by Amy Brent
“Fuck me… Denny… now… please…” she moaned, still rubbing her cunt against my lips. “Get behind me… Denny… fuck me hard… fuck me now… please… fuck me now…”
I slid out from under her and got to my feet. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, grunting like an ape enjoying a big meal. I was a gooey mess, but damn, that was all right with me. I licked my lips as I moved in behind her. Her asshole was glistening and so very tempting, but I would have that delight later. For now, my cock was screaming to be buried deep inside her hot cunt.
“You taste amazing,” I said, licking my lips loudly and digging my fingers into her ass cheeks as I stepped into her. The head of my cock pushed against her hole. It felt fiery hot, soaking wet. I watched as her pussy literally opened up to take in the head, then suctioned tight around the shaft.
I pushed in until I felt the tip of my cock hit her inner wall. Slowly, I pulled out and slid in again.
And again.
And again.
Fuck… my cock was right…
Serena Diaz was the total package.
And hopefully our journey was just beginning.
Chapter 9: Serena
I held my breath when I felt the round head of Denny’s cock press to my pussy hole, which had not felt a cock in a long while. My pussy was very picky. Not just any cock was allowed to enter my holiest of holy holes. And because I didn’t have sex very often, I was super sensitive. Just the tip of Denny’s cock touching my hole sent shockwaves shuddering through my body. Just the touch of it sent sparks through my insides like the Fourth of July.
He pressed into me and I felt myself opening up to him. The moment my pussy engulfed the head, the orgasm that I’d been holding back started to make its way to my cunt. I thought Denny’s pussy eating skills were impressive. The feel of his big cock sliding in and out of my hole felt even better.
“Fuck… Denny…” I pushed myself up on my hands to give him straight-on access to my pussy. I felt his cock go deeper inside me, pushing the breath from my lungs and the sweat from my pores. “Faster… faster…”
Denny dug his fingers into my ass and started hammering into me, jarring my body, making my big tits sway from my chest. I closed my eyes and tried to hang on, clutching the comforter… I was going to cum soon… And I was going to cum hard.
“Fuck… Serena… your pussy… so fucking tight…” The words gusted from Denny’s lips like a man running a marathon. He was pounding my pussy hard now. I could feel him in every inch of my body. I looked down between us and tried to breath. My boobs were hanging from my chest like melons in a sling, swaying, rocking with every thrust. I could see his balls slapping against his leg each time he rammed into me.
“Fuck… I’m… cumming… fuck… Serena… I’m…”
“Cum with me baby,” I said, tensing my muscles to let the orgasm erupt from deep within me. Denny’s fingers clutched my ass so hard it hurt, but in a wonderful way. He jerked against me, his cock like a jackhammer in my cunt, bouncing me around, making me cum hard against him.
As Denny rammed into my pussy as far as he could go, he growled like an animal and filled my cunt with his hot milky goo. I came with him, my pussy gushing like a dam breaking, washing hot juices all over his cock and balls.
A few more grunts and jerks and our first mutual orgasm of the night was done.
I hoped it would be the first of many.
Chapter 10: Serena
I yawned and slowly opened my eyes, giving my brain a moment to register where I was and who I was with. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. I was at Club D. In an executive suite. Denny’s suite. With Denny. I smiled as the memories of the night before drifting through the fog.
The morning sun was beaming through the French doors that opened to the third-floor balcony. I imagined that outside the thick glass birds were singing and horses were dancing in the meadows and all was right with the world. Things were pretty damn good on the inside, as well.
I woke up with Denny’s hard cock rubbing against my ass, sliding slowly up and down between my cheeks. His right arm was draped over my side and his hand was massaging my fleshy globes. He squeezed my nipple until it hurt so good. My nipple was so hard it pulsed with the beat of my heart. His lips were on my neck, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. His teeth tugged at my earlobe.
I rolled over into a morning-breath kiss that quickly made me not give a damn about morning breath. Denny’s tongue was thick, hot, wet, it swirled around my lips and dipped into my mouth to say good morning to mine. He held the kiss as he rolled on top of me and I spread my legs wide. My cunt was still sticky from the night before, but Denny didn’t mind. He kept kissing me as my hand guided his cock to my cunt, then my hands went to his ass to pull him into me.
He filled me completely. My pussy lips yawned then closed around his thick shaft. I put my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. Denny rocked into me slowly at first, then faster and faster as our breath got heavier and heavier. Morning sex never takes long. I wrapped my legs around him and arched my back as his body tensed and his thrusts became jerky. In seconds, we came together. The orgasm swept through me like a brushfire. I could feel the heat of Denny’s load shooting into me. My juices gushed forth, covering his cock and balls with a slime that only lovers found satisfying and sexy rather than icky and disgusting.
After a moment, Denny’s body went slack and I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me.
“Good morning,” he said, brushing his lips to my forehead.
I wiggled against this cock, which was shrinking slowly inside me.
