EroticReverie

Cecilia ..one week later

"Aww, this is SO sweet" Jen, my roomate gushes  as I heave the giant floral arrangement that was just delivered to my apartment door, onto the kitchen counter, next to the six others I've received. 

"It's is NOT sweet. It's creepy. He's being a creep." I say as I pluck the note with cursive script. "Cinnamon" written on the front. 

"Don't!" Jen yelps as she snatches the card I'm about rip into pieces like I've done all the others.

"Hear the man out!" She squeals as she opens it and I roll my eyes. 

The girl read far too many romance books, even after I told her what happened, the way he acted, she was still all about me giving my "Billionaire Beau" as she calls him, a second chance. 

"Oh..oh my." She says, fanning herself with the empty envelope and reading the car.

"Girl, you're gonna have to teach me your ways...this is hot." She says and I roll my eyes and snatch the card and look down. 

"Jesus christ." I exhale as I look at the vulgar words. 

"You're a masterpiece when you cum, Cecilia. I can't stop thinking of the way you showed me your cinnamon colored nipples, or the way they tasted in my mouth. I can't stop thinking of how sweet you sound when getting your cunt pumped full of my cum. If you want poetry, or love letters, I'll write them for you. But for now, I'm going to keep sending you nothing but honest thoughts. I'd do anything to have your body again, to try and count those cute freckles while I bounce you on my cock up against the wall, drilling into the best god damn pussy I've had in my life. You were right, I'm a rich asshole, removed from reality. I get what I want, I always have. Tell me how to get you Cecilia. Tell me what I can do to taste more of you. - Yours if you'll have me, Sugar." 

"Augh" I roll my eyes and slap the card down on the counter.

"How a man bacn be that old and still be so fucking clueless." I growl. 

Jen takes the note and smacks it against her chest as sighs.

"He's so in love with you." She gushes again and I lift a hand to my forehead and close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"no, no he is not. This isn't one of your books Jen. This man is gross." I say.

"But you said he's hot." She says and drops her hands from her chest. 

"He IS hot. Physically. That's it. " I say. 

"He said he'd write you poetry." She says and I shake my head. 

"How many words can he possibly rhyme with the word cunt?" I roll my eye and she laughs a little. 

"Blunt..runt..front...stunt..bunt" 

"Stop it" I say and swat her hand as she ticks off the words on her fingers.

"Oh come on, at least let him pay our rent or something." She says and I glare at her. 

She rolls her eyes. "Okay fiiiiine, no handsome hot sugar daddy, got it." 

"you keep forgettinghe's MARRIED" I say. 

"No I dont, but I keep remembering him say...what was it? That he likes to fuck, and his wife knows it? Who cares , if she's on board? Ride that man! Giddyup Cici!" She says and smacks my ass. 

"You're a fucking lunatic." I say and smack her hand from my ass. 

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The next morning.............

"Cici! You have a visitor!" Jen calls out as I get out of the shower.

I don't know why it doesn't cross my mind that it could be him. But it doesn't. I assume it's Jacob our next door neighbor, ready to gossip or tell me some drama about his life. The man liked to come over at least every other day and give me the tea. He is ALSO on board with the whole Sterling thing, because of course he would be. 

I walk out of my room in my white terrycloth robe with my hair up in a towel. I see Jen's eyesbrow waggle at me right before I turn the corner and step into the hall, and find Simon Sterling standing there with a bouquet of flowers. Much smaller than the others, but still massive, laying in his arm, a bunch of fall colored flowers with little accents, and...are those, cinnamon sticks in the bouquet? Jesus christ. 

I lift my eyes to him and cross my arms. He just smiles.

"Hello Cinnamon." He says and hold out the flowers to me as he walks over. 

"If I take those, Im bashing them over your head." I say. 

Jen gasps. "Cecilia! be nice!" 

I toss her a glare and she squeaks. 

"You're a traitor." I say and she shrugs and holds up a box of expensive pastries. 

"I'm weak! He brought desserts!" She says, and I swear he must have done his research on her somehow, because the girl cant turn down a good dessert. 

"WE're no longer friends." I tell her. 

She gasps. then she looks to Simon.

"She's been in a mood ever since you met. I think she misses the D." she says and I gape at her. 

"I'm going to suffocate you in your sleep. Whose side are you on!?" I yell. 

She holds up the box of desserts again. 

"The side that gets me fancy desserts and bribes me. I told you. I'm weak." She pouts. 

I roll my eyes. I look back to Simon and to the flowers. 

"You're making this apartment look like a funeral home. Stop sending flowers." I say.

"Alright, what would you like me to send instead?" He asks.

"nothing. Id like you to stop being a creep, and leave me alone." 

"don't give up on her, she's just stubborn" Jen says. I whip my head to her. 

"You are SERIOUSLY not helping, and I'm ACTUALLY getting mad at you right now, so stop it." I say and she frowns. But nods, then snatches one of the fancy desserts and turns. 

"I'll be in my room, NOT listening with my ear to the door." She says and I shake my head and then look back to Simon. 

"I like her." He smiles. 

"then maybe you should fuck HER." I say.

"Im not opposed to that idea!" I hear her yell and Simon chuckles and I roll my eyes at Jen's comment and then look at Simon.

"I'm not interested in her." 

"dang it" I hear Jen say loudly. 

He laughs again. 

"no offense." He says towards her door. 

"None taken!" She chimes. 

I shake my head and look back at him. 

