15 comments/ 72816 views/ 81 favorites Adonis By: Selene02 "Daphne darling, you need to try this on." Jeanette held up a bright red dress to her daughter. The silk gown was floor length with a slit running up the side. The store they were in was incredibly pretentious and Daphne only agreed because her mother was buying her stuff. Daphne Landry was your typical filthy rich girl. One thing that made her stand out was that she was black. Her father ran his own law form and her mother was a successful child psychologist. Daphne always had the best of everything. She was an only child and went to private school and wore D&G and Chanel for everything. Daphne was well on her way to finishing her Masters degree and was in her last semester of college. Soon after she planned to head off somewhere and look for a job, while working on her doctorate. "Daphne Marie Landry...get over here and try this on!" her mother joked with her, she knew how much it bothered Daphne when she used her whole name. "Mother please!" Daphne smiled, took the dress from her and retreated to the dressing room. *** "What exactly are we doing here?" Mark asked his friend Abe. "We are here because I need to find a gift for Michelle." Mark Emery Addison, again, typical rich boy from a hoity-toity family. He never really cared what his father did to get so much money, something about stocks. His mother, the she-witch she could be was a stay at home mom...meaning she stayed at home or shopped while other people raised Mark. Herald, the family's butler and driver basically raised Mark. Who, because of the love and support he got from Herald was working on his own multimillion dollar company. Mark and Abe managed to end up in the ladies section and as Abe looked around for something deliciously scandalous to put his girlfriend in Mark went walking around. This is ugly... Mark said to himself picking up a bright green dress with sequences drowning it. He heard the sound of two women arguing and he wanted to investigate, perhaps see a chick-fight. "Daphne Landry, come out here this instance!" Jeanette tapped her foot on the ground. Mark looked at the woman and thought she was at the max 30 years old. She had that classic beauty; no work was done to her, just exercise and good eating. Then he heard the other voice more clearly. "Mother, I'm not coming out...my breasts are going to fall out!" Whoa, maybe she's not 30... "Daphne, it can't be that bad." Jeanette pulled open the curtain and Mark was now staring at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her slim and yet incredibly filled out ebony body looked magnificent against the red dress. When she turned around to look at her mother he could tell that the top was too small. Her breasts were at least a large B, but the top looked like it fit the battery sized breasts. Her figure was accentuated in the dress and the slit went all the way to her hip revealing a sexy glimpse of her inner thigh when she moved. "Don't be silly, you can fit them in..." Jeanette pulled at the top of the dress and it came completely down exposing both of Daphne's breasts. Mark gasped loudly and watched the perkiest tits he had ever seen. She didn't need to wear a bra if she didn't want to. Her nipples were small and tight in the cold air and his cock became stiff as he watched her. Suddenly, realizing she was being watched Daphne looked up and stared at the Adonis staring back at her. Jeanette turned around and squealed covering her daughter's breasts with her body and pushing her back into the dressing room. "What did I miss?" Abe walked up and looked at Mark. His mouth was wide open and still staring towards the dressing room. "Absolutely beautiful." He managed to say before Abe pulled him away. *** "Did you see him?" Daphne gasped and pulled on her shirt. "Yes, he was staring at your breasts." Jeanette sat down on the bench and watched her daughter get dressed. "Mother, he wasn't I looked him dead in the eye." Daphne picked up her purse and followed her mother out to the register. Jeanette had the infamous dress in hand and was walking towards the register. "Mom I can't get that dress." "Yes you can, we will fix the top." "Which one, mine or the dresses?" "Go ahead; blame me for your figure..." Jeanette laughed and walked ahead. Daphne walked by a mannequin wearing the ugliest green dress she had ever seen. "Boy, that's ugly." "I thought so too." A voice came from behind her. She spun around and saw the mystery man. "Hi." She smiled and reached her hands up to cross them over her breasts. "I wanted to apologize for that back there, I was caught off guard." "As was I." she admitted. "If I could introduce myself, my name is Mark." "Hello Mark, I'm Daphne." "Beautiful." He said smiling at her. "Uh...thank you." Daphne blushed. Her light caramel colored skin didn't hide the reddening in her face. Her long curly brown hair bounced into her face. Mark reached up and pushed one of the tendrils away and stared into her eyes, which were green. "I'd love to take you out." He asked moving in closer to her. When he stopped moving she could feel her hardened nipples rubbing through her shirt and into his polo shirt. He must've noticed too because he looked down and read her shirt. I'm a Rich Bitch "Interesting shirt." "Thanks, my mom got it for me." "Can I perhaps have your number?" he asked dragging a fingertip across her collarbone. She shivered a little and nodded. She had given him her number and returned to her mother's side shortly after. *** Friday night came and Daphne and her friend Mina were getting ready to go out. The two of them were in Daphne's bathroom discussing makeup and choices of colored glitter. "So, has he called you?" Mina sat on the edge of the tub and started painting her toenails. Daphne was standing over one of her sinks and applied her mascara. "No, not yet, I only saw him on Tuesday." Daphne smiled and ran a hand through her straightened hair. With it straight it hit the middle of her back and you could really see the natural red highlights. Her outfit consisted of a small dark denim skirt, black heels, and a black tank-top and red fingernail polish. Her makeup was simple and natural looking; she really never needed anything extravagant. Mina on the other hand wanted bright red lipstick with everything. Daphne and Mina did one last mirror check and headed towards their usual hangout. On the outside of the bar there were a few guys sanding around, they all tried to get Daphne and Mina's attention. The girls walked up past the line and went straight in. The bouncer smiled and held all of the other people at bay. Once inside they looked around the room and sat down at the bar. When they did the drinks started pouring in. Yes they were rich, but why spend money on yourself at the bar when the bartender is always coming up to you with drinks from other guys. Mitch, the bartender, always had an eye out for creepy guys and it also helped that Daphne's father knew Mitch's father. She had connections all over the city. Daphne took a sip of her martini and gave her buyer a wink. *** "Abe, I don't want to go out tonight." Mark looked at the piece of paper in his hand and contemplated dialing the number. His cell phone was in his hand and he was ready to dial. "Come on man, you haven't called her yet, you're not going to call her at all...come with me." Abe stood next to the front door. "So I can sit there while you and Michelle fondle each other?" Mark glared at him and chuckled. "Maybe you can find someone to fondle." Abe said simply grabbing his car keys. "Yeah, maybe." Mark put the number and his phone back in his pocket and followed his friend out of the house. "Come on slowpokes!" Michelle yelled from the sunroof of the SUV. Michelle was a little petite blonde girl with huge DD tits that weren't hers. "Coming baby!" Abe yelled. *** When Mark, Abe and Michelle reached the bar they walked in and saw a group of people dancing on the bar. The music was loud and there was the smell of straight vodka in the air. "I'm going to like this place." Michelle said leading Abe straight towards the dance floor. Mark decided to go get a drink and headed over to the bar. When he got there he saw a pair of black heels in front of him. He looked up the shapely brown legs, hoping that it was Daphne, but it wasn't. It was some drunk and overweight girl wearing a skirt that was way to short to be dancing on the bar. He cringed and turned around. He would just go get a table and order a drink. By the time the waitress brought him the drink he ordered he began to survey the room. He looked towards the dance floor and saw Michelle with Abe, they were practically going at it on the floor and he looked further past them and noticed the gorgeous Ebony Goddess in the corner. She was swaying her hips to Fergie's Fergalicious, and dancing with some guy who really wasn't dancing he was more or less watching her move and getting a hard-on. Mark felt a wave of jealousy pass through him when he saw the guy's hands all over her. Then he almost knocked the table over when the guy had the audacity to grab her breasts and try to pull her top down. Daphne's reaction was one of complete outrage. She turned around and fixed her top and gave the guy a swift kick in the nuts. He fell to the floor grabbing his crotch, but before she could get away, another guy, probably one of the crotch grabber's friends, tried to corner her. He was yelling at her and calling her all kinds of names. Mark couldn't take it anymore he jumped up and headed towards them. *** As Daphne held her own against the big fugly friend she saw the Adonis walking towards her. His movements were smooth and deliberate. His dark brown hair was perfect and the muscular arms he had were accentuated by his black button up shirt. She didn't have time to think about sex when this big oaf was crowding her personal space. "Excuse me, but I believe you are yelling at my girlfriend." Mark walked up behind Oaf-Boy and tapped him on the shoulder. "Your little bitch right here kicked my boy in the nuts." He turned back to Daphne. She rolled her eyes at him. "Well it's either she kick him in the balls or I break his fucking nose for touching her breasts. Those breasts are mine." Mark looked dangerous and Daphne smiled inwardly, she could tell that what he was saying was getting to the guy. Then she realized that he must've been watching her for a while to notice the breast grabbing episode. Then Mina, Abe and Michelle appeared behind them all and looked at what was going on. "Hey Daph!" Mitch yelled from the bar. Daphne turned and saw him hold up a baseball bat. She shook her head and gave him the okay sign and continued watching her Adonis berate the local idiot. She pushed her way past the big Oaf-Boy and grabbed Marks hand. "Let's leave this jerk and go dance." She said pulling him away. Their friends just stared and introduced themselves to each other. When Daphne and Mark reached a desirable spot on the dance floor the song conveniently changed. Akon's I Wanna Fuck You set the mood for their dancing. Daphne stood in front of Mark and started her little dance. He reached his hand up and cupped the back of her head. His other hand ran along her collarbone and then jumped to her waist. He surprised her by being able to dance, white boy had rhythm. She turned around and pressed her butt against him. She heard him groan and she could feel his raging erection against her. "Wow." She bent back and looked him in the eyes. "Fuck." He groaned again and closed his eyes. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled them up her stomach, he stopped when he touched the underside curve of her breasts and he pulled his hands back down. Daphne giggled and grabbed his hands. She boldly placed them on her breasts and gave them a nice squeeze. Mark shuddered against her and resisted the urge to fuck her against the wall. He bent down and kissed his way up her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. Daphne wondered if the juices flowing from her pussy were now dripping down her leg. He made her so wet and she wanted to crawl into his skin. When the song was over Mark realized he still had his hands on her breasts and his erection was more than apparent in his slacks. He dropped his hands and whispered in her ear. "Do you think we could perhaps sit down now? I'm pitching a tent." Daphne giggled in response and walked towards the table he pointed out. When they say down Mark was eternally grateful, he adjusted himself and then noticed that Daphne was looking right at him. She slid next to him and took his hand from his bulge. She threw one leg over his and thank goodness for the tablecloth otherwise everyone would've seen what she was about to do. Daphne pulled his hand up the inside of her thigh and he shuddered when he reached her drenched panties. "Oh my God." Mark bent over and kissed her passionately. He took her boldness as a cue to move forward. While she pulled her panties to the side he proceeded to stick one of his fingers into her wetness. She bit his lower lip and moaned into his mouth. Mark had to force himself to realize where they were. He pulled his finger out of her and looked back at her face. Her lips were kiss swollen and her face was flushed. