13. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Mandy

B eing back in New York doesn't turn out to be as terrifying as I thought it would be—probably because Michael is here with me. We meet up with a friend of a friend of Michael's, Jared Newton. Jared explains to us why we were being smart in using him as a go-between.

Apparently, Buchanan isn't just a loan shark and nightclub owner. He is the real deal—a mobster. And according to Jared he must have liked me to give me such leeway when I told him about going home. Thankfully, Buchanan isn't that enamored of me because at our offer of cash and tabula rasa, or a blank slate, he agrees almost immediately.

Neither Michael nor I were present during the meeting. You never know what will catch the eye of a mobster.

I did manage to go by the nightclub and say goodbye to the girls. After everything was all said and done, I was exhausted.

I sit on the bed and admire the hotel room Michael got us. It's the incredibly expensive Ritz-Carlton.

"You know you didn't have to get a room here. This place is crazy expensive."

"Think of it as our pre-honeymoon."

"Is that a thing?"

"I'm making it a thing."

Our surroundings are luxurious, but that's not the life I'm looking for. All I need is Michael by my side.

"I didn't know the construction business was so profitable."

"I saved everything I could. I knew our paths would cross again, and I would have to measure up to the fame and fortune you brought with you."

My heart hurts a little when I remember what big dreams and aspirations I had for my future. Right now, I feel like I'm at a crossroads and I need to be sure of what I'm going to choose for my career. For my love life, I know I belong to Michael Hoffer, and he belongs to me.

Face down and eyes lowered, I inhale and exhale, trying to center myself.

"Hey, you'll figure out what you want to do career-wise. You have all the time in the world, and I'll be right there with you, supporting you in whatever it is you decide. If we need to leave Woodland Falls, we'll leave. Whatever it takes. Just take it one step at a time."

"You're right.” I nod. “I'll stop worrying about it."

"That's my good girl. Let me get you more champagne."

"You know, you don't need to liquor me up to get me to have sex with you." I chuckle.

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"I won't deny you, Michael."

"That's not why I want you drunk."

"Oh, you admit it, finally."

"It's nothing bad or creepy. You just get very cute and bubbly when you've had a few more than recommended, and you let your walls down."

"You don't need to do that. I won't keep any secrets from you again."

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards him. I crash into him with an 'umph' when our bodies collide and he just keeps on looking at me with a big smirk on his face. I gaze up at him and wonder how I got so lucky.

"Stop playing games and kiss me, Michael Hoffer."

He leans down and presses his warm lips to mine. His tongue enters my mouth, and I can taste the champagne we've both been enjoying. I let his tongue battle with mine as we fight for dominance. I like to keep him on his toes, so I don't always act meek and shy.

His kisses always have the same effect on me. I start melting from the inside out. My thighs are quivering, and I feel my juices dripping out of me, getting me ready for when we make love. I untie the knot of his bathrobe and push it off him.

I examine his body from head to toe. He's a magnificent specimen of a man, and I could spend the rest of my life just looking at him. His cock is hard and already leaking pre-cum. I want to reach for his balls and tease them. He loves it when I play with them.

We've reached new heights in our lovemaking. We're more comfortable than we've ever been with one another and it feels like it finally works between us. I'm not sure how to describe it. It just works.

Michael's eyes search my face. I know he'll find hunger there.

"Is this big cock what you want, my sweet Mandy?"

"Oh, god, yes."

"Why don't you show me what's hiding beneath that robe?"

I hurry and undo my belt and hastily remove my bathrobe. I'm gloriously naked underneath, and my skin bursts out in goosebumps when the cold air from the room hits my skin.

"Lay down in the middle of the bed, Mandy, and spread your legs for me, baby."

I'm not much of a submissive, but I don't mind obeying him when it suits me. I sit on the bed and position myself in the middle, just the way he's asked me to.

"You're so sexy, baby. Open those legs wider. I want to see that pink pussy. I just know it's glistening with your juices."

I am drenched in my arousal and know I will leave a huge wet spot in this bed tonight. I have the urge to slide my fingers through my pussy and show him how slick I am, but change my mind. I know that glint in his eyes. He wants to taste me.

