She closes her eyes and turns, arching her ass against the front of my pants. “It’s anyone’s game at this point,” she says.
I undo my shirt and rip off my belt buckle. I push up the back of that red dress and glance at her body with true and utter adoration.
She’s thick. Curvy in all the right places.
She’s mine. All fucking mine.
“Jesus Christ, lord and savior,” I whisper. “You are perfect, aren’t you?”
She blushes and nods. “That’s what they keep telling me,” she says.
I lift her dress.
The center of her lingerie is crotchless. I rip off my pants and bend down, ass in front of my face. Wetness runs down the inside of her thighs.
I slip two fingers inside her and stare into her eyes. Goose bumps form across her ass and thighs, and her face turns a bright shade of red.
I insert a third finger.
“You’re wet,” I grunt.
“You’re bad,” she moans, breath hot. “I should stay away from you.”
I kiss her thighs. “You have no idea,” I say.
I can’t believe this shit is even happening in my restaurant. If I were to get caught, there would be hell to pay. The food critics would go wild.
“Well, you better fuck half as hard as you talk,” she says. “Otherwise, these negotiations are over.”
I brush against her pussy, tongue licking around her lips, sucking the outside of her core. I want to work her up. I want to tease her until she’s about to burst. Then I want to fuck her as hard as I can.
She does not understand who she is messing with.
I suppose I don’t either.
When my tongue meets her clit, her hands widen across the stall’s wall. Her breath quickens, and she moans, loud.
Too loud.
I put a finger to her lips. “Quiet,” I say.
“Make me,” she replies, cocking her head to kiss my head. “Get me to shut up.”
I place my hand over her mouth, smearing her lipstick across her cheek. She’s quiet now, but I can feel her tongue and teeth across my palm.
Her moans are muffled and soft, but as I eat her, I’m forced to let go. My hands fall back to her ass, spreading her cheeks open, forcing her open to eat.
“Fuck,” she moans. “I didn’t think you’d be this good at eating pussy for desert.”
I roll my tongue inside her lips, working my way up to her clit. A few minutes of sucking and licking, and her whole body is flat against the wall, shaking.
“Stop,” she moans. “I’m going to come.”
“Good,” I reply.
I don’t stop.
Within seconds, she’s scrambling and trying to get a grip. She settles for holding onto the top of the stall, lowering her ass onto my face.
“Fuck,” she grunts. “You feel so good.”
I pick her up, threading my tongue in further. With three fingers pressing against her g-spot, she has no choice but to explode.
Her thighs twitch. Then comes her stomach and pelvis. Something inside her changes, and her pussy contracts over my fingers.
“Ugh!” she screams. “Oh, God.”
Her whole body spasms with ecstasy. Back straight, the top of her chest and face presses against the stall. Her cheeks are rosy red and warm.
Mouth wide, her thick lips tremble. She’s coming, but I’m not letting her off the hook. I spoon my palm inside her, massaging until thick pools of come slide across my wrist.
I’m as hard as I can possibly be.
When I finish with her, she falls to the floor. “What… who are you?” she asks me, teeth chattering.
“Your worst nightmare, that’s for sure.” I laugh, holding my cock in front of her.
She looks frightened by the size.
I get that a lot.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “You’ll get used to the size.”
“Um…”
I flip her body over. She’s a thick woman, perfect for me, but she’s small compared to my body.
My hands cover her waist.
When I slide her body toward me, I place her knees on the ground.
She smiles. “You want me to bark?”
“I want you to submit to me, woman,” I tell her.
Her smile fades into fearful excitement.
Before I fuck the life out of her, I grab the panties from my coat pocket. I place them on the butt of her spine and say, “I’m going to come on these panties like you asked me to.”
“Oh, fuck,” she says.
For a second there, I almost think she’s about to have another orgasm. Whether or not she knows it, she’s ready for me.
I aim my cock at her pretty little cunt. She’s pink with the slightest hint of darkness.
Her lips meet the crown of my cock, and I slide right through.
Heavy moans escape our throats. I slump forward, falling into her warmth. She’s incredible. Tight and slick, I shiver with absolute pleasure.
I need more.
“You’re so big, Rocco,” she says, pushing back, forcing me deeper.
I smack her ass hard, and she gives a breathy, high-pitched grunt. I smack it again, and her teeth grit together.
She turns her head, huffing.
“Too hard?” I ask.
“You think this is my first spanking?” she asks. “I like it hard. Much harder.”
I spank her a third time, and she moans with approval. I’m already fucking swelling up inside of her. I know I’m close, so I flip her around and hold her body close to mine. Her legs wrap around my waist as I sit down, and her pussy slides around my cock.
Her eyes roll. She’s so close.
“Ride me until I come,” I command.
She nods and places her hands against my chest, feeling the curvature of each muscle.
I stare into her eyes. “You like this?”
Her forehead rolls against mine, and she nods. I kiss her, snaking my tongue against hers.
I’m about to fucking explode. Her taste sends me over the edge.
Her mouth twitches.