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. Suddenly she became very uncomfortable and she backed away from him. "No, please don't go." He reached for her and pulled her back to his side. "That wasn't too crazy was it?" she asked cautiously. He bent down and kissed her. When he stopped he whispered into her ear. "Crazy would be taking me into the ladies bathroom so I could fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours." He licked her earlobe and she giggled. "Wow that is crazy." She smiled. "And a good idea." She got up from the table and pulled him up with her. They walked over towards the bar and Mitch looked at her. "Who is this?" he asked. "Mitch, this is Mark. Can we go into the break room?" she gave him a sly smile and Mitch laughed out loud. "Sure you can...just don't break anything." He walked back down the bar and took more orders. Daphne gave Mark a wide smile and they walked into the backroom. The backroom was much cleaner than the bathroom he knew. There was a table and four chairs, a four person couch and a loveseat. Mark decided he wanted to try the couch first and he pushed her towards it. She giggled as she fell and bounced once and then she rolled over and felt Marks hands on her thighs. "Oh shit." She bit her hand to stifle the scream rising in her throat. "Ever had a white boy eat you out?" he asked pulling her panties down and stuffing them in his pocket. She shook her head no and pulled down her top to reveal her breasts. He practically came in his pants when she did that, her nipples were tight and begging to be sucked. He knew he would get to that later. He spread her legs in front of him and draped her legs over his shoulders. When Daphne saw his head dip in between her thighs she nearly came. She gripped his hair and little tremors ran through her. When she came she actually did scream, but Mark was pretty sure no one in the bar could hear her over the music. He rose to his knees, with her legs still draped on his shoulders. He had shoved his pants down and she gasped as she saw the amount of cock behind his pants. It must've been 8 or 9 inches and so thick she thought she would drool from seeing it. He started to push into her and he couldn't get very far. He pulled out and tried again, she gasped and tried to push him away. "Are you a virgin?" he asked panting and gritting his teeth. "Fuck no...but my first wasn't as big as you...he was frankly pencil-dicked compared to you." She tried to relax and when he pushed forward again he went in another inch but she was in pain. "Shit, I'm sorry." He pulled out of her and pulled her to her feet. He guided her to the table and bent her forward over it. "What are you doing?" she asked cautiously. He moved her feet out, exposing her sweet pussy to his gaze once again. He stood behind her and it felt like he was going to fuck her from behind but he shoved two fingers into her pussy. She gripped the table and thrust back into his fingers. He worked enough juices from her and then he inserted three fingers. She bit back a groan and then said fuck it; she groaned and panted as he pushed in and out of her. She came suddenly and it was so powerful she came all over his hand in a gush of warm fluid. "Oh fuck baby, you squirt?" he groaned and grabbed his cock with his free hand. "It's only happened once before, when I was using my vibrator." She shuddered and her knees gave out. "You have no use for that thing from now on, throw it away." Mark scooped her in his arms and laid her on the table. She sprawled out like she had been thoroughly fucked, but she wasn't, not by a long shot. He knelt in front of her again and placed her feet on his shoulders. He leaned forward and sucked on her clit. Daphne nearly came off the table; there was too much pressure on her. She knew that feeling...she was going to come again. She wanted to say something but her mind was still mush. Mark pressed two fingers into her pussy and was frantically pushed up, hitting her g-spot with every stroke. "M-...Mark!" Daphne yelled as she pushed down with her feet. Mark fell backwards and watched as she came all over the table, her pussy gushed a couple of times and her legs were still shaking. She threw her head back and he knew it was now or never. He stood up and prepared to push his cock fully into her beautiful body. She was so fucking tight he wanted to explode, but he wanted to push one more orgasm out of her before he did. "Daphne." He went in to the hilt. They both could feel the walls of her pussy trying to adjust. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as she felt his cock hit her cervix. "Yes?" "I want you to be my girlfriend...okay?" he pulled out and pushed back in. "Whatever you want baby, I'm yours." She groaned and used her left hand to rub her clit. Mark pushed her hand away and began frantically rubbing her clit. She started to scream as the orgasm built inside of her. "Fuck, I'm going to cum soon." "I want to feel you cum inside me." She moaned and pushed towards his oncoming thrust. Mark pushed a few more times and she could see the glorious muscles in his chest flex. "Cum now Daphne!" he groaned as he started cumming. She screamed damn nearly at the top of her lungs and came again. She couldn't seem to breathe and she tried to sit up but a strong hand pushed her back down. She laid back and looked up at her Adonis. "I don't want this moment to end." He said rubbing her thighs. His cock became soft and he slipped out of her. "It won't, I'm your girlfriend. You can have me anytime you want." Daphne reached up to her breasts and pulled her nipples a couple of times before pulling her top back over them. Mark helped her get up and he pulled her off the table. He adjusted her skirt and managed to find her heels. One was by the door the other one was on the other side of the room. "Can I have my panties back?" she asked fixing Marks shirt. "Nope, I think I'll keep them." He winked at her and gave her ass a quick slap. "Naughty boy." Daphne got ready to walk back out the room when Mark stopped her. "Hey, you don't have any reservations about a white boyfriend?" he asked. "Of course not. How do you feel about a black girlfriend?" she pulled her top down to flash him. He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, keeping an eye on her breasts. "Oh no...I'm personally a fan of African American Goddesses." He kissed her passionately and popped one of her nipples in his mouth. "Ooh, stop that...otherwise we won't be leaving for a while." Adonis An impatient huff of breath escaped lips adorned with sun block when a mix of sun-mat, towel, lotion, water and books shifted as sandaled feet tripped on the unfamiliar paving stones. Fortunately nothing fell and the small bundle was secured once more. The sound of mocking laughter reached across a small distance and Breck risked a quick glance from under his sun hat. He should have guessed. Three guys lounged against a wall, tall, toned and tanned. Breck was not sure whether they were locals or visitors. All had dark hair, eyes hidden by large sunglasses, and the aura that men who knew they were attractive exuded. They wore Speedos and open shirts, revealing one man's smooth chest and two others well-dusted with dark fur. Breck found himself admiring the expanses of exposed flesh despite himself. He looked away quickly as their heads turned back towards him. There was no point being anything other than a source of amusement for them. They were a complete contrast to him. His colouring was pure Irish; red hair, pale skin and freckles and the floppy hat was a necessity to protect his face and neck. He had opted for baggy Bermudas, uncertain whether he would want to go for a swim. An over-sized t-shirt covered his pale-skinned chest. He would take it off on the beach for a short while, but he was safety-conscious enough to know not to let his skin burn. Apart from it being stupid, if he got a bad case of sunburn it could ruin the rest of his long-anticipated holiday. Focusing ahead he ignored a few innocuous jibes aimed at him and was relieved the trio did not move after him. That would have spoilt his day. He took a deep breath and looked around appreciatively. He had selected this resort as it claimed to be gay-friendly. He recognised a few of the singles and couples he had seen in the hotel dining room that morning as he had left. He had opted to eat out and so was certain no one would recognise him. Over to his right was a white-sanded area with rows of sun loungers. That was populated by couples and families and Breck was not interested in a lounger. Ahead of him and to his left were a mix of rock and sand where couples and singles sat or lay. It was easy enough to walk to edge of the rocks and get into the sea. He stared out across the azure ocean. His resort was in a semi circle of coast. Both to his left and right the land curved towards the sea. On the horizon he could see a ship heading towards the harbour located in the larger resort on his left. The sky was ultramarine with just an occasional wisp of white, cotton-wool cloud that ambled slowly by. It smelt clean and fresh, there were no traffic sounds and Breck could scarcely wait to really begin to enjoy his summer break. Bringing his gaze back to the beach he spotted somewhere he could sit and even stretch out if he wanted. Grinning happily he headed over. Settling in his vantage spot he would be able to indulge in people watching as well as enjoy the oceanic vista. He spread out his mat and was able to keep his water in the shade of a small outcrop of rock. He peeled off his t-shirt and sat down. He had ensured he had put on his Factor 50 before leaving the hotel, but he would need to recoat if he did decide to swim. Selecting a book, he settled to read. **** Something made Breck look up. It was almost as if he had been aware of a change in the ambiance around him. He could not stop the giggle as he likened what he was seeing to a Mexican wave. People on the beach were turning in response to the arrival of a newcomer. Adonis. Breck had no other name for the man. Dark hair fell to just above his shoulders. His eyes were hidden by dark glasses, but Breck just knew they would be liquid mocha. High cheekbones, sculptured lips and a strong chin were just the beginning. He wore a turquoise blue shirt unbuttoned as though to provide a frame for the canvass of his chest. His skin was olive-toned, certainly Mediterranean in origin; although Breck was not certain that he was Spanish. There was a decent smattering of hair across the chest and which arrowed over the flat abdomen. A dark line ran from navel to swim trunks in the same turquoise as his shirt. Even quiescent, the bulge they restrained spoke of an organ of impressive dimensions. His legs were furred and his thighs strongly muscled. Breck surmised the Adonis worked out to keep himself in peak shape. The Adonis seemed unaware of the effect he was having around him, halting in almost in the same spot Breck had as if to decide the best spot on the beach. The dark blue towel he carried indicated he intended to swim. Breck looked around at the people on the beach again and smothered another giggle. Girls were puffing up their chests and sucking in non-existent stomachs. One was trying to surreptitiously pinch her nipples to noticeable peaks. Some of the single men had adapted their pose, spreading their legs or bending one knee upwards or outwards. One was even less subtle, stoking his thigh and skimming his thumb along the leg of his swimming briefs. Breck returned his gaze to the Adonis just as the other man removed his glasses and let his dark eyes sweep over the beach. For a second or two their eyes met before the Adonis dropped his towel and glasses and headed towards the sea. Breck could not suppress the groan that slipped past his still-parted lips. He quickly adjusted his position. Baggy Bermudas could hide a multitude of sins, but not the erection he was sporting if he remained lying flat. His cock had taken an immediate liking to the Adonis and Breck was sure it was trying to force its way to freedom to wave encouragingly at the handsome male. He moved to sit cross-legged and resumed alternating between people watching and enjoying his book. It was hard to focus either on the people on the beach or his book. Breck kept finding his gaze going to the Adonis who was enjoying being in the sea. He had kept his shirt on and it now clung tenaciously to his form, emphasising his physique. When he laughed, strong, white, even teeth were displayed. He had been included in a loose form of water polo that a mixed group were playing and Breck forced his attention back to his book as his erection throbbed dangerously. The next time Breck looked up the Adonis was striding from the sea, drops cascading from his body like diamonds as he stood by his towel. He watched as the dark man peeled off the wet shirt, wringing it out with