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Amber
Getting picked up by a custom gold Bentley was never something a younger me would have thought possible. But Momma did always tell me to care for my looks and they would take me places. She was right and would be so proud of me getting my car door opened by my new billionaire boyfriend. Well,almostboyfriend… I think I pretty much have him in the bag. Or, more specifically, the family diamond in the bag.
Jet dates a few women other than me, but I’m his favorite. He’s said so, and I don’t mind if he’s lying as long as I have a chance at that title.Mrs. Jet Harrington, heir to the Harrington Diamond Company.
With a brush of his lips against my cheek, my tall lover guides me onto the cream leather passenger seat with his warm palm. My fingers run along the rich brown upholstery stitching when I look up to give him a shy smile, batting a few lashes while meeting his look of anticipation. Those sharp gray eyes narrow slightly, causing me to wilt inside and silently agree to do whatever he asks of me.
His long strides cross in front of the hood before he jumps in. Without even starting the car, he brushes a palm through hisrich brown locks, then along his jaw before he asks, “But, you took it out, right?”
“Well,Ididn’t do anything, except lay there. But, yes, for the third time, I had her remove my IUD.” Swallowing back my desperate yearning for his approval, I await his reaction. A slow, creeping smile greets his thick, broad lips, then meets his piercing eyes before he opens his mouth in a small, happy laugh.
“Good girl.”
And just like that, I’m under his thrall again. There’s no escape… but I’m not even sure I want to leave. Or that I can afford to.
Gathering a chunk of my blonde locks between his digits, he follows a movement of tenderness as his fingers dance along the shiny strands, then settle on my shoulder, picking up some of the wool from my pink shift dress with a pinch. “The tailor did an excellent job with this.” Continuing his decline down my bare arm, the back of his hand trails to my thigh before his large hand squeezes me there. “You’re so beautiful, Amber. No wife of mine will ever use birth control. You get that, right?”
“Yes, Jet. I understand. You’re right. The hormones mess with a woman’s natural body. That’s why I had it removed.” He’s lectured me plenty of times that he doesn’t want any woman he is with to be on pills. At twenty-five, he’s ready to settle down and start his family. I also know the rumors. He’s the eccentric, disturbed billionaire’s son who puts his girlfriends through bizarre tests to see who is worthy. But I’ve made it this far and have outlasted several wretched hoes that couldn’t stand the fire. And, sure, I may have helped a few of them disappear one way or another.
“Fuck!” Gripping my hand, he pulls it across the car’s cabin and places it on his crotch. His cock is ready to bust out of his trousers. “Just the thought of… How long did they say until you’re ripe and fertile again?” Pushing his hips up, he adjustshimself, thrusting into my hand more firmly. Curling my fingers around his thickness, I pump up and down gently while he moans.
“Immediately, but, there’s really only like a twenty percent chance of pregnancy per month anyway. And I don’t know when I’ll ovulate. Could be in a few weeks.” Internally, I’m kicking myself that I hadn’t already gotten pregnant with him. Despite his whorish ways, I was the only one he hadn’t used a condom with.
The energy buzzes off him like a beetle being zapped by a black light. Before I can react, his large, defined arm reaches across the center and pulls me onto his lap, my tight skirt edging up so I can squeeze my thighs around his middle. Leaning forward, he monitors my eyes with his intense stare, which drops to my lips until he suctions them up with his own, our tongues dancing together in a fury of passion.
His kisses never fail to leave me completely hot, wet, and breathless. It’s not as if he’s just latching lips. No, Jet kisses like he’s going in for a battle of wits and wants to see what you’re made of; if you’re as strong as he wants you to be. As he moves to gather more of me, his hands thread through my long hair, a whimper escapes my mouth, and my pussy gyrates against his bulge.
“Pull my dick out.” His voice rings out in a commanding growl through clenched teeth. Sitting back against his seat, he points with his forehead toward his belt buckle.
“Jet…” Quickly, I glance around the city street. People are strolling by at regular intervals. It’s broad daylight and we’re parked in front of a busy medical office building. “We’ll be seen.”
“Yeah. Probably. I don’t fucking care, baddie. Take my cock out and get on it.”
My fingers glide over the metal of his zipper, but I stop, hesitating. Jet grips the back of my neck and narrows his eyes. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” I respond automatically, just like he’s trained me to.
“And you want to get knocked up by a billionaire, right? Get taken care of? Who takes care of you?”
Putting a small smile on my face, I place my puckered lips against his cheek to calm him. “You do, Jet.”
He whispers, “Then do as I say, baddie, and fuck my dick. Get me off. That’s what you want, right? You want to be my little wife?”
Biting my lip, I nod, then undo his pants, and pull down his boxer briefs, his veiny girth bobbing out. We do sit low in the car, and someone would have to bend down to see exactly what’s happening, so I obey and edge myself onto his hot cock, my arousal for him allowing me to slide on smoothly.
“Ugh, that’s a good girl.” Brushing back some of my hair, his gray eyes sparkle like the rain as he bites his bottom lip, then smirks. “Fuck, I love that your pussy is always wet for me. You love knowing I could knock you up right now, don’t you? Get that cash from me?”
“I-I wantyou, Jet. Not your money.”
Bright, straight, white teeth flash a generous smile at me as I slowly bob up and down on his lap, the roof limiting my movement. Pressing his face into my neck, he murmurs, “Show me. Show me how much you wantme, then, baddie.”
My hands reach behind me and clutch his thighs so I can get a better angle. As I work him like a stripper pole, his eyelids fall heavy watching me, reaching up to grasp my breasts. “I paid for these, didn’t I? These fucking huge tits. I said, I want you to have big fucking tits and you went and got them for me, didn’t you?”
Breathless, I let him paw them and twist the nipples, the pain a reminder of my surgery just a few months ago. The agony ofeverything I’ve gone through for this man. Jet wanted F cups, saying they were the best. While I was under, he also wanted my nose straightened perfectly. All those things I did when the other girls scoffed. “Y-yes, Jet. I got them for you.”
