Read Can't Buy Your Love Online
Authors: Tressie Lockwood
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In an involuntary movement, she spread her legs and took Owen’s hand from her breast to place it at her pussy. He thrust her panties aside and eased two fingers into her wetness. A shudder rocked her to the core, and she arched her hips on his thrusts.
“Vanity.”
She moaned. “Hm?”
“Stay with me tonight—and
every
night.”
She stilled his hand, opened her eyes, and stared at him. “What are you saying?”
“I want us to live together. I want you beside me every day.”
“I’m already beside you. I told you I’ll be right here throughout this custody thing. I’m not going anywhere. While I admit it’s scary, and it took me a while to take the step, I trust you.” She chuckled, a little embarrassed. “I’m even resisting the urge to prove myself with my bank card. I mean it hasn’t been that long, but you don’t know the temptations I’ve dealt with. I’m just…I’m here, Owen. I promise.”
He raised an eyebrow while he studied her face. “In other words, no?”
“I—”
“I see I will have to win you over to my way of thinking.”
“All or nothing?” she said.
“All and all!”
Vanity squeaked in alarm when he stood up and tossed her onto the couch. He unbuttoned his pants, and she caught her breath. The sight of the V at his groin arrested her attention, and she refused to look away. Owen shoved the slacks over his hips, and she sat forward. Her endless lust for him never dulled. They had sex everyday, but it was more than just about the physical. Owen seemed to know when to be gentle and when to dominate her. He read her like a book, and she loved it. She loved
him
. Each time they were together, admitting the fact came easier, both in her mind and out loud to him.
The tenderness that came into his gaze, the way he held out his hand to her, all drew her like a moth, but not to flame. More and more, Owen became a haven rather than danger or risk to her heart. She blossomed in his love and attention, and it made her want to get better—to
give
him better in return.
“I’ll stay,” she said on impulse, yet sure the second the word left her lips. “I’ll move in.”
His eyes grew round, and then he extended a hand to her. Vanity put hers in his and stood. They ascended the stairs to his bedroom and shed the rest of their clothes. At the bedside, Vanity drifted into his embrace. They clung to one another, and she tilted her head back to twirl her tongue with his. She reached between them and stroked his cock. The shaft strained against her hand, hardening as she worked it. Vanity squeezed the head and felt moisture at the tip. Owen groaned in her mouth, but he lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. Above her he took in her full length, and she didn’t miss the expression in his eyes that made her heart ache. Staying was the right decision. She knew nothing of making a home with a man and his child. Family seemed like a foreign concept, but she was willing and open to learn.
Owen climbed onto the bed. She parted her legs and raised her hands to him. He settled between her thighs, their hips meeting in the most mind numbing of pleasurable connections.
“Vanity,” he murmured as he eased his cock past her entrance. Vanity raised her hips off the bed to meet his gentle thrust. With each inch inside, she grew desperate for more. His harsh grunt when he was seated to the hilt sent shivers down her spine. Owen caught one ankle and raised her leg. He began gliding in and out of her pussy and hissed between his teeth. “You’re so hot, baby.”
“I’m hot for you. I can’t get enough.” She played with her clit, and the sensations of an orgasm teased with her mind but refused to break. Vanity struggled to pick up the pace as their bodies met, but Owen kept rigid control. She whined, and he appeared to pick up on what she needed.
He guided her hand over her clit, encouraging her play. Vanity tugged at the sensitive bud, and her orgasm grew stronger, but each time it crested in her core, the damn waves receded. She cried out her frustration.
“Easy, baby, I always please you, and this time is no different.” Owen pulled out of her. “Get onto your hands and knees.”
She did as she was told and looked back at him. To her surprise, he dropped to his knees on the floor and licked her pussy. Dripping wet, Vanity pushed back onto her lover’s tongue. Owen drove deep and laved her juices. She gasped and wiggled in bliss, but her orgasm didn’t come to a head.
Owen leaned away. “Play with your clit for me.”
She reached between her legs and began stroking her button. Pleasure ruptured like wildfire, and she rode both her fingers and Owen’s tongue. When she whimpered his name, he stopped once again, and she protested.
“Hold on, my love.” He drove his fingers into her and rotated them a little while. “So wet. You need to come, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, please, Owen,” she begged.
He removed his fingers and slid them higher to her anal entrance. Vanity bit into her bottom lip. She squeezed her eyes shut, and then he took the plunge, inserting one finger into her ass. He worked it around and around until her muscles loosened. A second finger followed the first, and strength left Vanity’s body with the sense of fullness. Still, Owen wasn’t done. He kept his fingers where they were and then threaded his dick into her pussy. She yelped.
“Keep playing with that clit,” he commanded.
Three spots stimulated at the same time, Vanity took in a single breath before her entire core went into hyperdrive. A climax took hold, more potent than any she experienced in the last weeks, and she screamed through her release. Owen pounded into her from behind until her shouts turned to whimpers, and then he altered their positions. He sat on the side of the bed with her on his lap facing away from him. Vanity held onto his thighs and rode his cock at an unhurried pace. Owen’s hands spasmed on her hips before he emptied his hot load inside of her.
“I love you, Vanity.”
She leaned back and sighed in contentment, a hand at his cheek to caress it. “And I love you, baby. You have my trust—and all my heart.”
* * * *
“Mrs. Chase, it’s a girl,” the doctor announced.
Vanity collapsed back on the bed, her mind in a spin. First a husband and a stepson, and now a daughter. As scary as it was, at last she truly lived.
The End
About the Author
Tressie Lockwood
has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at
www.tressielockwood.com
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