powerful hands. He was mesmerised as, picking up the towel, the Adonis swept the cotton across broad pectorals and solid abdominals. Too late to look away, their eyes met again as the towel ghosted across the Adonis' groin. Caught. Breck immediately buried his blushing face in his book. It was too late, but the best he could do. He was not reading the words; the book was just a barrier. The dark eyes had glittered with amusement as they had locked with his. Then there had been a flash of ivory as the Adonis had smiled, but the smile had been feral, predatory and Breck had felt a heady mix of vulnerability and arousal. To the point that he was sure if he just slid his hand around his penis he would come in his pants. He tried to calm himself down; too nervous to see if the Adonis was now sunbathing or had left the beach. He took a deep breath and lowered the book a fraction. He was relieved and disappointed in equal measure as he saw the Adonis was no longer there. One thing was certain; he would have plenty of fantasy material for when there was just his imagination and hand for company. A strangled squeak of shock erupted from between his lips as a large body folded gracefully to sit crossed-legged beside him. The feral smile was still on the Adonis' lips and at such close quarters he could see the fine stubble which he assumed was intentional, giving a rough, rugged appearance to the undeniably beautiful face. "You were watching me," the Adonis said, amusement evident in his accented tones. The voice was sultry and sexy and Breck fought off the urge to writhe, or fall back on the sand and offer himself at the altar of the Adonis' sexual charisma. "Lots were watching you," he countered, surprised he could form coherent words. "Yes, but you were watching me." Breck swallowed past a dry throat. He wondered if this was what a rabbit felt like just before a fox would move in for the kill. "May I?" the Adonis asked, indicating the water. Breck stared as the Adonis' Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically to his swallowing the water. It seemed that everything this man did was hot-wired to his groin. His dick ached uncomfortably. His breathing began to quicken as he became the focus of lust-laden, dark eyes. "Pretty," the Adonis announced as a hand touched the centre of Brecks's chest. "Such pale skin, it fascinates me." Breck was certain he was on the verge of hyperventilating. A thumb was tantalisingly close to his nipple, so close the bud had hardened as if begging the Adonis to touch it. The hand moved to strand of his hair that fell in waves to his shoulders. A curl wrapped around the Adonis' finger as if trying to keep the dark man captive. "I like red," he grinned. He stared blatantly at Breck's chest and groin. "Responsive," the Adonis purred. "I like that. You are hard for me, pretty. I know you are. I saw you when I arrived. You lay there hard for me and I hadn't even touched you. I could make you come now just by speaking couldn't I? You would tremble and shake and I would see your face as you came harder than anyone has made you come before. But I don't think so. Then everyone would see." Breck was already trembling, sure he was going to come, but then the Adonis was standing. The loss of his nearness made Breck whimper a denial and his cock deflated enough to derail the incipient orgasm. He gazed up, uncaring that his eyes would be begging. There was another dangerous flash of teeth and a hand extended towards him. "Coffee, over there," he nodded towards a cafe a couple of hundred metres away. "Then I will decide what to do with you." **** Breck gathered his things together. It seemed as though the bundle had grown as he juggled his belongings whilst the Adonis had simply wrapped his towel sarong-style around his hips. He was urged ahead of the other man and was peripherally aware of the looks aimed at him; incredulity, jealously, envy. It all added to the surreal sensation of arousal that swirled around them. As they reached the café the Adonis selected the table and sat next to Breck. A waiter appeared almost immediately. As his eyes moved to the Adonis, Breck saw the smile and the waiter gave a wide smile of his own. Breck could scarcely believe the surge of jealously that spiked through his body. "Two coffees, por favor," the Adonis purred. Breck watched the waiter vanish inside and then returned his gaze to the man beside him. "Jealous, pretty?" the Adonis asked, amusement colouring his tone. "You want me so bad, hmm? You know I can pleasure you. You would let me bend you over this table wouldn't you?" "No," Breck husked, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He gasped as the Adonis' hand snaked between his legs and squeezed his still half-hard shaft. It surged to life instantly. Breck's breath came in soft, open-mouthed gasps as the Adonis traced the outline of his erection. "I could make you come right now," the words purred silkily in Breck's ear and he whimpered. Then the hand vanished and he was bereft without the touch. He had not even noticed the waiter heading towards them. "Gracias, amigo," the Adonis smiled. "Drink and calm yourself, pretty. I am staying in a hotel close by. I will be the only one to see you when you come undone by my touches." **** Breck barely tasted the coffee as they had their drinks. They left them half finished, Breck's eyes pleading with the dark male to end his misery. He gratefully followed the other man to his hotel. As the Adonis headed to reception he pointed in the direction of the lift. "Eighth floor. Hold the lift." As Breck was joined by the bigger man he was shoved hard against the wall of the lift. One hand instantly slid beneath his t-shirt to pinch at peaked nipples, the other fondled his dick back to aching hardness and Breck moaned unashamedly. It felt s if he had been hard for hours. He was almost manhandled from the lift into the Adonis' apartment. His belongings were thrust onto a set of drawers and he was propelled into the bathroom. Breck stood erect and confused as the Adonis turned on the shower. The predatory look was back in the dark eyes as the bigger man turned back to him. "You are too excited, pretty. You need to have the edge taken off. Strip!" Breck blinked at the order and was surprised to find himself obeying. He eased the t-shirt over his head and began to unfasten the Bermudas. "Wait! Turn around and lower them to the floor slowly," the Adonis commanded. "I want to see what you have to offer me." Trembling, barely able to make his body obey, Breck turned and eased the shorts down his legs. He felt more exposed as he bent down than if he had been on the Adonis' bed with his legs spread and even that seemed to add to the thick miasma of lust and arousal. "Nice. Turn to face me." Breck gave a whine of need as he gazed at the equally naked man before him. The Adonis was as impressive as Breck had known he would be and he ached to have the long, thick cock buried inside him. He did not resist as he was urged into the shower. Large hands caressed his body, teasing his nipples, his ballsac as lips and teeth nipped at his neck and shoulders. Without a touch to his straining dick he erupted as teeth bit his throat and fingers tugged a throbbing bud. He moaned as he came, sagging against the Adonis' broad chest. He felt the water stop cascading over him and he was pushed against the shower wall. One large hand splayed across his chest, pinning him in place. Dark eyes captured his glazed green orbs as the Adonis worked his own shaft quickly and efficiently. Breck moaned as hot come splashed over his stomach and softened cock. Part of him thought he should object to being marked so primitively, but most of him was carried away by the sheer eroticism as the Adonis rubbed his crème into Breck's skin. "I want you to smell of me when you are in my bed," the Adonis husked. They towelled themselves dry, Breck avoiding the area marked by the Adonis earning himself a lust-laden smile. He was urged into the living room and onto a settee. Breck glanced in the direction of the bed that he could see through the open doorway and wondered why he still was not there. He stared at the glass pressed into his hand. "Metaxa brandy, seven stars," the Adonis explained. "You need to be more relaxed. Drink." Breck had to admit the warm, smooth brandy was very palatable. He did not object as his glass had yet more poured into it before the Adonis sat next to him. He took another sip and set down the glass. He moaned as the Adonis moved in for their first kiss. He lingered over Breck's eager lips, the kiss initially close-mouthed and gentle. A tongue traced the shape of Breck's mouth, varying pressure to keep him tingling and just off balance. The Adonis pressed down firmly only to pull away again, to just barely brushing his lips against Breck's, tantalising with flirting, fleeting little touches. Breck felt himself slowly pressed back against the sofa cushions. One of his legs was hitched over the Adonis' muscled thighs, opening him to more intimate touches as the kiss continued. A knowing hand cupped his sac, squeezing the balls inside as a tongue darted out and flicked delicately along Breck's still closed lips. Acting more on instinct than intellectual thought, Breck's mouth opened and the Adonis' tongue thrust inside. There it instantly began its ravishment, mapping every nuance. Breck was limp and breathless as they finally separated. He moaned as hot lips began to nurse a sensitised nipple while a finger brushed over his entrance. A groan of need escaped Breck's kiss-swollen lips. He writhed, trying to entice the Adonis into pushing the finger deeper inside him. "No, pretty," the accented voice was a dark husk in Breck's ear. "I will not take you dry. You will remember this encounter for the pleasure I will give you." Gripping Breck's hips, the Adonis guided him to the bed, pushing him unresistingly onto it. He gave a feral flash of white teeth and, spreading Breck's legs wide, knelt between them as if he was born to be there. Wide eyed and whimpering, Breck could only watch with anticipation as the Adonis leant down and licked a stripe from his balls to the crown of his dick, tasting the leaking pre-cum. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. Part of him knew that he was being too easy. However, the brandy had given him a pleasant buzz and his arousal was already spiralling uncontrollably. "So responsive, pretty," the Adonis murmured. A cry spilt from Breck's lip as the Adonis wrapped his hand around Breck's shaft and stroked. More moans fell from his parted lips as the Adonis blew over the tip. He forced himself to watch as full lips encompassed the burgundy-hued head of his shaft. He writhed as the Adonis suckled with abandon and then released the head to run his tongue up and down the hard length. Breck tossed his head back and forth, completely lost in the sensations as the Adonis began licking the underside and then moved lower again to tease the surface of his sac with the tip of his tongue. He needed more, so much more, but he could not string a coherent sentence so he simply spread his legs wider in wonton abandon, praying The Adonis would understand. He whined needily as the Adonis grinned at the sight of him; hair damp and in disarray on the pillow, fair skin flushed with arousal and need, legs spread as wide as he could, offering everything to the bigger man. In response the Adonis' dipped his tongue lower, sampling the smooth skin under Breck's balls. "Please," Breck begged. In wordless reply to Breck's plea the Adonis took Breck's cock into his mouth. Breck moaned as the Adonis drew him deeper into his throat, sucking hard. Strong hands held him down as he began to thrash and buck, going wild with need. After a few moments he moaned a denial as the Adonis pulled back, breathing harshly. Breck did not hesitate as he was directed to lie on his stomach, a pillow under his hips to cant his buttocks to the perfect angle for the Adonis. He spread his legs eagerly as strong, purposeful hands grasped his firm, pale cheeks. He panted eagerly as they were pulled apart gently, baring his hidden entrance to the Adonis' gaze. Breck felt a kiss at the base of his spine then a slow drag of wet tongue up the exposed crevice before it began licking over tightly furled flesh. The redhead lost himself in the erotic sensations, trying to spread himself wider, push himself back on the slick, agile muscle. He cried out his encouragement as the Adonis' tongue pressed with more force, pushing against his opening, demanding it cede to him. Breck was certain the Adonis was trying to drive him out of his mind as the bigger man pulled back and then leant down once more, placing his mouth on Breck's wetted entrance. For long moments as the Adonis licked, nipped and sucked, Breck writhed, shuddered and pleaded to be taken. However, it was clear that the Adonis was far from finished. Breck whimpered as his testicles were each mouthed slowly. Then the slick, agile tongue was back at his small, pulsating opening. His barely coherent pleas