The Manhattanites: Unscrupulous Part 19

Stop talking, you... Body on fire, she let herself melt into him.

His skin slapping hers, he snarled, "You are the best, Red." He drove into her, holding her like a doll. "Stay the week with me."

"You ever gonna shut up?"

He s.h.i.+fted his weight, holding her now with one hand. Big Daddy's golden eyes gazed into hers. Not amused, he said, "Don't ever tell me to shut up." He nuzzled her nose with his. "We'll talk about your choking-smacking thing-later."

She wanted him to strike her, she couldn't figure out why, but she did. Something told her he didn't get into degrading a woman.

Respect. Power. Wors.h.i.+p.

Taddy rode him faster. "Harder." She came again. Holy s.h.i.+t. "Fuuuck." His domination had made her come, especially when he told her he was the boss and he wasn't into treating her like a wh.o.r.e.

You are the best, Warner, the best...

"You like it rough, my little Red." s.h.i.+mmying to the bed with her in his arms, he rested her on the mattress.

She fell back on the pillows in awe. He stunned her. He scared her. He amazed her.

Nostrils flared, his chest heaved as heat radiated from his body. His man-buds hardened to her touch. Lifting both legs up, he reprimanded, "Look at this mess you've made, Red." Palms over her c.l.i.t, he tapped on her mound with a suction and release several times. Tap. Tap.

Her body shook. She came again. f.u.c.k. "Lick me up." She bit down on her pointer finger, playing up the coy, disarrayed state.

Lowering his mouth to her wetness, he thrust his tongue deep inside, his nose buried inside her walls as well. He tongue-f.u.c.ked her then grunted, "Dirty little girl. You're my dirty girl. Say it."

"I'm not a talker, Truman." Taddy didn't realize it until now, but for some reason being with Warner made her quiet. She'd started to pull into herself, and just as she couldn't determine why, she wanted him to strike her-she hadn't a clue as to why she was withdrawing.

Nevertheless, she was.

When she'd dominated men in bed, normally she'd tell them what to do. Whether it was licking her toes, ma.s.saging her shoulders or shaving her legs-they'd do it. Although tonight, in his arms, she couldn't talk or think, she fought the urge inside her to not feel. That took a lot of energy and effort on her part, not to feel. He wasn't one of her friends or an employee. She couldn't.

He spread her legs wide. "Say it, Brill."

For Pete's sake. "I'm your girl."

"No! Say it."

"I'm Big Daddy's dirty girl."

"And what do you want Big Daddy to do to his dirty girl?"

"Lick me clean."

s.e.x with Warner became a euphoric trip to Candy Land. She'd never imagined it could be this extreme, genuine and vocal. Such a New Yorker! Their kissing and petting night in St. Barth's came off sweet and almost cute in comparison to tonight's savage alpha-to-alpha exchange.

Taddy wondered if Warner had built-up s.e.xual frustration, perhaps for not getting with her sooner. A force this focused was a new experience in her Manhattanite jaded long list of been there done that. However, this? Never ever in a million plastic surgeons, Pilates instructors, chauffeurs or butlers could she have imagined he'd be so wonderful.

In amazement, she realized she didn't have to close her eyes. She didn't have to dream about the NFL player Brayden Brooks or play "Honey Hive Filled Love" by Waris Sugar in her head. There were no names of Baden Cosmetics to describe this. With Warner, she couldn't focus on anything else but him. It was him. Oh G.o.d. The thoughts that raced through her mind were overwhelming her. So much that she felt another quake through her body.

"You wanna come again, Red?" Warner smiled, pumping harder. "You didn't ask last time. You just covered my d.i.c.k in your c.u.m." He pulled out and looked down at her for a response. "Talk to me."

d.a.m.n you, Chatty Cathy.

"Answer me." He kept his c.o.c.k out. "Stop being quiet."

"Yes." She jerked her head up, holding on to his shoulders, begging him to move back inside her. Her body ached when he stopped filling her. This closeness was better than anything she'd ever experienced.

Embedding himself inside her, he shoved everything he had right back in to where it belonged. Warner hammered again, driving deeper into her. He needed this as much as she did. Taddy could tell his body hungered for hers. She wondered for a split second if his soul was as starved for love as hers was. She hadn't thought about this emotion in years. She kept remembering Kiki's conversation in the car. f.u.c.k you, Kiki, for putting these thoughts in my head. It's not me. I don't do this. I don't know how to be in love. I can't.