“Good morning to you,” I said. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept like a baby,” he said, rubbing his nose to mine. “Even wet the bed.”
I gave him a sleepy smile and squeezed his ass until he squealed.
“I think we both wet the bed,” I said.
“True. Are you hungry?”
“I am famished.” I rolled my head to look at the clock on the nightstand. “Wow, is it really ten o’clock?”
“It is,” he said, pushing himself up on his hands. “Tell you what, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll have breakfast sent up.”
“That sounds wonderful.” I stretched out my arms and legs and groaned. “Will you join me in the shower after you order breakfast.”
He wiggled his flaccid cock against my sticky box. “What do you think?”
“I think you should tell room service to take their time.”
* * *
There was no comparison to sitting on the third-floor balcony of a hundred-year-old mansion in the fresh mountain air eating French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon, while drinking the best coffee I’d ever put in my mouth. Denny said it was the most expensive coffee in the world, called Kopi Luwak, or something like that. He had it imported from Sumatra and said the amazing taste came from the coffee beans being eaten, then shitted out, by a wild cat of some kind called a civet. Amazing how he could hold a straight face when stringing such an unbelievable tale. His eyes danced as he watched me drink my third cup.
“Cat shit?” I held up my cup and licked my lips. “No way.”
“Cats eat and shit the beans,” he said, leaning into the patio table with a big smile on his face. “Just do me a favor. When you Google Kopi Luwak later, just make sure you’re near a toilet in case you get sick.”
“My family’s Hispanic,” I said, matching his smile with the cup at my lips. “You’d be surprised at the things I’ve eaten.”
“Tell me about your family,” he said, settling back and tilting his face to the morning sun. We were both naked under the thick Club D robes we wore. I could see little beads of sweat across his chest. I had to resist the urge to lick it off with my tongue. If last night was any indication of things to come, there would be plenty of time for that later.
I set the cup on the table and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “Well, let’s see. I come from a big family. S
ix brothers, all older. I’m the only daughter and the baby of the family.”
Denny made a scary face. “Crap. Six brothers? I assume they are all super protective of their little sis?”
“You have no idea,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him. “But not as protective as my dad.”
He gave a respectful smile. “Are we a daddy’s girl?”
“We are, big time,” I said with a proud smile, though I knew my Papa would be furious with his little girl if he knew what she had done most of last night and planned to do most of the day today. In his mind, I was still six years old and just the thought of letting a man go near me was enough to send him over the edge. That’s why I never brought a boy home when I was in high school or gave Papa a clue that I dated anyone. He would kill any boy or man who dared touch me, then kidnap me and commit me to a convent if he thought he could get away with it.
“Tell me about your father,” Denny said, leaning in to rest his muscular forearms on the table. He picked up his coffee cup and held it between his hands and gazed lovingly at me through the steam.
“Well, let’s see…” I pictured my Papa’s face in my mind’s eye. He was smiling… for now. “He is a second-generation American, came here with his parents when he was just a boy to become a citizen. He’s worked the last forty years in construction, managing to keep a roof over our heads and feed me and six teenage boys.”
“He sounds like a good man,” Denny said with a smile. “I’d like to meet him someday.”
“Uh, yeah, sure, maybe…” I said, playfully rolling my eyes so he wouldn’t detect how much the thought of him actually meeting my father scared the shit out of me. I wanted to say, “My dad saw you say the pussy duh on national TV and he thinks you’re a spoiled, rich, asshole’… but I didn’t.
I knew the real Denny, or was getting to know him better by the hour. He was not that guy. Not down deep. He was a good guy. A loving guy. A guy that I felt myself falling for a little more each time I looked into his eyes.
“What about your six brothers?” he asked, still smiling, though I thought I caught the corner of his lip twitching at the thought of dating a girl with six very large, very protective, Mexican brothers.
“What about them?” I asked, one eyebrow cocked. “Are they protective of their little sister? Yes, very. Would they beat you to a pulp and bury you in three feet of concrete if you hurt me? Again, yes.”
He reached across the table with his hand open. He wiggled his fingers and mocked a serious face. “Then I’d better never hurt you then.”
I blinked at his hand for a minute, then slowly slid my fingers into his. I looked at him seriously for the first time.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.
I blinked at him. “What are we doing here, Denny?”
His fingers entangled with mine. “What are we doing?”
“Yes, what are we doing?” I took a deep breath and held his gaze. “I mean, is this just a fun weekend? A one-time thing? Just sex?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “What do you want it to be?”
I wasn’t really ready for the question, even though I had just posed it to him. My mind reeled for a minute, searching for a quick answer, but no quick answer came. So, I went with the truth.
I said, “I like you, Denny. I like you a lot. I have for a long time.”
He cocked his head at me, still smiling. I felt myself melting under his gaze. “You have?”
“Yes.”
“Why haven’t you ever said anything?”
