by Daya Daniels
The sound of his loud groans filled my ears while he slowed. A loud, tormented whimper escaped my throat and I was coming. Crying out and moaning, digging into his hard shoulder with my fingers.
Ty
Gritting my teeth, I watched Madison come undone underneath me, trying not to come myself. She was so fucking sexy. Her eyes were watered over and her pink lips went pouty while she hissed and gasped for breath, clenching around my cock that was dying to come right along with her. I growled, driving into her harder, feeling her tighten around me, until I was tunneling into a tight pool of wetness.
Madison whimpered underneath me while I slowed, gripping the headboard above her, driving into her pussy. She let out a loud moan and a gasp in surprise. More sweet mewls left her mouth when she was coming again. It was heaven watching her delicate features twist and contort in pleasure. It only fueled me to push deeper inside of her. Madison had all of me and now she would have the rest. I grunted and groaned, reveling in the feeling of her sweet pussy cocooning the length of my cock, squeezing and milking it. I throbbed deep inside of her, feeling my orgasm creep up through my balls, making my cock even harder. I stilled and let out a hoarse groan while my swollen cock jerked deep inside of Madison. Her pussy sucked everything I had out of me. I grunted with each powerful throb, dumping every ounce of cum in my balls into her pussy.
Madison looked at me with heavy lids, letting out soft whimpers while I continued to move slow against her. I pulled myself out, dropping my cock on her stomach, soaking her skin. Madison brushed her fingers over the head, rubbing her thumb over the small slit in the top of it. Her breathing evened out when she watched me, looking as exhausted as I felt. I rested next to Madison, running a hand through her hair, pulling her against my chest.
Everything about this woman was so different from any other woman I’d ever been with. I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted her. I wanted to take her to a baseball game and the movies. I wanted to know everything about her.
I looked down into Madison’s face while she stared off across the room. Her breasts rose and fell softly, almost in the same rhythm as mine. I took in the fluttering of her eyelids, signaling that sleep wasn’t far away.
I grabbed the remote from the nightstand, putting the window shades down. Madison’s head jerked towards me, meeting my smile.
“I should go, Ty,” she said in a serious tone.
I laughed. There was no way she was leaving.
I snuggled closer to her, running a finger over her shoulder. “It’s twelve in the afternoon. I want you to stay—take a nap. When you wake up, I’ll make you a panini.”
Madison smirked and turned away from me. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Because I like you and I know you like me.”
“How do you know I like you?”
I let out a soft laugh, lifting a brow in her direction. “Just now was a good indication.”
“I suppose it was,” she said softly. “This was a trap,” she said softly.
“Yes, it was.” I kissed her lips.
She smiled. “You bring all your women here?”
“No, Madison. I don’t bring anyone here. This is my place.”
“It’s nice,” she said with sleep in her soft voice.
When I looked down at her again, she was out. I didn’t know what Madison’s plans were for the rest of today—maybe even the rest of her life, but there was no way I wasn’t getting this pussy again.
Madison
It was twelve o’clock at night. I’d spent the last few hours staring at the ceiling and fielding kicks to my ribs from Kacey, as she slept next to me.
I took another long breath thinking about my afternoon tryst with Ty. We slept for a few hours after fucking the first time. When I awoke, he pulled me to the kitchen, showing me his shiny new panini press. We made turkey paninis, which we ate with potato chips on the side and soda pop. Then, he fucked me doggy-style, against his sleek Viking twelve-burner stove with that huge cock of his, I knew I couldn’t give up. I let out another long sigh, thinking about the encounter. I practically had to make a break for it by late afternoon to pick up Kacey from school and get home to do my usual chores.
Ty told me he takes Mondays off, despite the fact that he has an office job. I guess you can do that when you’re in charge. Mondays happen to also be the only day I have off from the car wash. It was all ironic.