were finally answered as the tongue breached him, pushing in harder and faster and he thrust his hips back, matching the rhythm. With an articulate wail of completion, and without the Adonis touching his dick, Breck came hard, hips bucking into the pillow supporting them. Adonis Still aware of the large body kneeling between his spread legs, Breck gave a wordless sound of pleasure as the Adonis caressed his back, sliding large hands up and down. He moaned as fingertips dipped into his wet crevice, gently stroking his passage. Breck offered no resistance as he was rolled onto his back, the Adonis giving his feral smile. His legs were spread and the Adonis once more took what appeared to be his rightful place. Breck watched entranced as the big male squeezed the organ between his splayed thighs, clearly too close to his own release. "That's right, pretty," the big man husked, leaning over Breck and demanding a hard kiss. "When I come it's going to be when I'm inside you." A soft moan fell from Breck's kiss-bruised lips as the Adonis' tongue slid over his chest, biting and sucking at his nipples once more. They were left taut and throbbing as the bigger man moved purposefully lower. Long wet stripes laved across his abdomen and Breck's softened cock twitched with re-arousal as he watched the Adonis' nostrils flare as he was scented. The air was redolent with musk, sweat and come. Breck's defenceless shaft was lifted and the Adonis began to tongue the slit at the penis' tip. The red-head gave a cry and bucked hard as his shaft was sucked inside a warm, wet mouth. Breck's eyes were locked with the lust-laden gaze of the Adonis as he drew Breck's cock into his mouth, swallowing, encouraging it to harden once more. Breck's hands petted restless at dark hair, across broad shoulders or fisted in the bedding as his body was played by a virtuoso and he felt himself responding as the Adonis willed. Slowly his dick began to stir, filling slowly as the bigger man sucked with a delicacy Breck would not have thought possible. One slicked finger penetrated him and he felt the digit probe for his sweet spot and brush over it. As the Adonis brushed over his prostate a second time, Breck moaned and arched, forcing his dick deeper into the still sucking mouth. His muscles tensed and relaxed around the erotic intruder. He felt the finger withdraw, but before he could protest he felt it pushing back inside him, a second alongside it. It was a slow and easy, the fingers moving in and out and Breck's hips following the motion as a wicked tongue teased the head of his shaft. "Please," Breck pleaded. Breck panted wetly as the Adonis reaching between his legs, stroking his now fully resurgent flesh. He writhed as a talented thumb gathered the pooling pre-come and worked it from the slit and down the throbbing length. He opened his mouth eagerly to let the Adonis tongue enter and thrust to the same tempo as the three fingers that crowded his narrow channel. Breck was clenching and unclenching around the delving digits as the Adonis slowly and thoroughly prepared him. All too soon Breck was anxiously moving on the questing fingers, to nonverbally tell the Adonis that he was ready for more. Looking up as the Adonis leant over and kissed him, Breck moaned into the other man's mouth. With economy of movement, Breck was urged onto his hands and knees and he felt the Adonis' thick organ press insistently against his entrance. His hips were held with bruising intensity as he felt hard flesh slowly push inside him. Breck's body arched as the Adonis entered. Breck panted as he was filled, grateful that so much time had been spent preparing and arousing him. He was able to take the impressive rod without difficulty and groaned as it effortlessly rubbed his sweet spot without any need for adjustment. The thrusting began slowly, but quickly increased in tempo, Breck pushing back to meet every movement of the Adonis. He made wordless, animalistic sounds of want and need as large hands pulled at his nipples, stroked his dick, caressed his flanks, urging him closer and closer to the release that shimmered just millimetres from his reach. He wailed as the Adonis reached under him, pulling him effortlessly back onto the bigger man's lap. The movement ensured he was fully seated on the thick cock impaling him. Breck leant his head back on The Adonis's shoulder, eyes closed, panting wetly, his hands reaching back to clutch at broad shoulders. He cried out as a strong grip encircled his cock, the Adonis stroking it in a fast and furious pace. It seemed that the bigger man was now solely intent on hurtling them to orgasm. He felt the bigger man mouthing at his exposed throat, the vulnerability of his position arousing him to impossible heights from which he suddenly plummeted. His release detonated with a wail that heralded Breck's climax. He shuddered and jerked in the strong embrace as his channel flexed and clenched around solid flesh. His semen erupted from his shaft, pulsing over the pumping hand of the Adonis and spurting across the bedding. As Breck started to spiral down from his climax, the Adonis roared. The strong white teeth bit down on his defenceless neck as the cock buried inside him swelled and jerked. Breck moaned softly as he felt his inner walls branded with the Adonis' hot come. He was held tightly as the bigger man rode out his pleasure, suckling at the bite mark on his neck. Breck shuddered as if in the throes of a secondary orgasm with every pulse of the Adonis's seed that took possession of his body. Slowly he was lowered to the bed, the bigger man curling around him as they panted harshly, recovering from their orgasms. The sensation of the Adonis' flesh slipping from his body left Breck feeling empty and the bigger man moving away from him had him both cold and bereft. He cried out a wordless denial, trying to pull the dark man back to him. Soft lips pressed over his and he kissed hungrily, needily until force to part to breathe. "I love you," he panted. "I love you." "I love you, too. Now give me two minutes." Breck lay back on the bed, trying to calm his breathing. His eyes went eagerly to the door as he heard the other man return. He carried a tray on which sat a half bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses. A towel was draped over his arm. The smile he offered Breck was soft and loving and the red-head returned it letting everything he felt show in his eyes. The tray was set on the bedside locker and the Adonis straddled Breck's supine form. Tenderly the bigger man wiped over Breck's chest and groin with a warmed washcloth and then ran the towel over him. Breck gave a soft sigh of contentment and pulled the Adonis down. This time the kiss was slow and loving, their tongues twining with long-practised ease. Breck smiled as the bigger man pulled back to pour two flutes of the champagne. Breck wriggled into a seated position and accepted a glass of the chilled, bubbling drink. "To us, my love," the Adonis smiled. "Happy anniversary, Breck. Here's to many more years of married life." "Happy anniversary, Greg," Breck replied. He tapped his glass against Greg's and both men took several sips. "So, how was the 'picked up by a stranger for an anonymous afternoon of hot sex' fantasy?" Greg asked in a sing-song voice that made Breck snicker. "Better than I expected, but to be truthful, I think that was because you weren't anonymous and I knew I was safe. It was probably seeing you act out of character and use that really sexy false Greek accent. There's no way that in real life I'd just walk off with someone I didn't know and not use a condom no matter how attractive they were." "Glad you liked it, pretty," Greg said in his feigned accent before laughing softly. "You have no idea how difficult it was not to use one of our usual pet names or terms of affection and keep up that damned accent, lover," he groused affectionately. "You should have seen the looks you got when you arrived at the beach. You were so hot I thought I was going to see people combust. And the jealous looks I got, it felt incredible walking away with you. It's your fantasy tomorrow," Breck said, looking shyly at his mate. "Have you decided on anything?" "Oh yeah," Greg growled. "I'm going to make love with you when we wake up. Parade around with you so everyone can see you're mine. We're going back to the beach and we'll put some distance between us, the beach and any swimmers." He leant closer and dropped his voice to a dark, sensual slide of sound in Breck's ear. "Then I'm going to push your swimming brief s down far enough to be inside you and have you fall apart in my arms within sight of the beach. I found the perfect shelf of rock that will keep us easily hidden from view but keep the beach in sight for us." Breck moaned softly. His sated sex no longer felt so sated. The erotic vision sent pleasurable shocks that caused him to twitch and jerk. A knowing hand began a barely there stroke. "I think you like that idea," Greg husked. "Once I've finished with you there we're coming back here," Greg added decisively. "Then I'm going to tie you to the bed, get you hard, snap on a cock-ring and ride you until you beg nicely enough to be allowed to come." "I thought you didn't have any fantasies," Breck rasped, his shaft stirring in response to the gentle stimulation of his lover's hand and the image in his mind. "What can I say," Greg murmured. "You're inspirational. You're also insatiable," he smirked as the cock in his hand tried valiantly to refill once more. Let's see if I can't get this fully erect." He took a mouthful of the champagne and proceeded to go down on Breck's sensitised shaft. He gave a mental grin as he held down bucking hips, relishing the impassioned cry from the red-head. Today was for his beautiful husband and tomorrow... Tomorrow was a whole new fantasy. Adonis Aquired I do not know why I did it. It just seemed to happen, like I was floating under some spell. One moment I was chatting with my girlfriends and the next he was next to me, leaning across the bar to pick up his drink. I met his crystal blue eyes, he smiled at me and now... Now we were at his apartment, this man I had just met, in his bed, his fingertips gliding lightly over my nipples, his hands firmly grasping my breasts. I gasped as his lips touched me there, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He squeezed my breasts more tightly, bunching them together so that he could flick his tongue back and forth between them. I held him tightly, pushing his head into my bosom. I reveled in the feel of his hot, naked body against mine and breathed in deep, ragged breaths. My Adonis left my breasts, trailing his tongue down my cleavage, to my stomach and gently licked my bellybutton. He continued further, grazing my sparse bush, then kissed my clitoris. The touch was electric and I bucked my hips against his face. He stroked my hips and thighs, smoothly spreading my legs to gain better access to my treasure spot. His tongue rasped against my pussy lips, spreading them, arching between them, hitting my opening. I inhaled sharply at the intensity of the contact. Oh, yes, he dragged his tongue slowly upwards, meeting again my clitoris. He sucked it slowly, agonizingly, into his mouth then circled his tongue around and around my tiny bud. Noises were starting to escape my lips. My hands pressed down hard on the bed, helping my hips lift against his mouth. He started chewing my pussy, slowly at first, then plunging in like a banshee. My madman started going at me like a person starved and I started screaming. The pleasure was too much, too intense. I was breathing to fast, chest heaving upwards, crotch bucking wildly as he feasted on my sex. I let out a scream as first one finger, then two invaded my vagina. He pushed them in slowly, while eating rapidly. The contrast in speed was nudging me closer, closer to the edge. He grasped upwards with his fingers, ticking my insides, making me twitch and convulse. I grabbed his shoulders, pressing him onto me. Then I let out a rushed 'Oh my God!' as another finger quickly pushed against, then popped into, my anus. "Shit, shit, shit," I yelled, then squealed and lost all my breath as a shocking orgasm tore through my body. I froze, still and tight as I fought to take a breath. My body was paralyzed with pleasure for long, eternal seconds, until finally air came rushing into my lungs along with intense pleasure. I agonized as tremors rushed up and down my body and suddenly all my muscles lost control. I jerked and bucked and screamed as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through me. My legs flopped, my arms flapped, my throat screamed as he continued to assault my anus with one finger, my pussy with two and my clit with his lips and tongue. He kept the pressure on and I felt myself losing it. Each trembler of orgasm took more out of me. Pleasure so high it hurt. I tried to push his head away, he resisted, forcing me to cum again. I screamed, losing my breath once more as my body rose off the bed into his face. "Oh, God, oh