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  "Come and fuck this baby," he said helping me balance as I straddled him facing him and hovered above his erection. He held his impressive cock firmly in his grasp, pointing it upwards towards my sex. I lowered myself slowly, only able to partially take it into my folds. I’d swollen from the orgasm and my sex was gripping him tightly.

  "Fuck! You are always so tight, baby," He growled, throwing his head back trying to absorb the sensation.

  I lowered myself onto him more and began to move up and down his cock.

  "Lena, go slow. Shit. Your pussy is pulling me in; I can't last like this. Please!"

  That spurred me to do the exact opposite of what he wanted, to give him what he needed. I rode his cock harder and faster, making him curse incoherently. He growled erotically and held my hips tight while he thrust upwards several times. Soon, he was spurting endlessly into my sex, gritting his teeth with a harsh cry. After a while his shuddering slowed down and he began again thrusting up at a leisurely pace, kissing my breasts, stroking me and praising me.

  "See how good we make each other feel, baby," he breathed seductively, sweat running down his neck and chest.

  "Look at you, you are so beautiful. Look how I made you look. I did this; you belong to me. You are mine; I'm never letting you go."

  His words were erotic and hypnotic and I drank them all in.

  "I'm all yours Jonathan," I whispered, drunk in love with his love making.

  He had the ring on the tip of forefinger.

  “I want you to be my wife, Lena,” he gasped between thrusts. “I need your love, baby.”

  "Will you marry me, Lena? Say yes, baby, please," he pleaded, thrusting up into me with seductive little circles.

  My brain was foggy with his sexual prowess and I couldn’t resist him.

  "Yes, Jonathan. I'll marry you."

  He pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply. He slipped the ring off the tip of his forefinger, and slipped it onto the third finger of my left hand.

  He then began to fuck and thrust upwards hard, chasing his next orgasm. He reached between us, rubbing circles around my clit, then he pinched the lips of my sex together.

  "Come for me baby," he commanded. His words were a catalyst that sent another jolt of pleasure rushing through me. As I began to come, I felt him stiffen as his orgasm ripped through him and we climaxed together; kissing passionately and holding each other close.

  Later that night we lay in bed with him spooning behind me, stroking my belly, while I studied my ring.

  I had to ask.

  “Why did you choose this one?”

  “Because you are my stunning black diamond, baby. I knew what I wanted and when I didn’t find it, I had it made just for you. They tried to offer me other options but I wanted this, for the meaning behind it.”

  I was touched by his words; he had gone to a lot of effort and the results showed. I turned my head to kiss him.

  “Thank you, it means so much to me.”

  He kissed me deeply, then looked into my eyes. “I’ll buy you more jewelry in the future, but this ring is sentimental for me; I’m glad you like it.”

  "So are we having a wedding? Where will we live? Where will we have the baby?"

  "Lena, I don't care about any of it, as long as I know that you are my wife and I'm having a son. That's all I want. If you want a massive wedding with a thousand people or a ceremony just for the two of us, it makes no difference to me. But I want us married before the baby is born, so plan fast. As for living; if you prefer to stay here in LA, we could work it out. I'd like to live in Georgia. My father finally retired and bequeathed his shares to my future children as an inheritance like my grandfather did. My mother has sold her shares to me so I have sole control of the company now, until my children are old enough to make decisions. I just want you and my son to be happy; that’s my goal.

  Chapter Thirty Two

  When he went back to Georgia, I went with him. We went to visit his parents at their residence in Buckhead. When Jonathan asked me to go with him, I readily agreed; needing to vet them, to see if they were worthy of my baby.

  Mr. Carter, an older replica of Jonathan, vaguely remembered me from the office and was pleasant enough, pulling me into an awkward patting embrace. Mrs. Carter was very quiet and embarrassed, evidently remembering our first encounter. I reminded myself that I was only doing this for Jonathan and our son; I had to give her a chance to reform. After an afternoon spent together during lunch and then a tea, she asked me to come with her inside the house to sit with her in the large family kitchen.

  "I'm sorry about how I treated you," she began, pulling out a handkerchief to dab each corner of her eyes. "I may have misjudged you and for that I'm terribly sorry. Jonathan told us you left him 8 months ago for our sake?"

  "Yes," I admitted. "I couldn't separate him from the people he loves and from his heritage."

  She looked at me in awe and with new appreciation.

  "How did he finally manage to convince you to marry him?"

  I laughed, nervously blushing; I couldn't tell her he’d seduced me and then asked me in the middle of making love. She was observant enough to notice my discomfort and she blushed furiously too.

