BABY DADDY (26 page)

I run away, gunning for my bedroom at the loft.

He’s right behind me.

“Go away!” I scream.

“You can’t get away from me, baby. Come to Baby Daddy.”

What the fuck…?!

I face him again midway up the stairs, breathing hard, ready to tell him to take his Baby Daddy ass out of my property. Right. Now!

But he’s already naked.

Fully aroused.

Ready for action.

He grins at me. “Miss me?”

Oh no.

Oh YEZZZ!

The moment he touches me, I come alive.

I didn’t realize until this moment that I was rapidly dying without him, my flesh drying up, my essence evaporating.

But now…oh boy! This must be how a vampire feels seconds before getting blood sustenance after a century of hibernation. He’s my elixir. I’m trembling with the violence of my hunger. I want to suck all his energy into me and feel alive all over again.

I feel his hunger, too as he’s ravishing my mouth like it has never been ravished before. He’s not gentle and I don’t want gentle right now. I want it hard and fast and rough and dirty.

He topples me across the carpeted stairs, looming above me like a conqueror who has vanquished his enemy, big and and vibrating with blood lust, about to possess the prize of his violent victory. But I’m not afraid. I want to be ravished and devoured.

He tugs at the front of my wraparound dress with brutish impatience. When he couldn’t get it out of the way, he rips it in two, exposing my torso.

My bra’s gone in three seconds.

He growls and buries his face in my chest, inhaling deeply. Then he’s feasting on my breasts, his lips capturing my nipples, sucking on them none too gently.

He’s not slow. I don’t want him to be slow.

His hand slams between my legs, palming me roughly.

Adept fingers sweep aside my panties and find the pulsing center of my hunger. I moan, heat exploding inside of me and I shiver, the tingles running from my nape to my toes.

His fingers dance around my clit and I go crazy.

He lifts his head and looks between us, at his hand between my spread legs, at my abundant wetness coating his fingers. “God, baby, I missed this. So wet…”

Then he’s going down on me.

His tongue moves over my clit like I cannot believe, strong and steady and relentless and with the force of my need I know I’m gonna come fast and I don’t want that. I want him inside me when I come, my walls gripping him.

I wrench his face from my pussy. “Inside me! Now!” I command him fiercely.

He grins at me, his lips glistening with my juices and I’d never get over it, of him wanting me like I’m the only woman available for him and I don’t want to believe it but I look at him and there’s no doubt how he wants me.

Lowd, that big, bad cock!

He rips my panties off of me.

I’ve been fantasizing about this every day
since she left the island, jacked of to it countless of times you’d think I haven’t come in ages, so hard I am right now. I’m on the brink but I cannot resist running my cock head over her wet, wet pussy.

She buries her sharp nails on my ass cheeks. “Hurry!”

I laugh, loving the jolting little pain that only inflames my erection further. “Here, baby…” I breach her entrance, tight as a fist as usual. “Shit, haven’t you using Bob lately?”

“What…?”

“You’re so fucking tight. Not that I’m complaining. Oh my fucking god, I’m not complaining, babe but you’re gonna make come fast with this.”

She giggles. “You have to meet Bob.”

“I don’t think I want to meet him. Shit, don’t clench around me like that. Oh fuck, that’s so good, baby…”

She lifts her pelvis, bringing me deeper into her. “More! I want more, Raiden! Please!”

Damn, she’s so hot and I know I won’t be able to hold it for a minute If I start pumping. I reach for her clit again and work her up, pushing her to the summit first.

She shrieks, clenching tighter around me, her nails scoring my back, and I ride her short, violent flight to the peak, slamming hard into her, pulling out and slamming deeper.

I unleash my longing for her, taking her like she wanted it, hard and fast and deep.

Sweet god. What did I ever do to deserve this joy? I don’t know, but I would be grateful everyday. Every…fucking…day!

She falls apart in my arms, her cries of ecstasy resonating inside of me, triggering my own rapture.

It’s nuclear.

I explode and go blank.

Blank. Blank. Blank.

Blessedly empty.

But full.

So full.

Of her.

“What are you doing here, Raiden?”

“I think that’s a rhetorical question, considering where I am right now.”

I roll my eyes but he’s right. He’s still inside me and obviously has no plans of moving out as we speak.

“You hate New York.”

“Who said so?”

“Well, don’t you?”

“I can’t hate New York. You live here.”

Okay, so he suddenly decides he wants to live in New York.

With me? I hope not!

Sounds like it.

I try a different tack. “You left you mother in the island.”

“She’s been kicking me out for ages. She’s happy I left.”

I sigh. What could I possibly say to make him leave?

Do you really wanna?

“So…you’re gonna stay here for how long?”

“Until you’re pregnant.”

“And then?”

“I don’t know, I can’t think beyond that. Let’s make you pregnant first then I’d cross the bridge when I get there.”

He’s stealing my lines, the rascal.

“What about your responsibilities in the island?”

“Sandro and mother are there.”

“What about your art?”

“I can make art anywhere.”

“Raiden…”

“Stop thinking about reasons why I shouldn’t be here. You want me here.”

“No—”

“You’re lying and we’re done talking.”

“What do you mean?”

“Talking ruins everything. I’d rather act.”

“You can’t just come here and do this.”

“Do what? This?” He starts grinding his pelvis against me again.

