My Playboy Fiance

by Katerina Cole

  “You can be damn sure this is just a beginning.”

  Her sexy eyes became huge, as if my answer immensely pleased her. “Oh, Oliver...”

  This was it. I felt my whole body tense up, and I increased my speed as I watched her boobs bounce up and down wildly.

  “Damn, Alexandra! I’m cumming!” A second later, I pushed into her for one last time and finally ejaculated. I was still spurting my load as I took her lips, and our tongues clashed.

  I put her limp body down and got out of her, caressing her face. “You are so beautiful, angel.”

  She smiled. Her eyes were still glazed in pleasure. “Thank you.”

  “Are you on pill?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. This wasn’t nearly enough for me.”

  I separated myself from her just so I could take off the used condom. I threw it in a trash can, this time determined to ejaculate directly into her. I needed to feel her directly on my dick.

  I took her by hand and pulled her to my chair. I sat into it and brought her onto my lap so that she was straddling me.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in surprise, holding onto my shoulders as I grabbed her hips to guide her.

  “What does it think like I’m doing? You asked for more, and I’m happy to oblige. Ride me, Alexandra. I want you to ride me hard and rough.”

  She didn’t need more encouragement than that. She took my already solid cock into her hand and brought it to her entrance. The next moment she impaled herself onto it, and this time I could enter her deeper. “Shit!” Shit. This was so deep and the way she felt on my dick was better than anything I’d felt in my whole life. She was so warm, velvety, and wet.

  I grabbed her breasts and started fondling them. “You are so tight. How does it feel baby?”

  “So good.”

  “Good, huh? Then what are you waiting for? Move those hips.”

  She began riding me, moving so fast as if she couldn’t get enough of me. This time I let her decide our tempo, hissing each time her hole sucked me in deeper, and I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked as she rode me like she belonged to me. I played with her hard nipples, making her wetter. Her juices already drenched my thighs and balls, and my control was quickly slipping away. She was too good.

  “Ah, boss! Yes!”

  “Ride me faster, Alexandra.”

  She obeyed immediately, bouncing on me so fast and hard that the chair rocked beneath us. I grabbed her hips and pushed her onto me continuously.

  “Fuck me, boss. Fuck me!”

  I rammed into her roughly, meeting her hips, and I felt her pussy clench as if she was close. I suddenly brought her up, my cock still being buried in her, and pushed her onto the floor.

  “Ah!” she cried out in surprise when her back ended on the carpet. I didn’t even get out of her, continuing our wild rhythm, as I placed her legs on my shoulders—completely opening her to me.

  “I’m coming, boss!” Her inner muscles squeezed my dick with all their force—the best thing I’d ever felt—and she was orgasming hard, screaming my name again and again.

  Shit. She was so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face, which was now twisting in pure pleasure, and I was so near my own release.

  I couldn’t stop.

  “You feel so good,” I grunted, thrusting into her fast. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

  “Ah, boss. Yes, yes, yes. Keep fucking me!”

  My tempo was relentless, ripping her pussy more, and soon she was already coming again, but this time I orgasmed too, and it was so intense that my vision blackened for a moment.

  “Shit!” I shot my hot load deep into her again and again as her body’s tremors rocked me through my release.

  I got out of her and lay down on the floor next to her needing to catch my breath.

  “That was so good, Oliver,” she purred.

  I turned my head to look at her. Her face was completely relaxed—no traces of her usual seriousness at all. So beautiful.

  “This was nothing, angel. You are mine now, and this is far from finished.”

  12

  Alexandra

  The sounds from the kitchen woke me up. I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as I tried to clear my fuzzy vision. My body felt so spent. I stretched it lazily.

  Suddenly, I remembered I wasn’t at my place. I propped myself up on my elbows and focused on my surroundings. I was in Oliver’s bed. We’d made it to his apartment last night after our crazy office sex and we slept together.

  Oh my. My body heated immediately when I remembered everything—the way he felt in me, all those orgasms, and how he fucked me against the wall, on the floor, and his chair...

  “Oliver,” I breathed out, already turned on.

  He was so sexy and muscular. The way he ordered me to do every single thing was making me even more aroused and I couldn’t believe it. I’d never thought I would be the one to be submissive when it came to sex, but I loved it.

  I loved his roughness and dominance.

  I loved his body and urgency.

  He was driving me wild, waking up all those things in me I’d thought never even existed.

  It wasn’t enough. The last night wasn’t nearly enough, and I was hoping for more. In the end, my decision to give in to our passion was one of the best decisions I’d ever made.

  I stood up and decided to take one of Oliver’s shirts. I put it on me, inhaling his scent like crazy. He smelled so good. I left my panties in his room and went out to meet him in the kitchen.

  I entered his kitchen and found him making breakfast.

  “Good morning,” I said. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, displaying his naked upper body completely.

  Oh hell, he was so hot.

  He turned around, his muscles flexing as he moved. “Good morning.” His eyes immediately slid over my body, and they darkened the next moment. He smiled seductively. “I see that you are wearing my shirt.”

