by Madison Faye
“You’ll have the world, angel. And your mother too, of course. Whatever she needs, it’s done.”
I cup her face, my eyes burning into hers.
“Anything, baby girl,” I hiss fiercely. “Ask for the damn sun, and I’ll put it in a box all for you.”
But before I can say another word, Lyra throws her arms around my neck, crushes her soft, pouty lips to mine, and kisses me, hard. I growl into it, swallowing her moans and holding her small body tight to mine, like I never want to let her go. And when I do pull away, I already know what I’m going to say.
Shit, I knew I’d say this the second I saw her.
“I think you should marry me.”
Lyra’s eyes go wide as saucers, and her bottom lip falls open in such a cute, sexy way that I want to suck it between my own lips and push her back down on the sofa. Her breath catches, and I watch as she slowly swallows, her eyes searching mine.
“Was that a proposal?” she says quietly — so quietly that it’s almost a breath of air that wisps from her lips.
“No,” I growl. “This is.”
She gasps, her hands flying to her face as I pull her up off the couch to her feet, kiss her cheek, and then drop to one knee in front of her. The whole of fucking New York glitters in the late afternoon sun, and as the light dances over her face, I somehow fall just a little bit more in love with her, as if that was even possible.
I’m ready for this. I’ve been ready to find this girl my whole goddamn life. I’ve been ready to claim her, and make her my own, and protect her fiercely from anything in this world. I’ve been ready to love her, and bring children into this world, and raise a family with her.
And now that I’ve found her, trust me when I say that it’s all happening.
She cries when I bring the ring out. Like I said, I’ve been looking for her my whole life. I’ve prepared for it, keeping this in a safe in my office until a time when I knew I’d need it. Funny thing is, it’s perfect for her. It’s just her style, with just enough jaw-dropping size and glitz to it to stun her, but not so much that it takes away from the jewel she already is.
I pop open the box, looking up into her big blue eyes, with her gingery red hair framing her perfect, angelic face.
“Marry me.”
It’s not a question on purpose.
“Yes!” she cries as she falls into my arms, wrapping her arms so tight around my neck as she peppers my face with kisses.
“Be my queen, angel,” I growl into her neck, kissing her skin and holding her tight. “Be my queen, have our children, and be mine forever.”
She’s still saying yes as I sweep her up into my arms and head for the private elevator to my penthouse, and to my bed.
First she tempted me.
Then I claimed her.
And now she’s mine, and I’m hers.
I play for keeps, I take what’s mine, and I keep what I take.
And I’m keeping my angel, forever.
Epilogue
Damien
Six Years Later
Today is a good day, for a couple of reasons. For one, Bill’s officially going to jail, for a long time. The final sentencing for his insider trading and securities fraud charges was this afternoon, and despite some of his cronies’ attempts at bribing the jury — no, seriously — it looks like he’s going away for quite a long time.
Trust me, if you feel a little bad for the guy, don’t. Besides being a crook, turns out Bill was also hustling retired veterans into a Ponzi scheme and trying to swindle them out of their pensions. And if you’d possibly still need another reason to smile at Bill going away for thirty years, once he was arrested, Lyra’s mom came forward with some serious domestic abuse charges on him.
So, yeah…fuck Bill.
But today’s also a good day for better reasons. Today marks the first day of me officially stepping back from work at the company I built from nothing. And I couldn’t be more excited.
After all, Castle Capital will run just fine without me physically being at the office. Cole is as much a bulldog as me when he wants to be, and I know he’s keeping the ship sailing on course. Castle Capital was my life - I mean hell, I fucking lived above it. But that was then. That was before I found my true soulmate in this world and realized there were more important things in life.
Like my family, who’s just fallen asleep watching the world’s goofiest cartoon movie. I glance at my wife and grin in the near-darkness of the living room. She nods, smiling back, and the two of us stand with the bundles of blankets and pajamas in our arms. James, our four-year-old, is snoring quietly in my arms, and I can see Parker, our two-year-old daughter, asleep in Lyra’s as we bring them down the hall to their rooms.