“Raiden, listen—”

He suddenly pulls out of me and the abrupt motion jolts me but I felt every inch of him, every hard inch of him (again!) pulling out. It was an electrifying sensation. My inner muscles are too sensitive after that blast of an orgasm he gave me minutes ago but my pussy wants more.

He picks me up like I weigh nothing and climbs the stairs to the loft, dropping me on the bed.

He flips me on my stomach and knees my legs apart.

I don’t need to look behind to know my bum is an open playing field for whatever he has in mind.

“Baby, you have the best ass on the planet,” he say rather breathlessly and squeezes the cheeks with his palms, feeling my abundant flesh there, then slapping them.

I yelp. He licks the crack of my ass. I shiver from the hotness of his tongue slithering between that valley.

His arm snakes around my waist to lift me up on my knees and before I know it, his face is buried there again, his tongue darting out to rim me. “Ohhh god, what the hell…!” But oh lowd, that feels so fucking good!

“Uhmmmm…..” His voice vibrates onto my flesh and I grab the sheets hard, aroused beyond belief again.

I writhe under him, shameless now. He has seen and touched and licked all of me and I have nothing else to hide. Who knew this would feel so epic? Heck, I was probably the only one who didn’t.

I don’t know what he’s doing down there. I can’t see. All I can do is feel, feel, feel…his tongue in both my holes, not savaging them but worshiping them while his fingers strum my clit, and I’m wrung tighter than before, my climb to the summit quick and furious.

“Raiden…”I gasp his name but couldn’t articulate how good I feel, how great he is at what he’s going.

Then he’s back inside me, slamming all the way in, his big, hard cock claiming its territory once again, pushing and pulling and I’m flying high again, catapulted to the heavens. I scream at my peak but he doesn’t stop.

He grabs my hips and rides me harder and the pleasure just goes on and on and on, my pussy getting more stroking until I’m literally losing my mind.

He crouches above me, whispering furiously in my ear. “You want my babies. Hmm? You want them?” His words are punctuated by his thrusts.

“Oh god, yes! Yes!” And I meant that as a prayer.

He slams one last time and stiffens behind me, hugging me tight against him, groaning harshly as he empties inside me.

We slump on the sheets, his full weight falling on me and I close my eyes, too drained to move a finger.

“Holy fuck…” I murmur.

“Gimme thirty, baby. Baby Dada needs to recuperate. You wrung him dry,” he says in a weak voice.

I let out a weak giggle, too, my body humming in absolute satiety.

I have no comment. That was…uhh…ahhh…I have no words.

SEVENTEEN

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25 CONTROVERSIAL QUOTES FROM THE STYLE EMPRESS

On being called a bitch:

Make that capital B. Thank you.

That’s the perfect attitude to match my clothes.

Stella Rhodes

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“RAIDEN, PLEASE, LET ME UP.”

“No.”

He’s slumped between my legs like a dead weight.

We’ve been all over each other since yesterday.

We didn’t leave my apartment. We didn’t talk much. We were too busy getting our fill of each other all night. I lost count of how many times I came, or how many times he came. It was a marathon.

We only got up to take a hot shower together and order dinner from a restaurant and had it delivered to my apartment. We didn’t talk much over dinner, too. He was busy touching me, as if he couldn’t wait for us to finish eating so he can get back to licking and nibbling on me from head to toe.

This morning he woke me up with an aching sensation. I realized he’s been going down on me and I was gushing in my sleep. It was the strangest, most pleasurable feeling, to wake up on the verge of orgasm. My body has rested for a few hours and was only eager to be pleasured again.

“I need to go to work,” I tell him.

“Take the day off. You’re the boss.”

“I can’t. Fashion Week’s in less than two months and I don’t have a collection to show. I’m fucked.”

“Yeah, you are and you’re getting more. Just gimme a few minutes. That was fucking….whew!”

“Raiden, be serious!”

“I’ll help you. Don’t worry about it.”

“Help me? Designing?”

“Yeah.”

“What…You just don’t get it, do you? You think this is barefooting on a sunny day at the beach, nice and easy, no worries. This is my life’s work we’re talking about here!”

He sighs and plops on his back beside me, relieving me of his weight. I miss him already but I sit up, dragging the comforter to cover my body.

He touches my back. “I’m sorry.”

I sigh deeply and get up from the bed.

He gets up too and embraces me from behind. “Don’t be mad. C’mon, let’s take a shower, then we go to work.”

“We?”

“Yes, we. I want to see how you work. I’ve shown you my work place in the island. You should show me yours.”

“But—”

He scoops me up in his arms, as he loves to do.

Sighing, I cling to his shoulders. “When a man loves picking you up like this and you weigh a ton, what do you do?”

“I don’t know. Give him more blow jobs?”

I burst into laughter, slapping his back chidingly. Just like that, he can switch my mood from somber to sunny. And he’s staring at me with that look again. I missed that. That look that makes me feel like I’m a prize men go to war for. Like I’m Helen of Troy.

“I missed you, baby.”

My throat closes up, my eyes water. I kiss him hard on the lips before I embarrass myself.

We end up in the bathroom with another round of groaning and screaming. I cannot believe the sounds that come out of me when we’re at it. I didn’t know there was a porn star living inside me.

I’m in extremely deep shit.

The tables have been turned. Adam is doing the tempting, here in the Big Apple!

The moment we enter my studio,
all eyes are on us.

Rowann pretends to be busy at his table but I know what he did, the traitor. He’s siding with Raiden now, huh? How easily he’s abandoned my ship.