Day Five

I thread my fingers through Julia’s silky dark hair and make a fist as her lips squeeze my shaft tight. Her lips feel like heaven. Her tongue feels paradise.

This is my favorite way to wake up in the morning.

I woke up to a soft wet tongue sliding up and down my shaft. I thought it was a dream, but when I opened my eyes it was even better than a dream. It was a reality.

She looks up at me with her sexy green eyes that are watering from my thick cock. She moans as she sinks her head down deep, taking in so much of me that I roll my head back and groan. Fuuuuuccckk. She is amazing.

“You like sucking my big dick?” I ask as she slowly pulls up. My cock slides out of her wet lips into her hand.

“I fucking love it,” she says, taking a deep breath before taking me into her mouth once again.

I’m breathing heavily as I watch her. My heart is hammering in my chest as she works me with her delicate little hands and lush lips.

I still can’t believe that she’s here with me. I always wanted Julia like this, but I never thought I’d get it. I’ve always wanted her. Since I was six years old and my little sister brought her home to play with Barbies. I’ve been hooked.

She picks up the pace, hammering my shaft with her tight grip as she traces the tip of my thick head with her tongue.

Seeing her like this, with my cock against her sweet lips, is too much to take and I start feeling the short spasms that always come before I release.

“Just like that,” I groan, gritting my teeth as she strokes me even harder. I’m grunting like a caveman as she takes me into her mouth and sucks me so hard that her cheeks hollow.

A savage grunt rips from my throat as I coat her mouth with my hot come. She moans contently as she drinks it down, savoring every last drop.

My head feels like it’s filled with lead, and it drops down on the pillow as I try to catch my breath.

She disappears for a few seconds as I stare up at the ceiling, feeling like I just got hit with a tranquilizer dart.

“Here you go, sexy,” she says, handing me a steaming cup of coffee. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”

I think I’m in love.

But, I already knew that.

I take the cup from her and manage to climb up onto my elbows as I watch her strut into the bathroom. She’s wearing only her panties with her long black hair tumbling down her bare back.

“Can I come with you?” I ask, dreading the moment when she’s going to close the door and take away that beautiful ass.

“My pussy needs a break,” she says, looking over her shoulder with a grin. “Just a short one.”

I take a sip of the coffee as she closes the door, hoping she’s not going to take too long. Those scrumptious ass cheeks are painted on the backs of my eyelids, but the real thing is infinitely better.

My head is still spinning, so I place the coffee on the nightstand and drop my head back down on the pillow to recover.

A few minutes later, when the shower water is running, my iPhone starts ringing beside me. I reach over and grab it, answering without looking who’s calling.

“Tucker.”

“Can I speak to Miss Julia Tanner?” the voice asks.

Julia? Huh?

I pull the phone away from my head and realize that I picked up hers by mistake.

“She’s not available right now,” I say, my voice still groggy. “You want to leave a message?”

“This is the Marion Debt Payment Group,” he says. “She hasn’t returned any of our calls. Do you know when she’ll be available?”

“Debt Payment Group?” I mutter. “What is this concerning?”

“The twenty-nine thousand dollars that she owes us,” he says, sounding frustrated.

Twenty-nine grand?!? My little sexpot likes to spend money. I wonder how she’s going to pay that off with a kindergarten teacher’s salary.

“Email me all of the information,” I say, giving him my email address. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Tell her to call me immediately,” he says, sounding bitter. “Our company will take her to court if she defaults again.”

“Just send me the information,” I snap back. “You deal with me now.”

I hang up on the little prick and place her phone back on the nightstand. I grab my coffee and walk over to the closet where all of her clothes are hanging up.

A quick rifle through her dresses and it tells me everything I need to know. Prada. Givenchy. Oscar De La Renta.

She has a dozen sunglasses from Derek Lam to Linda Farrow. Same with her shoes: Christian Louboutin. Manolo Blahnik. Valentino.

“Who were you talking to?” she asks when the water shuts off a few minutes later.

“I was just looking in the mirror and telling myself how good I look.”

She laughs as she rolls her eyes. “I shouldn’t have asked. Want to hit the gym before breakfast?” she asks as she dries off her perfect body.

“Sure,” I say as I get dressed. “You go and I’ll catch up. I have something to take care of first.”

“Everything okay?” she asks me, looking concerned.

“It will be now.” I kiss her warm lips, smack her ass, and head for the door.

Mr. Mastercard and Mr. Visa have been her Sugar Daddies for too long. Now it’s my turn.

* * *

Forty-two minutes and almost a hundred grand later, Julia is out of debt. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is.

I had my accountant hunt down every last penny that she owes, and I paid it all off. Every. Single. One.

It took a bit longer than I had thought, so I’m a little late for our gym date. I run through the resort, putting my shoes on as I pass the pool where we got caught last night, and burst through the doors.

Oh, hell no!

Julia is wearing the tightest little shorts and a sports bra (that I now just paid for), doing squats. But that’s not what has me puffing my chest out as I hurry over. There are Navy SEALs everywhere, all surrounding her as she squats. Touching her back to spot her, watching her form, admiring her ass. I storm over like an over-possessive gorilla.

“Sorry, I’m late, Julia,” I say, elbowing my way in. I lock eyes on each one of the males as I pass them, warning them alpha to alpha that she is mine.

“I’ll take it from here,” I say, flexing my chest as I step in close to her. One by one, they leave.

“Thanks, guys,” she says, smiling knowingly at me. She can sense my jealousy, but I don’t care. I just want them to go away. This girl is mine.

“I guess I have to keep a closer eye on you,” I say when we’re alone by the squatting rack. “I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re surrounded by G.I. Joes.”

“Jealous?” she asks with a satisfied grin. “Keep that in mind the next time you keep me waiting for twenty minutes, not five.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, grinning at her as I pick up some weights. I start warming up my arms as she takes the weights off her bar. “Do you attract one guy for every minute I’m late? Is that how it works?”

“When I’m all sweaty at the gym,” she says with a chuckle. “When I’m all dressed up, it’s usually two guys a minute.”

“You won’t be mad at me when you find out what I was doing,” I say, excited to tell her the good news.

“Oooh,” she says, smiling as she takes off the last weight. “I’m listening…”

“I answered your phone by mistake when you were in the shower,” I say.

Her body tightens. “Okay,” she says nervously. “Who was it?”

“I think you know who it was.”

Her eyes drop to the floor and her ears turn red with embarrassment. “I’m going to pay them all back.”

“You don’t have to,” I tell her. “You don’t owe them anything. Not anymore.”

Her eyes dart up to mine. “What?”

“I took care of it.”

She thrusts her hands onto her hips. “What do you mean you took care of it?”

“I paid all your bills. What? I thought you’d be happy.”

She looks anything but happy. Her green eyes look like they’re on fire. “I don’t need you to pay my anything,” she shouts. The other people in the gym start looking over at us.

“Julia,” I whisper. “This is a good thing.”

“I didn’t want you to do that,” she says with her nostrils flaring. “I can take care of myself!”

“How were you going to do that?” I ask, getting frustrated. “Six figures of high interest debt? How were you going to pay that?”

“That was for me to figure out,” she shouts. She grabs her towel and yanks her water bottle off the bench. “So what, now I owe you something? You can hold this over my head?”

I put my hands out in a gesture of surrender. “It wasn’t like that. I swear.”

“Next time mind your own business,” she says before spinning on her heels and storming out of the gym.

The Navy SEALs are watching me with satisfied looks on their faces.

I turn away from them and look at myself in the mirror. I was doing better when I was being an asshole.

I can’t win with this girl.