God, oh God," was all I said before descending into a hazy fog of wracking, continual, unbearable pleasure. Then he was done, mouth and fingers withdrew from my pussy, causing me to gasp at the sudden withdrawal. He blew gently on me, making my cunt twitch and shiver with each cool breath. As my orgasms subsided, he gently stroked my mound, straightening out my hair, then placing a tender hand on my vulva. I closed my eyes and relaxed, trying to catch my breath. He came up beside me and softly stroked my hair. He kissed my forehead, then one closed eye, my nose, my cheeks and chin. He stroked the side of my face with his fingers and nibbled my ear. I felt him sit up slightly and opened my eyes to see his marvelous blue ones gazing tenderly down at me. His sandy hair was in a slight disarray, a few locks falling across his face. I reached up and stroked his hair back in place so that I could see more of his ruggedly handsome features, that round brow and strong chin, especially his wonderful lips that recently sent me to new heights of ecstasy. I slid my hands behind his head and pulled him close to me, to kiss me. Warm lips touched mine and hungrily I opened my mouth wide and consumed his. His tongue probed mine and we tussled madly with our mouths, fighting to taste more of each other. He hugged me to him and I wrapped my arms around his back. We fought to press closer to each other than was possible and rolled back and forth around the bed until finally I was on top of him. I broke the kiss and sat up, staring into his handsome face, marveling at the yearning I saw there. My bum pressed against his rigid penis and I rocked back and forth against it, enjoying the feel of that meat against the crack of my ass. I rose up a little and moved back, bringing that lovely rod in front of me, between my legs. I moved my body slowly to rock it against my pussy lips. His mouth parted as he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. I rested my hands against his tight, muscled chest and rubbed his cock with my pussy again. I slid my hands downward across is six-pack, causing his stomach to ripple and reached his manhood. I wanted it in me so bad, but I needed to touch it, to hold it, just as badly. My right hand touched his girth and surrounded it, my fingers not quite able to wrap around its hugeness. I put my left hand around it as well, on top of my right hand, and hugged his penis to my pussy and my stomach. I rubbed my hands up then down its hard yet silky length. He sucked in a breath again, his penis twitched, and I felt him move slightly below me. It was time. His hands were on my waist as I raised up to place that marvelous tool within me. His massive head parted my pussy lips as I sat slowly on him. I pressed down and felt his tip glide into my overly wet vagina. I paused and let out a breath. I pulled up slightly, then inhaled as I lowered myself again, letting him deeper in. Oh, God how he spread me open as I settled downward. My cunt stretched and his thick head pressed against my insides, touching sensitive nerves and making me gasp. I rose up quickly, closed my eyes tightly and took another breath. His hands stroked my waist, sometimes reaching back to touch my bum. I moved down again, ready for the stretching, the pleasure, the delight of his rod moving within me. I bit my lower lip as I vowed to take it all this time and let myself fall onto him. My God! Stars burst before my eyes as his penis rushed into me. I settled squarely on his crotch, let out an "ugh' of pain and pleasure, then sat there with my handsome god nestled to the hilt inside me. I felt his penis against every wall of my love tunnel, felt his head pressing against my cervix, nudging something aside, causing me to grit my teeth and tense my body to keep from cumming again too fast. "Oh, geez," I said, and leaned forward against him. My breasts compressed onto his chest, tingling from the contact. He moved his hands up to stroke my back and kissed my mouth again. One hand moved behind my head and kept me pressed to that handsome face. Then he started to move. He arched his hips and slid his penis deep inside me. He pulled back slowly and I felt my muscles clinging to his cock, trying to keep it inside, but having it slide out none the less and causing my pussy to jump and spasm at the retreat. He pushed back in and I gasped again. He kissed me through my gasp, taking my breath on his face and enjoying it. His withdrawal was faster this time, as was his reentry. He built up momentum, torturing my pussy until he was moving in and out of me like a blur and I was screaming constantly. He held me tight, not letting me up as I felt another orgasm coming. I bucked my hips against his thrusts, trying to make it reach faster, trying to increase a pleasure that was already too much. Yet I wanted more. He pumped faster, moving like a well oiled machine. I strained against him, letting out high pitched sounds as my hips slapped against him. It was coming. The pleasure was rising to a peak. The unbearable crescendo was approaching, stroke by rapid stroke. I bucked back on him, whipping my hips in time to his thrusts. I grabbed him tightly, buried my head in his shoulder and it hit me! I let out a scream into his flesh then bit his shoulder as I smashed my hips hard against him one final time. He slammed his dick hard into me, his public hair crushed against my clitoris and my world exploded into red and yellow stars. Something gushed in me, his sperm rushing forward, and I was suddenly wet all over, inside and out. The liquid drenched me, coating my insides and making me spasm harder. More juice squirted in me, hitting my back wall, making me scream, making me hurt, making me want more, more, more and getting too, too much as my body bounced against his, spending its energy, taking his, and shuddering again and again with each release. I couldn't get enough of him. I pressed myself to him, felt his sweat coat my breasts and my chest. I moaned into his neck, finishing my orgasm and hearing for the first time in a while his ragged breath, his crying gasps. I collapsed on him, feeling his dick deep inside me, wanting it to stay there forever. We lay there a few minutes, catching our breaths, holding each other. Then he rolled me over and my prize slipped out of me, causing me to spasm again and let out a tiny squeal at the pain/pleasure of its escape. He lay beside me, our juices trailing from his penis, and gently stroked my body. He paid rapt attention to my breasts, touching and holding and feeling them, molding them to his hands. He touched my stomach and my hips, my thighs. A strong hand roamed my body, giving me tingles everywhere it touched. I reached for his penis, softer now, but still semi hard. It felt exotic, strange yet familiar, in my hold. His face scrunched up as I touched it, still sensitive from our sex. I lightly moved my hand along it, marveling at my prize. It was wet, wet from my insides, and my hand slid smoothly along its flaccidness. I sat up, anxious to take it into my mouth, to taste him, to taste us, together. To make him hard again, to pull him on top of me. I wanted him in me again, to take control of me, to pound my pussy again, to make me scream again, to give me more of him. I rolled him over and took him into my mouth. My night was just beginning. Adonis Ch. 02 "Again, you never quite answered my question. Why didn't you tell me?" Daphne looked up into his eyes, knowing she shouldn't hide anything from him, she decided to tell him the truth. "Honestly." "Always." Mark gently touched her cheek. "I was terrified that you were going to get mad and leave me." She shook her head. "I figured if I did the leaving it wouldn't hurt so badly." "Well, now you know where I stand...and I'm not leaving." He said it so she would believe it. She grinned as he kept cleaning up. He had started to say something else but for Daphne stopped paying attention and stared off into space. Mark finished the kitchen and cut off the fan above the stove. Only when she looked up she noticed that he was talking to her. "-okay?" he asked throwing a towel over his shoulder. "I'm sorry baby, what did you say?" He smiled at her wondering where her mind was. "I asked you if your parents knew about the baby." "My mother took me to get tested, my father threw a party when we got the results...I think they're okay with it." She smiled. "What time is it?" Looking at his watch, Mark replied, "11:30." "Shit." She stared at the clock. "I told Mina I'd meet her for lunch." "How is she?" "Good but today is the day she finds out I'm pregnant." "Have fun with that one. You know, I've been meaning to ask you why you moved out." "I moved because I told my mom I needed to learn to support myself." She stood up and stretched. "Although I have a nice little trust fund, I needed to do things for myself." "You're doing a fabulous job." He smiled at her. "Eating healthy, taking vitamins, getting regular exercise...now..." he gave her a wink and she laughed out loud. "Yeah, you're my own private instructor." Daphne walked towards the bedroom, she was going to lay out her clothes for the day. She made her way into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Setting it at the right temperature, she switched from the sheet to a towel. Her hair was falling down her shoulders and she tied it up quickly. The room was filled with steam and the scent of vanilla. Mark could smell it in the kitchen and he became rock hard. He knew what was going on in the bathroom. He was standing in the steamy bathroom in less than a minute. His shirt was off and his pants were next. Daphne wasn't even in the shower yet and she looked at the raging erection he was sporting. She cocked her eyebrow simultaneously letting the towel drop from her body. Mark kicked his pants off and strolled towards her. Before he could enter the shower with her she stopped him. "You have to wait." She entered the shower. She kept the door open, then took her pink mesh sponge and dripped a little shower gel on it. The suds started to roll down her arm and she put the sponge to her body. Mark stood on the outside of the open shower door and watched as her body was covered in suds. She started by tilting her head back, squeezing the sponge so soapy water hit her throat and trailed down her breasts to the apex of her thighs. It looked so erotic. The white suds against her caramel skin turned him on to no end. She slowly circled each breast with the sponge making soft little mewling noises as she did it. He gripped his cock with his right hand. Daphne pushed the sponge a little lower down her body until she came to the juncture between her thighs. She stopped momentarily making sure Mark was watching her, then, slowly and deliberately she pushed the sponge between her thighs and let out a soft moan. Mark couldn't stand it anymore, with that last move he had both hands on his cock, and the moan sent him over. He rushed into the shower closing the door behind him. Knocking the sponge out of her hand he pushed her up against the wall, grabbed her ass cheeks and wrapped her legs around his waist. He watched as the water pooled in between their bodies then seep down the sides of their legs. Daphne pulled the clamp from her hair releasing the curls that covered her face, shoulders and back. Mark reached up to pull a handful of hair back at the same time he entered her warm body. She clawed at his back, kicking the shower wall on accident. "Ouch." She said through a giggle. "Foot okay?" he asked. "Yeah, please fuck me!" she clawed at his back then kissed him deeply as he pulled out and pushed back in. He wanted to take her hard, but didn't want to hurt her. He held onto her hips in order to prevent himself from plunging any deeper. Daphne managed to raise her legs higher and that caused Mark to bottom out in her sweet pussy. "Oh fuck." Mark moaned into her neck. "I want to feel you everywhere, baby fill me up." Daphne whimpered and felt a coil tightening in her belly. "Your pussy feels so good...so hot...wrapped around me...oh God!" Mark kept pushing deeper and deeper into her. "Mark, I'm very close...your cock...I'm going to cum...cum with me baby!" Daphne arched her back and felt her pussy start the first spasms of her climax. Mark passionately fucked her through both of their orgasms. When the tremors subsided Mark released Daphne and let her feet touch the shower floor. They washed each others bodies and decided it was time to get dressed. ********** "Hey girl, I'm over here." Mina waved towards Daphne. Daphne decided to meet Mina at Justine's, a small café in the center of town. Mina and Daphne ate there frequently. Daphne sat her bag on the floor as she sat down. "Hey Mina, how are you?" "Um, I need to ask you that question...I haven't seen hide nor hair of you in almost two months!" Daphne sat back in her chair placing her hands on the table. "Sorry Mina, there's just been some stuff going on." The waiter came to take their drink orders. "Like?" Mina sat back in her chair with a not so friendly look no her face. "Well, I