Own Me (Savage Bosses)

18. Sterling

CHAPTER 18

Sterling

I know I promised Ayana that I would give her time, but time isn’t on our side with the baby on the way. She doesn’t know that I know of her pregnancy but it’s time to make her mine in every way. It’s been months since I’ve been on my changed course.

Today Ayana sits across my desk from me. Her arms are crossed across her chest. I once again apologized and will spend a lifetime doing so if I must. I just admitted to submitting Lux’s transfer request, and I apologized about the bracelet incident. I had something so much better than a bracelet I wanted to give her.

I finally told her the last secret I was keeping from her. “I know about the website, Ayana. I’ve known about it for the last couple of months. I was just waiting for the right time to approach you. I read your last post months ago on Bosses Be Damned ,” I say, rounding the desk to stand in front of her.

"You knew about the website?”

I nod.

“How long?” she asks.

“Since you first used it, right here in the office.”

Realization lights up her eyes before embarrassment darkens them. “That wasn’t for your eyes.”

“I know. I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry I played games, and I’m sorry I invaded your privacy.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Ayana says, standing to look up at me.

My grin grows bigger. “I’m fully aware. Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurts out and looks down at my chest.

“I’m aware of that, too,” I reply, lifting her chin to meet my eyes. When I have her full attention, I dig in my slacks pocket and pull out a black, velvet box. I drop to one knee and look up at the glorious woman who has changed my life forever. With everything that’s in me, to the bottom of my soul, I say, “Marry me.”

Ayana gasps, and her surprised, brown eyes fill with tears.

“Don’t leave me hanging, sweetheart.”

“Yes! I will marry you.” She grabs me by my shirt collar, urging me to stand.

Once on my feet, I sweep her up in my arms and swirl her around.

“Stop! You’re making me dizzy,” she says laughingly. When I stop and set her on her feet, she asks, “But how did you know I’m pregnant?”

“I always have my ways of finding out what I need to know, sweetheart.” I hold her close to my body, looking down into her gorgeous eyes. “Best remember that in the future,” I give her a teasing wink.

“You are too much, you know that?” She laughs, her chest fluttering against my body.

I shrug. “What I do know is that you just made me the happiest man in the universe.”

Ayana’s smile rivals sunshine, and I’m hopelessly in love with this woman.

“You can sweet talk me all you want, Mister Bossy Pants. You’re still an asshole.”

“I’m your asshole, for better or for worse. I’m never letting you go,” I declare and seal my promise with a searing kiss.

When we finally unlock our lips with a shared gasp, she whispers, “Still have that standing reservation at the Hilton?”

“Say no more.”

I whisk her away, counting the seconds until we’re alone in our private room.

“ Y our pussy gives me life,” I say when I pause from swirling my tongue in Ayana's sweet core. Her eucalyptus-mint aroma envelopes me. I'm hooked on a desire to fulfil my addiction to her supple body for life. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Sterling,” she pants as I lick her again. “I love you so much.”

I glance up from between her thighs. Ayana's brown eyes meet mine. I grin and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. My cock is like hardened steel. I feel a driving need to be inside her. I need this woman like I need air to breathe. I rise above her and take in all her glorious beauty. She's ripe for more of my loving, her eyes are filled with desire, and her pussy glistens with wetness.

Nothing is more satisfying than satiating the woman I love.

“I need to be inside you now, sweetheart,” I push her legs upward, wrapping them around me as I slide my body between her thighs. I pause, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance.

“I will never get enough of your dick inside me. Make love to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how much your words please me.” I take another moment to admire my future wife.

I adore this woman. I will cherish all the babies she will give me. I brush my hand against her still-flat belly. Seized by an impulse, I bend to place a soft kiss against her brown skin; Ayana brings out the gentle side in me.

“I promise to be a better man because of your mama,” I tell our unborn child. “No more fooling around or mind games.”

“Music to my ears,” she says with a smile. As her big, brown eyes beg, her tone shifts when she pleads, “Now please, I need you.”

I want to be gentle when I make her cum all over my dick. But with how her body is calling to mine, I feel the need to fuck her. Hard. I hate that I ever made this sweet, beautiful woman doubt me. I hate that I ever caused her pain or made her doubt that she wasn't enough. Ayana is my everything. She's classy, intelligent, and doesn't take anyone's shit, including my own. That's what I love about Ayana. She's strong with or without me, but I am nothing without her. She has indeed shown me what it is to truly love.

I lean forward while supporting myself on my forearms and smash my mouth against hers; I allow her to taste her sweet nectar on my lips. I can feel her slickness against my cock. An animalistic desire courses through me, and I push forward. My dick pierces the slick, warm core of her pussy.

Fuck!

I stroke Ayana’s insides slowly, keeping my eyes clashing with hers. I love watching her while I'm making love to her. Ayana's eyelids flutter, her glossy, plump lips part in a gasp, and her breathing intensifies as I bury my cock inside to the hilt. Ayana is so tight and wet, and she's made just for me. I'm in heaven.

Ayana's eyelids flicker closed, and I say, “Keep your eyes on me, sweetness.”

She complies, eyes pouring into my soul.

I pump harder into her heat and circle my hips, and I almost lose it when her walls clench around my erection.

“Mm, Sterling!” Ayana moans louder the deeper I push inside her.

My aim is to touch her soul.

“That's it, baby,” I grunt as she undulates her hips beneath me. Her tightening core causes my dick to throb and pulse.

“Take all of me. All this cock belongs to you.” I push in and out, thrusting in deep.

“All mine,” she sighs, and her fingernails bite into my back.

“I love being inside you, Ayana.” I continue to glide in and out, and my heart rate speeds up from the pressure of my oncoming orgasm. “Cum with me. I want to feel your juices all over my cock.”

“I'm almost there,” she gasps, and my mouth slams down on hers.

Our tongues tangle, and each of her breaths becomes the very air I need to survive. I pump faster and harder. Our tongues mimic the rhythm of our hips as we race toward nirvana. Ayana drapes her thighs tighter around my waist, and my cock infiltrates deeper.

Ayana voices her pleasure as she grinds her hips against me.

“Harder,” she gasps between kisses.

I obey the sweet pleas of my woman. I thrust harder and faster, reaching for her soul. Her fingernails scrape my back, painful, but it only enhances my pleasure.

“Cum. Now.” My voice is a guttural growl.

Ayana's climax is instantaneous. She writhes with pleasure underneath me as her limbs quake. I continue to pound against her quivering body as our moans and breaths crescendo in unison. Her clenching walls strangle my cock, and I erupt, spattering my seed inside her heat. Insurmountable rapture blows my mind. Then, only once her breathing slows, I slow my movements. My own breathing slows as we get closer to catching our breath.

Once the universe settles back on its axis, I collapse onto the bed, taking Ayana into my arms. I'm spent. I'm depleted and blissfully owned by my woman. She owns me, and I own her with my whole heart, body, and soul.

“I love you, Ayana.”

“I love you too, Sterling,” she says gazing deeply into my eyes. “And another thing, I quit.”

Laughter rumbles through my chest as I pin her delectable body beneath me on the bed. “Now, that is music to my ears,” I reply, before kissing her, and making love to her all over again.