“You’re in my kitchen, Ben Gaetz.”
“And who the fuck do you think you are? You stupid, rich motherfucker.” Ben snarled.
“I, don’t think I’m anything. IamMother-fucking-Gatsby.”
I took a single step forward, and he charged. A smile curled my lips as I swiftly turned the knife toward him. He ducked under it as I plunged forward. He caught my legs, and I fell, the air whooshing from my lungs. Rolling quickly, I kicked out of his grip, landing my expensive shoe on his face. I kicked, and his head flew back, and I scrambled to my feet.
“Stand,” I ordered, forcing air back into my body. I gripped the knife tight. Ben Gaetz, pedophile, stood slowly, a rumbling laugh coming from his chest.
“What, you gonna stab me, little boy? You’re a quarter of my size. Gatsby, you said your name is?” He cocked his head, as if trying to remember where he heard it before.
As if he ever read the source material.
“Make one move, and you’ll die tonight, rather than next Saturday,” I told him, keeping the knife pointed toward him. He lunged for me again, and I was ready this time. I dropped to the floor and stabbed upward, sticking him in his giant belly. I rolled fast as he collapsed. He grabbed me as he dropped and tugged me onto him. I felt the wet squish on my stomach as our bodies collided. Pushing him away, I scrambled to my feet, staring down with a frown. I looked up at my staff, who had just witnessed it all, and sighed.
“Get him sewn back up, and then dose him again. God, this fucker’s huge.” I shook my head and looked down. My white dress shirt was completely covered in a bright blood stain. I stepped over him and straightened my jacket. “I’ll check on him in the morning.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Dewayne answered. I looked around the room. Everyone stared with their eyes wide and mouths open. They’d never seen me violent like this. I understood why they were shaken, but I was not interested in catering to their concerns tonight. I stormed out of the kitchen and returned to my suite upstairs. I glanced at my watch. I’d only been gone a half hour. Quietly, I creeped back into my bedroom. Relief and an immense amount of love and need washed over me as I saw Daisy sleeping soundly in my bed. I’d dreamed of this for so long, and now I had it.
I undressed as silently as I could, shoving the ruined shirt in the bathroom trash, and I washed any remnants of the altercation downstairs off me. I brushed my teeth,showered, and once I was dry, went naked to my bed. It was presumptive, but I no longer cared. She’d come to me when she was in need. Not Max, her betrothed. Me.
Mother-fucking-Gatsby.
The moment I was under the covers, I pulled her to me, pressing my hard cock against her backside. I inhaled deeply, the smell of her all-too familiar perfume consumed me, causing my cock to throb and beg for her to wake up. She heard my silent pleas and began to stir.
“You’re back.” She pressed her body deeper against mine.
“Did I ever really leave?” I murmured into her ear as I nuzzled her neck. My hands ran over her body, sliding under her clothes.
“Not once.” She sighed as she rolled onto her back. I moved over her, pulling her bottoms off, followed by her lacy top. The darkness enveloped us, but I didn’t need light to guide my mouth and hands. I explored her with my tongue, circling her nipple and tugging it between my teeth. She gasped and arched her back, her legs falling open. Her hands ran down my arms, then my torso, searching for my cock. I shifted up so that she could take it in her hands and stroke it. She only teased me briefly before arching again and begging me to take her.
Just like the only time before, no condoms were considered. I slid my cock into her tight, soaking pussy. She gasped and clutched the sheets as her pussy hugged my cock like it was her first time. She was so tight, my balls tightened, preparing to come. I froze, trying to steady myself. It’d been years, yes, but I needed to go slow.
We took our lovemaking slow, kissing and moving our hips carefully, each thrust conscious and controlled until she cried out in the purest of pleasures, and I gave myself permission to follow.
I collapsed against her, our bodies covered in sweat and each other’s scents.
“You’re my green light.” She sighed, rolling onto her side to sleep. I pulled her into my arms and closed my eyes.
“And you are mine, forever, Daisy.”
Chapter 37
Daisy
I awokein the morning with his arms still firmly around me. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and reached up to lightly run my fingers up and down his arms to wake him. He raised a tattooed arm and yawned.
“Good morning, love.” He smiled.
I pulled the sheet with me as I sat up.
"Good morning. This is different." A small giggle escaped my lips. I looked around the room. This was everything I'd ever wanted. I was finally here, with the man I loved.
If only it could be forever.
"Different... in a good way?" He sat up with me and teased the top of my sheet, tugging it to reveal more of my breasts.
"In the best way!" I sighed happily and threw myself back onto the pillows. "In the very, very best way."
