The Manhattanites: Unscrupulous Part 20

"What happened?"

"Blake said my courage to stand up to my parents motivated him to want to tell his folks about his s.e.xuality. So I went home with him. I sat with him while he told them."

"You're a good friend."

"His parents are the most conservative New England types you'd ever meet. I still can remember the look on their faces."

"Were they okay?"

"No, not at first. His mom got sick, right there in front of us. It was horrible. They cried for what felt like hours." Taddy paused and started to smile.

"And then?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Morgan hugged him. It took them awhile but they loved him more for being honest, for being who he was. I was grateful to have been there. So...don't you see...I'm blessed to have people like Blake in my life. They are true to themselves and to me. I respect and love him so much. I don't think I could ask for more."

"I see what you mean." Warner sensed Taddy had depth, but not like this. Underneath those designer clothes was a woman who had a big heart. "You're quite remarkable."

She gave him a kiss on the lips. "Maybe I should go downstairs to my room to get some sleep before the press event." Taddy sat up to leave.

"No way." He grabbed her, pulling her into him. They were just starting to get close and know each other better. Warner didn't want her to pull away. Bringing his face to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Warner licked them. Realizing they were probably tender, he gave each nipple a respectful kiss then he returned his attention to her face. "I know what we can do. Afterward you'll sleep for hours."

"My p.u.s.s.y is too sore." She s.h.i.+vered with a chill.

He lifted her right leg to witness her swollen c.u.n.t. She'd climaxed too many times to keep track. Warner ma.s.saged her thigh. Licking his two fingers, he slipped them into her a.s.shole.

"Warner!" She grabbed onto his shoulders.

With a sly glance, he offered her a villainous smile.

"I've never done a.n.a.l."

"Please."

"I'd love to try." She kissed his lips. "You're going to have to be gentle, no rough stuff."

Look who's talking. "Music to my ears." He reached behind him for a condom from the nightstand and the bottle of lube. "Can you also be gentle?"

After unwrapping the condom, she sheathed his erection. "You should special-order extra-ginormous rubbers for the next time." Taddy laughed, tickling his b.a.l.l.s, but had nothing to say about his tough-girl-in-bed question.

Next time? "So you're saying-you want to see my p.e.n.i.s again?" He took a quarter size of silicone oil onto his hand and lacquered her a.s.shole.

"Perhaps." She squirted lube all over his hard-on. It grew with each stroke.

Ready, his c.o.c.k itched with intense pleasure. Having Red rub his d.i.c.k, even when wrapped in latex, felt euphoric. "Taddy, baby." He slid two fingers into her a.s.s, testing her tightness.

"It burns," she gasped.

"You weren't kidding." He tried for three fingers.

Taddy gripped his c.o.c.k and pressed the tip to her a.n.u.s. "Go slow." Obviously scared, she kissed him sweetly.

"I promise." He pulled her into him, ready to take charge. Readjusting her leg around him, he buried his tongue in her mouth. His c.o.c.k pushed into Red's a.s.s.

Her warmth guided him deeper.

"You're doing good, baby." He kissed her again. "Breathe for me. Take a deep breath." He went in more.

Taddy inhaled, then exhaled as her a.s.s opened a little more.

"Baby." He sank in farther. "I'm nearly all the way in." He kissed her again, putting attention on her nipples, ma.s.saging her sore b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She was beautiful. She was quiet. She was sweet.

His c.o.c.k drove farther into her tight, hot a.s.shole. He loved this.

"G.o.d, Warner."

"I'm in, honey-all the way." He rocked her gorgeous body back and forth. His manhood guided her frame against his. Warner could come right this second. However, he'd hold it. "How do you feel?" Cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he drilled her a.s.s.

"Amazing." She panted. "You're..."

"Don't fight it. Let me be one with your body. Lie with me inside you." He pumped back and forth. "You'll get familiar with my d.i.c.k, I promise."

"I love it!" Taddy screamed in pleasure.

He pumped again, responding to her joy. She was talking to him more this time around than before. Maybe her reservations were starting to disappear. Feeling encouraged by the vulnerability in her eyes, he complimented, "You're everything I've hoped for."

Taddy slapped him across the face.

Ouch! "What did I do?"

Her eyes squinted. "Rough play."

Fast, he grabbed her wrists, pinning her down. His stomach churned with Rielle flashbacks. Her abusive ways. "We're going to talk about your nastiness." He stayed in her a.s.s. "I don't like that behavior."

"Warner-"

He placed her on her back. Bringing his body down over her, he didn't wait for a response.

"I-"

"Stop." He gently covered her mouth with his hand.

"Ouch!" Blood spotted her lip. She'd nipped herself.

"Let me talk, Red. I mean it." He slid farther into her a.s.s. It was tightening fast, putting pressure like he'd never felt before on his shaft.

Blinking, she nodded. Arms out at her side, she balled her hands into fists.

"Rough play is fun-but you will respect me in and out of bed." With his c.o.c.k embedded in her a.s.s, he pumped once, then twice. "Especially since we're new to each other."

"Yes," she muttered. Her hands reached for his triceps, holding on to them.

"You will never tell me to shut up. And I will never choke you when we're in bed." He didn't appreciate what she'd requested of him earlier.

Eyes widening, she nodded.

"You will never hit me." He removed his hand from her mouth, wiping the blood from her lips.

