by Vivien Vale
My cock pulses against her asshole and I come inside her, expelling loads of my cum into her ass. I slow down and pull out of her when I’m finished coming, and I hold her butt cheeks apart and enjoy the sight of the cum slowly leaking out of her hole.
I lower my face to her ass and lick up the cum that’s dripping from her. I reach my hand in front of her and pull her body up, easing her into a different position. She sits up on her knees and tilts her head back.
I push her chin up with my finger and I deposit the cum from my mouth into hers. I know how much she loves tasting it and the unique flavor of her sweet ass on it is something she just shouldn’t miss.
She pushes the cum around her mouth so she could savor it more before swallowing it. She licks her lips and closes her eyes, the taste lingering on her tongue.
Spinning herself around, she grabs my shoulders and pulls me on top of her as she lowers herself onto the bed. I spread her legs with my hands and look into her eyes as I position my cock at her pussy. I want her to feel connected with me more than on a physical level.
She gasps and tilts her head back as I thrust inside of her sweet, wet cunt. I lift her legs with my forearms and push them back against her body as I lean in and hump her. Then she tilts her head back and forth to either side, her eyes now shut tight and biting her lip.
I love watching her as I’m fucking her. Her hands gripping the bed tight, she takes every bit of my cock in stride and is still always so hungry for more.
I grab her left leg and toss it over to the side, laying it on top of her right leg. I hold her hip that’s now high in the air and plow into her from her side.
Her hands reach up to my shoulders and grip into them, her nails digging into my skin. I slow my pace and grind into her cunt nice and hard, letting her feel every inch moving in and out of her.
“Holy fuck, Liam. Don’t stop. Fuck me just like that!” she exclaims to me. She squirms under me, feeling intense new sensations in her pussy as I drill into her.
I start fucking her a little faster, keeping the same motion and she shudders and whimpers at the thrust of my cock. I speed up even more and she arches her back, poking her chest out, her whole body tensing as she cries to me.
“I’m coming!” she shouts. “Fuck, Liam! I’m coming! I’m squirting!”
Music to my fucking ears. I pound into her relentlessly until her cum is sprayed all over the entire lower half of my body and her side of the mattress has a pool of cum on it as well.
Her breathing is shallow and frequent as she tries to catch her breath, recovering from her intense climax. I feel myself getting close too.
My body grows warm and my cock is throbbing and aching, ready for release. I look down at those perky breasts with rock hard nipples, that glistening skin, and most importantly, that satisfied, sexy look on Claire’s face and I let myself go.
I pull out of her quickly and turn her leg back so I’m between her thighs, and as I come, it lands right in the center of her body.
I stroke my cock tight and hard, until every bit of cum shoots out of it. I look at Claire and see that my cum has reached a hell of a range in her body. There’s traces of it on her face, in her cleavage, on her belly button, and on her pretty little pussy.
She smiles as I come down from my high and starts scooping up the cum from each part of her body and licks it from her fingers. She doesn’t stop until she’s licked every drop.
I sigh heavily, a bit fatigued from all the fun. I climb into the bed and lay down next to Claire. I lay out my arm and she snuggles up to me, nestled in the crook of my arm and her head just resting against my chest.
“So, I get that the lingerie looks better on the floor, but I really like how it looks on me too,” she says to me.
“It looks spectacular on you. And you have virtually an endless supply of it, sweetheart,” I return. “Feel free to wear it all the time if you’d like!”
She nestles in further and brings her arm over my torso.
“I think I just might.”
Claire
Life couldn't be better.
All my dreams have been realized.
Epica's doing great. It's still my company but because of our expansion, we’re buying the building next door. It's equally as historic and has a lot of charm.
Being with Liam has changed my life in a lot of ways. For one thing, I consider him my mentor in business. Under his guidance, I've managed to grow my company, keep it financially solid, and yet still maintain the artistic flair that sets us apart.
Epica is and will always remain small. I consider my team the best of the best and by keeping things intimate, we can cater to only the best clients and there's an air of exclusivity around our services.
I'm in Liam's penthouse that I've all but moved into. My stuff is everywhere, and he says that he likes it that way.
We try to spend as much time together as possible while running our respective businesses. The difference with Liam now is that he's become a hands-on boss instead of the distant one he was before. He’s more freely expressing his creativity and he's more apt to give his opinions now.
It's an opinion I'm seeking to get at this time. I find Liam is an excellent sounding board for all my ideas. He has a really sharp eye for design and I value his opinion.
I'm working on my laptop, in his king-sized bed, when he comes in with freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Here you go baby, compliments of the chef."
"He's here?"
"Setting up brunch right now. Shall we eat on the terrace?"
I look out the window and see that it's a beautiful day. The snow has subsided, and the sun is shining.
"It's so gorgeous outside. I wish I could work out there."
"Then why don't you?" he comes into bed and kisses my forehead.
