"That's alright baby, why bother waiting?" I growled in reply, slowly massaging one of the welts. Instead of feeling bad for putting them there, I was inordinately proud of marking her as my territory. The scratches would disappear in a day, but in the meantime, I loved the fact that she was unmistakably branded mine.
I pulled aside the sheet to examine the insides of her thighs. The love marks were there too, evidence of my lips and teeth, as well as a few where my fingers must have pressed too hard. They moved up her thighs, closer and closer to her kitty, as if her pussy were the final prize.
"But I've already signed a lease for an apartment," she murmured. "I'll lose my deposit."
"Wildflower, forget about that," I growled. "I have more than enough for us both, and what's mine is yours. Mi casa es su casa," I said, gesturing to the loft that surrounded us.
It was true, I had more than enough money to support a harem of women, much less one beautiful girl with her threadbare clothes and single overnight bag. I'd been to her apartment once before and had resolved then and there to sweep her away. That dump probably had asbestos problems, not to mention the obviously leaky roof and scummy, dirty roommate.
In fact, I hadn't let her return after that visit. She'd been livings at my place since, commuting to class and continuing with her part-time catering job.
"Well, I want to at least keep working," she said stubbornly. "I can't let you pay for everything."
"Why not?" I said. "I clearly have enough." It was sound logic. She couldn't argue, could she?
She looked around the apartment. I lived in a loft with soaring ceilings, a grand piano, and top of the line appliances. Nor did she have to cook or clean. My housekeeper and private chef took care of that.
"It's just that … " she began, stopping.
"What is it?" I said.
"It's just that … we don't know each other," she said. "I mean, I only met you a week ago, and now you're saying that we should move in. I want to make sure that I have something just in case … you know … if things don't work out."
I'd been preparing for this. I pulled open the drawer to my bedside table and pulled out a jewelry case I'd stashed in there. I heard Wildflower's breath catch when she saw the velvet box, and her hand instinctively fluttered to her throat in surprise.
"Don't worry," I growled. "Even I don't move that fast."
Maybe it wasn't an engagement ring yet, but it would be soon if I had my way. She slowly opened the purple box, revealing a diamond-encrusted bracelet, slim yet elegant on her narrow wrist.
She gasped, at a loss for words. The value of that bracelet was probably more than a year's rent at her old place. I kissed her wrist, on the sensitive part where her pulse fluttered and gently skimmed my finger over her cheek, stopping to rest on her pouty, delicious pink lips.
"Wildflower, this bracelet is my pledge to you," I said. "If you need to move out for any reason, you'll be able to sell this and buy a small house. So go easy on yourself, okay? There's no need to keep that catering job. Besides, I'd rather have you here, underneath me," I growled, rolling over on top of her.
She gasped and then smiled sweetly at me, my heart turning over as she looked deep into my soul. With a soft kiss on my lips, she nodded her acquiescence and I groaned low in my throat. My cock had started to twitch again, and it was time to give Wildflower more of those love marks.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alana
It's hard to accurately describe just how fast Luke overwhelmed me. He was so rich, so domineering and assertive, that it wasn't hard to see how he'd come to be the head of a music empire. He was the CEO of Atlantis Records, a businessman and musician rolled into one. On more than a few occasions, I'd heard him tinker at the piano, and he was truly talented. Even my lovesick heart recognized that he had a real gift.
But as much as I loved this man and his magnificent apartment, I had my pride. I'd been poor my whole life, contributing to my family as soon as I was able to start working. I'd started as a gas station attendant, graduated to waitress, and during college, got the catering job which let me work evening hours so I could keep going to classes.
I love my family, but I'm not ashamed to say that we were poor. It was really just my mom, my gran, and me. My dad had been some rich guy who'd slept with my mom a few times, filling her head with dreams of a mansion and a big family, only to leave when he found out she was pregnant. It had been so hard raising me as a single mom that she'd basically given up her dreams of a career in journalism, instead working a secretary to support the three of us.
I was determined not to fall in the same trap. Sure, Luke was rich and he was promising me the world, but I wanted to make sure I had a back-up plan. I was going to keep going to school, get my degree, and then who knows? The world was my oyster.
In the meantime though, I'd been swept off my feet by this gorgeous man. Just last night, he'd gotten home from work and surprised me with another piece of expensive jewelry, this time an ruby ring which glinted in the light.
"Oh Luke, I can't!" I'd exclaimed, looking at the priceless gem. "I've taken so much from you already, I can't take anymore."
"Nonsense," he growled, pulling me into his arms. "It was made for you," he said persuasively, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Plus, it'd look great with the red lingerie I got you last week," he whispered into my ear.
I giggled a bit. "It would be perfect, wouldn't it?" I breathed, turning around. I kissed him with all the longing in my heart. He was my man, this breathtaking alpha male whose mere presence made my heart leap. I felt myself melting against him, succumbing to his magnetic pull. He laughed softly in my ear, nipping gently at my neck as his hands found the opening to my sweatshirt.
Although I still wore my college clothes, the casual sweats hid some seriously sexy lingerie underneath. He peeled the hoodie from my body, casting it away with distaste, mumbling something about buying me an entirely new wardrobe. He turned back to me, his eyes feasting on the mounds which pushed against the restraints of red lace.
Tantalizingly, I angled my boobs forward and arched my back, pushing one of the demi-cups down so that a nipple popped free. I sucked a finger into my mouth, never losing eye contact with him, and then dragged it down to my breast, tracing my areola with a wet finger.
With a growl, he pounced on me. His lips surrounded my nipple, suckling heavily as his hand massaged both jugs, squeezing and milking the creamy flesh. I threw my head back with delight, the sight of his dark head at my breast unbelievably erotic. He worked my boobs with his hands, greedily pushing them together so that he could taste both nipples at once, and I gave a cry of pleasure, my cunny gushing with fluid, preparing itself for his invasion.
He helped me wiggle out of my tight jeans and stopped short at the sight of the tiny red panties. I flushed, suddenly remembering what I was wearing. Luke had bought crotchless panties, and the garment was really nothing more than a red string circling my waist with a rope of pearls running through my cunny lips. The pearls were already gleaming and moist, lubricated with the juices of my arousal.
Luke reached down and teased my pussy softly, massaging the outer lips before pulling the pearls up tight against my clit.
"Oh!" I gasped, clinging to his broad shoulders for support. He let me hang onto him as he teased my kitty, spreading my lips so that the pearls were trapped inside, and then pulling the string tight so that I ground my slit against the hardness, desperately trying to relieve some of the building pressure.
"Don't worry, Wildflower," he crooned in my ear. "I'm going to help you come soon," he said, stroking my back.
I mewled plaintively, gyrating my hips as he continued teasing my pussy with skilled fingers. He moved down my body so that his head was at waist level and commanded, "Spread."
I knew exactly what he wanted and parted my legs, my steaming cunt on display for his hungry eyes. He didn't taste me immediately. Instead, he pulled the pearls to one side and parted my pussy lips, letting his gaze linger on the moist, ruby red folds of my inner channel. I could feel my vagina dripping with liquid, my clit standing up to attention before his male gaze.
He leaned in close and sniffed deeply while letting his hot breath tease my sensitive flesh. I squealed slightly, the tension almost unbearable. I needed his hot mouth on me, his clever lips and tongue arousing and enflaming me.
Sensing my desperation, he bent over and licked my luscious twat, running his tongue all the way from my perineum to the top of my clit. I cried out, my knees buckling.