I brushed my face against the rough material of the pillow I lay on, looking over Kacey’s sleeping face under the moonlight that crept through the windows. She’s so adorable and perfect but if I were honest, it would be nice not to have to share a bed with her every night, but this is what it was. I ran my fingers over her curly brown hair and touched the tip of her nose.
I liked Ty. He was attractive and kind. He was clearly wealthy and he wasn’t a dick about it, which surprised me the most. I just didn’t understand how I would fit into his world, even if I wanted to. I was losing a battle that I hadn’t even begun to fight.
We talked casually about his family and his school days at university. I kept the details about myself short and concise, not offering too much. I told Ty about my dad, leaving out the bit that I hadn’t spoken to him in ten years or my mother. It was a situation that I had no clue how to resolve, especially being in the predicament that I was in now, which was exactly as they predicted.
I was fifteen when I left home. I finished school early and then I ran off with Dominic. I was eighteen when we married and by then, I’d already had three kids. My parents told he that Dominic would ruin me and that my chances of ever having a professional dance career were over. My parents told me that Dominic would leave me and that I would amount to nothing.
I let out a long sigh, remembering every single word that Ray and Felicia said to me, back when I hated them so much. All I cared about was Dominic. He was my love. My life. My everything. I lived every single day for Dominic. Eventually, he broke my heart. The day I found out he was cheating on me, coupled with the first time he punched me in the face, shed light on the perfect picture of Dominic that was etched in my crazy brain. Still, I didn’t get away from him. We drifted apart and soon he left, which I had zero feelings about, except being left with the kids to raise on my own.
I was a broken girl with five children to raise on my own. I knew I was still that broken girl.
I missed my parents but I had no clue how to make it right. I always imagined myself crawling back to them, begging for their forgiveness because I’d become such a disappointment. My parents were right about everything...all of it.
Ty
It was eleven thirty in the morning and I was rock-hard, sitting behind my desk, staring out the window. I tapped off a few text messages to Madison with no response still, which only agitated me even more. I hadn’t heard from her in a week. I had no fucking idea where she lived or where she worked, except for the obvious place. Now, I wish I’d actually gone through her purse.
Tomorrow was Friday, so I knew that after the sun went down she would be at The Red Room, but the only place I really wanted her to be was in my room...in my bed.
It was snowing outside and was the perfect day to snuggle. I wanted to head out to the lake on the weekend, hopefully Madison included. I only had to find her to ask. I resisted the urge to send her one more text, realizing I was teetering on the edge of being in Stalkerville. I wanted to get her alone for a few days, hoping that maybe she would talk.
The piecemeal responses that she gave to all the personal questions I asked her were beginning to get under my skin. I was a nice guy but when I really wanted something, I could be aggressive and maybe even downright obnoxious.
Peering at the calendar across my desk, covered in Post-it notes and pins, my eyes scanned to Thanksgiving and Christmas. Both holidays weren’t too far away.
My mother and father always had their typical shindigs, inviting all their upper-crust friends over to the mansion, including Whitney and her family. I had n
o interest in being there, after being present at so many. I debated if maybe I could spend this Christmas doing something else...somewhere else.
I squeezed the stress ball in my hand and adjusted the massive hard-on under my suit pants for the fifteenth time. I wondered how I would make it through the rest of the afternoon like this, unless I jerked off.
The bell of the phone caused me to look up.
“Ty.” I yanked it up quickly.
“Mr. Westwood, there’s a woman here to see you. A Madison,” Gillian said softly. “I can tell her to come back.”
“No,” I said loudly, nearly shooting out of my seat. “Send her right in, please.”
“Oh ok-okay,” Gillian stuttered nervously, likely surprised by my demanding tone.
I groaned standing up, feeling my heart pounding with anticipation.
Madison
In the past five days, Ty had sent me twenty-three text messages and left me seven voicemails. I wasn’t sure if I should feel flattered or afraid.