"Okay," I say. "But first, I need your opinion. Look at these new drawings I've prepared for Velvet Luxe. Do you think it looks too busy? Be honest."
He looks at my work and I appreciate the time he takes to go over the details.
"Do you really want to know what I think?" he asks.
"Of course."
"I think you're so good that you don't need my advice. I think you should trust yourself and that solid intuition you have."
I smile.
"Really? No advice?"
"Really. Now come with me to eat on the terrace."
I get out of bed wearing the latest Velvet Luxe design, a black slip with strips of lace cut across it.
"Am I dressed okay?" I ask, wondering if the private chef's still there.
"Don't worry, he's gone. You could come out nude and make me very happy."
I hold his hand and we go to the terrace. To my surprise and delight, it's littered with rose petals. A romantic table's set up with tall candles and flowers.
Liam holds out a plush robe for me to slip into that will block out the cold air. The sun is out and that helps too.
"What’s all this?" I ask. Liam is normally sweet, and he sweeps me off my feet with his grand gestures sometimes, but I don’t recall planning for anything special today. It’s too early for anything anyway.
And then, I see him get down on one knee and it becomes apparent what's happening. The moment I've been waiting for since I was a girl is before me.
"Claire," he says holding out a box containing a very large diamond ring. "Will you do me the great honor of never leaving my side, being mine forever, and marrying me?"
"Yes!" I say without hesitation. "A million times yes. I love you, Liam. I think some part of me always has, since the moment we met."
His eyes gleam with happiness and satisfaction. He gets up and places the ring on my finger. Then, instead of brunch, he grabs a bottle of champagne from the table and picks me up in his arms.
"I have to consummate this," he says, and I can sense the hunger in his voice.
Our connection is as deep as ever. It's something between us that no one could ever explain. We both feel it all the
time as if we're soul mates or something.
I know it's meant to be. I know he's the one and I guess I've always known since the first moment I laid eyes on him. I guess it’s the undeniable connection I’ve felt with him ever since.
Tears stream down my face, and he smiles softly at me.
"Look at you, vulnerable as ever. You're mine, Claire. Let this ring prove that."
He takes me back to the bedroom and I know I can't escape. I’ll never want to escape this intimate connection that we have which defies all words.
I kiss him, and he throws me down on the bed. I can tell, this is just the beginning of our wild adventure together.
Hard Bargain
By Vivien Vale
Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Wes
I'm in the meeting room with Leon again, and he's not happy. I've lost count of how many times I'm holed up with the guy, but I'm CEO, and it's my job to meet with my senior managers from time to time.
I meet with Leon more than anyone else. He’s always complaining about something.
There's nothing pleasant about Leon. He's closer to fifty than sixty, but since he found out about his wife Martha having cancer, he's become an old man overnight. His blond hair has grayed at the temples, and every day new wrinkles seem to appear between his brows and around his mouth. They’re not from smiling.
It shouldn't happen to a person – you would think that thirty years of marriage would give a man some protection against bad luck, a reward for sticking it out so long. Even one who’s a dick like Leon. The universe is not known for its kindness.
"What the fuck were you thinking?” Leon asks. His voice is louder than I like it to be. Again.
“Language, please, Leon. We’re in the office.”
“I don’t care where the hell I am,” he says. At least he avoided fuck. “If you’re going to bump up a little ditz from the front desk I’m going to say something about it.”
And he has. Leon has been “saying something about it” for the last half hour.
“Jordan deserves the position, Leon. You’ve seen her résumé. You know how impressive it is.”
“Her attitude stinks. She walks around like she’s God’s gift to man and I’m not going to oversee her.”
Leon has been a senior manager in my tech department for a long time. He’s good at what he does, and most of the time I trust his judgment. Most of the time. Since Martha became ill, I don’t know if he’s as reliable as he used to be. You can separate your personal life from your business life all you want; if someone close to you is dying, it changes you.
“She has an MBA, Leon. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that.”
“Her attitude stinks.”
So does yours, I think, but I don’t say as much. It will only make him angrier, and he’s pissed already.
“You can’t shoot her down before we give her a chance. We wanted to hire internally. She’s the best we’ve got.”
“Find someone else,” Leon says.
I’m getting pissed off now, too. This guy thinks he’s going to tell me how to do my job?
“Leon, I appreciate that you’re open with me, but I’m still your superior. You don’t tell me what to do.”
Leon makes a face at me that tells me he’s not happy, but he bites his tongue. Smart man. At least this time. Instead, he paces the meeting room. I watch him from my chair at the six-seater table.
I can fire him on the spot if I want to. God knows he’s had enough warnings from me to be out of here already, but I don’t want to fire the guy. He’s got chemo to pay for, chemo that might not even work.
Losing your job when your life goes up in flames is a different kind of hell.
“I don’t like it, Wes,” Leon says.
I nod. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
Leon narrows his eyes at me. “Sorry for what?”
