Chapter 11

Michael

Pay for the dress? Who cares about that fucking dress?

Only thing on my mind when I tore it off her was how damn amazing Stella would feel. Now, I’m still reeling from the way she was able to take every last bit of me as if it wasn’t a big deal at all.

I’m starting to think that whole fucking mail-order thing wasn’t as big of a scam as it seemed. Never before has there been a woman who could do what she did.

Fuck, I might actually be in love.

“Do you really think I give a damn about one of your fancy outfits?” I growl.

“Excuse you. That was Gucci I’ll have you know.”

I don’t think I could give any less of a fuck.

And I’m hoping that she doesn’t ruin this fucking moment with the ‘Return of the Brat’.

I grab the red number she wore earlier from the hanger and hold it up at her. “And this?”

“Versace.” She gives me a look as if I should know.

I rip the dress like it was made of paper and watch her eyes widen in surprise. For a moment, I think she might shed a tear over the dress as if it was some lifelong friend. To my surprise, she ends up smiling and laughing instead.

Maybe there’s hope for her yet.

“You know, we still have this place to ourselves for a bit longer. Be a shame not to take advantage of it,” she says, twirling a lock of her pretty blonde hair around an elegant finger.

Well, holy fucking shit.

Not only can she take me—all of me—but she wants more.

She’s like a fucking godsend—if a godsend costs a million dollars anyway.

But despite her beauty queen attitude and designer dress fetish, she’s worth every fucking penny. And then some. Easily the best million dollars I ever spent.

“What do you have in mind?”

There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes as she drags me out to the store. I let her lead me, if only because I’m curious to see what it is that she’s thinking.

She takes me to a rack of scarves and throws one at me. It looks and feels expensive, just like everything else in the store, but, again, I say and do nothing out of curiosity.

“Put it over your eyes.”

I laugh at her.

She pouts and bats her eyelashes at me.

Fuck it. Not like she’s going to run off on me or something...

I tie the silk floral around my eyes.

Her palms and nails slide down my body. Feeling her touch me, while I’m effectively blind makes it all more visceral than before.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m blindfolded or if I’m still incredibly fucking horny.

Likely a mix of both. Not that it matters.

What does matter is how much I want that blonde goddess before me.

Her hands reach the base of my cock, and she gives it a squeeze that makes me groan. Then, she starts stroking me.

But only with one hand. What’s the other one busying itself with? Pinching her nipples? Rubbing her clit between her legs?

She answers my unspoken question when I feel some silk fabric wrap around the base of my cock.

I did not expect some makeshift cock ring out of a six-hundred-dollar silk scarf, but it’s a nice surprise.

Stella’s lips move over the head of my cock, sucking hard as if she were trying to pull my soul out from inside of me.

And the way she’s sucking tells me she’s hell-bent on doing just that.

But then she changes her game and is licking up and down my shaft. I’m also pretty certain that she’s drooling all over my cock, but I can’t be sure.

All I know is that it feels so damn good that my toes are curling against the floor at the touch of my balls in her palm. She’s fondling and massaging them so good that I nearly forget for a second that she was a virgin up until I took her.

“Where the hell did you learn to do this?”

“Natural talent,” she says with far more confidence than I expected.

She begins sliding the scarf up and down along my shaft. It’s an odd sensation, one that I’m surprised to find that I enjoy...especially when coupled with the way her lips move around the head of my throbbing dick.

With every suck and lick, I get stiffer in her mouth. Each stroke of my spit-covered cock with the scarf has me moaning in a way I haven’t before.

Somewhere in this whole damn clusterfuck, I realize...that I don’t want her to leave. That, as crazy as it sounds, I want her to stay.

And it’s not just because she can suck my cock better than any girl I’ve seen in porn or because she can take my cock and still want more.

It’s something else.

I’m hesitant to say it, but I might actually be...fucking in love with Stella.

This isn’t hyperbole. This is legitimate.

I. Love. Stella.

I pull the blindfold from my face and pull her up from her knees. I lift her right into my arms and crash my lips against hers.

My cock is ready for round two. And I hope to squeeze in a round three before we no longer have the privacy.

Of course, I could just buy the fucking place if I wanted.

Now there’s a thought.

That would likely make Stella permanently wet and horny.

“Fuck me. I need you inside me,” she begs.

I find the nearest hard surface, which turns out to be one of the white leather backless couches that dot the store.

I lay Stella down on her back, and I slide into once more. She’s a tight fit, but it’s like she opens enough just to welcome me in—all of me.

I thrust my cock into her hard. My hands grip her perky tits, and my thumbs run over her nipples.

She grips the arm of the couch over her head and moans for more. Her hips move against mine in harmony so that each thrust has me filling her to the hilt.

I can feel that rise to the peak building, and my own moans of pleasure become guttural growls of untamed, wild lust.

She tells me, “Give it to me. Fucking fill me.”

And I do.

My body stiffens, and I feel as though I’ve stepped out of myself as I force my cock in her as deep as I can. Every spasm sends a jolt of electricity down my spine, and my hips instinctively thrust a couple more times to shoot the last of my seed in her.

I lean down to kiss her, but I stop short as I get lost her in blue eyes.

“I love you Stella.” Fuck. There, I’ve said it.

She blinks at me a few times.

“Really? You...you actually mean that? No joke?”

I shake my head. “No joke.”

Then, she kisses me, hard and fast and with reckless abandon. And against my lips, I can feel her mumble the words back.

“I love you, too.”