by Amy Brent
Andrea moaned my name again as she came with me, showering my cock and balls with her hot juices. She collapsed on top of me and we lay there trying to catch our breath for a few minutes as the air around us grew hot.
The fire roared in the fireplace.
The little cabin was toasty warm.
We were covered with sweat and juice and cum.
Andrea opened her eyes and smiled.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” she asked, giving me a tired smile. “A midnight walk in the snow… getting lost… finding this cabin…”
“Maybe,” I said, shrugging with my eyebrows. “Would that make me a bad boy if I did?”
“No,” she said, smiling, eyes dreamy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. “That just makes you my Sammy.”
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Prologue
Over and over, Jessica called my name as I continued to pleasure her. The despair in her voice and the shivers in her legs told me she was close to an orgasm, but I wasn’t done yet. I had told her that once she was mine, we would have fun with her ass and I had meant it. For this to be the orgasm she compared every other to, as I wanted it to be, I would have to give her every ounce of pleasure her body could endure.
Pulling my lips away from her pussy for a moment, I looked up at her flushed face and ordered, “I want you to play with your nipples and don’t stop or close your legs until I tell you, okay?”
“Yes . . .” Jessica moaned in desperation and quickly clamped her fingers around her nipples. “Just keep going, please . . . I’m so close, Ben.”
A smirk curled up on my lips.
“Hush, baby,” I said as I pulled my index finger from her center and replaced it with the pinky of my other hand. I pumped the smaller finger inside her a few times to coat it in her juices and added, “Daddy will take care of you,”
Chapter 1 — Ben
My groans filled the room like a perfect echo of how good the blow job had been. The brunette who was currently licking my cock clean was young, wild and hot—my three favorite traits in a woman. In addition to that, she had a mouth built like a vacuum cleaner, and though that would normally be enough to remedy a stressful week, tonight I required something a bit more potent to relieve my tension.
Pressing my lips against hers in a passionate kiss, I slid my hands down her tits, ribs, and waist, until my fingers found the fleshy curve of her hips. Tightening my grip on her skin, I pulled her off me and tossed her backward into the mattress.
A gasp passed through her lips and, for a moment, I thought she might complain about my roughness. To my surprise and delight, she didn’t. In fact, she gave me a wicked smile as she propped herself on her elbows and brazenly parted her knees giving me an unobstructed view of her massive tits and shaved pussy.
My mouth watered at her brazen invitation. Although I couldn’t remember her name and knew I wouldn’t be able to recall her face tomorrow, her attitude would forever be engraved in my brain, and I wanted to make sure that once she left this hotel room, I would be branded in her mind as well.
With my eyes locked with hers, I crawled to the middle of the king size bed where she was waiting. Her chest rose and fell with anticipation and my cock pulsed in the same cadence. Once she was within reach, I grabbed one of her feet and brought her ankle to my lips.
She moaned and sighed and whispered my name as I kissed, licked and nibbled my way up her leg. The closer I got to her center, the louder the sounds became and soon they were reverberating through the walls like the sexiest soundtrack ever composed. Still holding her gaze, I pushed my tongue out of my mouth just enough to touch her folds.
The sweet taste of her juices was enticing and urged me to go faster than what I had originally planned. Before I knew it, I was eating her like a starving man at a feast. Her moans were loud, her hands fisted my hair and mine found their way to her center.
“Oh, shiiiit!” she cried as I pushed one and then two fingers inside her pussy.
As my fingers fucked their way in and out of her body, my mouth drifted upward to her clit. Another delighted cry exited her mouth as my lips and tongue started to circle and pleasure the little nub. She clawed at my back and begged me not to stop with a desperation that fueled my desire—and my cock—to an uncomfortable level. All I wanted at that moment was to feel her come in my mouth and then fill her, once more, with my pleasure.
When that sweet moment finally arrived, her cries filled the room, and her juices did the same to my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the exquisite victory of bringing a gorgeous woman to a second orgasm and the incredible anticipation of what was to come.
That precious moment, however, was tainted by the annoying ringing of my cell phone. With fire in my eyes, I turned my gaze to the nightstand where the offending noise was coming from.
“You need to get that?” my delicious bedmate asked in a raspy, sexy tone.
Her question made a sideways smirk form in my lips as I pulled my gaze from away from the stupid device and focused all of my attention on her.
“No, baby. It’s my motto that the only thing important enough to interrupt a good fuck is death,” I stated as I removed my fingers from her center and glided my hands across her soft, olive skin. Then, in a low and decided tone, I added, “Since we’re both very much alive, the only thing I need right now is you on all fours.”
A full on sexy smile curled on her lips as she quickly followed my command and got into position. Ignoring the annoying noise, I crawled across the huge bed and positioned myself behind her. The sight of her ass propped up in the air like that was so enticing I couldn’t help but touch her. Placing my open palms on the soft skin of her ass cheeks, I squeezed and opened them as I put the tip of my rock-hard cock at her opening.