told you about dinner with Marks parents, right?" "Yes." "Well, I found out he wanted to marry me." "Wait." She sat forward. "He proposed to you...what did you say?" The waiter came back with their drinks. Daphne drank water, while Mina sipped from her martini. "I didn't give him an answer." Mina grabbed her hand and looked at the ring. "This doesn't look like an unanswered question to me..." Mina's southern inflection was showing. "My Gawd it's beautiful!" "I just recently gave him an answer...because he found out that uh..." "Uh...what?" Mina another sip. "What did you do Daph?" "Mina...I'm pregnant." Daphne whispered. Mina damned nearly fell out of her chair trying to stand up. Both hands were on her hips when she replied. "Daphne Marie Landry, what the hell happened to usin' a condom?" Daphne pulled her irate friend back to her chair. "FYI, did use them...on the night at his parents, we didn't." Daphne looked around at all the glares they were getting. "Why the fuck not?" "It just happened and neither of us really mentioned it...you know, heat of the moment kind of stuff." "If you weren't pregnant right now I'd throw my shoe at you..." Mina crossed her arms. "Mina, don't do this to me." Daphne pleaded. "How does he feel about it?" Mina questioned making Daphne point to the ring. That answer was obvious. "How do you feel about it?" Mina took another sip of the martini. "I didn't think I could handle it...but I'm getting there...slowly." "Your parents?" "They know and are okay with it." "His parents?" "On the to-do list..." "Shit, let me know how that one goes." Mina looked up at the waiter as she dropped off their meals. ********** Mark drove them towards his house. The tension was thick. He didn't know what his parents would think and he really didn't care. He just wanted to get in, tell them, and let them go to hell and leave. When they stopped Herald was waiting to open the door for Daphne. "Hello Miss Daphne." He smiled and kissed her hand. "Hello Herald, how have you been?" "I've been doing well." He looked at her hand and noticed the ring. "I believe congratulations are in order." He smiled wide and looked at Mark. "We're also expecting." Mark touched Daphne's belly. Herald gave Mark a huge then kissed Daphne on her cheek. "Will you be staying for lunch?" Herald asked. "Maybe." Mark replied. "Is there anything special you would like Miss Daphne?" he stood up straight. "Herald, I would really like a chicken Caesar salad." She smiled. "Could I get one?" she looked at Mark. "Absolutely, anything for an expecting bride." "I'll take one too." Mark said taking Daphne by the hand. He walked her around to the side of the house which led into the backyard. "This way we are more likely to run into one of them, not both of them." "That still doesn't change the fact that they don't like me." Her smile faded and she gripped his hand harder. They walked up a few steps and towards a gate. Then they made their way into the backyard, towards the white gazebo next to the pool. Daphne sat down and watched as Mark walked towards the house. She became uneasy and sat there quietly. "Why are you here?" a voice from behind her startled her and made her stand. Viviane stood in front of her, in all of her hostile glory. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her big sun hat covered her obvious angry expression. "I asked you a question." She asked a little louder this time. Daphne looked towards the house in hopes of seeing Mark coming to save her. He wasn't there. "Um...I'm here with Mark." Daphne responded quietly. She held both hands behind her back and hoped his mother wouldn't notice the maternity shirt she was wearing. "You're wearing and interesting outfit." Shit Viviane took in her appearance. She was wearing a white Emma top maternity shirt and black Capri's. She stopped wearing the heels, just to save her back later, and was wearing black sandals. Daphne became increasingly uncomfortable and backed up a little. "You should leave this instance." Viviane sat down at the gazebo. Daphne turned to leave when Herald showed up with the salads. "What are you doing Herald?" Viviane fumed. "I brought Miss Daphne lunch. She needs energy for the baby." "For the what?" Viviane stared at Daphne. Daphne started to stammer and back away from them. She ran into a large chest and didn't want to turn around. She knew it wasn't Mark, so it could only be one other person. "Jonas, this girl is pregnant!" Viviane yelled. Just then, Mark came running from the house. "Daphne!" he yelled and she turned towards him, with a look of horror on her face. "Oh dear." Herald set the plates down and looked at them all. "Apparently, I've let the cat out of the bag." Mark came up to stand in between Jonas and Daphne. "Mark, is it true this girl is pregnant?" Jonas asked crossing his arms. "Yes, she's having my child." "How do you know the child is yours?" Viviane spit her venom towards Daphne. Daphne wasn't feeling so well. She slowly backed up causing a concerned look from Herald. "Miss Daphne, are you okay?" Everyone turned and looked at her, which made her even more upset. She began to feel nauseous, she wasn't standing straight, and she knew she had to leave. Mark reached his hand out to her but she couldn't grab it because her vision went blurry from the tears. She turned then ran towards the front of the house. Mark went after her as a consequence, Jonas went after Mark. Jonas managed to stop Mark before he could reach Daphne and Daphne then reached the gate. "What in the hell were you thinking getting that girl pregnant!" he yelled at his son. "Leave me alone dad!" He pulled his arm free but Jonas grabbed him again. "Daphne!" he yelled towards her. She turned towards his voice, but tripped over the first step causing her to fall. ********** Daphne woke up to the sounds of beeping and doctors whispering. She opened her eyes and felt sore all over. She tried to turn her head and it was in a neck brace. Her eyes immediately watered up and she found herself sobbing. Mark suddenly came into her view and he wiped the tears away. "Daphne, baby...its okay." He kissed hand. "Why can't I move my neck?" she cried. "The doctors just had you in that until you woke up." Mark kissed each one of her fingers. Another reality hit her hard. She fell down the stairs, what happened to the baby. "Did we loose the baby?" "No, the baby is fine." He smiled. "It was only a few steps and the only injuries to you are a few cuts and bruises, your back is fine. They checked for any fractures, you're just going to be a little sore in the morning." Mark pressed the button next to her bed and the doctor came in. "Your sandals broke though, I got you another pair." Daphne managed to laugh a little. "Miss Landry, how are you feeling?" he asked. "Better now." She responded. The doctor took the neck brace off and had her sit up. "I suggest you don't do anymore extreme stair Olympics...but you are going to be fine, so is the baby. Although we will have to monitor you from now on, there is a chance of premature delivery." After the doctor did his thing Mark was left alone with Daphne. He took the time to rub her back and he gave her the medication when she needed it. Time passed and when the nurse came in to tell Mark that visiting hours were over he opted to stay, no matter what rules he was breaking. They gave him a pillow and a blanket and left the two of them alone. "So, what you said about your mother...is it true?" Daphne asked sipping her water. "Yeah...my real mom was replaced by something younger and firmer." He sneered and picked up a bottle of lotion. He walked over to Daphne then proceeded to take off each of her socks. As they continued talking he massaged her feet. "How did you find out?" Daphne wiggled her toes making Mark laughed. "Herald told me when I was 16." "Did they say anything else about the baby?" she asked closing her eyes momentarily enjoying the sensation from her right foot. "Viviane still doesn't like the fact that you are pregnant, but we'll forgive that bitch for her comments." Daphne laughed as he tickled the arch of her foot. "My father...well he left when the ambulance got there." "You don't know where he is?" Daphne asked. "No, I'm assuming he's with someone somewhere...drinking himself into a coma..." "Holy shit!" Daphne sat up quickly and winced. "My parents!" she searched for her cell. "Don't worry. I called them. They were here earlier when you were still asleep." Mark kissed each of her toes then moved up her body to kiss her lips. She moaned wrapping her arms around his neck. "We can't." Mark said reluctantly pulling Daphne's arms from around his neck. "Why can't we?" she pouted giving him a seductive little smile. "I don't want to do anything to hurt you baby." Mark sat back and took his place in the seat next to the bed. "Mark, if you can't make love to me now, could you at least lie next to me and hold me?" she asked. Mark smiled and took off his jacket. He crawled in next to her and cradled her in his arms. When she finally fell asleep Mark found himself crying. In one second he had almost lost his family. He decided then that whether his father knew what happened with them, he didn't care. All he wanted and needed was Daphne and their child. He felt Daphne stir and he looked down at her. She wiped away his tear from her cheek. "Mark, what's wrong?" she looked at him. His face was turning red. He didn't want her to see the pain he was in. "Nothing baby, go back to sleep." He brushed the hair from her face. "Mark, don't hide it from me, what's going on?" she lay against his chest then laid her leg across his. "I was just thinking that I almost lost my entire family today." He kissed the top of her head. "Everything is okay though." Daphne ran her hand across his chest. He looked down at her then smiled weakly. "I know, but at the time, when I saw you fall...I didn't know what to think. I swear if you weren't okay, I would've died." "I love you." Daphne kissed the side of his neck. "I love you too Daph." He shuddered. "But if you keep that up I'm going to fuck you right here." "That's what I'm counting on." She brought her hand across the bulge in his pants making him groan into her hair. "Daphne, we can't baby...we have to stop." He said pushing a hand into her top to massaging her breasts. His mind said one thing, but his body was speaking a different language. Daphne crawled on top of him after she unbuckled his pants. When she released his cock it stood straight up, bright red and dripping with pre-cum. Daphne moved her hospital gown over to the side and opted to take the whole damn thing off. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock holding her breath as he filled her completely. He grabbed her hips tentatively to raise her up. She pushed herself back down causing him to groan with his grip tightening. "Fuck!" he was trying to be gentle. He didn't want to hurt her. The way he was going he would be the next one in the hospital. Daphne pulled him up, wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes. They explored each others mouths with the same intensity and tenderness as when they first met. Mark heard Daphne start to wince and her body stiffened. "What's wrong?" he asked looking into her eyes. "I'm hurting you aren't I?" He tried to pull from her but she stopped him. "Baby, I'm so close, I just can't seem to go over." She let her head fall back and Mark smiled against her neck. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks with his hands and spread them apart which pushed him a little bit deeper. He held her still and pushed and pulled her body against his creating the right amount of friction on her clit. That friction was all that she needed. "Mark!" she screamed into his neck and shuddered against him. It didn't seem to be ending and he chuckled as she chocked the life out of his cock. When she came down from her high she realized that his cock was still rock hard inside of her. She rotated her hips and squeezed her pussy muscles intent on bringing him to a climax. "Baby..." he gritted his teeth lying back on the bed. "Yes?" she asked leaning down to lick his nipple. He put his hands under her thighs and picked her up. "Baby, I need to fuck you hard...can I please?" his lids were half closed and Daphne smiled wickedly. "Fuck me." She placed both of her hands on his chest and started to ride him. The faster and faster she rode him the more his balls drew up. She knew he was going to cum soon so she let him set the rhythm for what he needed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and fucked her with short deep thrusts. Daphne bit into his shoulder as her orgasm racked through her body. His cock jumped and exploded inside of her shooting hot cum against her cervix. "I love you Daphne." He groaned and lay back against the bed. Daphne lay against his chest and glanced over at the clock. "Baby, we better get up." "Why?" he rubbed her back. "The nurses will be coming soon." She licked his nipple and gave it a quick bite. "Oh shit!" Marks hips surged up and Daphne shuddered as his still semi hard cock rubbed against her tender walls. Daphne climbed off of him and lay down. He straightened his clothes and retrieved Daphne's gown. By the time the nurse came in they were both asleep. ********** Two days later Daphne was released from the hospital. Her doctor told her if she were to have any problems to come back immediately. Mark had his driver, Lewis, pull the car around. When Lewis opened the door Daphne carefully got in, followed by Mark. When they sat down Mark pulled Daphne close. His fingers found their way up her skirt. When he touched drenched panties he looked at Daphne with a smile on his face. "Damn hormones." She smiled, biting his bottom lip. He gently moved her panties over to the side, inserting a finger into her hot pussy. She moaned into his mouth and clung to his shirt. Adonis Ch. 02 "You're teasing me..." she pulled on his shoulder sending his fingers deeper. "Will you move in with me?" he kissed her neck. "What?" she asked. Clearly she was concentrating on the feeling of his fingers deep inside of her. "Move in with me." Mark twisted his wrist and her body shuddered with an oncoming orgasm. "Mark..." she moaned into his shoulder. "I have a wager for you...If I make you come so hard you squirt, you move in with me today..." "What?" Daphne didn't have a chance to think before Mark pulled her into a lying position. Her head was in his lap. He reached back up her skirt and inserted two fingers. "Fuck!" Daphne arched her back and felt Mark approaching her G-spot. His fingers moved so fast she gripped his knee and held on for dear life. Her body jerked and she felt a powerful orgasm pulse through her. She could feel her pussy getting drenched and Mark laughed in satisfaction. "So, you're moving in with me then." "What?" she asked falling into a light sleep. ********** Mark had a house in the middle of the city and it didn't have any stairs. Mark spent most mornings at work and Daphne was at home planning for the wedding. Her parents allowed them to have the wedding at their estate. It would filter out any unwanted guests, mainly Marks father and Viviane. They wanted a small ceremony, 100 guests or so. Mina was to be the maid of honor and Abe was going to be the best man. ********** "Daphne soon-to-be Addison, come over here and try on this dress!" Jeanette pushed the sales girl in her daughter's direction and handed her a long white gown. "Mom, I can't wear a white dress...obviously I'm not that virtuous. How about I wear a red dress?" Daphne pointed at the slight swell in her belly. "Hush and put it on." "My boobs aren't going to fit." "I remember when I first heard that." Mark came up to walk behind Jeanette. She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek then looked at the tux he was wearing. "I like it Mark...very good." Jeanette patted him on the back and they heard the sales girl gasp. "What is it?" Mark got ready to run forward. Jeanette stopped him as the girl came out. "It's gorgeous!" she smiled and held the curtain open for Daphne. Daphne walked out and looked at herself in the mirror. "Beautiful." Jeanette started to tear up. Mark was speechless. The gown had an empire waist. The bottom was chiffon and flowed when she walked. There was enough cleavage shown in the top to fit the diamond necklace that almost fell between her breasts. "Mom." Daphne turned around, she was crying. "Are you not happy with it?" Jeanette came forward. "I love it." Daphne looked at Mark. He came forward and kissed her passionately. "But the front is too long." Daphne broke the kiss and looked at her mom. "Honey...whenever you decide to get married you won't look like you do now..." Daphne looked at her. "When your belly keeps growing the dress won't get shorter." Daphne and Mark formed their mouths in an 'O' and proceeded to glare at the dress. Daphne started to yawn and Mark rubbed the back of her neck. "Are you alright?" he asked. "I'm good, just getting a little tired." "Then we better get you out of here." Mark guided her into the changing room and unzipped her dress. Jeanette opened the curtain and glared at the two of them. "Don't be long...I'm going far...far...away." She smiled and closed the curtain. Mark took the hint, but obviously Daphne didn't notice. Mark finished unzipping the dress and his pants. Before Daphne knew it she had stepped out of the dress and her hands were being placed on the wall. He was pulling down her panties and bra. "Mark, what are you doing?" she looked over her shoulder. "Shh...just wait." He opened her legs with his hands and guided a hand up to her pussy. She was already dripping wet and Mark groaned into her back. He positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed forward. "Holy shit." Daphne gasped and her legs started to shake. Upon entrance she climaxed and Mark smiled with manly satisfaction. "Have you always been this horny baby?" he nipped at her shoulder. "Yes..." she whispered to prevent herself from screaming her answer. "Your pussy is so hot...I'm going to cum." Marks body shuddered and spurted cum deep inside of her. He reached around her body and cupped her breasts. She was so sensitive that she came again, just from the touch. "Fuck baby, you're going to kill me..." she gasped and wriggled against him. Mark gently pulled out of her and fixed himself back up. "Stay right here." He walked out of the dressing room and smiled as the sales girl realized what just happened. A few minutes later he returned with tissue and wiped the evidence from in between her legs. Daphne finished getting dressed and she gathered the dress in her hands. She walked out of the room and almost tripped on the chiffon. Mark quickly grabbed her and took the dress from her. "No more falling." He gave her a quick kiss and handed the dress to the sales girl. ********** That night Mark had a surprise for Daphne. While her mother kept her busy with wedding plans Mark was busy at their home. He dropped rose petals from the front door and led them to the bathroom, where he ran a hot bath filled with the scent of vanilla. Candles lit the room and there was soft music playing. "Goodnight darling. I'll see you in the morning." Jeanette gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek and waited for her to exit the car. Obeying Marks wishes, Daphne didn't drive. Jeanette usually didn't either, but she wanted to today, to make sure that Daphne wouldn't make it home before Marks surprise was ready. Daphne climbed out of the car and Jeanette handed her purse to her. "Goodnight mom." She smiled and closed the door. When Daphne made it to the front door and unlocked it Jeanette drove away. Satisfied that her daughter was going to have a good night. Daphne walked in and the foyer was dark. "Mark?" she called out, she could hear something from upstairs, she slid out of her shoes and took a few steps forward. That's when she stepped on the rose petals. They were red and pink and white, she smiled widely and set her purse down on the floor. She locked the door and removed her coat. Mark could hear her coming up the stairs. Obviously she was moving slow, but she was on her way. "Mark?" she giggled. She followed the petals to the bathroom and saw Mark lying in the tub, waiting for her. "Hello Baby...and Baby." He smiled and held his hand out to her. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. "You are amazing, you know that?" she laughed. "Yes, I know...strip and get in." he flicked some water at her as she slowly pulled off her shirt. She still managed to get it off in one easy move. She shimmied out of her pants and walked towards the tub. Setting one foot in, she bumped into something hard. "Could you possibly move that out of the way..." she smiled. "I'll try." Mark held his hand up and helped her climb in. When she managed to lie back he wrapped his arms around her and sat them on her belly. "That feels good." She relaxed and laid her head back against his shoulder. "How was today?" he asked massaging her arms. "Fun...very fun, but tiring." "When do we get to know the sex?" he asked. "What about sex?" she pretended not to hear him, instead, she picked up the bath sponge and tossed it back over her head hitting him in the face. She could hear him gasp and start to laugh. "Evil woman." "Yeah, yeah, I know." she paused. When the bath was finished Mark carefully dried Daphne off and they got dressed for dinner. Mark wore a pair of comfy dark blue sweat pants and Daphne wore a light pink maternity shirt and comfy Capri pants. They made their way into the kitchen and Herald was finishing dinner. "Herald!" Daphne gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. "Hello Miss Daphne, how are you feeling?" "Very relaxed Herald, how are you?" "I'm doing well." He walked towards the dining room and Daphne followed him. There was a candlelit dinner waiting for them. Mark poured himself a glass of red wine and Herald poured Daphne a glass of grape juice. She laughed aloud at the adorable gesture. "Thank you Herald." "You're very welcome." Dinner was exquisite and Mark waited to give her dessert. Herald cleared the table and Mark guided Daphne to a room. "Close your eyes." He whispered. "What's going on now?" she giggled and walked forward slowly. Mark opened the bedroom door and flicked on the light. He pulled Daphne to the middle of the room and stood back against the door. "Okay baby, open your eyes." When she did she gasped at what she saw. It was a nursery, made out in white and tan colors. Perfect, no matter what sex the baby was. The wall behind the crib was covered with a mural. The theme consisted of every fairytale known to man. There were princes and princesses, fairytale beasts and mystical creatures. Daphne turned around and looked back at Mark. He was standing by the door, his face was turning red, and he wondered if she liked it. Daphne couldn't say anything; it was way too perfect...there was nothing to say! She walked back over to him and gave him a kiss. He gave her a hug and got down on his knees. He gave her belly a kiss. "She likes me." He stood up. "Sure HE does..." she giggled. "It's a girl, I know it." ********** The light peeked through the blinds and curtains. The birds were chirping and Daphne could hear water running. She slowly opened her eyes and stretched a little. She was starting to reflect on last night. She and Mark made love and they fell asleep in each others arms. Daphne rolled over expecting to find Mark with her, but there was a note. Daphne, Emergency involving my father. Had to go, didn't want to wake you. I will call you later. Love, Mark Daphne sat up quickly and became nauseous. She rushed to the bathroom and sat in front of the toilet for ten minutes. When she was certain she was okay she washed her face and went in search of the phone. She walked towards the kitchen and Herald was in there making breakfast. "Good morning Herald." She sat down at the table. "Good morning Miss Daphne, how are you feeling?" "Morning Sickness is bad...very bad..." she gave him a slight smile. "Have you heard from Mark?" "No I haven't, why?" he asked. "Mark told me there was some kind of emergency with his father." "Oh, no, he hasn't told me anything." He paused. "I thought I heard him leave this morning." Then the front door flew open. Herald and Daphne jumped at the sound and Mark walked into the kitchen. He looked like he hadn't slept in days and his clothes were wrinkled. "Baby, what happened?" Daphne got up and walked towards him. He held her at arms length and shook his head. "Honey, I stink, let me go take a shower." He walked away from her and Daphne just looked at Herald. "What's going on with him?" Daphne went after him. She followed him into the bathroom and he was sitting next to the tub. "What's wrong Mark?" she asked standing in front of him. "My father...he had a heart attack." He rubbed a hand through his hair. Daphne knelt down in front of him. "Are you okay?" she asked setting a hand on his knee. He looked up at her and shook his head. "Yes, I am." "What did the doctors say?" Daphne shook his knee. "They said it was mild...but they don't know if he's going to have brain damage." "Baby, I'm so sorry." Daphne tried to stand up but once she got down there, it was hard to get back up. "It's okay baby." He replied helping her to her feet. "How are you feeling?" "Unusually tired this morning, but okay." "Go lay down in bed, I'll bring breakfast to you." Daphne walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. As Mark left the room she wondered what she could do to make him feel better. ********** Later that morning Mark went to check in with Viviane and she was sitting on her balcony drinking coffee. "Hello Mark." She said, not even looking at him. "Hello." He stood behind her and watched for anything. "Do you want to go to the hospital with me?" "Yes, I think I'm ready." She stood up and Mark looked at her appearance. She looked like she had been crying and her usual platinum blonde hair was looking a little more dirty blonde. "You may want to go put on your face." He pointed towards the bathroom and she walked in. ********** Daphne made her way down the hospital corridor. Herald drove her to go see Jonas. She wasn't sure she should, but she wanted to...after all, he was her soon-to-be father. She gently knocked on the door and entered. Jonas was asleep for the moment, but then he heard he soft voice speaking to him. "Mr. Addison." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Hi, I...uh...just came by to see how you were doing." Herald stayed outside. Daphne set down a vase of flowers and sat down by the window. "Why are you here?" he said hoarsely. Daphne got up and went to get him water. "Look Mr. Addison...I know you don't approve of me, or this baby." She helped him drink some water. "But we are a part of this family and I don't think that our child should not know both of their grandparents." Daphne started to tear up and then grabbed a tissue. Then Daphne could hear a loud and annoying voice coming from the hallway. She knew it was Viviane; she had no way to get out. When the door flung open Viviane came in screaming. "What is this whore doing here?" she stood in Daphne's face and pointed a finger at her. Daphne cleared her throat and saw Mark walk in. "Daphne, what are you doing here?" he asked making her feel a little more than slightly overwhelmed. She closed her eyes and started concentrating on her breathing. Herald came in and said he brought her to see Jonas. "Jonas, did you know about this?" "No, I didn't Viviane, but she's actually been-." "Get the hell out!" Viviane yelled. Daphne leaned forward then pushed herself up from the seat and Mark stood in front of her. "Daphne, are you okay?" he asked and turned to Viviane. "Stop yelling at her, you're making her sick." "She's making me sick! Coming here talking to your father...she knows we don't like her." "Actually Vivi, you don't like her." Jonas interrupted. She stared at him and demanded an explanation. "She told me she wanted their child to know both grandparents...she came here, without fear...she still wanted to try." He looked at Daphne. "I respect that. Mark loves her and wants to marry her...so I respect that as well." Jonas sat up a little and suddenly there was a loud crash behind everyone. Mark turned around and Daphne was grabbing her stomach and leaning on the table. She had knocked off the vase of flowers. "Daph!" Mark yelled. "What's wrong?" "I was feeling a little light headed and nauseous." She looked down at the broken vase. "I'm so sorry Mr. Addison, I made a huge mess." She tried to kneel down but Mark stopped her. Herald rushed over and picked up the pieces. Jonas held out his hand to Daphne and she stood next to the bed. "It's okay little one." He smiled. "Mark, take your fiancée home and take care of her." "Dad, about that one day..." "You don't have to explain...I saw the way you looked at her when she fell. You love her, I'm happy you're marrying to such an incredible, intelligent, beautiful woman..." he kissed Daphne's hand and Viviane rushed up and smacked Daphne across the face. "You whore! You fucked him too didn't you?" Daphne held her cheek and Mark stood up to face Viviane. "Look you overbearing, badly tanned, bitch! She came here trying to be friendly and if you aren't going to treat her with respect then I will make sure your life is a living fucking hell! Don't you EVER put your hands on Daphne again! Do you hear me? Never again will I let your evil seep into the relationship I have with Daphne or my father for that matter, so you can just SHOVE IT!" Mark pushed her away and walked towards Daphne. Everyone just stood there with their mouths open. Mark picked up Daphne's purse and took her outside. "Baby, you alright?" he looked into her eyes. "I'm okay...just feeling a little sick. I'll be okay, go back in there." She turned him towards the door. Mark didn't go back in, but Herald walked out into the hall. "I'll take Viviane home if you want to leave with Miss Daphne." He offered and Mark shook his head in agreement. Daphne and Mark walked out and to his car. ********** Four months later... Bells chimed, a crowd cheered as a newlywed couple emerged from the white chapel. Mr. and Mrs. Addison were greeted by more than 100 guests, much to the chagrin of the caterer. Rice and doves flew through the air as the happy couple slowly made their way to the limo. Daphne had one more surprise for her new hubby though. When the driver opened the door to the limo a slew of pink balloons flew out. The biggest of them all said "Surprise it's a GIRL". Mark spun around to look at his blushing bride. She was smiling and shaking her head. He knew it would be a girl. As the door finally closed behind the couple Mark turned to Daphne. "So what are we going to name her?" "I was thinking Tessa Lynne." Mark mulled over the name and gently kissed his wife. "That name sounds beautiful to me." Adonis "I have to go." She walked out of the office; Professor Donaldson was talking to another professor at the end of the hall. Daphne walked in the other direction, Mark following close behind her. He stopped her before she could reach her car. "Daphne, please talk to me." He gently grabbed her arm. Daphne turned to face him, her brown hair falling around her face. "What?" she tried not to look into his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly rubbing her arms up and down slowly. "What was I supposed to do, show up on your doorstep pregnant? Say, 'Hey, I wanted you to know I'm having a little mixed baby and your son is the father'...your parent's despise me..." Mark pulled her into his body and crushed her mouth with his. She couldn't breathe and she pushed him back, she was only given enough time to get in one quick breath before his mouth was covering hers. She reacted as if she hadn't seen him in years. Her body gave in and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her right leg rose and wrapped around his waist. Mark pushed her back into her car and grabbed her breasts with both of his hands. "Take me home with you." He told her as he found her keys in her purse and unlocked the door. *** Mark had expected Daphne to take him back to her parent's house, but she had an apartment of her own. Once at her apartment Mark noticed all of her stuff was for the baby. New covers, a crib, still in the box, bags of diapers, a car seat, everything that a baby needed, accept a father. He frowned slightly as she placed her purse on the counter and went to get changed. He looked inside her fridge and thought he was at a supermarket. There were vegetables, fruits, and nuts everywhere. Not a bag of junk food in sight. He smiled knowing she was taking care of herself physically, just not emotionally. When she came back out she walked into the kitchen. When she saw Mark standing there looking in her fridge she started to blush. "Looks like you're eating well." He took in her appearance. She was in a baby blue tank top with pink track pants. When she brushed past him, he could feel her hardened nipples against his arm. She wasn't wearing a bra. She reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and an orange. Mark took the orange from her and started to peel it. "You never answered my question." He looked at her. "Which was?" she took a sip of water. "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" "I told you already." "No, you told me that you didn't want to go to my parents." He handed her the finished orange. "You could've told me." He walked closer to her. She could feel the heat within her rising. "Could you please back up for a second?" She pushed her hand against him. He gently touched it and looked down at her hand. "You're wearing the ring I gave you." He said kissing her hand. She realized she never took it off. "Mark, I'm so sorry." She shook her head. "I was going to tell you." "When? When you delivered her?" he started to get a little angry. He backed away from her and stared her down. "No, before then. Plus, it could be a boy." She touched her stomach. She wasn't even showing but she touched her tummy like she was eight months pregnant. Mark took the orange from her and placed it next to the water bottle on the counter. He couldn't stand to be upset at her, he completely understood why she didn't say anything. "What?" she asked as he took her hand and guided her towards the living room. He stood in front of her and gave her that look. The look that he would give her when he wanted to plunge into her body for hours on end. Her pussy flooded with juices. He carefully began to undress her. Each inch of skin he uncovered he covered with kisses. She bit her lip and shuddered as he knelt in front of her. He dipped a finger into her pussy and she quivered with the incredible sensation. She pulled him up her body and he quickly undressed. He sat back on the couch and she straddled him. Her heated core was right above his massive cock. "Are you sure?" he inquired pushing back a strand of her hair. Within two months her hair had grown at least a couple of inches. "Yesssss!" she replied as she sank down on his cock. He lifted her up and plunged back in her, seating her to the hilt. "Fuck you're beautiful." He held himself inside of her and licked the soft curve of her neck. "Mark, I'm sorry." She started to cry. Mark lifted her slowly and slammed her down on his cock. She started to shudder and she could feel herself about to come. "I love you." He said nibbling on her neck. Daphne scraped her nails across his back and panted. "I'm glad you're having my child." "I'm going to cum..." she bent down and sighed in his ear. He gripped her waist and felt her shudder around him. He gently kissed her and looked into her eyes. "Would you still want to marry me?" He asked. "Absolutely." He moved towards the end of the couch and stood up, still hard inside of her. The new position pushed his cock deeper into her warmth and they both groaned. Before he even got a chance to ask she answered. "Door on the left." She kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. He managed to stand up. His movements became faster as he made his way across the apartment, pushed open the door and headed straight to the bed. He laid her down and opened her legs. Circling her clit he dipped into her juices and brought it to his lips. The fire inside of her was burning beyond control; she needed to feel him back inside of her. "Please." She whimpered. "Please what?" he smiled kissing the inside of her thigh. "Please make love to me." She sat up on her elbows and watched him crawl up her body. He stopped just above her stomach and kissed the curve under her bellybutton. She giggled a little and as he finished his journey up her ebony body he entered her easily and she fell back on a moan. Mark held himself up with one hand while the other massages her breast. He noticed they were a little bit bigger, still firm as hell and sensitive. She moaned and tossed her head back and forth as he touched her sensitive globes. He brought his lips to the small bud and licked and sucked on it while moving his cock within her slowly. His balls were drawing up and he was very close, but he wanted her to cum again. "Baby, I want you to cum with me." She arched her back and moaned. Mark picked up the pace a little bit and Daphne ran her hand over his chest and tweaked his nipple. "Fffuuuuucccckkkk..." Mark's body jackknifed and he shot hot cum into her womb. When Daphne felt him cum she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. Mark rolled over to his side, spooning Daphne and they both fell asleep. *** The next morning Daphne woke up to the sounds of soft music and the blender running. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She wrapped the satin bed sheet around her body and made her way into the kitchen. "Good morning beautiful." Mark greeted her with a tall glass of fresh orange juice. "What are you in here doing?" she smiled and took a sip. "I've decided to make breakfast...how do you want your eggs?" he held an egg over the pan, ready to crack it open. "However you want to make it." She sat the glass down and went to the cabinet to grab her vitamins. She hopped on top of the counter and opened it. "What are you doing?" Mark asked almost dropping the spatula. "Getting my vitamins." He rushed to the cabinet and got them for her. "Here, let me get them." He paused to give her a kiss. "I don't want you doing anything to strain yourself." "Should've thought of that last night." She giggled and rubbed her hand against his erection. "Evil woman." He sighed and leaned into her body. Daphne sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and moaned. Mark pulled the cover from around her body and gently felt her mound. She moaned and ground her body against his hand. Mark was two seconds away from fucking her right on the counter when the smoke alarm went off. "Shit." He turned around and saw that the eggs were burning. He left Daphne and took the skillet from the stove. "So, when do you think we should tell your parents about the baby?" she asked covering herself back up. "I think we should tell them tomorrow." "I was afraid you were going to say that."