I spent a few minutes before I got here, watching the girls do a practice ballet ensemble at The Philadelphia Dance Academy. I stopped there often. Watching them perform brought back so many memories and made me feel sad at the same time, but still, I couldn’t stop myself from going there.
I arrived to the seventh floor of his fancy office building that donned the named Westwood on it, which meant Ty’s family owned it. Now, I stood just outside the large double doors of his office, watching an old lady whisper into the telephone—no doubt speaking to Ty and announcing my arrival.
I picked up a magazine, flipping through it casually, attempting to relax myself but I was anything but relaxed. I was a nervous wreck but I wanted to see him. I didn’t work last weekend because Kacey was sick and Zita had to work, which of course put a serious dent in my earnings for the week. I knew Ty had gone there only to find another girl on the stage.
“Ms. ah.”
“Madison,” I said to the woman, standing. “Please call me Madison.”
“Okay, Madison. Please come this way.”
I adjusted my knit dress and stood, walking behind the woman.
“I’m Gillian,” she said looking over her shoulder.
“Nice to meet you.”
Gillian gestured to a small alcove where a leather loveseat and chairs were.
“There is a wet bar over there,” she pointed to a corner of the room. “Please help yourself. Mr. Westwood should be with you in a minute,” Gillian said, giving me a smile before she closed the double doors behind her.
“Mr. Westwood,” I said to myself, looking around.
The view from this place was incredible. It reminded me of the view from Ty’s apartment, only the view from here was of Independence Hall, instead of Rittenhouse Square. His office was filled with mahogany furnishings, grey carpet and accents of black and navy. It was all very masculine.
I walked over to look out of the large windows, pressing my hands against the cool glass. I spotted people below moving about their day, with no clue that I was watching them from high above. I spun around to take a look at Ty’s large desk that was littered with colorful files and scattered papers. There were no pictures on the surface of his desk. Only a red and blue Philadelphia Phillies flag and stress ball rested in a corner.
I touched the back of the large leather chair and inhaled the faint scent of Ty that I’d grown a little used to. It was a mixture of the crisp cologne he wore and the natural scent of his skin.
Smoothing the soft material of the dress I was wearing out, I listened to my breathing. If Ty wanted to see me so badly, I couldn’t understand why I was still waiting.
“Fancy water,” I muttered to myself when I grabbed a bottle of Perrier, cracking it open and pouring it into a glass. I took a long sip, feeling the bubbles against my tongue, walking back to take a seat on the opposite side of Ty’s desk.
The sound of a door closing and a click caused me to spin around. Ty sauntered towards me, dressed in a three-piece, navy-blue tailored suit. I allowed my gaze to reach his face, taking in his blinding smile. He slipped out of the suit jacket before he reached me, tossing it over a chair.
Then he stepped towards me slowly, jutting his chin out, towering over me. He was breathing heavily, looking me over.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said.
“I haven’t,” I breathed out, stepping back a little.
He stepped forward and I retreated again, until my ass hit the edge of his desk. Then he dipped his head low, putting his lips an inch away from mine, letting me look into his brown eyes. I blinked slowly, inhaling the delicious scent of the aftershave that lingered along his jawline. His recently cut hair was slicked back with mousse, and the platinum Rolex he wore when I first met him still adorned his thick wrist. He placed both of his hands on each side of me, caging me in.
“I’ve been a little busy.”
Ty inhaled loudly, knotting his brows. It was the first time I realized that he could be intimidating when he wanted to be. I guessed he didn’t keep this position by being nice all the time. It turned me on and frightened me a little.
“Explain, then,” he demanded.
I dropped my gaze and then jerked my chin out and smiled. Then I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He kissed me back hard, pushing his hips into mine, forcing a squeak from my throat. He ran his fingers through my hair, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I breathed him in, feeling his soft lips against mine. He settled between my legs, pushing into me, encouraging me to feel how hard he was.
“The door is locked, Mads, and the walls are soundproof.”