  I shrugged my shoulder, feeling overly self-conscious. I’d never done something like this, but I liked it. I liked the way his eyes drank me in. “Is that a problem?”

  “Not at all. You are perfect.” His voice became a bit hoarser and my eyes slid to his now visible boner. I felt great knowing I did that do him.

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Like a baby.”

  He chuckled. “Good. Now take a seat. I’ll finish this in a minute.”

  I sat at his kitchen table, watching him work in fascination. Not only he was sexy as hell, but he also cooked. He was perfect.

  “So, you cook?”

  “Yeah. That’s one of my hobbies.”

  “Well that’s a plus. I mentioned to you that my mother is a terrible cook, but I forgot to mention that I’m a terrible cook myself. I can’t cook to save my life.”

  He glanced at me over his shoulder, grinning. “Oh really? Have you ever been interested in cooking?”

  “No, and I also didn’t have any time. I’ve committed my whole life to my career, so beside the interior design, art, and architecture, I didn’t have a lot more interests.”

  “What is your inspiration? I mean, what inspires you when you are decorating some place?”

  “Mostly the buildings of a similar type. I don’t like emulating, but I like starting from the basis and improving it with my own touch. That is exactly what I want to do with your building, Oliver. I would use its previous design as its basis and make it way better.”

  “I want to restore that place to a boutique hotel for our high-end clients. This project is really important and we have some crazy deadlines to meet. I want everything to fit our budget, but if you feel the need to use more resources, you have the freedom to do it. So what are your ideas about the place?”

  “Well, I have to warn you. It may be really expensive, but everything needs to be luxurious. We might need to increase the budget.”

  “That’s okay. I believe in your judgment. If you think that’s n
ecessary, then let’s do it.”

  “Okay. So the whole interior needs to reflect the wealth of the people who have rich tastes. That includes the rooms—especially the apartments. We can hire some artists who can paint the walls, for example in the restaurant. We can tone it well with the crystal chandeliers and use some neutral colors for the motifs...”

  I kept talking about my ideas for the hotel details, and Oliver listened to me carefully all the time without interrupting me. He’d already placed the pancakes on the table, but I didn’t even touch them, engrossed in my talking.

  Then he surprised me when he sliced one piece of pancake and put it into my mouth.

  “Why did you do that?” I mumbled with full mouth, enjoying the taste of his pancakes filled with some chocolate cream. It was delicious.

  “You aren’t eating by yourself so I have to feed you breakfast.” Oh my God. The way he said it sounded so sexy, and my core throbbed immediately in response. My heartbeat increased as I noticed the lust in his eyes, and all of a sudden the atmosphere in the kitchen had changed completely.

  He fed me another bite, not taking his eyes off me even once. He had the most beautiful dark brown eyes I’d ever seen, and I was losing myself in them.

  “You know, I’m turned on from all this business talk. You’re so sexy when you are in your business ‘mode’.” His words made my heart beat even faster, and I couldn’t breathe normally anymore. “Strip down and lie on the table,” he ordered, and all my rational thoughts were gone.

  My body was filled with desire as I took off his shirt, eager to see how he would react when he saw me without my panties. His eyes widened when he saw me completely naked. Everywhere he looked my skin burned.

  “Shit, Alexandra. Do you want me to have a heart attack?” I chuckled and he sliced me with his hard eyes. “Lie down on the table. Now.”

  His command sent another wave of pleasure through me, and I could already feel my juices flowing out of my needy mound. I did as I was told, and the moment my back connected with the solid, wooden surface, Oliver grabbed my ankles. He kept them on the edge of the kitchen table and went down on me, burying his face in my swollen core.

  “Boss!” I cried out when I felt his tongue enter my hole. “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like?” He smirked at me. “I’m fucking you with my tongue.”

  I convulsed immediately after hearing these words, already so turned on that I couldn’t breathe at all. I took my breasts into hands and rubbed my nipples, returning his heated gaze. His eyes darkened immediately when he saw me kneading my breasts, and I was glad I had such an effect on him. I was losing myself fast, the pressure building so fast in me that I was sure this was going to be the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

  He sucked my clit into his mouth, playing with it until I couldn’t take it anymore, and a few moments later I orgasmed hard, buckling my hips on the table as the aftershocks rushed through my body. My vision blurred and my mind became completely blank as all I could focus on was the pure pleasure.

  “Alexandra,” he hissed and raised himself, slamming his mouth against mine. Our tongues intertwined, and we stroked each other roughly, like we couldn’t get enough. This heated kiss made me aroused again. “You’re so gorgeous when you come like that, but I’m not finished with you.”

  I watched him take the whip cream he’d put on the pancakes with his fingers and put it all over me. “Oliver?” I asked in surprise, trembling under his slight touch. There was something completely erotic in the way he left that whip cream all over my nipples, stomach, and pussy. It made me wetter.

  “I love you covered with it. You are so sexy. Do you like it?”

  “I love it.”

  He smirked. “Good, because now I get to lick it off from you. Don’t move and keep your hands above your head.”

  “Yes boss.”

  I put my hands above him and shuddered when I felt his mouth on my nipple. He licked it slowly, taking his time until he continued to my other nipple. By the time he took all whip cream off, I was a complete mess—wet and hot all over.