Her body rumbles.
This is it…
Before I know it, she’s coming again.
Her legs shake, and she gives a thunderous moan. My cock swells and bobs against her walls. I can’t hold it in any longer. My balls rise, muscles contracting.
I shoot my seed inside her.
Madison rocks her hips, forcing me in deeper. Rolling like a ship against a set of tumultuous waves. I can’t even say a word, let alone see straight.
She rides until she comes a third fucking time. The whole thing is unbelievable.
I hold her shoulders and drive up and through her lips, expelling all I have to give.
And when the pleasure starts to subside, I coil my thighs around her, pinning her to the tile floor.
Yes. This is filthy. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. This woman has changed me, and I can’t stop escalating.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “I think you won that negotiation.”
She laughs and kisses me, tits pressed against my chest.
I kiss and tease each nipple.
“You’re wrong,” she says, breathless. “It was a stalemate. We’ll have to meet at a later date.”
“When?”
She grins. “Your office. Tomorrow.”
Fuck. I’m in over my head.
Madison
So that happened. Yeah…
When he takes me home, my hair looks like it was thrown into a fucking blow dryer. My dress is wrinkled, and the fact that I walked out of that restaurant with lipstick smeared across my face is totally crazy.
I look like a sex-crazed monster.
“You’re one wild woman,” he tells me, which makes me laugh.
“If you only knew.”
I place my hand across his thigh and squeeze. The center of his pants rises.
I tap the hard mound three times with my fingers and say, “Not tonight. You had your fun already.”
> If only he knew I was just a normal girl. I haven’t been with another man in almost a year. It’s not like I go searching for this kind of thing.
But Rocco is a different breed of man. First, he doesn’t give two fucks about keeping appearances up. If he wants to do something, he’ll do it. I hate that I admire that in a man because it can lead to some dark places.
Despite the business attitude of Rocco, I feel like there’s something good inside of him. I don’t think it’s all about money and power. Maybe I’m naïve, but I want to believe he thinks of me at night and not his money.
“I need you,” he coos.
Need me? Pfft. Bullshit.
What he needs is a good night’s sleep and a little anticipation. He hasn’t got this out of his system yet. I’m having too much fun.
For now.
I glance at the driver’s window, which is closed, and bite my lip. I pull my legs over him and straddle him, laying my palm flat against his cock. I move it up and push it in his pants, gripping the thickening rod.
“Rocco,” I whisper, clicking that “D” hard for him.
He squirms a little and his breath quivers. I’m already getting to him. He’s sweating. “We will have so much fun tomorrow together. Why spoil it now?” I ask.
“Oh yeah?” he kisses me, pulling back on my lips, like it’s my pussy. He kisses me again, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth.
His hands fall to my back, dragging towards my ass. “I want you so fucking bad. You don’t even know. I’ve never felt this much desire in my life. I could eat you all night, woman.”
I grab his hand and force it against my pussy. “You want this?” I ask him.
He nods.
“Then be a good boy and wait for me. I’m a good girl. I don’t rush into these things,” I say.
The car slows down and I see my place a few houses in front of us. I kiss his warm cheek, admiring his jawline, and the driver unlocks the door.
“Your home, ma’am,” he says, avoiding eye contact. I can only imagine what he’s thinking.
“Thank you for a fun night,” I whisper to Rocco.
He just sighs and watches as my heels click onto the pavement.
I walk toward my door, refusing to turn back. I can feel his stare burning into my ass. I rock my hips and smile to myself.
It’s hard to let this go…
“See you tomorrow,” he says.
I walk inside.
When I hear his car pulling away, I lower to the floor. My back slides against the door, and I put my face in my hands, laughing.
That all just happened. That really happened. It wasn’t fantasy.
I zip out of my red dress and climb into the shower. The hot water and steam rises around the door. Within seconds, I’m surrounded by a foggy haze as I feel the water rain across my body.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I hold my hand mirror and clean off the smeared lipstick. His handprints are still on my ass, where he spanked me.
I still cannot believe we fucked in the bathroom of his five-star restaurant. That’s something I can knock off my bucket list.
A little soap. A lot of memories. I’m pretty sore, so I make this quick.
I dry myself off and fall into bed.
I dream of the first night we met. The hotel party; such a filthy experience.
I don’t know what’s come over me. Ever since I caught his gaze at that fundraiser, he’s infected me with a weird sexual desire. A carnivorous courage.
He’s made me… bad.
The next morning, I pick out a nice outfit.
It’s nothing too sexy, but not too plain either. I peer into my closet and grab a black, tight skirt, alongside some patterned stockings, and white, laced panties. I grab a nice button-down, white shirt and curl my hair.
Last, I apply some makeup and lipstick. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but just enough oomph to make his cock go a little crazy for me.
I look at my phone to see he’s texted me. He has. He can’t wait to see me.
I have half a mind to keep him waiting. Still, I’m actually kind of excited to see what happens. My heart is racing with anticipation.
His text:
“Need my driver to pick you up? You’re late.”
