“Fuck …” he moaned.
I arched my back, resting my head and chest on the mattress. Reaching behind me, I laid my hands on his thighs, needing to hold on to him as I prepared for my imminent release. Peyton let go of my hips and wrapped his hands around my wrists, thrusting deep.
I was close.
Oh, so close.
My toes began to curl as the tingles crawled over my skin. Loud, untamed gasps and the slap of his balls against my flesh were the only sounds that could be heard. My inner walls tightened and I held my breath, holding my release in, savoring every heady moment.
“Give it to me.” Peyton grunted, thrusting deeper, harder, and faster. “Come for me, Braelynn. Come for me.”
At his request I exhaled loudly and my world shattered into a million pieces. My body shook as he pounded inside of me. My walls clamped around his thickness, and variations of his name left my mouth as I came apart beneath him.
He let go of my wrists and held my waist, driving deeper inside of me, finding his own peak. My hand reached beneath me; I rubbed my clit, letting the first spurt of his release bring me into a second orgasm. Not as loud as the first, but powerful enough to make me squirm under him.
My body was lifeless under his.
My heart was hammering.
My eyes were closed.
I was numb with bliss.
After a few minutes, Peyton pulled out and rolled me over. He lay half over my body, kissing my stomach as he wrote letters on the side of my rib cage. My skin burned when I knew he was looking up at me, attempting to see if I was still awake. I could only imagine how disheveled my hair was.
The night wasn’t at all what I’d expected it to be. Leaving Shakes earlier, I would have never thought that I’d be sobering up on Peyton’s goose down comforter, legs tangled around his naked body.
I attempted to control the giggles that formed in my belly as my stomach shook under him.
“Something funny, Miss Wolf?” he questioned, poking my sides with his fingers.
I peeked one eye open and smiled at him before I shook my head.
Crawling up my body, he kissed under my breast. “Tell me.”
Biting my lip, I looked up into his golden hazel eyes. “This night just isn’t what I expected.”
My legs wrapped around his waist as he knelt on the bed, my sex exposed to him, his semen still deep inside me.
“If I remember correctly, love, this cunt came twice for me,” he said, pressing his thumb on my clit and fish-hooking my G-spot. The sudden touch to my tender core made my nipples perk. He watched as I moaned and came undone by his hands. “Greedy little pussy.” He pushed his two fingers up. “What’s so funny, Braelynn?”
I reveled in the way he controlled me, my body instantly awakened by his caress. “When I called you …” His thumb slid up and down my clit. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come again before finishing my story.”
Pulling his fingers out of me, he licked each one before he put both hands in the air. Giving me a devilish grin, he winked at me. I shook my head at him. “When I told you I was downstairs, I thought I was walking into something more like the greeting of your cock shoved down my throat. Not the attentive, caressing man I just had.” I began to giggle again. “Where are the Sade songs, the rose petals?” I joked.
“Are you disappointed?” He laid his arms on top of my knees, and the tip of his semi-hard cock nudged my clit.
“No, I’m not at all disappointed. Just not what I thought, that’s all.”
His hand reached for my breast and he pinched my nipple firmly. “Who said the night is over? You said one night.” He nodded his head to the window. “The sun’s still not up, doll.”
I felt my heart knock against my chest. Blushing because he had this control over me, my skin ignited.
“Don’t get shy now. Our night has just begun.” Haas pushed off the bed.
He reached out, helping me to stand on top of the bed. As I faced him, he rubbed up and down the backs of my legs. I looked down at him and brushed my hands through his hair, attempting to read his mind, but failing miserably. He kissed my stomach as he looked up at me, his eyes bright and twinkling in the dark room.
“Ready?” he asked.
Before I had a chance to answer, he had me over his shoulder. Holding on to my knees, he smacked my butt and headed out of his bedroom.
“Peyton Haas, put me down!” I smacked his ass.
He smacked mine harder. “I’m going to teach you not to laugh at me.”
