“Cressida, what the fuck are you doing here?”

She crawled like a feline on the floor toward me, until she was kneeling between my legs. “I’m here to welcome you back.”

It was obvious, the little brat had taken over my household staff, including my hardcore bodyguard as they apparently indulged this little whim of hers.

I should send her to the other car, so Reno could fly her back to the Hamptons and wait for me there as I instructed her to do, but when she put her hands on my knees and knelt between my legs, I lost it.

I didn’t think I could attend a meeting with a blood-filled rod sticking from my gut anyway.

“I told you to wait for me at Camelot,” I tried to make my voice firm, but failed.

She made this purring little sound, like a kitten snuggling closer, seeking body heat. “But I was so sad.”

“Why?”

“Because you left me all by my lonesome there. Gwenie missed King Arthur pretty bad.”

I fought my grin. “I was on a business trip. Didn’t you go shopping? You had the chopper at your disposal.” I left her with enough cash at her disposal, too.

“Yeah, but I was bored out of my panties. And you were not there to take it off.”

I couldn’t hold back my grin this time. “Bored shopping? Never heard of a female say that.”

“You’re looking at one.”

Her hands crept to my chest, deliberately bypassing my bulging fly. She already knew how to tease me.

“I missed you. Camelot was empty without you. Your bed is so huge it made me miss you more.”

My cock expanded even more, if that was still possible. That girlish lilt in her voice was so sexy and adorable.

“Oh Josh, I need you,” she breathed, her palms framing my face. They were warm, adding heat to my already over-heating skin.

“Yeah? How much?” I remained calm. The brat must not know how much I was dying to bang her right now, like she was the very air that I breathed.

She smiled naughtily. Her hand dove between her legs and then came back to my lips.

“Here. Taste how much I want you.”

Jesus H!

The scent of her arousal invaded my nostrils like a snort of coke. Highly addictive shit.

My calm went flying out the window.

Fuck it!

I sucked all her four fingers into my mouth, tasting her essence. How I’d missed her juices on my tongue, around my cock.

She moaned as I sucked her fingers.

I hauled her up to sit sideways on my lap. I kissed her lips, driving my tongue down her throat as my hand zeroed in between her legs. I felt smooth, soft flesh right away.

No fucking panties.

I palmed her mound and I groaned, relieved to feel her pussy again. My fingers immediately explored her inner folds, sliding between those strips of silky flesh drenched with her cream.

I groaned in her mouth and tongue-fucked her as I slid my middle finger inside her.

Fuck, such tightness still astounded me even after weeks of fucking her. She would have been looser by now but three days without touching her, she was as tight as a fist again, forcing me to wait a bit before I could penetrate her with my shaft. I certainly didn’t want to rip her open like I did the first time. I didn’t ever want to hear cries of pain from her sweet lips except her mindless cries of pleasure.

She was squirming on my lap, moaning sweetly, her tongue sparring with mine as her cunt squeezed my finger, reminding me of the pleasure my cock would be getting soon.

I slid another digit in and she closed around it tighter still. My thumb petted her clit. She let go of my mouth, gasping for air. “Oh God, Josh, I’ve missed that so much! Please, please, don’t stop. Please!”

Her face and neck were flushed, signaling her impending orgasm.

“Have you been scratching this itch without me?” I demanded, moving my fingers faster.

She shook her head vehemently. “No!”

“I thought you’ve learned new tricks from Xtube?”

“I only said that so you’d hurry. Oh God, yes, like that! Just like that. Josh, that feels so good! Don’t stop! Oh God, I’m coming!”

I pulled my hand out.

She screeched in protest.

“You’re coming around my cock.”

She whimpered. I bodily hauled her and shifted our position, pushing her to lie back. She immediately opened her legs wide to accommodate me.

I couldn’t resist having a quick taste of that dripping pussy as I tore at my fly, freeing my erection.

I lapped her up with quick strokes of my tongue, sucking her clit, tasting her heady essence. I groaned. I missed giving her cunny but I couldn’t fucking wait any longer. Later, I’d eat her to my heart’s content, but now, I had to put this monster inside her.

She gripped my shaft eagerly, stroking it like I wanted it. “I want this. I want it so much! Josh, please!”

I was leaking in her palms, barely holding my cum in.

“Guide me in, baby,” I managed to say.

She pulled my cock toward her dripping entrance and I entered her in one mighty thrust.

That moment when I breached her very small opening and it stretched to accommodate my size always felt like I was taking her cherry all over again, except that I knew I was not hurting her this time.

Her almost incoherent cries told me enough how I was making her feel. Despite the nature of our association, I knew that she couldn’t fake her pleasure with me. I smelled it on her skin, that unique aroma of her arousal that fired up my own. I saw it in her flushed face, that reddish color on her skin that extended to her breasts when she was very aroused and close to coming. I felt it in the abundance of her wetness welcoming my cock into her depths every time.

Like now, she was so fucking wet as I began to pound her hard and fast. I didn’t need to start slow with this level of viscosity.