I’m late? Didn’t realize we were on a schedule. I put my phone back in my purse and choose to surprise him.
A surprise is always better, anyway.
I drive over to his office. I know exactly where it is. It’s the biggest building in all of Detroit, next to my father’s. When I park, I pull off to the side and get out of the car, glaring up at the giant skyscraper. The top window is shaped like a diamond.
There’s a figure staring down at all the cars.
“See me?”
I wave and walk toward the front sliding glass doors.
A security guard steps out from his post. “Hey, ma’am, they’ll ticket your car for parking in the boss’s space. You could get towed,” he says.
I smirk. If Rocco tows me, I’ll never let him fuck me ever again.
“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m meeting with the boss now.”
He shakes his head and gets out his walkie-talkie. “Suit yourself.”
The doors slide open for me, like my legs did for him last night. I walk in with a new surge of confidence.
A few heads turn my way, and I wonder if they know who I am. “The Napolitano girl ruined everything,” they’d say.
It’s like Shakespeare, right? Two star-crossed lusters, born from two competing families, forced into exile forever.
I didn’t realize it would be so… fun.
A crowd filters into the elevator. “Hold the doors,” I say. “I have a meeting with Rocco.”
The people inside eye me with a strange curiosity. I attempt to read their expressions and purse my lips, feeling fairly awkward.
I imagine what they’re thinking: Why would someone like me have a personal meeting with Rocco?
Well, that’s obvious. It’s because I’m special.
Once at the top floor, there’s no one left inside the elevator. The door opens, and I step out to a busy hallway.
At the end is Rocco’s room. His name is engraved into his door. I eye it and walk toward it.
When I’m just about to reach for the door handle, his secretary, some cute college girl, calls out to me with haste and a tinge of fear.
She screams, “Excuse me! You need an appointment to go in there. Stop!”
I ignore her and giggle.
Inside, Rocco is sitting at his desk, talking to one head of the company. It looks very serious, but he stops dead in his tracks to smile and wave.
I raise my eyebrows, and he coughs. Awkward…
“I tried to stop her, sir. I’m so, so, so sorry,” the secretary says, breathless.
“It’s fine, Susie. I was expecting her,” he says, climbing out of his leather throne. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you sooner. Hey, Jack. We’ll talk later about the deal. Sound good?”
The man smiles and shakes Rocco’s hand. “Sounds fantastic, Rocco. I’ll be seeing you,” he says.
Both leave the room and Rocco rises only to push the door shut, locking it behind us.
“You came,” he says.
I always come.
I walk past him, toward the diamond’-shaped window. “You didn’t think I would?” I ask.
I watch the tiny cars and ant-like people move toward their next destinations. Everyone is so small from up here.
“I had my doubts,” he says, loosening his tie up a little. “But you made it. I’m thrilled.”
“I need you to tell your security not to tow my car. I parked in one of your spaces out front,” I say.
I place my hands across the cleaned glass, leaving my handprint.
“You are trouble,” he says.
He’s right. Sometimes, I think I put up a front because of how I grew up. Who I grew up with…
This business is cut-throat and f
ull of the worst types of men. I act tough. But deep down, I just don’t want to get hurt.
He’s still smiling though, so he’s still interested.
“You’re trouble, too,” I tell him. “In fact, I think you’re much worse than you let on. But that remains to be seen.”
He doesn’t ease my fears.
“So, should we go over some things?” he says, unbuttoning his shirt.
I walk up to him, pressing my hand across his perfectly constructed muscular chest. A surge of warmth and excitement rushes through my body, forcing me to shiver with lust.
I try to take a breath, but it’s hard to breathe when I’m this close to him.
“I’ve been thinking about you constantly,” he says, cutting the silence from me.
I kiss his chest and look up at him.
“Is that right?” I ask.
What’s he getting at? Next thing I know, he’ll be telling me he loves me.
This is just fun. Right? I’m not looking to get married or anything. I’m fine being single.
Except, there’s another side of this. I’ve been thinking about him, too.
A lot.
“I’ve been thinking about all the ways I can fuck you,” he says, running his hand up my skirt.
“That’s funny.”
I breathe as he places his hand over the center of my panties. He runs his fingers across the cotton lace, attempting to find an entrance.
Exhaling, I close my eyes. “I’ve been thinking about all the places you could fuck me in,” I say.
“Yeah? Like where?” he asks. “Tell me all the bad things you’ve been thinking about.”
“Last night,” I moan. His fingers move under my panties, tracing across my skin. “Last night I dreamed about you clearing out one of your hotels. You fucked me in every single room, in every shower, in the indoor pool and sauna. I came repeatedly.”
“That’s hot,” he groans. I place my hand across his pants, feeling for his cock. He’s already hard for me.
He looks down and unzips his pants. “I want you to ride me like it’s yours to keep forever.”
“It’s too big,” I whisper. “It’ll hurt me.”
“Exactly,” he says. “I want you to train your pussy to accept every inch of me, every single time. You think you can handle that?”
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