We’re not in the same place, of course — not living above my company anymore. It was certainly big enough, don’t get me wrong, but too close to work.
No, we’re in a different place now. Still a penthouse, still on top of an obnoxiously big building, and still with fantastic views though. I mean, I may have stepped back from work, but I still have more money than I could possibly spend. And besides, fuck it: I know what I like and what I want.
Clearly, I think as I gaze at my wife, tucking Parker into bed.
My Lyra. My angel.
Our relationship raised questions and brows of course. After all, she was eighteen, I was twenty years older. But it worked, and it continues to be the strongest relationship I’ve ever even conceived of. And after all, I fell in love with all of her — body and soul, the physical beauty and the gorgeous, deep, inquisitive and fierce spirit inside. So, it was a lot more than just her age, trust me. It’s not like I was some sort of pervert.
…Well, maybe a bit of one, but I don’t think she did or ever will complain about that.
And in the end, if anyone did or does have a problem with us and our relationship? Fuck em. Who cares? Play for keeps, take what’s yours, and and keep what you take.
I still live by that motto, by the way.
With the kids asleep, we move back to the living room and collapse onto the couch. We could have paid help when it comes to our kids, and we do, while we’re both at work. But when we can be home with them, there’s no need for anyone else. Exhausting? Hell yes. But worth every fucking back ache and lost hour of sleep.
Here’s another thing I love about my wife. When the two of us go together, she could have just stepped back from everything and lived a very comfortable life doing nothing but yoga and shopping. But, that’s not the life for Lyra, and it’s one of the reasons I’m so crazy about her. She still went to school, and still killed it there, and still got into an incredible business graduate program after getting her undergraduate in art history and antiquities. She blind-pitched (so they wouldn’t know it was my wife) a board of my trusted advisors on a new investment idea for Castle Capital, and they ate it up.
So, that’s what she runs now: the new art and antiquities wing of our investment portfolio, which not only deals with crazy expensive ancient art, but is also one of the top donators to public school art programs and un-funded new artists. And she’s kicking ass too. She’s smart as as whip, and even though a lot of people underestimate her when they first meet her because of her age, it’s an advantage. There’ve been many CEOs of other trusts or other foundations who walked out of meeting with my angel feeling like they’d gotten their balls sliced off after she showed them how much of a killer instinct she really has.
That’s my girl.
On the couch, she snuggles into me, tracing a finger over my chest as she sighs.
“Should we watch something slightly less manic and animated?” She grins as she looks up at me. “There’s that new movie with—”
“I can think of seeming more fun than a movie.”
The flush comes into her cheeks instantly, and as they grow red, her eyes get that hungry glint to them. Yeah, I think we can both think of something more fun to do right now then a movie. Because despite the four-year-old, and the
two-year-old, and the jobs, and the way life just heaps on you sometimes, there’s one thing we both always seem to find time for, no matter what.
Fucking each other’s brains out.
She gasps as I grab her and pull her into my lap, and when my mouth finds hers, she moans into my lips. My blood burns fiercely in my veins, and I can feel something roar inside of me, like it does every time this perfect woman is near me, let alone settling onto my lap. And six years and two kids later, not a fucking thing has changed in that department. Lyra’s still the be all and end all for me — the light of my life, the reason I live, and the the goddamn sexist girl I can imagine — even in sleep shorts and an old t-shirt of mine like she is now.
That t-shirt goes quick though, because it’s what’s under it that my mouth is after. I groan as I slip it over her head and toss it away, before kissing my way down her neck and across the soft swell of her tits. My cock throbs rock hard in my sweats, pulsing against her as my hands slide down her bare back and my lips trail over her breasts. I find a nipple, and she moans as my tongue swirls over the candy-pink peak.
Her hands drop to my lap, and I growl as I feel her soft little fingers wrap around my shaft through the sweatpants. She strokes me as I lick at her nipples, and it only sends more fuel to the fire burning inside.