  "Oh. Well, never mind then. I have family heirlooms for the baby to give you," she offered, speaking a mile a minute regaling me with stories from Jonathan's childhood. After our meeting, I had a good feeling about our future with his mother and could tell Jonathan was relieved we were getting along fine when he found us paging through his baby photo albums.

  We had an awkward week before our marriage where our lawyers negotiated our pre-nup while we tried not to think about it. With a corporation the size of Strauss Carter, we both understood that we had no choice but to have a pre-nuptial agreement in place for the continued stability and confidence in the company and regulatory compliance for investors. The corporate lawyer Mark Dixon who knew me from when I worked at Strauss Carter, brought it up with both Jonathan and I, leaving it up to us to consult with our personal attorneys. Jonathan’s lead attorney McCoy, who prided himself in being ruthless, was furious that he’d been instructed to “take the path of least resistance” and was forced to include extravagant concessions my attorney hadn’t requested.

  In the end, I signed a pre-nup that awarded me $20 million dollars upon marriage and $5 million dollars for every year we remained married. $20 million dollar bonuses were awarded for every child we had, in addition to ridiculous monthly spending allowances. The only non-negotiable term Jonathan personally insisted on, was a minimum two year arbitration period before any divorce could be finalized, during which all attempts at a reconciliation were to be explored.

  Because of Jonathan’s insistence to be married before the baby was born, we chose to have a civil ceremony, officiated by their family friend, Judge Robinson, at his parents’ Buckhead residence. I wore a Carolina Herrera chiffon maternity dress for the event, while Jonathan wore a black Armani suit and tie. Only our five parents were in attendance; including my step mother. My father still insisted on giving me away despite this being an informal event; all our parents stood with us as we said our simple vows. We planned to have a private wedding at the Bahamas residence after the baby was born.

  When David was born, Jonathan was in the delivery room, loving me, encouraging me and doing what he could to make me feel special.

  When he was handed his son, he held him close to his chest, telling him how much he loved him.

  “Your mommy will never get away from me again because of you,” he crooned to little David, making me embarrassed in front of the medical team attending to me.

  Both his grandmothers rushed to the hospital to meet him. Apart from an awkward comment from Mrs. Carter on how the baby looked white since he had blue eyes like his daddy, I was glad that everyone was getting along so well. Jonathan couldn't put his son down and every time he came to the hospital, he didn't care that I’d just patted him to sleep; he immediately snatched him up jus
t to watch his little confused face blinking in the bright lights and to tell him how much he was wanted and loved.

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  Epilogue – 4 years later

  “Mommy! Mommy!” David shouted from the private beach at the Bahamas residence.

  Come and see what I’ve made for you and daddy.”

  I waved to my son from the top of the bluff as I made my way down to the beach to join my two boys. As I walked down the path to the beach, I thought back to how far we’d come in the past four years. I’d stayed home for the first year after David’s birth at Jonathan’s insistence. After our amazing wedding in the Bahamas, I had enrolled at Emory University to study for my MBA for one year. Since then, I’d launched my own financial advisory services company for small home businesses in the Atlanta metropolitan area, and held conferences on teaching young women about investing.

  Jonathan was still the CEO of Strauss Carter which was doing better than ever with him at the helm.

  Since our move from the penthouse to a mansion in Buckhead a year ago, Jonathan had been harassing me for another child; both of us being only children meant he wanted a playmate for David. Seeing our son playing alone in the sand, I knew I was going to have to give in sooner rather than later.

  As I got closer to the beach, I held out my arms and my son ran toward me, arms raised for a swooping hug.

  Jonathan was lying in the Cabana, watching our son while he built castles in the sand and splashed about in the gentle waves.

  “Wow! That’s impressive, honey,” I said, honestly amazed at the vastness of the structure. I joined Jonathan in the Cabana, earning myself a sweet kiss and a furtive butt squeeze. We watched as our son ran up and down the shore, finding bits of shell and colorful stones to decorate his castle.

  “Look at what we made,” Jonathan said under his shades, nodding towards David. I smiled and nodded, understanding what he meant. He pulled me to him, and gave me a kiss.

  “Imagine if we had another one or three, how amazing that would be; watching them play, the pitter patter of tiny feet all over this beach. A little girl you could dress up perhaps?” he said eyeing me carefully.

  I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Not this again! Are you ever going to give it a rest?”

  “When you’re pregnant, yeah,” he said while I hit him playfully with a towel.

  “You are the best decision I ever made, baby,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulders.

  “And you are the best decision I ever made,” I replied, letting him hold me close while we watched the beautiful sun setting on the horizon.

