Chapter 10
Theo
Waiting for the valet to bring us my car, I caught myself staring at Mia again. The brunette was ungodly beautiful and dinner had been amazing. The food was exquisite, the wine one of a kind, but what made it even better was knowing that my girl had a three-million-dollar emerald buried in her cunt as we ate.
“Oh!” she gasped, eyes flicking up as I tugged the chain lightly. “Theo, not now!” she whispered, looking at the other diners with shocked eyes.
But I laughed because they couldn’t see. Besides, why did it matter what other people thought? Her long gown hid the chain and my movements took place discreetly under the table cloth. Shit, this gem was worth more than three million; it was priceless and I couldn’t wait to pull it out of her snatch all the way, dripping with female juices.
But curiously, our conversation grew serious in the privacy of my car because on the drive back, an email pinged on my phone. Carelessly my eyes glanced down, only to see that it was a report from my private investigator.
Shit.
Mia must have sensed my unease because the brunette put a hand on my knee, squeezing gently.
“You okay, big guy?”
I glanced over at her concerned face.
“Sure, fine, honey. No worries.”
She rubbed my thigh lovingly through the material. “You just got really quiet all of a sudden. Is something bothering you?”
I let out a slow breath. To tell or not to tell? Usually, I keep my private life private, but with this girl, all holds were off and I spilled the beans.
“It was the private investigator I hired,” I answered in a tense voice. “The one I retained to find my birth parents?”
A stunned pause.
“You hired someone?” she asked. “What did he find? Is everything okay?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t know to tell you the truth. I haven’t even looked at the email.”
The brunette was contemplative for a moment, saying nothing. “Are you afraid?”
Shit, this girl knew me too well and I sighed.
“I don’t know. Maybe. I’m a mix of emotions. I have all these made up fantasies of who my parents were and the reasons why they gave me up,” I admitted. “But what if they’re just trash? What if they never wanted me because they’re terrible people?”
Mia murmured soothingly before lifting my hand to kiss one rough palm. “You’ll still be who you’ve always been. That information doesn’t change anything. And if you decide ultimately that it’s better not to know, then that’s okay, too.”
My stomach relaxed a little, unclenching from a tight ball.
“Thanks, baby,” I said. “I appreciate that.”
She smiled again.
“Of course. You know,” she began slowly. “I don’t have a clue who my father is either.”
Really? I turned to look at her, keeping a firm hand on the wheel. “How do you feel about that?” I asked.
She shook her head, pausing again, eyes contemplative.
“I don’t know to be honest. I guess it’s a little like you. I want to know, but I also don’t want to because what if it’s bad? All I know is that this guy ran out on my mom when she was pregnant, leaving her with some bills and some unpaid rent. She’s never heard from him since.”
Shit. That was really fucked up. Running out on a pregnant woman? This guy had no morals whatsoever.
“What a dick,” I said.
“I know. Who does that, right? How could my dad do that, knowing that a woman was expecting his child? So, yeah, maybe it’s better not to know him,” she said with a sad laugh.
We were both silent for a moment, letting the revelation sink in.
“Do you know his name?” I asked, trying not to push.
Mia swallowed. “I do. Raymond Turner.”
“Have you ever tried to look him up?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “I did. Once in middle school, but I couldn’t find anything.” She paused and then said with a laugh, “But I didn’t look too hard, you know what I mean?”
I nodded. “Sure, totally get it. I mean, I have two parents and I’ve never really looked for who they are or where I’m from before now. So I understand.”
But there was an angry lump in my throat because this Raymond Turner person was missing out on his brilliant daughter. What the fuck? This guy was so clueless and shitty, it was unbelievable.
Soon enough, the Ferrari pulled into my circular driveway and I helped the gorgeous girl out of the car. Shit, one glimpse of that plump thigh and I was hard.
“Ready for a horror movie?” I quipped. “Something to make you scream?”
Mia laughed. “Only if there’s a lot of popcorn.”
With our arms around one another, we stepped into the mansion. Of course, I had an ulterior motive. I love horror movies on dates because hopefully, the woman will scream and jump right into your arms, burying her face against your neck. And sure enough, that’s what happened once the killer made his appearance. Well, that and more.
Sure enough, each time her breasts jiggled with a scream, I grew hungrier and pretty soon, I’d whipped that gown right off, leaving the girl nude in my private theater. Shit, she was unstoppable, all heaving, creamy flesh with a slick wet slit between her legs. I pulled the emerald out of her.
“Oh god, I’m wet,” Mia moaned. “You’re so bad, Theo.”
“You are wet,” I confirmed, easing two fingers into her soaked pussy. “I love how drenched your pussy gets for me.”
Mia mewled helplessly, arching her back so that I could get in deeper. She looked like a goddess with those brown curls tumbling around her shoulders and a sweet pout on her lips.
“Hold on baby,” I groaned. “There’s more.”
And pulling my fingers out of her, I stuck them into my mouth. Oh shit, her pussy was so juicy and tangy with just a hint of citrus. Reading my mind, Mia leaned backwards with her legs wide open and pulled her knees up, baring everything. The position was obscene and yet an absolute turn on. I knelt before her on the floor, dick dripping with cum.
But Mia couldn’t wait. She traced a finger down my chest to my abs.
“You’re amazing, Theo. Absolutely irresistible,” she whispered.
And words like that only get you a prize because with a slow moan, I pushed my fat, veiny cock into her wet cunt. She arched her back and cried out as I thrust deep.
“Mmmm. That’s so good.”
With my thumb, I rubbed her clit and watched her squirm. She rubbed her breasts with her hands. When she moaned again loudly squeezing her eyes tight, I could feel her pussy contracting and gushing down on my cock.
I loved making Mia come. She looked so good when she did and her pussy got so insanely wet.
But my girl is a good one and her eyes flickered open then. “Fuck me in my ass, big guy,” she begged, pulling her knees up even further so that that brown hole below was revealed. “I’m ready.”
God, the woman was irresistibly dirty and how could I say no? Girls like this are once in a lifetime.
So obligingly, I pulled out of her pussy and brushed my dripping tip against her asshole. It twitched and winked, beckoning to me even as Mia squirmed a bit on the seat.
“Now,” she begged breathlessly, trying to catch me in her anus. “Now, Theo.”
And slowly, I pushed against the dark star. Oh shit, she was so small and it was impossible to get in at first.
“Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” I urged into her ear. “Relax and let your asshole go.”
Ever the A student, Mia inhaled deeply and sure enough, there was a popping sound down below. My cock eased into her asshole, the brunette crying out at the sensual penetration while arching her back again. Oh shit. Her butt was so tight on my cock. I knew I was going to explode any second.
But she always gets her way, turning to me in the middle of her ecstasy.
“Come in my ass this time,” she panted. “Give it to me deep.”
And her wish was my command. Gripping those thick thighs, I pushed in and out of her harder before losing control and erupting violently into that asshole, spraying that dark star with virile semen.
“Shit!” came my roar. “Shit, fuck, shit!”
The sensation threw Mia over the edge too. Her body was still for a moment before gripping my cock so hard that it almost broke off, the spasms were a powerful vise.
“Oh Theo,” she moaned, eyes alight with desire. “Oh god yes, just like that.”
And with that, we were locked together in every way because as a couple, we’d find the answer. We’d figure out our sad, shared history. We’d figure out the decline in Pictogram users with the investors calling for my head. We’d figure out how to prevent new hacks, even as Mia completed her degree. Because this woman was right for me, hands down…and I couldn’t wait to discover more.