Fuck, so good. So fucking good I was losing my mind.

“Cress…baby…” I kissed her lips again as I slammed into her like a piston in high gear, savaging her little hole with all the violence of my lust.

I’d missed this. I’d missed her so much.

She moaned in my mouth as we swapped saliva, sucking each other’s tongue, nipping each other’s lips.

I was rough, drilling her hard onto the limo’s seat, giving her every inch of my cock and more. More, fucking more!

She let go of my lips and threw her head back, her eyes rolling in their sockets.

Her sheath clamped tightly around my shaft, doing this incredible massaging sensation as she came, crying out my name over and over, her nails digging painfully into my arms in her mindless state of ecstasy.

Jesus, so beautiful. So fucking mine!

Babies. She could have my fucking babies.

All of it!

That little fantasy never failed to intrude into these final seconds toward my peak. I exploded with the seismic shock of a major earthquake jolting my entire body. I howled like a dying man, emptying inside her, giving her every drop.

The paroxysm lay siege on my entire system till I forgot everything but the bliss I was feeling in her arms.

I didn’t know how much time had passed.

I heard the soft purring of the limo’s engine as it continued to cruise. Floyd knew when not to disturb me in here.

I felt her breasts cushioning my chest. My face was nestled in the crook of her shoulder. I inhaled her familiar scent, too familiar now, too addicting for my comfort, but I inhaled more of her deeper into my lungs, getting my fill after three days of not getting a whiff of her.

I was still buried deep inside her. I didn’t want to come out. Her pussy felt too good around my cock.

I unbuttoned her shirt and cupped her left boob.

Fuck, I missed her boobs. I hadn’t even kissed and sucked these beauties. I hadn’t even undressed her and myself. I was so hungry for her I went straight for the finale.

Discipline. Temperance. Self-control.

What a joke I had become.

“What did you do while I was away?”

“You mean Floyd didn’t report to you?”

“I’m asking you.”

He was still lying on top of me and I was glad he didn’t want to separate our bodies yet. I missed him so much. I wanted to feel him inside me longer, inhale his scent more. The smell of Josh after an orgasm was simply addicting.

I stroked his nape gently. He moaned, settling his body more comfortably above me. Thank God for the expensive upholstery of his limo, I was blissfuly crushed by his weight.

“I went to see my father,” I confessed, but I was sure he knew about it.

“I see.”

I didn’t want to ruin his good mood but at the same time, I was desperate for us to talk about my father. Josh had temporarily slowed down the hands of time leading to my father’s trial, but he had the power to halt it altogether.

“How is he?” he asked after a while.

“He lost a lot of weight, understandably so. But he’s fine.”

He was silent.

“Josh?”

“Hmm.”

I had to ask him. This was the opening I’d been waiting for. He asked about my father.

“Have you decided what to do with my father’s case?”

His body went still. My hands automatically tightened around him. Please, don’t…!

But he pulled himself up and stared at me.

“Nothing has changed, Cressida.”

I fought not to show my disappointment. He seemed to be testing my resolve. “Do you need more convincing?” I asked him softly.

He smirked. “You gotta need more than this tight pussy to make me change my mind, sweetheart. But as it is, I’ll take this hot willing pussy for as long as this game of yours lasts, thank you very much.”

I swallowed the big lump that lodged in my throat. I looked down at his chest to veil my pain. “This is not a game.”

He completely pulled out of me and settled on the seat beside me, lazily tucking himself in and zipping his pants.

I bit my lower lip to keep my tears in check. “So, there’s a way to change your mind,” I said casually, as if he just didn’t tear me to pieces inside.

“Huh?”

“You said it will take more. There’s a way.”

He shook his head. “Damn, you’re tenacious.”

I glanced at him, not bothering to cover myself. “Trust me, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Our eyes clashed. I inwardly smirked when he couldn’t help roaming his gaze all over me.

“How much pounding do you need before you throw in the towel and run back crying to your daddy, little girl?”

“Careful, careful, big boy. The most powerful men are often screwed by their own hubris.”

His jaw clenched. “Cover yourself.”

I righted my clothing quietly.

“Here.”

There was a small velvet box in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“A little trinket for that pop.”

I ignored his crude words. I took the box and opened it. The “little trinket” was a necklace with an oval pink diamond pendant. Exquisite. I was no stranger to extravagance. This must have cost a fortune from the box’s engraved brand alone.

I schooled my features into a perfect calm. Scooping my hair up with my hand, I turned to him. “Please?”

He put the necklace around my neck without a word.

I touched the pendant resting between the swell of my breasts. So, he liked to insult me with expensive trinkets. “Thank you. I love it.”

He just grunted beside me.

I smiled and settled in my seat. What did my mother often say about diamonds? They speak louder than words.

I wondered where Mom picked that cliche up, but as I gazed at the man beside me who was already busy barking orders like a tyrant on his phone, she may be right.

Lesson learned today. A diamond per orgasm would sooner or later make me a tiara.