I kneaded her flesh and moved my hips in baby pulses against her, spearing her with my shaft just a little bit more every time before pulling back out. She was so wet, and I was so caught in the moment that I only realized that my phone had stopped ringing when her moans started to sound unchallenged around me.
Then, she looked over her shoulder at me and begged, “C’mon, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”
My smirk doubled in size as I looked down at her golden eyes and slowly started pushing myself all the way inside. In a tone that was almost menacing, I asked, “Is that really what you want? For me to fuck you like I mean it?”
A spark shone in her eyes, and I knew I had made the right choice when I approached her at the hotel bar earlier that night. She was just as wild as I was, which told me that my already fun night was about to turn memorable.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want,” she replied in a sexy whisper as I pulled myself out of her.
As soon as those words were out of her mouth, I smiled, grabbed her by the hip and slammed into her with every ounce of desire and stamina I had. She moaned, but before the sound was completely out of her lips, I rose my hand and slapped her firm, round ass which turned the sound into a delicious groan.
Waiting at her entrance for just a second, I looked at her in search of any sort of objection but saw only an approving smirk. Propelled by that, I dug my fingers into her skin a little deeper and started a satisfying cycle of pounding and spanking until her ass was a lovely shade of pink and my body was wound so tight with an approaching orgasm I thought I would explode.
The build-up started growing, my heart started pounding, and the room was filled with the sexiest sounds known to men. Then, as I felt her tighten around and my cock pulse with the prelude of my orgasm, my damned phone started ringing again.
A loud groan bubbled up from my chest as I forced myself to zoom out the sound and focused only on the delicious sensation bursting through every nerve cell in my body. As she cried something t
hat vaguely resembled my name, I pulled out of her and stroke my cock until her ass was completely coated with my seed.
With my eyes closed, I tuned out the ringing phone, her loud cries and everything else until only the numbing pleasure pumping in my veins remained. The sensation was heavenly and exactly what I needed after a week packed with traveling and boring meetings.
Once my mind was clear and my feelings had returned, I opened my eyes to a silent room and my little brunette devil laying on her stomach with a sated smile on her lips and her golden eyes on me. “Mind getting me something to clean that mess up?” she asked in a playful tone.
“Actually, I do,” I said with a raised brow. “I think you should stay that way until you get home. Remember where I’ve been and what I’ve done.”
A soft chuckle bubbled up from her chest, and she lightly shook her head. “If you think I’ll need that to remember you by, you probably weren’t in the same fuck I was. It was memorable, and I’ll remember it forever.”
With my ego sufficiently boosted, I chuckled, gave her a kiss on the lips and got up to get her a wet washcloth from the bathroom.
“Are you going to be in town much longer?” she asked in a hopeful tone as I returned to the bedroom of my penthouse suite.
I pulled in a deep breath but tried to keep my smile as steady as possible as I approached her with the washcloth in hand. From the moment I started talking to her at that bar, I knew this conversation would happen. Regardless of age, color or profession, the common denominator of every woman I’ve ever bedded was that they always wanted more.
I, on the other hand, have never wanted more from anyone in my entire life. For forty-two years, I’ve been a happy bachelor and proud to never have had a long-term relationship with anyone other than my secretary. However, I’m not a jerk and telling girls—especially the ones who’ve given me a great time such as this one—that there’s no tomorrow for us and that she’ll be forgotten exactly two seconds after she walks out of my door still makes me feel like shit.
But that was an unnecessary evil. Although I still had over a week in NYC, my schedule was so damn full I had no time—or interest—to spend with someone who wasn’t in a position to further my family’s business—no matter how young, wild and hot they were. I was in this city to close deals and make money; that was it.
Just as I steeled myself for the unpleasant conversation ahead, my phone started ringing again. A look of disappointment flashed in her eyes as I shifted my gaze from her face to the nightstand holding my device.
“Since we’re no longer fucking, I guess you’ll have to answer that, right?” she asked with a sigh.
With an almost relieved smirk on my lips, I shrugged and reached for the device. As I brought the phone to my ear, my delightful bedmate started cleaning herself up, and I simply couldn’t look away. Her body was just that beautiful.
“Hello,” I said into the speaker without even looking who the caller was first.
“Mr. Benjamin Walker?” a woman asked on the other side of the line. After I had confirmed that it was me, she cleared her throat and then said, “Hello, sir. My name is Jennifer Lee, and I’m calling from Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.” My brows pulled together at the introduction, and the grim tone of her voice as she continued made a shiver go down my spine. “I’m sad to inform that your father, Mr. Kevin Walker, suffered a massive heart attack this afternoon at his home and was rushed to our care. Despite our team’s best efforts, we were unable to save him. He passed away at two-twenty-eight.”
He passed away, I repeated in my head, completely stunned. Dad’s dead.
