Pearl (The Pearl Series) (16 page)

“Please Alexandre. Please fuck me.” She bucked her hips into my mouth as I sucked and teased her, and she murmured something about a dream she’d had the night before, featuring a big, black stallion.

“You want to ride me, baby? Is that what you want? Ride me like a stallion?”

Now that I’d made Pearl come in several different ways, it was time for something a little more experimental. I could have carried on and had her come in my mouth, but she wanted to ride? Sure, why not. Let her ride my cock. The
Reversed Cowboy,
hmm…nice.
I put myself beneath her, and maneuvered her so that she slipped her wet warmth onto my pounding erection, her head facing my feet, so my view was of her glorious, round ass.

“Show me what you’ve got, cowgirl. You call the shots with your pussy pistol.” I grinned. I had her exactly where I wanted her, and it felt great. My hands were either side of her little waist as I guided her up and down. Up and down. She was stroking my ankles at the same time—so sensual. Mixed with the image of her behind, I was a happy man, indeed.

“Love that peaches and cream ass, Pearl. Love that. Tight. Wet. Pearlette.”

I still hadn’t worked out if Pearl was full of it, or not, about her orgasm (or lack of) history. Sometimes, I felt suspicious.

a) because she was bloody good in bed and…

b) because she seemed to come every single time with me.

Every time, except when I practically raped her and fucked her so hard against her kitchen wall—but even then, I got her on Round 2. Here she was again, going crazy for me. Moaning while she fucked me, her hands cupping my balls (where did she learn that?), easing me out of her, and then slapping the tip of my cock about her clit. Driving me fucking crazy. Teasing me. Nobody had ever turned me on so much as Pearl.

“That’s right baby,” I breathed, “lasso my cock with your tight, tight pussy, you cowgirl.”

My hands played with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers as Pearl continued her horny ride, rocking back and forth. I grabbed her ass, and feeling myself about to come, started my
one, one thousand
count. Luckily, I didn’t have to keep it up for long, because when I tilted my hips forward, she started moaning. Tiny beads of sweat broke out on the small of her back, and her contractions told me that I could break free and let myself go—hard. Fuck, I was coming like the bloody Niagara Falls; my cum bursting inside her, as she slammed down on me, swallowing me deep.

“Oh Pearl, oh Pearl, you beautiful thing,” I murmured as she sank all the way down, grinding herself into me.

“I’m coming Alexandre.”
Yeah, babe, I know.
“Oh God, oh….”

She started twiddling her clit with her hand and it brought on another rush from me. And her.

“Fuck, Alexandre, I’m coming again. This has never happened to me. Ever! I thought it was impossible to come twice in a row.”

A crooked smile played on my lips. “
Mission Impossible
,” I said, and started humming the tune, as my hands roamed around Pearl’s small waist and then over the curves of her ass. Was she lying?

Or was I a fucking
god
in bed?

Whatever, I was on fire. I had to keep fucking this woman. I felt like an animal and needed more. Had to get her pregnant. Had to have more, more, more! More of my seed inside her. More of everything. Pearl was my life tonic. My elixir.

Once her orgasm had calmed, I pushed her off me and spun her around so she was on all fours.

“Hold onto the headboard, baby. I have to keep fucking you.” I grasped her ass with my hands as I slid into her—she held on, her head leaning against the soft headboard as I consumed her. Not in her ass, no, but entering her from behind. Her. Sweet. Hot. Addictive. Pussy.

She was groaning. I knew I was being unreasonable. Dominating. Bestial. But I couldn’t stop.

“Love. Fucking. You. Fucking. This. Sweet….Jesus, Pearl, what is it about you? All I want to do is make you come, come inside you.” I kept pumping her. Fucking her relentlessly. I knew she must have been sore as hell but I had to admit, I liked that idea. I wanted her to feel me. Raw. Untamed. A man who at times, would lose control. A man that had to have her. Own her. Take all of her. All
mine.

But I slowed down. A voice inside my head told me I was acting like a dick. I pulled out slowly and went to ‘kiss it better.’ Kiss that sweet pearlette that I’d been treating like a hot, juicy cunt. Pearl was too special for me to be losing control like this. I flickered the tip of my tongue around her bruised center and she whimpered with pleasure…but I could taste myself, taste her, taste sex and it got me ravenous again.

The beast was back. I had to come inside her, once more. I entered her again.

She cried out, “Oh God Alexandre, I love this!”

“This ass is…oh fuck…this creamy, peachy, hot ass has got me hooked…your hot, sweet pussy…” Pearl had me beside myself. I cupped both butt cheeks with my hands and carried on with my assault as I drove myself into her. In. And. Out. In. And. Out. She was tight like a glove around me. The sensation was incredible. “This ass belongs to me.
All of it
belongs to me,” I heard myself growling. I eased up and stilled myself, knowing I’d gone too far. Knowing I’d pushed poor Pearl to her limits, my Neanderthal instincts had taken me over.

But what do you know? My rock-hard, throbbing cock, still inside her, had her contracting all over it. She started moaning, her nipples as hard as cherry pips, her golden hair flopped like bands of silk over her shoulders.

She moaned, “Oh God…Alexandre, I’m coming again. This is insane. What are you doing to me?”

I flooded into her. I was coming again, too. Every sweet sensation was in my cock. As if every brain molecule was there. It was ruling me. Ruling her. This was my true queen: Pearl Robinson. I wanted her to reign with me; run my empire by my side.

“Je t’aime, Pearl. Je t’aime,” I whispered, my climax surging through me like flashes of white lightening.

She didn’t reply.

I just told her I loved her.
That was a huge thing for me. But she said nothing.