My laughter vanished when the smell of fresh linen hit my nose. What had been innocent and fun became serious as we entered his fuck pad. “You okay?” he questioned, setting me on the bed. I nodded as I tried to soothe my nerves. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his thumb over my swollen lips. “We don’t have to do any kinky shit if you don’t want to.”
“It’s not that,” I admitted.
“Then what is it?”
“I’m afraid I’ll like it,” I confessed, looking down at my hands. I could see his hard cock in my peripheral vision. How can this man still go at it? He’s blown twice already! Any other man would be raiding the fridge by now.
“Oh, doll, I know you’ll like it.”
He pulled my chin up, and his mouth covered mine before I had a chance to respond. My mouth opened and he deepened the kiss. He tugged lightly on my hair and I whimpered at his touch. “What are you not comfortable with?” Haas asked, still holding my hair as he pulled away from my lips.
“I … I …”
Relinquishing my fear, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Fuck it.
I snapped my eyes open and looked at him, my body hungry for seconds. I gave us one night. I might as well go out with a bang. “You want my pussy to submit to you, then take it. If I don’t like what you’re doing, I’ll let you know. I don’t want to overanalyze this.”
The second the last word was out of my mouth, he was claiming his territory. Haas gripped my knees, opening them wider. With his mouth, he began biting and licking a trail up to my ears.
“Can I tie these up?” he asked, holding my thighs.
I nodded.
He walked to the dresser on the opposite side of the room. My heart rate accelerated when I noticed the ropes he pulled out. It was hard to distinguish what they were used for from where I sat. He didn’t return to me; instead, he walked over to two hooks that were screwed into the ceiling, something I hadn’t noticed the first time Iwas in the room. He attached one rope to a long hook and then another rope to the second hook. His back was to me, blocking exactly what he was doing. It wasn’t until he walked back that I saw the sling suspended in the air between the two ropes.
He held his hand out for me. Fear was no longer on my mind; I was filled with pure carnal desire. Locking my hand with his, I let Haas guide me to the sling. Two large straps hung from each hook and a support strap ran across, attaching a third set of straps together. He positioned me so that my lower back rested on the padded strap between the ropes. Then he pulled both remaining straps from my right side, looped the first around my thigh and the second around my ankle. He repeated the same process with my other leg until I was suspended against the wall and spread eagle for him. He didn’t say a word as he pulled the straps higher so that my core was aligned with his cock.
Grabbing my wrists, he guided them above my head to a set of handlebars. “You can hold on to these for support.” He winked.
Stepping between my legs, he tugged on my hair and sucked on my neck. “This is all mine tonight?” he questioned, lowering himself to my chest and taking one of my nipples in his mouth. His hazel eyes were glued to mine.
Unable to form thoughts, I nodded.
“In here I’m Haas. What happened in my bedroom? That was Peyton. In here, I’m a different man, and I won’t be sweet. All I want to do in here is fuck you. Fuck you really fucking hard. You understand that?” He swirled his tongue around my other nipple.
I nodded again. I just needed to come. I didn’t care how he got me there. I needed it. Now.
“If you want me to stop, just say so. I won’t push you any further.”
He pushed my breasts together, bringing my nipples closer, then moved from side to side, sucking one and pinching the other. The pain had my core pulsing for him, and I gripped the handlebars tighter. Haas released my breasts and leaned up to kiss the tip of my nose before he dropped to his knees. Unable to close my legs, I was spread wide open for his taking.
“I want to make sure you’re nice and wet for me.”
I was in heaven. Haas knelt in front of me, his eyes filled with hunger. My core was dripping wet, anticipating his touch. His lips caressed the insides of my thighs before he placed a soft kiss on my clit. My body shook at his gentle touch. His fingers spread my lips, exposing my swollen nub, as his thumb circled my opening.
“Your pussy is perfect,” he whispered before his wet tongue twirled around my opening. “Fucking perfect little cunt. So fucking sweet …” He moaned, savoring my juices. I squeezed the handlebars, whimpered, and lifted my core into his face.
