Money Man (King Maker 1)

He tapped where they lay above my head and I nodded.

“Good girl.”

Back on his knees, he unzipped his pants at an unholy slow pace. I was greedy and almost moved to helped but managed to stay still just as his dick sprang free.

Once that deed was done, he picked up speed, shedding his pants in no time.

He gripped that big dick of his in one hand and rubbed the plum head through my wet folds.

“Watch your pussy swallow my cock.”

I lifted on my arms to see him inch his thick shaft slowly into my pussy. Spread wide, my inner walls accommodated his girth. As pain mixed with pleasure, I fell to my back and panted. He worked magic, fingering my clit and lifting my hip with his other hand. At the new angle, pleasure won over pain.

When he achingly bottomed out at my womb, he bent to suck one of my nipples as he slowly pulled out. Wanting more, I clamped my legs around his waist and arched my hips so he would hit bottom again.

“Greedy little wench, aren’t you?”

“More,” I cried, doing my best to impale myself on him.

“And so you shall have.”

In the blink of an eye, he untwisted my legs, flipped me over, and had my ass high in the air before plunging back in.

I might have screamed a little as I orgasmed just that quick. I fisted the sheets as his tempo picked up, milking my climax for all it was worth.

He bent over and cupped my breast while leaving a trail of light kisses up my spine. When he got to my neck, he rolled us over to our sides, still deep inside me. His thrusts continued, though he lifted my top leg to curl over his as he plunged deeper.

I was spiraling fast to another orgasm as his fingers played my pussy like a song.

“Tha thu a ‘mhèinn,” he said lyrically before his cock jerked inside me, filling me with his hot seed as my inner walls spasmed around him.

I lay limp and limber while he stayed wrapped around me. My eyes were closed in a drowsy slumber when I asked, “What did you say?”

“Tha thu a ‘mhèinn,” he repeated. When I nodded, he said, “Roughly translated, you’re mine.”

“Is that what I am?” I asked, feeling like I was wrapped in sunshine.

“I don’t think I have a choice,” he said as if he could hardly believe it himself.

I rolled away from him so fast, his softening cock was ripped free from my pussy.

“I’m not forcing you to do anything,” I complained, feeling stupid again.

His smile only irritated me more.

“I love that fire in your eyes, lass.” I narrowed them in response. “What I meant is, I can’t let you go. I want to get to know you better and see where this goes, though my life is complicated.”

It wasn’t a promise and I pressed my lips together, wanting to believe and trust him.

“Okay,” I said, softening. “You first. Tell me where you’re from.”

Though I knew he was from Scotland, I wanted to know more.

“My father met my mother in Scotland. Married her and brought her here where I was born. For a time, I think she was happy. But soon, neglect and his cheating caused her to go back home with me.”

Though I’d heard some of the story, this was a little more of the puzzle.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s his. He never came looking for either of us. Since my mom’s parents warned her not to marry that American, we were on our own.”

Unable to imagine what it would be like to grow up wanting, I kept quiet

“There were times when food was scarce, and clothes were well worn and too small. But we made do.”

I was at a loss. We weren’t rich back home, but no one went hungry. We made clothes and shared things that didn’t fit anymore or sewed new ones.

“Don’t cry for me,” he said, stroking a finger over the moisture on my face.

I hadn’t realized a tear spilled until that moment.

“I hate that for you,” I said.

“It made me stronger.” He held a hand out to the room. “These things don’t mean anything to me. They are my father’s penance as if he could make up for all his neglect.”

I finally took a glance around at the tan textured walls with gray washed furniture set on deep brown wooden floors. It was simple yet elegant. Something a man and even a woman could love.

But it was hearing that he wasn’t materialistic that warmed my heart.

“What about you?” he asked.

“My community is located in a small town in Pennsylvania. I lived there all my life until I went to college in Boston. And now I’m here.”

“You’ve never been anywhere else?”

I shook my head. “No, though I’d gotten my passport to travel for my honeymoon.”