"Baby girl, you're zoning out on me." He kissed Taddy, insisting on her attention. "What are you thinking? Why so silent?"

Because I'm confused and don't want to have any feelings for you. "My body has had a year's worth of o.r.g.a.s.ms in one evening. I'm-overwhelmed." Her mind had tripped on honey clouds and peppermint sticks again. Except she couldn't daydream or fantasize, Big Daddy seemed to provide all she needed. On that, she came again. "Sorry."

"I like that you're thinking. I hope it's about me. Tell me." His rhythm slowed, finding a perfect cadence.

"I'm enjoying you. Okay?" Taddy felt as if she'd already said more than enough.

"Likewise. You better get used to this." He laughed, nibbling at her neck. "The more I enjoy, the more you cream."

"I get wet-so wet-very wet."

Warner kissed her, gazing deep into her eyes. He loved it, she could tell. "What are we going to do about your s.e.x spigot?"

"Stop my spout up." She raked her acrylics over his chest. G.o.d, you're ma.s.sive.

On his knees, he pushed her legs back with her a.s.s up. She felt a cold rush from the air-conditioning vents strike her a.s.shole as he pulled his body back and exposed her. Her skin between her thighs goosed up as he ran his fingers through her mound. He came down over her like thunder and lightning.

Screaming in fits of joy, Taddy rolled her eyes into the back of her head, glimpsing black. So good! Her body felt satisfied when he was inside her. She held onto the mattress for balance.

The white sheets popped up on their corners and released the elastic footing.

He could smash her into a million pieces if he wanted to. Warner had to be the strongest man she'd ever met.

Faster. Wetter. Deeper "Is it too much?" He slowed his pumping into a soft rhythm and wiped his forehead, then kissed her while waiting for an answer. His eyes stared through her.

"I'm getting used to your size." She eased herself over onto her stomach. Jesus Christ bananas. Worried he might see how she felt, Taddy needed a break from staring into those eyes of his.

Big Daddy positioned himself behind her. "Okay, Red." He pulled her long hair off her face and held on to it like a horse's lead, guiding her. Sliding inside with force and then back out again slowly, he picked up friction again. Warner could easily tap her cervix, causing pain, but his body was in tune with just how far to go. He came in at the perfect angle, sending every hair follicle on her scalp to attention. "Throw your c.u.n.t back at me, baby. Give it to me..."

"You feel so good. That's it. Yes!" On all fours, she could take his c.o.c.k much better. However, she missed not being able to see Warner's face. She didn't think she'd fall under his spell of sweet intimacy with hardcore f.u.c.king, but she had. Taddy could o.r.g.a.s.m under him a million times over. His body may be man, but his talents, those felt supernatural.

With no warning, he pulled out, wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her face up onto her backside.

"Whoa." She felt whipped.

"I can't do that position with you." He held onto her legs.

Taddy hesitated to ask why. She knew another conversation would start while he was inside her. Realizing she didn't have much of a choice, she muttered, "Why?"

He smiled, happy to see her engaged. "I don't like you looking away from me." He leaned his body over hers, framing her. His tongue dipped into her mouth and frenched her pa.s.sionately. Warner nuzzled her nose. "Don't ever face the wall when I'm inside you." He slid his d.i.c.k into her and his anguished face gave way to pleasure.

"So dramatic!"

"No, Brill, if I wanted to f.u.c.k a stranger, I would. But I don't. I must look at your beauty when I'm with you." He packed himself into her-hard.

"Okay..." She gazed up at him. Warner seemed serious about his business, his family and making love with Red. She kissed him and held on to his arms, making eye contact with him, rubbing his chest to say "sorry" and getting him to refocus on his pleasure.

"I'm going to come," he moaned.

"Move back." She reached down and pulled his c.o.c.k out as he leaned up. The latex felt hot in her hand as she ripped it off him. Then the musky sweet smell of s.e.x filled the room. Taddy lowered her face against his erection, taking his d.i.c.k in her mouth.

"What are you doing?"

Taddy pulled back. "Please, I have to." Her deepest fantasy of having a man come in her mouth was about to come true.

He held the back of her head, stroking her face with his fingers while his body shook. "I'm coming. I'm coming, Red. Baby, you're making me-"

The first squirt hit her throat. As she swallowed, he kept coming. She dug her nails deeper into his a.s.s cheeks, causing him to shoot even more c.u.m.