I sigh. “Everything you’re going through.”
His face softens and I glimpse the man that already worked here by the time I arrived. Leon used to be the star of RidgeCo, the kind of man that knew exactly what needed to be done to grow a modest San Francisco tech company into something spectacular.
He sits down in the chair he vacated when we started talking about Kylie Jordan. He’s calmer now. Sometimes, all it takes is sympathy.
“So, we’re looking for someone else, then?” he asks.
I shake my head, slowly. I know this is going to blow up in my face, but I’m pulling rank on this one.
“I want her as my project manager, Leon,” I say. “We need her knowledge.”
Leon blinks at me. It’s the silence before the storm.
“I knew it,” he says and jumps up again. There it is. “I knew you were going to fuck me like this.”
I close my eyes, biting back my temper. I can’t lose it and blame Leon for his outbursts.
“Language, Leon,” I say. “And this isn’t personal. It’s business. You of all people should know that.”
Leon’s temper turns into rage. He stomps his legs when he marches around the table toward me. I hold my ground and look up at him when he comes closer, my expression blank. He’s about to push me past my limit, especially when he points a finger in my face.
“You don’t know what’s good for this company,” he shouts.
“Leon,” I start, but his temper has taken over. His eyes go a little crazed, and I wonder if it’s wise to keep him on when he’s acting like this. Leon grabs the closest chair and throws it. It bounces away awkwardly – it’s a standard office chair with a padded seat and metal frame – and hits the wall. Lucky for Leon, it doesn’t damage anything.
Leon storms past me and out of the meeting room. I’m left behind with the taste of anger still on my tongue.
I sigh and scrub my face with my hands. Insubordination like this is wrong. If he does it in front of any of my employees, I’ll have to let him go. So far, it’s only happened in front of me, and I feel sorry for the guy. I probably shouldn’t – we all have shit in our lives. But the man seems more and more unhinged by the day. And this irrational reaction to Kylie? It’s too much, even for Leon.
I push myself out of my seat, right the chair Leon threw, and leave the meeting room.
When I go down the third floor – one floor below mine, now – Kylie is at her new desk. The promotion is effective from today. She’s a vision. Long wavy her, the blond so dark some call it light brown, hangs over her shoulders. She hasn’t seen me yet, but I know without her looking at me that her eyes are the color of chocolate. Once you’ve seen them, you can’t forget. A splash of freckles on her nose makes her look younger than her twenty-eight years.
I walk to her desk, and she looks up at me. When she sees it’s me, she smiles. It spreads across her face like a sunrise, and I smile back at her. She’s beautiful, but it’s not just a perfectly sculpted face that gets me. She’s fucking hot. She has one of those classic hourglass figures with large breasts, an impossibly small waist and an ass that you can hold onto while you fuck.
And I’ve thought it about. God, help me, I’ve thought about fucking Kylie Jordan. There’s something about her that’s irresistible. When she’s not smiling her lips are in a permanent pout. I can imagine what it would be like having those lips close over my cock, those big brown doe eyes staring up at me.
It won’t be just a fantasy much longer. There are things I know about Kylie. Things she has no idea I’m aware of. Things that she’ll live to regret if I have anything to say about it. It’s almost a shame that someone as fucking gorgeous as she is w
ill have to go down in flames in the end. But at least I’ll enjoy myself making it happen.
I shake off the dark thoughts and clear my throat, giving her a disarming smile that she has no reason to think is anything but sincere.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Wagner?” she asks.
She called me Mr. Wagner in the interview, too. I fucking love that. I want her calling me that while I’m hammering her from behind, but in an effort to keep up the friendly boss act, I shake my head.
“Call me Wes, please.”
She smiles again.
“And I want you to come to the meeting room with me. I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out.”
She nods and gets up. I watch her move. When she walks around her table, she rolls her wide hips, and I turn away, so I don’t stare.
She follows me to the meeting room. I wait for her, let her walk in first, but I don’t close the door behind us. I know my limits. I don’t want to lock myself in a room with her, not today. She’s got a spell over me with her rolling hips and her fuckable mouth, and I don’t want to risk being alone with her. Not yet.
I’m a professional, but God, the way she moves has me hanging on by a thread right now.
“What did you need to talk about?” she asks when I tell her she can sit down. I sit down, too.
“We need to handle the paperwork,” I say. “And then you’re officially my new project manager.”
She smiles widely.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she says.
I smile, too. She looks so genuinely happy. It’s almost childlike. I have to hand it to her. She’s good. If I didn’t already know what I do, I’d never suspect she’s anything but authentic.
“Your talents were wasted down at reception,” I say. I don’t know why she was hired as a receptionist in the first place. She should be so much more with her MBA backing her. Now is the chance I know she’s waited for to prove herself.
“Thank you so much for the opportunity,” she says.
I shake my head. “You deserve it.”