Tears pooled in my eyes for the first time since my mother died fifteen years ago and I instantly pulled my gaze away from the naked woman in my hotel bed and stood up, disgusted at myself that I was fucking while my father—the only family I had left—was dying. I grabbed my pants and put them on, no longer comfortable being naked in front of her. Then, I paced back and forth while I listened to Jennifer Lee explain to me that as Dad’s next of kin there were decisions I had to make.
Once we hung up the call, the girl I was once so excited about was hovering around me like a vulture. “I’m so sorry,” she said, having clearly heard some of my conversation.
For some reason, her sympathy angered me and turned me into something I strive hard not to be: a class A jerk.
With a set jaw and cold eyes, I turned to look at her and barked, “I don’t need your sympathy, I need you to disappear. You’ve done your part tonight, now go find another cock to fuck and leave me alone.”
Her eyes filled with tears and her lips started to tremble, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My dad was gone, and I was all out of cares to give.
Chapter 2 - Ben
I sat alone on my living room couch and sipped my third whiskey of the day. Feeling numb with grieve and alcohol, I looked at the group of people that came to my home hoping to pay their last respects to my dead father and felt the ghost of a smile curl on my lips.
The turnout was impressive. Everyone, from neighbors and friends to our office’s genitor and high-level executives of competing companies, had come to say goodbye and offer me their sympathies for the loss of such an extraordinary man. For a businessman of his stature that was nothing short of a miracle, but if there was one thing to be said about Kevin Walker was that despite his success in business and his fortune he was a kind man who truly cared about people. That made him not only the best father and friend a man could wish for but also well and widely loved by all.
And now he was gone, and I was alone.
With a weight pressing down on my chest, I closed my eyes, brought my tumbler to my lips and finished my drink in one gulp. In the darkness, I allowed the nothingness of the alcohol to replace the pain I felt and, for just a second, it was like everything was as it should be.
Then, just as I found the first sliver of peace since picking up that damned phone call two days ago, the couch cushions shifted underneath me, and I sighed with dread at another sympathetic soul wanting to comfort me. Considering how reserved and, according to dad, cold I was, I had reached my quota of hugs within the first five minutes of the memorial and every other that came after that was just an added torture to my already broken soul.
However, my mom had raised me right, and despite how much I wanted to just be left the hell alone, these people were my guests. I didn’t have in me to simply blow them off and be rude. For that reason, I opened my eyes and turned my face to look at the nuisance next to me. To my surprise, the person beside me wasn’t a nuisance at all.
“Hank, I was wondering where you were,” I greeted my father’s lawyer and best friend with a smile that was almost genuine.
The light coming in from the window made his dark skin glow and look much younger than his seventy-one years. It also made the red in his eyes that more visible.
He forced a smile and offered me a glass of bourbon. “Got you a refill, Benji.”
“Thanks,” I said, placing my empty tumbler at the side table and taking the glass he was offering me. “This is my fourth, by the way.”
Hank shrugged his shoulders. “If there’s one day that it’s okay to get wasted, it’s the day you bury your father. When my Pop died, your dad and I threw up for two days straight. That’s how much we drank.”
“Didn’t he die when you were fourteen or something?” I asked with a frown forming between my brows.
“Yeah, the day after my fourteenth birthday, to be exact,” he informed with a sideways smirk. “Probably why took Kevin and me only two and a half beers to get completely shitfaced, but I don’t remember a single thing about the funeral which has helped me a lot throughout the years. Putting your dad in the ground isn’t a fun memory to keep.”
A sarcastic chuckle bubbled up my chest, and I rose my glass to him. “I’ll drink to that. To not remembering.”
“And to that son a bitch and his weak ass heart,” Hank added with tears in his eyes as he raised his g
lass as well.
With a nod and a sigh, we clicked our glasses and sipped the warm, burning liquid. For the next few minutes, Hank and I sat on that couch and exchanged stories about my father. We shared tales of growing up with him—Hank as a kid and friend, and me as a son—and though our situations were quite different, dad was the same. From there, we moved on to the company and dad’s dreams for it.
It was comforting to talk about all those things with someone who missed my father as much as me, and it helped clear my head from the grief for long enough to worry about practical things. We were in middle of a merger that would make our company the biggest telecommunication conglomerate in the country and would give us the opportunity to expand to an international level. This was the biggest deal we had ever brokered and something we had dreamt about for years, which meant I couldn’t allow my feelings and the uncertainty brought by the CEO’s death to jeopardize it.
As the guests started to leave, I turned to Hank and said, “If you can stay a while longer, I’d like to talk to you about the company. I know you’re retired, but I still value your opinion, and with me ascending to CEO and consolidating dad’s shares to my name, I need to start thinking about who will take my seat as both CFO and board member.”
For some reason that I couldn’t quite comprehend, my words made Hank fidget. My brows pulled together in confusion, but before I was able to ask him what was wrong, he said, “C’mon, Ben. Today is about how big of a pain in the ass your dad was and how much we’ll miss him. Let’s not ruin it by talking shop.”