"Milk it. That's it. There you go," he moaned hoa.r.s.ely. "Get your tongue in my slit, suck me dry." Warner grabbed her as his body trembled violently with one final release. Leaning down and kissing her open mouth, he demanded, "Gimme."

What? She shoved her tongue between his lips, pus.h.i.+ng his release back.

He scooted her body out alongside his own. "I've never met a woman hungry to swallow."

"It's my dream." She kissed him. He rolled over onto his back. His body stuck to hers, and with a heartbeat in her ear, she returned her face to his chest. "And I've never met a guy who kisses a girl after he's on her lips."

"Is this your defense strategy to keep me away from you after s.e.x?" Warner laughed. Nothing seemed to scare him.

Chapter Fifteen.

Backdoor Wake-Up Call May 20 Warner held Taddy in his arms while she slept. Her chest rose as she breathed, causing her cleavage to become more glorious. As her mouth parted, she released a breath through her full lips. She radiated when awake and was spectacular when asleep.

He reflected on dinner. His intentions hadn't been to push her b.u.t.tons on the Brillford family question. Taddy had struck him as an independent and intelligent woman. He didn't identify being "self-made" as a trait they'd shared, but it was. He now respected her more for it.

The moon's reflection cast a haunting blue veil over her naked body, making it hard for him to sleep. With his face buried along Taddy's nape, her curls tickled his cheeks. He loved her hair. Red, soft and wavy, it was like touching silk organza. She smelled of tuberose and s.e.x.

His hands cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he felt her heart beat under his palm. He'd resisted the urge to play with her nipples while she slept. Taddy's handfuls had tasted hot in his mouth earlier. He could've sucked on them for hours.

Tomorrow, Taddy was scheduled to return to New York after the press conference. Hotel du France's relief manager would come from Ma.r.s.eille. Warner's work commitments would take him to Asia to visit a hotel property he was hoping to acquire. He didn't want to see her leave. But knew she was in demand.

Taddy's mobile phone had been beeping in her purse in fifteen-minute intervals since they'd met. At dinner and even in the interrogation room at the jailhouse, it had vibrated. He thought it was interesting that'd she never answered her cell or excused herself to respond. Her attention had been on him the entire night. Warner hoped it wouldn't be another five months until he could spend time with her again.

Taddy rolled over, kissing his cheek. "You're awake?"

"Hmm." She stretched out against him.

He felt his pulse rise. Her lips were puffy from their s.e.x earlier. Warner kissed her, placing her farther on her side to face him. "I can't sleep." With his right hand, he rubbed up and down her left side.

"Me either." In a playful way, she wrapped one arm around his waist and gently tugged at the fuzz on his navel with the other. "It's been awhile since I...slept next to someone."

Warner had a.s.sumed Taddy kept a line of men waiting at her bedroom door. He supposed it was possible they just never stayed over. If they'd made love in her bed, would she have let him stay? Curious, he asked, "You spend nights alone often?"

"Yup, I usually have the bed all to myself." Taddy gave him a sobering nod. "Just me and my s.h.i.+h Tzus. You have any pets?"

"No. I travel too much."

"I've always slept alone. Even when I was little, the nannies would turn off the lights and I'd be all by myself-in the dark."

"What was it like, being emanc.i.p.ated at such a young age?"

"Painful." She closed her eyes for a minute.

"Like you said at dinner, you never really get over the loss."

Taddy looked as if she was trying to force a smile. But couldn't. "It was a long time ago. Right now in my life, I try to look at the good things the universe has given me. I'm pretty blessed."

Warner admired her for saying that. "Yes, you are blessed with smarts, beauty and business success."

She laughed, "I didn't mean that exactly. I'm happy I have my friends."

"What are they like?"

"Brave, fearless. I admire them."

"Just like you," Warner complimented.

"I never thought of it that way. But they are pretty fearless."

"How so?"

"The week the judge declared me an independent was around Thanksgiving time. How ironic, right?"

He inhaled sharply, realizing this must be hard for her to talk about. But he was curious about Taddy and wanted to know more.

"My friend Blake, who works with me now, was also having a bad spell with his family."

"Why?"

"He'd come to terms with being gay and hadn't told his parents. He was terrified they'd disown him." Taddy pulled her body in closer to his.