“Or sister. No one has to know behind these doors,” I say with a sigh. “I have a better idea. You move in, become involved abit with your father’s business just enough to appease the board, and once we have the money…you can start your garage, but you will not abandon this baby.”
He scoffs. “Move in? Why? I’d rather let my father’s business burn.”
I narrow my stare at him. “Henry. I don’t give a fucking rat’s ass what you want. You want to play the game? Then listen to me, okay? You have to rub some elbows, pat some backs, and act like you belong to get what you want. Right now, you’re looked at like the delinquent son who plays pretend with a bunch of men riding a motorcycle, yeah?”
When he goes to talk, I shush him and shove off my robe. I’ve been getting overwhelmed with heat lately, preferring to stay in my short pajama pants and tank tops all day.
“So here’s the thing: Your father died, you’re devastated that you guys didn’t get to make up, you pledge to help take care of his pregnant wife. You check in with the business to ensure that his legacy is being upheld because you assumed he would be around a lot longer. When it’s all said and done, you present a certain version of yourself to the outside world. That’s all that matters. Then the lawyer won’t think twice about looking further into our claims. Does that make sense?”
His eyes narrow at me. “I genuinely don’t think you’re a good person, the way your mind is able to scheme and plot so quickly.”
I roll my eyes. “Honey, no one with our type of money is a good person.”
“I try to be,” he says.
“Yeah? How many charities do you donate to? How often do you volunteer for the community? How about helping lobby the very corporations we invest in to give back to their employees more? Or do you just cruise through your cushy life and simply treat everyone with kindness and call it a day?” I laugh, shaking my head. “Look Henry, you can call me conniving, deplorable, or whatever, but let’s be honest with ourselves. Neither of us wants to lose the money we’re accustomed to, or have you enjoyed living in that shitty apartment for the past few years? How many times did you guys overcharge for labor at your garage? How many times did you all swap out for a shittier product and pocket the profit? People are greedy at the end of the day. I simply am who I am.”
His jaw works back and forth as he stares at me. I stand, moving closer to pat his cheek. “My mother was the maid who got knocked up, and when my father’s wife got cancer and couldn’t have kids, she became their little incubator. I may have been raised in a life of privilege, but it came at the cost of my mother’s freedom. She lost everything, and I grew up hearing stories about a family I’ll never know. So I don’t give a fuck what you think about me; I deserve this money. I only wish my mother was still here to enjoy it with me.”
Henry grabs my face, kissing me harshly, and I moan into his mouth. His hands slide to my ass, picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom. When he pulls away and kisses a trail down my neck, I let out a breathless laugh.
“You sure love kissing someone you despise.”
“Shut up.” He growls, sitting up to kneel between my legs before pulling out a knife from his pocket. He leans over me, cutting down my tank top before I can even speak, and I gape up at him.Henry tucks the knife back into his pocket and takes my nipple in his mouth.
My back arches, and I let out a small yelp. He pulls away, staring down at me as I blush.
“Sorry, they’re a little sensitive.”
He hums. “Then I’ll put my mouth elsewhere.”
Henry kisses down my stomach, peeling off my shorts and panties before burying his tongue in my pussy. My fingers twist in his hair as I rock my hips against his face.
“You’re so good at that,” I say with a satisfied sigh when he pushes two fingers into me.
His eyes flick up to meet my gaze as he sucks my clit between his lips. I clamp down on his fingers, already close to coming. But it’s not enough. I pull on his hair.
“I need you inside me.”
Henry lifts his head, wiping at his mouth as he smirks. “You want my cock?”
I sit, cupping his face. “No, darling. You want my pussy, don’t lie. You want to bury that dick as far inside my cunt as you can and drain your balls. Now be a good boy and give Mommy exactly that.”
He shoves his jeans down and crawls over me, still in his shirt and leather vest, rubbing his leaking tip along my center before shoving forward. We both moan, and my nails drag down his back to squeeze his ass. He rolls his hips, trying to push into me deeper with each gyration. My body electrifies, coming aliveunder his touch. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I’m past the point of even caring to understand.
His eyes roam over me, his cock sliding in and out at a steady pace. “You like that,Mommy? You like this big cock stretching your tight, slick pussy?”
I groan, tightening around him. He slams forward, and it makes my eyes roll back.
“Answer me. Say you like getting fucked and filled with my cum,” he demands.
Pleasure coils in my core. I’ll say whatever he wants me to as long as he doesn’t stop. My tongue drags along my bottom lip, and my eyes are hooded as I look up at him.
“You feel so good, honey. You’re being such a good boy for Mommy, filling her with your cock and putting a baby in her.” I reach out, rubbing his forearm. “Such a strong, handsome man taking care of Mommy with your big cock.”
He swears as his hardened length grows and he starts pounding into me. “Jesus christ. I can’t play this game with you. You fucking win.” Henry grunts, his attention sliding down to watch my pussy grip and stretch around his thick cock. His thumb starts to circle my swollen clit as his pace picks up even more with uneven strokes.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, rolling my hips with his thrusts. “Come inside Mommy. Please baby, give Mommy your cum.”