"I understand." Taddy lifted her head from the pillow and tried to kiss him.

He jerked his head, not ready to accept her apology. "Have you ever been in a relations.h.i.+p?" He pumped. Her a.s.shole constricted.

"It's been awhile." She looked away, inching to the bed's other side as his c.o.c.k slid out.

Pulling her back in to him, he sank his d.i.c.k deep inside. His gaze returned to hers. "I can tell. You're feral, like something from the wild." He kissed her with a slight laugh, pressing his lips upon hers. Cautiously, she opened her mouth. Warner shoved his tongue inside, deep-throating her. Let your walls down, Taddy.

"I never said I wanted to be tamed." Taddy arched her back.

Here we go again. "Is that so?" He thrust down on her a.s.s, pulling her with force onto his c.o.c.k.

"Warner!" She put her palms on his chest to push him off. Her nails, the acrylic tips almost pierced his skin.

"I have what you need." He pressed his body on top and kissed her.

"Whatever." She pushed her hands against his chest. He could fall back, allowing her to pretend she didn't need his affection. But he knew better. She grew defensive and ridiculous.

"I have what you want." He kissed her stiff upper lip. "Kiss me back, Red."

"Spare me."

"So I'll ignore whatever garbage flies from your smart mouth."

"Warner, I'm Taddy Bri-"

"Quiet." He kissed her lips and lifted her legs high. Sliding in, he allowed her a.s.s muscles to guide his next o.r.g.a.s.m.

In bliss, she screamed and reached for a pillow, placing it over her face to stifle the ecstasy. Perhaps she knew he didn't intend to stop drilling until he came.

He pushed her legs back and her c.u.n.t split wide. Tush up, he jackhammered her a.n.u.s. "Yeah, Red." He dove in deeper.

Taddy's hot a.s.shole swelled tight around his d.i.c.k, resembling a virgin's c.u.n.t.

"Come for me, Red." He scissored his fingers over her m.u.f.f. Stroking the hood, protecting her c.l.i.t, he studied her face as she removed the pillow and relaxed. That's it, Red! Gently, he pulled her folds back, feeling the hard kernel underneath. Vibrating with excitement, her c.l.i.toris felt good under his fingers.

She creamed, then giggled as if embarra.s.sed by her ability to come.

"My girl!" He cheered her on, rejoicing in her beauty.

Using her o.r.g.a.s.m to re-lube her a.s.s, he thrust in harder. It was his turn now.

She held onto her ankles when he climaxed.

He came in her a.s.s, the seed bouncing inside the latex. Fragrant s.e.m.e.n filled the condom.

Her once-crimson face blanched. Taddy cried.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No! I loved it."

He tore the condom off and threw it onto the floor, holding her in his arms. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know why I hit you."

"Are you afraid of getting close?" Warner didn't expect this from her.

Her eyes closed as she nodded. "Other than my friends I don't let a lot of people into my life."

"I hope you can make room for me." He held her tight. "Sleep here, next to me. Don't go to your room. We'll talk about it some more in the morning."

Taddy kissed him back. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed. Unsure if she'd hit him again or leave the room, her hand came around his shoulders, wrapping her body tight around his. "Please-hold me."

She needed him.

Gathering Taddy into his arms, he rested her face on his chest and wondered if she pushed everyone away from her who tried to get to know her better.

G.o.d did I screw up. The next morning, lying there next to Warner, Taddy was so mortified by her behavior, she couldn't face herself. How could she even look at him? A take-charge billionaire like Warner couldn't be bossed around. He didn't work at her company. What had come over her?

The desire to be choked?

Taddy had starred in her own p.o.r.no in her head and spat at him while he stood, thrusting inside her, trying to be intimate and be real with her. She'd thought at first she'd done it to be playful. Looking back, she understood Warner had let one slide. Taddy had acted out to hide the real emotions coming over her. She'd been enjoying something other than l.u.s.t, other than her usual s.e.x cravings, and wasn't prepared to identify or label them.

The slap across his beautiful face?

One minute she'd enjoyed being in his arms, his c.o.c.k planted in her a.s.s, and then fear had consumed her. He'd use her. He'd throw her away. She couldn't bear it, so that's why she'd slapped him.

After her hand had struck his handsome face-he didn't pull her hair, call her a wh.o.r.e or tell her to invite her friends over for some girl-on-girl action. No, this was like nothing she'd seen in the Manuel Coq de la Grande movies. Or like anything she'd experienced with the guys in the city. Warner just looked down at her with disgust and disappointment. Was it a mistake to hook up with him? At dinner, when she'd taken his hand, she'd hesitated. It would be a night like no other.

She could run a Fortune 500 company, no problem. She could be a boss. She could be a friend. However, real intimacy could ruin her. Part of her, rich with desire, wanted to cuddle with Warner and try to redeem herself. Another element wanted to run for the door. Leave a note stating she'd fallen ill and returned home to New York.

d.a.m.n this press conference.

Her eyes squinted as the French Riviera sun came through the windows. Warner moved, letting her know he was awake. Taddy rolled over. He was staring at her. His face searched for an answer from her, for what had happened last night. She didn't know what to say. "Good morning, Big Daddy." Taddy forced a publicity-perky voice.

"You wanna talk more about last night?" Warner folded his hands over his eight-pack, straightening the sheets out below him.