Frantically, I unbuttoned his vest and shirt, pressing my lips to his warm skin. He undid his belt and then pushed the soft material of my dress up to my waist, revealing the black fishnet stockings and garter belt I was wearing. He groaned, running his hands along the inside of my thighs, touching my bare pussy that was left that way just for him. I pushed his clothes off, watching the items fall to the floor. I dragged my fingers over his hard abs, before unbuckling his pants, taking his hard cock in my hands and then deep into my mouth.
He flinched and then let out a deep hiss, pushing his fingers into my hair.
Ty
The sight of Madison taking me deep into her throat, nearly caused me to explode. She hummed each time she ran her tongue over my flesh, forcing a very interesting vibration up the length of my cock. I ran my fingers through Madison’s long hair, watching her doing what most women found difficult. She took me deep into her wet mouth and into her throat, causing me to moan. Her small hand fisted over my slick skin, pumping it in the same rhythm as her mouth when she pleasured me.
When she moved faster, I whimpered. I fucking whimpered! This woman was turning me to mush. I let out a loud growl, pulling her up from the floor, pushing her against the desk. I yanked her skirt up to her waist. I was painfully hard, running my hands over the round globes of her ass. Unable to help myself, I flexed my fingers and delivered a hard slap to each cheek.
Madison yelped but she remained in place, purposely rubbing her thighs together, moving her plump ass from left to right while my eyes remained transfixed on her. I stung her sweet flesh again and she moaned. I was painfully engorged, running a hand over the curve of my cock. I dipped down to stare at Madison’s pink pussy that was already dripping with wetness. It seemed she wanted this just as badly as I did. I smacked her again, digging my fingers into her ass cheeks, hard. Then I did it again until the sweet flesh was nearly red. Madison let out a small sigh when I rubbed the head of my cock up the length of her slit and then pushed in, watching the tight flesh part when I entered her.
Madison moaned into the surface of the desk, placing her palms flat against it. I eased into her slowly, loving the feeling of her tightness surrounding every hard inch of my cock. I dipped a hand under Madison left knee, lifting it to rest on the surface of the desk, moving closer, allowing myself a perfect few of my cock plowing into her wetness. I moaned and his
sed, listening to the sweet sounds coming from Madison’s mouth. I leaned over to kiss her, nuzzling my face into her hair that smelled fresh like whatever shampoo she used. I backed away, continuing to move slowly, feeling my cock twitch, each time I moved in and out. This woman was beautiful and perfect...just for me. I backed away, stinging her ass cheek again with my hand.
A strained sigh left Madison’s mouth while her pussy clenched helplessly around me. She was going to come and soon. I spread her ass cheeks, running my finger along the crack of her ass. Madison seemed to be in her own world, making sweet sounds, clearly trying to prevent herself from coming. It amused me that I could drive her to the same crazy place she sent me. I massaged the tight pucker of her asshole while I beat into her pussy with my hips, picking up speed as her noises became louder. I pushed my thumb into the tight hole, pulling it back out again.
“I want you to be my girl, Mads,” I said kissing her cheek.
She shook her head from side to side, frantically. “I can’t.”
She let out a hoarse groan and slammed her hand down on the desk, breathing heavily. Her pussy clenched around me hard, allowing me to feel her coming. It was strong and powerful, coaxing moans even from my throat.
I fucked her harder, watching her long hair sway with the movement. The sound of my cock, plowing into her wetness filled the quiet office but only for a moment. I growled as my cock throbbed painfully deep inside of her and soon her pussy was overflowing with my cum.
I dropped my head, staring at the beautiful mess between us. I watched my cum slick Madison’s pussy and the insides of her thighs while she slumped in front of me. I pulled out slowly, squeezing her ass cheek again, smacking it. Then I pulled her against my chest. I settled in one of the chairs behind us, keeping her in my lap. She buried her face in my neck, draping her legs across mine while rejection settled in the pit of my stomach.