  “Now I get to fuck you, angel.” He backed away a few feet. “Stand up.” I stood up and watched him take off his pajama bottoms and lay down on the same place on the table. His cock was so huge and I felt great knowing it was mine. “Now, I want you to straddle me, but you will face away from me.”

  I bit into my lip, my eyes widening when I realized what kind of position he’d wanted us to do. I blushed hard. “Um, b-but—”

  “Now, Alexandra. Don’t make me repeat myself. Do as I said.”

  His order sent shivers down my spine, and I was desperate to obey him. I brought myself up on the table, turning so that my back was facing him, and knelt on the table. “What are you waiting for? Sit down on that cock and ride it like you own it.”

  Oh my. My pussy started dripping from my arousal. I sat on him slowly, taking my time to get accustomed to his length, but he didn’t let me go slow. He gripped my hips and impaled me on his dick, and I cried out in pure pleasure when his tip hit me deep inside. Oh my God. It felt like it was ripping me in two.

  I started moving, my ass bouncing after each movement. “Shit, angel. Your ass is... Shit. So sexy. So fucking sexy. Yes. Ride my cock. Ride it faster.”

  I increased my speed, moving so fast now that the unbearable pleasure got higher every time he entered deep. I was burning with its intensity, screaming after each hit, and I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I cried out, coming, and I tried to get up, but he didn’t let me. He grabbed my hips to bring me back and started moving me in his rhythm.

  “Lean backward and support yourself on your hands. Now,” he ordered. I did that, almost lying down on top of him. This time he could enter me in a perfect angle from below me. He squeezed my hips tighter and started banging me hard—so hard that my throat became hoarse of all my screaming.

  “I can’t take it anymore, boss! It’s so deep!”

  “Yes!”

  Damn! It was so intense and I was already coming again. My pussy was so sensitive but he didn’t stop even once—and it was the most pleasurable friction I’d ever felt.

  “Ah! Yes, boss! It’s so good!” He continued ramming into me, despite my orgasm—which only prolonged it. Tears slid down my cheeks, because of all the immense pleasure he was giving me.

  Several seconds later we were both coming hard, our climaxes mixing together in one powerful orgasm, and I felt like we were one—like we belonged to each other completely.

  I fell on top of him, totally exhausted, and he let me lie down like that over him. I tried catching my breath, my body buzzing after all that unbelievable pleasure.

  Oh my God. This was the best sex of my life.

  Oliver gave me such a huge pleasure, and submitting to him made me feel some things I’d never felt before. I got connected to him on a deeper level, sharing these immense sensations together.

  This was intimate and different from all other experiences I had so far. I never knew submitting could be so empowering and make me feel that close to a man, and I loved it.

  I closed my eyes, feeling my heart constrict with some emotion I’d never felt before.

  After everything, I think I might be falling for Oliver.

  13

  Oliver

  That was the best sex of my life. Shit. I couldn’t believe it could be like that. And with a virgin? Damn.

  Alexandra was special and I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her body was perfect and the way her pussy felt was like she’d been made for me.

  I loved controlling her, but what gave me pleasure was the way she followed my orders. She was giving herself completely to me, enabling me to be connected with her on some deeper level that even I couldn’t explain.

  This wasn’t just about the sex. Yes, our sex was amazing and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but there was something else. The time spent with her felt special. I couldn’t wait
to see her again. I kept thinking about her and what she was doing at the moment, and most importantly—I couldn’t focus on my work at all, constantly thinking about everything that had happened this morning and last night in my office.

  Shit.

  “Oliver? Earth to Oliver,” I heard Colten say.

  I looked at Colten, my other partner, who was handling our on site duties. Just like always, he had a construction hat with him—his trademark—even though he wore a suit. Even though he looked ridiculous with that hat, he was a chick magnet, just like Grant and I, because his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made girls go wild, or so I’d been told. “Yes?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

  “We’ve been talking about the numbers,” Grant reminded me.

  Right. We were at my office and we were looking over the budget numbers for the boutique hotel project.

  I frowned and shoved my hands into my pockets. “Yes. Well, I’m starting to worry.”

  “Why?” Colten asked me. He tapped his fingers on the construction hat, and the repeating sounds made me even more irritated.

  “Will you stop that?” I snapped at him. “It’s driving me crazy.”

  “Geez, somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed,” Colten remarked.

  I snorted. If only he knew just how wrong that was.

  “I’m starting to worry that I won’t be able to give Alexandra the money she wants to make the project profitable,” I said to Grant and Colten.

  Grant looked at me curiously. “Why do you think so?”

  “Well, Alexandra has high-end taste and a big vision for the hotel. I understand that and I support it, because I also want the best for it, but I’m not sure we would be able to go through with it.”

  “Hey, man. You always worry needlessly. If everything is going well so far, I think we can manage to get all the money we need, no matter how expensive it is,” Grant—always the relaxed one—tried to reassure me.

  “That’s right,” Colten agreed with Grant. “After all, even if we need the loan, I’m sure we could repay it and earn a lot more by the end of the year.”