I want her.
I want her primally, and completely, like I always do. I want to sink every inch of my cock into her dripping wet, slick, tight little cunt as she rakes her nails down my back and begs for more.
That’s how I want my wife, and I’m about to tear her sleep shorts off and do just that to her, when suddenly, she pushes me away, twists, and shoves me down onto my back across the sofa. I growl, but she pounces on me, red hair loose and free around her face and her sharp blue eyes glinting with need. Her fingers slip down my abs, teasing my skin before she hooks them into the waistband and yanks my sweats down. My cock throbs out, rock hard and pulsing, and she coos quietly as she lets her eyes trace over it. Fuck, she makes me so fucking hard and gets me so big, and without her even touching me, a big clear drop of pre-cum beads at the tip and slowly trickles down the shaft.
“Mmm,” she purrs, licking her lips and dragging her eyes up to mine as she settles between my legs. “That for me?”
“You know it’s all for you, angel,” I groan as she wraps a small hand around my shaft and gives me a slow stroke.
“Then can I taste it?” Her eyes drop to my cock as she strokes me, but then they slowly move back to my face. She bites her lip, batting her eyes so damn innocently as she jerks my big cock in her hand.
“Can I suck it, Daddy?”
Fuck.
My cock lurches in her hand, and she moans, knowing how much I want her and knowing how much we both love when she’s a dirty girl like this. She leans down, opens her soft pink lips, and before I can even prepare myself, that hot, wet little mouth is sliding so slowly down over my fat cock.
I growl as Lyra inhales my dick, her hand stroking me and slowly teasing my balls as her tongue flicks the underside of me. Her cheeks hollow, and she moans, sending vibrations through me as she hums and bobs on my cock. I groan, fucking spellbound as I watch this perfect sex kitten who happens to be the love of my life inhale and slurp on my cock.
But I need more.
She gasps as I yank her up and around, so that her cute, tight little ass is facing me with both her knees on the couch next to me. She moans, dropping her mouth back to my cock and sucking me deep inside. But this time, I’m slipping my fingers inside the waist of her sleep shorts and yanking them down to her knees.
The beast roars inside of me at the sight of her sweet, pink pussy, nestled tight between her thighs. I can see how fucking wet she is, her arousal glistening on her lips and making my cock throb. I move in and use my big hands to spread her thighs and her lips before I sink my tongue deep inside her cunt.
Lyra cries out around my cock, whimpering as I push my tongue in and out of her tight pussy. I tease it lower and start to swirl it around her clit, groaning into her as I lick her sweet pussy.
“Oh fuck, right there, honey!” She moans, panting and stroking my cock with her cheek on my side. She arches her back, pushing back into my mouth as I start to tongue fuck her pussy. “Right there, daddy!”
I roar, pushing my tongue as deep as I can before sliding it out and moving up. I groan as I drag my tongue over her tight, puckered little ass, knowing that it drives her fucking nuts when I do. And of course, it has the desired effect.
Her whole body shakes, and the moan starts deep in her chest as I tease her little asshole with my tongue. My hand comes down with a sharp smack on her ass, and her moans start to fill the room. I groan as I feel her small hand stroke my cock and her tongue dance over my crown, and in response, I push my tongue deep in her ass, using a thumb to tease her clit until I feel her start to shake.
I could do this all fucking night, but when she comes, I want it to be with every inch of my cock buried deep inside of her.
I slide out from under her and push her down onto her chest and her knees on the sofa. Lyra moans, arching her back and panting in anticipation. I move behind her, keeping her sleep shorts tangled at her knees as I line my cock up against her slit and tease it up and down. I can feel her slick wetness coating my head and dripping down my shaft, and as I tease her, more of my pre-cum leaks from my head and dribbles down her thighs.
“Please,” she moans, panting and pushing back to try and get me inside. “Dammit, don’t tease me,” she giggles, whimpering in pleasure as my head bumps over her clit.