Haas’s tongue caressed every crevice before he began lightly sucking on my clit. Using my arousal, his finger massaged my other opening. I didn’t hold back. I released one of my hands and pulled on his hair, pushing him to the perfect spot.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t fucking stop. I’m almost there.” My toes curled as I pushed against the straps and opened my legs wider.
Haas had his left hand on my back opening, his thumb pressing lightly; with his right hand he inserted his middle and ring finger deep inside me, playing with my G-spot.
He pushed his hand back and forth, rubbing along my G-spot as his tongue slid up and down my clit, adding speed and pressure to both. I tightened with pleasure, and with one final lick of my clit, I came around his fingers.
Unable to close my legs, Haas continued to rub my G-spot, sliding his hand in and out of me as I rode out my climax. My body felt like shattered glass. Pulling his fingers up, but still deep in my core, he inserted his hard cock inside me. I screamed out from the unexpected pain that caused so much pleasure.
He prodded slowly into me, allowing my body to adjust to his cock and fingers buried deep inside of me. His mouth met mine, masking my screams, and I savored the taste of us on his lips, his tongue, his saliva laced with my come.
He grunted. “I’m going to make this pussy squirt.” He pushed deeper. I’m going to make sure you never forget me. No man will be able to satisfy you like I’m going to.” Grinding deep inside me, he picked up speed. The two fingers that were still inside of me matched his pace as his cock fucked me hard. His fingers pushed deeper against my most sensitive area, and I felt my body contract in a way it had never done before. My muscles tightened, and my lungs began to work overtime at the lack of oxygen. Gasping for air, I pulled on the straps.
“Right there,” he said with one last push to my G-spot. Then he pulled out. The feeling that came over me was indescribable. Every pore opened and every muscle twitched as I cried out and watched my cunt squirt all over him.
Taking himself in his hand, he jerked himself off a couple of times, sputtering his semen onto my stomach and returning the favor. I watched as it slid down my stomach and toward my core. Then Haas rubbed his semen into me, claiming what was his.
“That’s my good girl.” He slapped his soft, wet cock on my swollen, throbbing clit as my body went limp.
Haas walked toward the dresser and pulled out wipes and a towel. He cleaned himself off before walking back to me and wiping his semen from my stomach. The cool cloth caused an aftershock twitch.
Biting his lip, he looked up at me with a coy smile. He undid each strap and massaged the marks left by them as I leaned on the wall for support, my legs twitching. Not wanting me to walk, Haas reached for my knees, cradling me like a child. He walked out of the fuck pad and into his master bedroom, placing me in the center of his bed. My eyes grew heavy as sleep approached. He left his bedroom and returned with his clothes and a bottle of water. Handing me the water, Haas sat down next to me.
“Is that the first time you’ve squirted?” he asked, pushing my hair behind my ear. I nodded. “Now you’ll always remember me.” He kissed my cheek before lying on his bed.
“I definitely will.” I never knew my body could do that; I thought it was only something you found on the Internet. Looking around the bedroom, I attempted to find my clothes. “I should get—”
Peyton pulled me down and wrapped his arms around me. Pulling the comforter over us, he whispered, “Sleep with me, Lynn.”
“But—”
“It’s past four in the morning. I’m not letting you go home now. Go to bed.” He kissed the back of my head, securing me under his arms.
I relished the last few hours I’d had with him. One night wasn’t enough to get rid of what I felt for him—a lifetime wouldn't be enough. As I closed my eyes, I knew that I’d have to keep far away from Peyton Haas from now on. Not only would he destroy my career, he would destroy my heart.
Haas
I lay on my side, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. She had turned in her sleep to face me, her hands tucked under her cheek, her blushed skin flawless against the white sheets. Unable to sleep, I watched her as the sun rose, lighting her skin even more. As I admired the first woman to ever sleep in my bedroom, I remembered the night I’d just had.