I wished I knew what she was thinking.

Wished I knew what was going through her mind.

13

I
guess I should have known that when things seem too good to be true, they usually are.

Sophie really outdid herself this time. She had made me so furious that I began to have fantasies of having her shipped off to a desert island and dumped there, with no means of communication. I’d have care packages flown in by parachute but she’d have to survive on her own. Because boy, was she being one hell of a Megabitch.

I was happily basking in the sun on the hotel rocks by the sea, having sex flashbacks of Pearl, when I discovered Pearl had done a runner on me. While I was busy being Master of the Universe; taking care of business calls and making more money that I didn’t need, Pearl had taken herself to Nice airport, alone, and never wanted anything to do with me again. I listened for the forth time to her phone message on my voicemail (the message had come in when I was otherwise engaged). It was too late to catch up with her. More fool me.

“Alexandre—what can I say? I’ve left. Obviously. I received a message on my cell from Sophie who seemed to know every intimate detail of my sex life. I’m glad your ‘challenge’ worked out for you. And for me, too. It was a real eye-opener—an experience of a lifetime. It was beautiful. Beautiful because I believed in it. But now I’ve found out that it was just a game for you. I know that it could never be the same between us again. You said it yourself: the biggest sex organ is your brain. And my brain is shot to pieces right now. Goodbye, Alexandre. Good luck with Rex—shame that cute dog and I will never meet. Bon voyage.”

Never meet?
What the fuck had happened?

I called my sister.

“Alright, what have you done this time?” I demanded when she picked up.

“You’ll get your share of the rubies and stuff, don’t be impatient, Alexandre.”

“I’m not talking about the fucking rubies, I’m talking about a rare pearl—more important than any gem. Pearl. What did you say to her?”

“Nothing she doesn’t already know.”

“You told her stuff about our sex life, didn’t you? Stuff I have never, ever discussed with you. Why did you spin her a load of lies, Sophie?” I shouted, my voice on fire.

“Not lies. The truth. She’s a stalker. A cougar-stalker almost twice your age. I found things on your iPad, too. You should lock it with a password, you know.”

“My iPad is private, for fuck’s sake. I had no idea you’d be gatecrashing my house. Plus, I write stuff down in English so people like
you
can’t snoop. More fool me, obviously.”

“Google Translate is my new best friend, Alexandre. Sorry, but I couldn’t resist taking a peek.”

My stupid list about Pearl,
I remembered.
That’s what freaked Pearl out and made it look as if I’d betrayed her confidence
.

I said coldly, “You and I are over, Sophie. From now on, speak to my attorney because I can’t deal with you anymore. I’ll find a solution to HookedUp. Meanwhile, stay out of my fucking life.”

“She’s too old for you, Alexandre. What’s more, she was trying to stalk you. I was just looking out for you.”

“You, yourself, know that Pearl doesn’t look her age, Sophie. And Pearl and I have moved forward. She was not
stalking
us, per se. The past is the past and I want that woman
in my life
. As I said, stay out of my affairs. You and I are DONE.”

Sophie was silent. I could hear her hitched breaths on the line. “Shit, you’re really in love with Pearl Robinson, aren’t you?” she said in a shaky voice.

“Yes, I am and I’m choosing her over you, Sophie. So either get with the fucking program, apologize to Pearl, be nice to her for
evermore,
or get the fuck OUT of my life for good, because not only are you making Pearl miserable, you are making
me
miserable, too.”

“Okay,” she muttered in a quiet voice.

“You mean it?”

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry Alexandre, I didn’t know she meant
that
much to you. I don’t want my little brother to be unhappy, I really don’t. I care for you too much.”

“The damage may be too great. She might not even take me back. She’s a nice girl, Sophie. A nice, wholesome girl who doesn’t need a couple of dysfunctional French nutcases in her life. I’m hanging up now. You’d
so
better make it up to her in the future. That is, if she and I even
have
a future. She might not want me now.”

I clicked end and dialed Pearl’s number. I suspected her cell would be off, but still, I just wanted to hear her voice. I left three messages in a row, explaining things and I prayed to God, Jesus, even (my
Personal Jesus)
, that I could make things right again, and that Pearl hadn’t given up on me for good.

I flew by helicopter to Paris. I
had
planned to do this with Pearl, of course, so she could meet my mother and we could collect Rex and take him back to New York with us. That part of the plan still stood; I needed my dog with me now more than ever, not just for myself and for Rex, but as bait to catch Pearl. Even if she hated me by now, and loathed Sophie’s guts, surely she wouldn’t be able to resist my loving black Lab? I refused to give up.

I
would
win Pearl back, no matter what.

When I saw my mother, I took a double take. People say that the woman you end up choosing will resemble your mom, and I laughed to myself. I
could
see Pearl in her. Tall, elegant, poised. Beautifully dressed. Blonde hair and large blue eyes—her complexion flawless. What lay beneath her cool exterior, though, nobody would have guessed. I had still kept her dark, dark secret; hadn’t told a soul, not even Sophie.

Maman was reading a book in the living room, a romance, no doubt—she was hooked on them. She loved the dominant alpha male, the type that rode up on horseback and swept a lady off her feet and galloped off with her into the sunset, the lady protesting but secretly delighted that the hero wouldn’t take no for an answer. I slipped in quietly and observed her lying back on the sofa, shoes off, her feet up, and I wished that her real hero, my father, hadn’t turned out to be such a demon. Wished that she could have been stronger, more resilient, because what happened in the end—the finale—could have been a scene right out of a horror story. She was smiling as she read, and as I stepped closer, I realized that it wasn’t a book she was holding in her hands, but an e-reader.