"What do you want?" I ask. 

"You." he says and walks over to me. 

"You can't have me." I say and lift my chin. 

"But I need to have you." He says.

"Tough shit." I say and cross my arms. 

"I never even got to take you on a plane. I still want to you know, take you somewhere." He says and I grit my teeth.

"You can take YOURSELF , back home to your WIFE." I hiss. 

He licks his lips and drops the flowers and then moves over to me and I let out a little squeak as he back me against the wall. 

"My wife bores me." He says. 

My eyes widen. "Geeze, that's nice." 

"She knows she does, our marriage was out of convenience. She's not in love with me. I'm not in love with her. We never have been, never will be." 

"Why even be married to her then?" I ask, my brows pinching.

He shrugs. "Like I said. It was convenience. We both married for money, our grandparents had conditions in their will for our inheritances, that we'd only claim our fortunes if we were married. So that's what we did. We got married, got our money, and both made ourselves our own companies, and names for ourselves." He says and I huff a hard breath and look up at him. 

"You still treated me like a hooker." I say.

"To be fair, I thought you WERE a hooker. AND.." he says as I open my mouth to say something. "I've already apologized. Do you need me to apologize again or can we just move past that like adults?" He asks.

"Move past it? Move past you shoving money down my dress and telling me it was for my cunt?" I growl through my teeth.

"Yes, can we move past that?" he asks and I roll my eyes. 

"NO, I dont think we can." I say.

"What if I say I'm actually very sorry for making that mistake and I promise to never shove money into your dress or attempt to pay you for sex every again?" He asks. 

"You're not funny, the way you think this is all a joke, you think you're cute, that you're somehow charming by being so nonchalant, that you tried to pay me for sex." I say. 

"Is this a game to you?" I ask. 

He shakes his head.  "Not a game." 

"Sure feels like a game. You only want me because you can't have me. Because im telling you no. " I say and lift my chin again. 

"you seem to have forgotten...I've already had you. And it's because I had you, that I want more. A lot more. Often. In as many positions as I can get you, and in every hole i'm allowed." 

"Jesus, you're so bad at this" I say and he smirks and shrugs and then one hand drops and grabs my waist and he smiles when my breath hitches as I dont move or push his hand away. 

"Tell me you didnt enjoy that hot fuck we shared in that pantry." He smirks.

"You KNOW I enjoyed it." I hiss at him 

He smiles and then dips his head down and brings his mouth near my ear and his hand slips behind my lower back and pulls me closer.

"I'd really like to make you cum on my cock Cecilia." he whispers and I turn my head away from him. 

"I can't." I say. 

"why not Cinnamon?" He asks softly and kisses below my ear and down my neck and my eyelashes flutter.

"Because" I whine and whimper slightly as he keeps kissing my neck, his one hand still on the wall drops down and pulls at the waist of my robe, untying it. My pussy aching, because it remembers how good he felt inside of me. How hot that sex was. 

"Because why Cinnamon?" He whispers and then my robe falls open and I suck in a breath and he places his forehead gently to mine as he looks down.

"I'm going to put my hands on you. Tell me no, if your body doesnt miss my hands on it Cinnamon." He whispers and I whimper and see him smile slightly.

"Good girl" he whispers and I huff and his hands slip under my breasts and lift them and make them bulge as he gently pushes them up and together. 

"You have the most fantastic pair of tits Cecilia" he whispers. his thumbs gently rub over hard nipples, cicling them. 

"My pretty little Cinnamon girl, with her cinnamon eyes and hair, her pretty cinnamon freckles dusted all over her stunning face....and then there's these....these pretty soft brown nipples....do you know how much I've thought about you showing them to me? How many times I've replayed you in that tight black dress, dropping it down and showing me these?" He asks as he circles them and rubs the points and I whimper.

One hand drops as I just fucking pant, and it's just like that night in the closet, unable to say no, my body just as desperate for his attention now as it was then. 

"I'm not a hooker" I whimper and he hums as his hand slips down my side and then over my lower stomach, his hand turning and sliding down between my legs. A finger sliding between my pussy lips as my mouth parts.

"No , you're not....you're my precious Cinnamon" he whispers as he slides his finger over my clit. I suck in another breath, our eyes on each others and he smiles softly.

"Do you want my finger inside of you Cecilia?" He asks, nudging my nose with his. "Do you need me inside of you again?" He asks as he slides his finger down. Right inside of me. Slowly , so slowly, his finger dipping in, and he groans, dipping deeper, sliding all the way in, his middle finger buried inside of me. He pushes harder, the rest of his knuckles against my pussy and keeps them pressed there as his middle finger moves inside of me. Stroking my walls.

"God , you're so fucking smooth, you have the best fucking pussy Cecilia" He exhales and I whimper,my eyes on his and he grins softly. 

"That feel good baby? Or do you need another?" he asks as he starts to slowly pump his finger in and out of me. 

"Or do you need more than my fingers?" He asks. "Do you need my cock inside of you, hmm? Is that what my Cinnamon needs?" he asks and I whimper. God. I was being so stupid. 

"Tell me what you need, you know I'll give it to you baby, just say it, I want to hear you say it" He exhales. 

"I want you...to fuck me" I exhale and then whimper in shame. God, who was I? I was going to what? Be a married mans play thing? Apparently, because I don't stop him as he lifts me off the floor, my legs going around him. My mouth crashing to his and he groans as he carries me, my arms around his neck, down the hall and into my room.