Her phone call had startled me. I was lying on the couch watching ESPN sports highlights when her name appeared on my screen. At first I thought it had to be an accident, but when it rang more than once I’d answered it. The shouting about getting fucked and subsequent screaming worried me. I had no idea how to find her or where she was. Once she was standing outside the elevator, eyes glassed and biting her lower lip, I could see in her eyes that she wanted the same thing I did.
Fuck, did I want her. But only for one night?
Dragging her out of the elevator, I realized I wouldn’t last one pump unless she sucked me off. But when she dropped to her knees without batting her eyes, taking me deep and swallowing without hesitation as I came—fuck. I knew then that one night wouldn’t be enough. The way her mouth molded perfectly around my cock … her bare skin … those eyes …
Fuck.
I had to convince her that this should be more than a one-time thing. The things I wanted to do to her … She needed to be mine, even if it was only for a short period of time. Mine.
Her scent was mesmerizing; it was my newfound weakness. She was my newfound weakness, unlike any woman I’d ever had—tough, guarded, and a sexy vixen.
Her gold hair tangled above the pillow and splayed around her like the sun rising over Manhattan. Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I reached over and traced my name along her soft skin. H-A-A-S.
Women were disposable and I never got attached, but there was something about her, something that could potentially cloud my judgment. Stretching her arms above her head, she slowly opened her eyes as she woke. Her emerald-green irises greeted me, and I couldn’t pull my eyes away. She smiled before turning over on her stomach, hiding her perfectly plump breasts. The top sheet barely covered her rounded ass.
She buried her face in the pillow and inhaled deeply before peeking one eye out at me. The side of her face moved as she smirked. Then, shaking her head, she buried her face again. Her innocence during the day drove me mad. Mere hours ago I’d had her tied up and was buried deep inside of her, fucking her pussy like there was no tomorrow. But right now she was acting shy, with a girlish grin plastered on her face. She had been open, raw, and exposed for me. Her eyes had devoured me with each lick I placed on her, but now they showed her coyness.
“Morning,” I said, moving her hair off of her face.
“Hi,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“Are you hungover? How did you sleep?” I asked as I doodled my name down her ba
ck.
“Really good, actually. And surprisingly, no hangover. What time is it?” She looked around for a clock.
“It’s early. Go back to bed.” I kissed her shoulder.
“I should get going,” she said, but made no move to rise.
“Just a little bit longer.” I pulled her closer to me. I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. One night wasn’t enough. I secured her close to my body. “Don’t leave yet.”
Turning toward me, she laid her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around my torso. Holding her felt great. It felt like … like I was fucking screwed.
I woke up later that morning to an empty bed, the sheets cold on the side she’d slept on. Inhaling her lingering scent, I picked up the note that was left on the nightstand by her side.
“One night.” Cut the pussy shit, Haas. It was a one-time fucking thing. It was what I enjoyed most with any other woman, and she was no different.
I threw the sheets off. A couple of hours at the gym would make her a faint memory.
The trees below bloomed throughout New York City, and Central Park was crowded with people anxious to get out on a gorgeous spring day.
I sat in my office chair, turned so I was facing the New York skyline. It had been five days since I’d had Braelynn under me. Her gold hair wrapped around my finger was now only an image in my mind. I looked down at the palm of my hand, remembering what it felt like to hold her, to have her skin soft under mine and her core clamped around my cock.
What the fuck? Am I getting hard just thinking about her?
The intercom beeped, distracting me from my thoughts. “Mr. Haas, you have a Sammie here to see you.” Melissa’s voice came through the speaker.
Swiveling my chair around, I held down the button. “Send her in.” Since hitting the gym was not helping me forget Braelynn, maybe a different woman would.
I watched through the glass as Sammie walked down the hallway, her skintight dress pushing her tits higher than where the doctor had placed them. Not that I was complaining—if it all worked out, my cock would be sliding between those silicone jugs by the end of the day.
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