I snorted. “What was I supposed to say? Gee, Mr. Chambers, would you like to go on a date with me when you take a break from being a billionaire playboy?”
“That would have been a start,” he said, clutching my hand, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. “Truth? I’ve also had a bit of a crush on you, too. For a long time.”
My eyes widened. “You have?”
“I have.”
“Are you finished with your breakfast?” I asked.
His tongue slowly went around his lips.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because…”
I leaned back and opened my robe to expose my naked body to him. I cupped my breasts and gave my nipples a squeeze, then spread my legs wide enough to give him a good peek at what he’d be having for dessert.
Chapter 11: Denny
“What the heck happened to you this weekend?”
I glanced up from my computer to find Sammy standing in my office doorway with a large iced coffee in one hand and a sub sandwich the size of a football in the other. The sandwich had jagged chunks torn out of one end, as if a rabid dog had attacked it. Sammy was a brilliant CEO who had the eating manners of a hungry Pitbull. He was chewing as he gave me the eye.
I pushed back from the desk and pointed him at the chair across from my desk. “Serena and I came back early to beat the traffic,” I said, stretching out my arms and groaning like an old man. “I was gonna let you know but you were indisposed with the Bambi Twins.”
Sammy poked his tongue into his cheek and arched his eyebrows. “You and Serena, huh. Well, I guess my little chat with her did some good. You’re welcome.”
I frowned at him. “What little chat?”
“She didn’t tell you?” His big shoulders went up and down slowly. “Not a big deal. I was outside smoking a joint when she took her break. We were talking about life and love and your name came up.”
I felt my heart dropping a little in my chest. Damn. I knew it was too good to be true. “What did you do, Sam?”
“I just told her that you had a little crush on her and she said she’d always had a little crush on you. I told her you were the best guy I knew and if she was as smart as I thought she was, she’d get her ass up to your room and get busy.”
“Fuck…” I said, rubbing my eyes. “Shit. I knew something was up.”
He frowned at me with the sandwich between his teeth. Chewing like a cow eating cud, he said, “What do you mean?”
“I mean I knew it was too good to be true!” I clutched my head between my hands and stared at the ceiling. “I should have known when she showed up at my door that something was up. Fuck. She wasn’t there because she wanted to be with me. She was there because you put her up to it. Or at least goaded her into it.”
Sammy picked up the iced coffee and took a long suck on the straw. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and gave me a hard look. “Don’t make a big deal out of me talking to her, man. And don’t misconstrue what she did. I didn’t say, ‘hey there’s a rich guy up there who’ll pay you to fuck his brains out’ for Christ sake. She’s not one of those girls.”
“No, she’s worse,” I said, exhaling with my chin on my chest. “At least the Escorts and Specialists are honest about their motives. They’ll fuck you for money. Period. An honest transaction. Serena fucked me to get her hooks into me. And you put her up to it.”
“That’s bullshit,” Sammy snorted, spraying my desk with bits of bread and meat. “How can you even think that about her?”
“Because women like her don’t come onto guys like me without dollar signs in their heads.” I shook my head as the reality set it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Dude, you are so fucking paranoid,” he said as he cleaned crumbs off the desk with the butt of his hand. “She came up there because she fucking likes you. Serena Diaz is no gold digger. And don’t flatter yourself, asshole, there are far better-looking billionaires with way more money than you out there she could go after if that was the case.”
“I don’t know,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Maybe he was right. Maybe she did like me for me and not because of my bank balance.
Sammy shook his head at me. “Den, don’t overthink this. That’s what you do. You overthink shit and fuck it up. That’s why you’re still single.”
“I don’t see a ring on your finger, asshole,” I said, sounding angrier than I really was. He was right. I was paranoid. I did overthink things.
That was why I had screwed up every semi-decent relationship I’d ever had.
The money made me that way. The money also bought me a ton of cool shit, so it was a small price to pay. Usually. The thought that Serena loved my money more than she did me made my chest hurt.
“I may not have a ring on my finger, but I know you,” Sammy said, smacking his lips. “And I think I know Serena pretty well. She’s a good girl, Den. And would be a great catch for you. If you don’t grab on to her when you have the chance, you might be missing your best opportunity to finally grow up and be happy.”
“Maybe,” I said, taking another deep breath and pushing it out slowly. “I just don’t know…”
“You like her, don’t you?” he asked.
I blinked at him for a moment, then slowly nodded.
“I do like her,” I said. “I really do.”
“Can you think of one thing about her you don’t like?”
Again, I thought for a moment, then shook my head and smiled.
“No. At least not yet.”
Sammy gave me a smile decorated with mayonnaise and lettuce and shook what was left of the decimated sandwich at me. “Then try not to fuck it up, Romeo. For once in your life, think with your brain and not your cock.”
He finished the sandwich in two large bites, loudly drained the coffee, then left his trash on my desk and sauntered out like a great ape going off to take a nap after feeding time.