  THE END.

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  Black Female

  Chapter One

  My alarm buzzed at 6.00am as it did every day. I stretched sleepily and jumped out of bed, going over to my large windows with a fantastic view of the greenery that was the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I took in this view every day; it never got boring for me. But I didn’t have time to stand there and enjoy it for too long; today was weights day and I needed to hit the gym in my building before a long day at work. I pulled on my gray sweat pants, a matching tank top and my Nike sneakers then went downstairs, taking the regular elevators to the residents’ gym.

  My penthouse was the premier penthouse apartment in the Regent Oriental Hotel in Buckhead and I loved it. Living here as a bachelor, I didn’t have to worry about additional staff; everything was readily available for my needs.

  When I entered the gym, a few residents had already started working out and we nodded to each other in greeting. I said a quick ‘congratulations’ to a Hollywood movie director who’d just released a blockbuster, wore my headphones and began to run full blast on the treadmill for my twenty minute warm up. The headphones were essential; if I didn’t wear them, everyone approached me to make inane small talk. I didn’t come to the gym for mindless chatter. Unlike some of these wealthy show business people, my work wasn’t seasonal. Everyday was filled with endless challenges and decisions that needed to be made at all hours of the day and night.

  The only time I was unavailable to my staff was when I was training or fucking; and the latter wasn’t exactly inspiring right now. I was seeing Nadine Bishop on and off. I wouldn’t go so far as to call it a relationship, though she might have a different take on that. We met a couple of times a week to fuck and that was basically it. The sex was average and I often had to stifle a laugh when she dressed up for kinky role playing that did nothing for me. This past Friday, I went to see her at her apartment and found her dressed in a fake blood-stained vampire nurse’s costume; no doubt paid for by the credit card I gave her. It was so ridiculous, I had to fake an orgasm for the first time ever. It was empowering to fake it convincingly, now that I think about it.

  After I’d run hard for twenty minutes, I quickly completed the free weight circuit doing compound exercises. A few friendly people came over to say ‘hi’ and as always, I made a show of fumbling with my iPod and headphones, as a huge hint to discourage future interruptions.

  I spotted Mrs. Epstein across the room, eyeing me longingly as she always did. She’d secured a giant payout from her divorce to her millionaire older husband. He was a friend of my father’s and a client of our company, Strauss Carter Financial Management. Her son Adam was my classmate back in high school and most of us boys back then were only friends with him so we could speak to his hot milf-mom. Now in her fifties with bleached blonde hair and a fake tan, she was an aggressive cougar constantly on the prowl for new victims to devour. She had artificially plumped lips and a body sculpted to perfection, thanks to multiple plastic surgeries. Despite her large, perfectly round E-cup breasts, she was petite; not over 5’3’ and kept herself in tip top shape. I had banged her for sport almost a year ago in her condo a few floors below mine, leaving her purring contentedly while I made my way out of there as fast as possible. Ever since then, she was after me for part two; but I wasn’t biting. You don’t go for seconds with a high-mileage broad like Mrs. Epstein.

  After I finished my work out, I nodded politely to the twin daughters of a hedge fund manager who were giggling and staring at me then headed for the elevator.

  When the elevator doors were about to close, a deeply tanned hand with inch-long, pink talons slipped between the doors and they automatically opened. Mrs. Epstein slinked in, sliding her lustful eyes over me. I smiled and moved back to make room for her, and stood there with my towel around my neck and my hands in my pockets. As soon as the elevator began to rise, she turned around and faced me, shamelessly placing her hand on my dick, grabbing it over my sweats. I didn’t flinch or stop her because at that point, why the hell not. She wanted to shock me but all she got from me was a questioning smirk while I waited to see what she would do.

  “So, Jonathan,” she began in her throaty voice, “when are we going to fuck?”

  I felt my dick thickening in her hand and despite seeing her delighted expression, I knew for certain it wasn’t going to happen.

  “Not any time soon, I’m afraid,” I replied, smiling down at her.

  “They all say that, until they’ve had a taste,” she replied, trying to give me what I assumed was her best ‘bedroom-eyes’ look.

  I snorted. “Been there, done that,” I reminded her, “and I still have the scratches to prove it,” I added conspiratorially, just as the elevator arrived at her floor.

  “Are you going to let go?” I asked her, nodding down towards her hand on my dick.

  “Fuck you,” she hissed, as she snatched her hand away and pranced out of the elevator to her apartment. I knew she thought I’d follow, but I carried on up to my floor, stifling laughter at her latest attempt to lure me into her lair.

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