He kneels on the bed between my legs and just watches me as he takes all of me in.

"Mouth, fingers, or cock?"

"Wha-what?" I'm not sure I understand him.

"How do you want to come?"

"Stop torturing me." I give him a bright smile.

"It's lady's choice tonight."

"I thought it was always ladies’ choice in our house."

He crawls towards me and lies on top of me, holding most of his weight on his forearms. I can't help myself and I start touching his body all over.

"I liked how you phrased that. Our house. Our life together."

I'm a little distracted because his cock is resting on top of my pussy, teasing me. I reach for his ass and squeeze it to let him know I need more of him.

"You're getting impatient, baby. We're on our pre-honeymoon. We have all the time in the world."

"I want your cock in me, right now."

There's that twinkle in his eyes. He knows exactly what he is doing to me. I reach for his cock, and he blocks me. He takes himself in hand and gives his cock a few slow strokes. My mouth waters. I love his juicy cock and would like to be sucking on it right now. But he's the dominant one this round.

He slides his thick cock between my pussy lips and teases me from clit to hole. Once, twice until I shiver with need. He's incredibly attuned to my body, so he takes my cue and enters me, but only by an inch. I hate it when he does that, and by hate, I mean I love it when he does that.

I don't want to play that game, though. I take him by surprise by grabbing his ass and pulling him towards me. At the same time, I push my hips forward and I see the shock on his face when he's balls deep inside me. At last!

"You sly vixen. You'll pay for that."

I'm pretty sure he'll be edging me later, but right now, he'll comply with my wishes. And that's how the torture starts. He moves slowly and lovingly at first, teasing me. I rake my nails against his back and almost draw blood. He gets the hint.

He starts thrusting in and out in a perfect but torturous rhythm. His face is nestled in my neck, and he's sucking me there, leaving a hickey for all to see, I'm sure. I let myself go and wrap my legs around him.

"More, baby. Make me come. Make me yours." I beg of him.

It doesn't matter how many times he possesses me, I love the process, love the way he goes wild at my words. He moves slowly, and I feel a bead of sweat fall from his forehead onto my shoulder.

"I need to slow down, baby. I'm ready to burst. I love you so much. Having you here with me is a dream come true. It's making me feel things I've never felt before."

He lifts his head to look me in the eyes, and I take the opportunity to kiss him. Our lips mesh together, and we fight for dominance once more. This time, we both win. I feel Michael's hand reaching between us. His thumb starts circling my clit, and I jump as if an electric shock went through me.

My hips start rocking forward, needing the added pleasure his thrusting gives me.

"We can let go together, Michael."

He nods and starts his movements again. His cock slides easily inside me as if we are made for each other. I hug him close to me, and his motion gets faster and harder. I give him kisses all over his face, making sure he knows he's loved.

"I'm so close, Michael."

The stimulation on my clit intensifies, and the coil that's been gathering itself inside me snaps and releases all the pleasure it contains. My toes curl with the intensity, and I scream Michael's name. I hug him tighter and feel him as he jerks inside me, filling me with his hot cream. He keeps riding me until my pussy stops convulsing around his cock.

I hold him tight so that he doesn't leave me, but he mumbles against my hair that he needs to clean me up. I don't care if his seed is trickling down from my pussy. I love that feeling. I don't care that I'll be sticky later, but he doesn't listen to my complaints and goes to the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel to clean me up.

He wipes me with care and gentleness, and I fall a little bit more in love with him every time he does that. When he's satisfied I'm taken care of he comes back with a dry towel and tells me to roll over so he can put it underneath me so I'm not lying in the wet spot.

"Do you want me to order you some dessert?"

"No, I just need you here by my side," I whisper.

He lies back down next to me and pulls me close.

"I love you, Mandy. I'll be yours forever."

"I love you, Michael. I'll be yours forever, too."

We fall asleep in each other's arms.

My nights are no longer filled with frightening worries of men coming to hurt me. I am free, and I have the love of my life with me. Together, we can conquer anything life throws our way.