In his room I laid down and Grant got back to work on my muscles. This time he included my thighs and feet. I took in his scent and allowed it to make my mind drift on silly impossibilities. Like, marriage, a family, those sort of rare things that didn’t much exist anymore.
Grant’s hands smoothed up my thighs, and with every round, my dress would be lifted higher and higher. I got the message.
“Yeah, go ahead and massage my ass too while you’re at it.”
“Good. I was going to anyways.” He gave my butt cheeks a firm grab with each of his hands.
“Wait, you weren’t going to ask?” I turned my head to the side, frowning.
“Why would I? You’re mine, don’t forget that.”
His sudden dominance made me shiver in my panties.
Grant continued to massage me, but when he moved to the front to do my back, I saw that delicious bulge nestled in his crotch.
I took a playful lick at his bulge and he growled.
"I mean, it's all in my face. What do you think I was gonna do about it?"
"I wasn't expecting you to lick my pants."
"I was going after your cock," I chuckled.
"Maybe something else needs massaging."
"Baby making time again?"
I turned over onto my back and Grant crawled over me.
"Let's not waste any time. I want you pregnant with my baby."
Grant reached down into his pants and freed his cock. It was already hard and red, ready to pound more of his seed into me so I could be swollen with his heir.
How did he end up needing all of this anyways?
I parted my legs and he smoothed a hand over my pussy. Having him over me like this made my nipples tingle with anticipation and my panties dripping with juices.
Real cock was better than any vibrator in the world. There was more to sex than just the orgasm, and unfortunately, I learned that being with Grant.
I shouldn't have to learn it that way. There was nothing between us, nothing but air.
I sunk down into his expensive mattress and sheets and reveled in the feeling of his hands roaming my body and how his scent would drift by my nose every so often.
"You're not still sore, are you?" he asked, smoothing over my nipples with his bare cold hands.
"I'm good. All the walking I did today helped it."
"We'll see," he hummed, inching into my entrance with his cock. I didn't know skin could feel so... taught. I could feel his firmness inside me as he went further into me.
"Wow, that feels amazing," I gasped out, unsure how to process the pleasure. Grant grinned and latched onto a nipple through my dress, silently making me lose my mind.
Once he was all the way inside, I used my pussy to pull him in even deeper, all the way until it was impossible to go further.
My breathing wouldn't stay steady, and I liked that. This was real, uncensored… and surreal.
"Hold on," Grant whispered into my ear, nibbling it. His hot breath swept my ear, heating my core.
"Okay," I murmured.
He began a rhythm that was quick, slamming into me with his heavy balls. The tip of his cock was well pronounced. Each time it slipped in and out of me, I could feel the thick rim and defined slit rub against my clit.
I was edged each painful time near an explosive orgasm. I even wondered what my ‘O’ face looked like.
Grant’s thrusts turned into a fight for the finish line, so he could mark me once again and sway the odds of me getting pregnant sooner in his favor.
I wanted to get pregnant sooner too, but the hard part has yet to come.
“Fuck,” Grant hissed, pounding into my pussy.
I was too lost in the wonderful waves of pleasure tossing me around to really care what anything looked like.
When he paused against me and I slammed into my orgasm like a car slamming into a wall at a hundred miles per hour, I felt his seed shoot into me like a fire hydrant.
I sure has hell would be surprised if I weren’t pregnant by now.
“Wow, that was…” I lost my words. Way too exhausted to talk.
Bang bang bang.
“What’s that?” I muttered.
Grant looked up at the bedroom door, which was open. So the banging had to be coming from his front door, wherever that was.
“Stay here, Stacy.” His words were gentle and kind, with a hint of caution. Placing the covers over me, Grant went out to see who was banging on the door. Even though I was tired, I was never too tired to see a little drama… as long as it didn’t concern me.
I peeked out of the door to see him check his cameras. The banging continued.
“Tara…” he said under his breath. Wait, was that his girlfriend or something? No, I shook that thought right out of my head. He wouldn’t have ‘hired’ me, and plus, not like I cared, he wasn’t my boyfriend or significant other in the first place.
Grant pushed a button and looked up at his monitor as he began to speak. “Ms. Tara.”
Huh, he was calling her by her last name. Formal. “How may I help you, I’m quite busy.”
“Open the door,” she demanded.
I didn’t like her voice, it rubbed me the wrong way. I wrapped the covers back around me as they slipped off. What was going on?
“Ms. Tara—”
“I have more papers from the court,” she urged.
My gut did back flips. Why was she here at such a late time? Courts weren’t open this late.
Grant sighed and opened the door with another push of the button.
Ms. Tara opened the door and marched inside.
I dipped back in when Ms. Tara entered. I didn't have a reason to really worry, but something about her just didn't jive right.
Not at all. What did Grant have to do with her?
"Grant, I'm concerned," she said, walking towards her. I watched from the crack of the door carefully. Her body movements were slow and sneaky, and she didn't dress like she was there for any formal or legit business. No, she was wearing red everything; red jacket, lipstick, and heels.
"Tara, you said you have papers, let me see them. I have no time for foolishness."
"Why I came to help you out of this mess. You're not the type of man who wants kids."
Grant's face contorted and he bared his teeth. Tara stepped back, surprised at his sudden changed.
"You have no idea what I want!" he shouted.
I jumped and the door accidentally creaked when I bumped into it. Now both their eyes were on me.
No need to hide now.
I stepped out of the room and looked at both of them.
"So you're using her? This wannabe slut's going to give you a child?" Tara scoffed, holding her wrist up to her mouth. Like that gave her any manners. Bitch didn't want to get on my bad side. I could still fight. And looking at her? She'd be easy to take down in such high fuck me pumps.
"And who are you?" I asked, moving my covers around me, making it obvious she interrupted something.
She looked me up and down like a hungry lion and gritted. "None of your business."
"I thought you weren't important enough. How about you leave," I moved over to Grant's arm. He better cooperate with me, "because you're interrupting us."
"Indeed so, Ms. Tara. Do I need security?" Grant said, his hand ready to push the button to call security.
She glared at us both with titanium daggers in each eye.
"Fine. Play it your way," she yelled, stomping out and slamming the door behind her.
I turned to Grant with hunched shoulders. “Who was she?” I couldn’t help but feel jealous. Angry, whatever the fuck it was, it was irritating.
“An old acquaintance,” he said, walking down the hall.
Wait, he wasn’t trying to explain who she was either.
“That’s it?”
Grant stopped and spun around. “I asked you where you were today, I didn’t get much of an answer, now did I. Go to sleep, you need your rest for our baby’s sake.”
I sucked my teeth and went out into the living room. I had been here for two days now, and I needed more clothes. Plus, I needed to check in on someone.