Page 39 of Unwillingly His

But, if my plans were to go the way I needed them to go, I had to make sure Stella had no other options.

Taking her virginity, as well as her money, left her pretty much in my hands.

There was no other bargaining chip a girl like her had.

It was 4:00 a.m. when I woke up. The alarm clock on the side of my bed told me that I still had another hour of sleep if I wanted it.

I didn’t. What I wanted was still fast asleep in my arms.

So I took her.

I shifted her body until she was lying on her stomach.

I could see the bruises I had left on her thighs and ass in the soft, ambient pre-dawn light that was coming from outside.

Just having this girl in my arms was enough to make my cock harder than it had been when I was in my twenties. I could outperform every man my age, but with her, I could outperform any man in the city.

I pulled her hips up, and even in her sleep, she was so desperate for me that she pulled her knees up and responded as I pushed them apart.

I pressed my cock inside her more gently than I would have preferred, but I knew she would be sore. I used that to my advantage, glorifying in the delicious groan of pain and pleasure coming from her lips.

Her pussy was still soaking, although I wasn’t sure if it was more from my come or if she was still greedily wanting more.

Stella Deiderich was a cock-hungry little thing, and she was all mine.

I hadn’t counted on that.

It was actually going to make my plans easier and much more enjoyable.

She woke as I pushed fully in, her back arching and her hips adjusting, giving me better access.

I thrust in again, and she moaned, pushing her hips up further, begging for more.

There wasn’t time for marathon sex this morning. So I reached down under her and tweaked her sensitive, swollen little clit as I fucked her slow but hard.

Her walls instantly fluttered around me, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. I gritted my teeth and held on, wanting to make it last just a little longer.

“Come, Stella,” I demanded with a quick sharp slap to her ass, and her body obeyed.

God, that level of control felt amazing.

She collapsed under me as I kept going, fucking her like I owned her. Because that was exactly what this was.

I owned her body and soul, and as soon as she accepted that, her life was going to be easier.

When she came again, I let go and filled her tight little cunt to the brim for the fifth time. I made a mental note to have a staff get her the morning-after pill.

Her belly swelling with my child so soon would raise the attention of people I didn’t want to deal with quite yet.

“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice still slurring with sleep.

“Shower. You stay right there. Do not move. Or else.”

She sleepily nodded as I went to the ensuite and took a scalding shower, rinsing the sex sweat and everything else from my body. I did what I did every morning in the shower and planned my day.

There was a lot that needed to get done and not a lot of time to do it. Not to mention adding the mystery of whatever the fuck her father had been up to. There was so much work to be done, transactions to unravel, and meetings that I could not put off.

I was barely holding the O’Murphy family back from trying to murder my son and the DA, as it was.

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