lexi’s birthday. She maintains she doesn’t need a car, but I know her life would be simpler if she had one, and the sooner she releases any remaining fear she has from her accident, the better.
I’ve been trying to ease all her stresses, one by one. My attorney had her tax fraud case dismissed before it ever reached any charges. I also paid off the trumped up liability.
She confessed about the medical bills. I cleared that debt as well.
Both the IRS and the FBI have dropped their investigations after failing to find anything damning about me or the mayor. Carlo had a conversation with Stacy outside the FBI’s building the day they interrogated her. I’m not sure what was said, but I haven’t heard from her since.
Taking care of Lexi still gives me a high but no longer from the expectation of wielding power over her. Now it comes from the genuine desire to express my love, to show Lexi how much I cherish her. Not that I don’t pull the power play every chance I get.
I take the elevator upstairs, fiddling with the key in my pocket, surprised at how nervous I am.
I really want her to like it.
I open the door and meet her as she comes dashing out of the bedroom to greet me, a big smile on her face. I hand her a bouquet of roses and stargazer lilies then pull her body against mine, delivering a sensuous kiss to her glossed lips. “Happy birthday,” I murmur.
“Thank you.” She presses her breasts against my ribs.
I run my hands down her sides and in a circle over her perfect ass. “Your present is in the car, are you ready for it?”
“Yes! Let me just slip my shoes on.” Lexi’s shoes are a pair of blue sandals with a thin platform heel which make her sculpted calves look incredible.
“You look beautiful.” I put a hand at her low back, guiding her out.
She chatters away on the elevator ride down, but I honestly don’t hear a word she says because I’m thinking about my gift. I hope the thought of driving doesn’t intimidate her too much, making the present a poke at her sore spot.
I lead her across the parking garage, where the new car sits with a giant white bow tied around the top.
“We’ll take this one,” I say when we round the corner to face it.
She stops, her eyes widening, her jaw falling open. “Oh my God! Is this for me? This is mine?”
“Yeah.” My mouth is dry. I didn’t know why this makes me so nervous-it’s not a wedding proposal or anything. “I want you to start driving again. But it has some strings attached.”
She doesn’t respond at first, still adjusting to the shock of the eighty-thousand-dollar gift. After a few beats, she swivels to look at me, her mouth curving into a seductive smile. “What strings?” She slides a hand up the lapel of my jacket.
“I’m thinking something like a weekly blowjob, and,” I pull a silver choker out of my pocket and hold it up “you wear my collar. It means I own you.”
The necklace is a series of large silver dots-a tasteful, contemporary piece, classy enough to wear anywhere.
“But you already do.” She turns her back to me, lifting her hair from her neck so I can put it on.
“I do.” I kiss her neck. “But now you’ll have the collar to prove it.”
“And what happens if I forget to wear it?” She turns back to me, a mischievous sparkle in her eye.
I take her ass in both hands, kneading it. “Punishment, baby.”
“Mmm,” she murmurs. “Promise?”
I push her up against the car, squeezing her breast in one hand as I pull her head back by her hair and nip at her neck. “I should fuck you right here in this parking garage, little girl. Fuck you over the hood of your new car. That would help you remember who you belong to, wouldn’t it?”
She squeaks.
A car pulls into the garage, and I ease away. “You’re lucky,” I say, my voice thick. “Next time I’ll do it, whether someone drives by or not.” I pinch her nipples, which protrude through the padding in her bra. “Get in the car.”
She moves toward the passenger seat.
“The driver’s side, silly.”
“Oh! Right. You’re letting me drive?”
“It’s your car, isn’t it?” I ask, but I know what she means. “Just this once, I’ll let you drive me around.” I wink.
She fingers the choker, turning to gaze up at me. “Bobby… thank you.” Tears shine in her eyes. “I can’t decide which I love more.”
I brush her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “I’m glad you like them.”
I nod. “I love you.”
I wrap my arm around Lexi and cradle her face for a tender kiss. “I love you, Lexi. I’m keeping you forever.”
She stands on her tiptoes for another kiss. “You’d better,” she whispers.
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