“Tell me what you want then, princess,” I growl, my voice low and edged, and I can feel her moan under me.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” she whispers breathlessly, arching her back and letting her pussy slide over my swollen head. “Please slide that big cock inside of me and fuck me hard. Please.”
Teasing her is fun, but I can only hold back myself for so long. And all it takes is her begging me so sweetly for me to lose all control. I ease the head inside, and then before either of us can catch our breaths, I plunge every single thick inch of my cock deep inside her perfect, tight pussy.
Lyra cries out, and I groan, feeling her hot, slick, tight walls milking me for all I’m worth, like she’s trying to suck the cum right out of me before I’ve even moved. I grit my teeth and grip her tight little ass in my hands, sucking in air to keep myself from just filling her with my cum right there.
And I will be doing that, mark my words. But first, I need to feel her come. First, I need to fuck her tight little body with every inch of my cock until she’s melting into a puddle. I want her screaming for more as her slick, sticky juices run down her thighs and stain the couch. And then, I’ll come. Then I’ll let go, and fill her to the brim with my hot cum until it drips from her pussy.
But first, I’m going to make this angel come.
I drive into her, my hands gripping her ass tight as I stretch her wide with my girth. Lyra cries out, clawing at the sofa in front of her and moving into the crook of her arm as I pull back, only to slide every inch back inside with one thrust. Her pussy clings to me, sucking me back in and rippling along my length like she doesn’t want to let me go as I drive in and out.
My palm comes down against her ass, leaving a pink mark on her skin and bringing a cry of pleasure to her lips. Her pussy tightens on me, making me groan as I feel her body hunger for me. I fuck her faster, and deeper, my heavy, cum-filled balls slapping her clit with every thrust and my hips grinding against her ass.
I slide my hand up her back and wrap her hair in my fist. Lyra moans, and when I pull it just tight enough to make her gasp, I can feel her pussy clench tight around me. My muscles tense and my jaw tightens as I grind in deep, letting her feel how fucking hard she makes me as I pin her to the couch with my cock. I lean over her, biting and sucking at her neck as I drive my thick cock into her tight little slit over and over, until her cries of pleasure are just one long moan
that I never want to end.
“You like feeling my big cock fill you up, baby girl?” I growl, pulling back so just the head is inside before rocking my hips forward and burying it to the hilt inside her slick, wet, heat. “You like when daddy fucks this tight little pussy until you come all over my balls?”
Lyra screams, arching her back and slamming her hips back into me.
“Yes!” she moans.
My hand in her hair twists her head around just enough so I can crush my lips to hers, and as I start to fuck her as hard as I can, her moans are the sweetest tasting thing I’ve ever had.
“Come for me, angel,” I growl into her lips, feeling my balls swelling with need to release inside of her. I drive in balls-deep, grinding into her as I grab her ass possessively and let my teeth graze over her ear.
“Be a good girl and make that sweet little pussy come all over daddy’s big cock.”
Lyra explodes beneath me. Her whole body tenses, and the cry of pleasure that tumbles from her lips is so damn perfect and sweet that I immediately cover it with my own lips and swallow it whole. Her back arches, and she drives her hips back, taking me as deep as I can go. Her pussy ripples and milks at me as the orgasm thunders through her little body, and when chest clenches down so tight, like she’s pulling the cum from my balls with her cunt, I roar as I let go.
My cock throbs rock hard as the cum pumps into her, splashing against her womb and filling her to the brim as I follow her over that edge. I hold myself there — so deep inside of her as I shoot rope after rope of my thick, sticky cum deep inside of her, listening to her gasp and beg me for more until I can feel it leaking out from where we’re tightly joined.
Slowly, we come to a panting, groaning stop. I roll us over, keeping damn sure that my cock stays sheathed her in sweet heaven as we move to our sides, my arms holding her close. She snuggles back into me, purring like a kitten and doing that thing where her pussy ripples and clenches at me - knowing damn well that it drives me crazy.