by Rene Webb
“So wet for me,” he groans in my ear, pressing a thick finger into my wetness.
“I need you,” I hear myself whisper, tightening my hold on the man, breathing in his clean scent, and feeling the security of his strong body as I lean into him. “Please, sir.”
“I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, gently teasing me with pleasure as he circles a finger wet with my own juices firmly around my clit. My entire body begins humming faster and faster with unsatisfied need.
“Are you going to let me inside?” the man asks, slowly and unrelentingly pressing two fingers into me, making me gasp as he stretches me open, my pussy burning from the intrusion. I hear the sucking noise of my wetness as he begins moving his fingers in and out of my sex. “I want to fuck you.”
I shudder at his words; both fearful at what could happen and excited at the prospect of the pleasure I know this man can give. If only to prove he has total control over my body.
“You wouldn’t tie me up or anything, right?” I ask, staring intently at the dark, decidedly sexy hairs on his chest.
“Fuck no!” he says, continuing to slowly finger me as he begins to rub his thumb against my clit, making me tighten my hold on him and move my hips in time with the rhythm he’s creating.
“I’m not into that. I like my women free to go while on me,” he whispers into my ear, his voice promising pleasure.
“Okay,” I groan as he pushes me over the edge and into another orgasm. He holds me tightly against his body as he continues drawing out my pleasure.
Removing his hand from beneath my towel, he raises the glistening fingers to his lips and sucks them clean. “Delicious.”
Gently cupping my face, the man touches my lips with his own, briefly, and whispers, “Are you sure?”
I nod my head in answer, unable to actually give voice to the desire. The desire I do not want to, should not have.
The man releases his hold on me and steps back. Crossing his arms over his chest, he asks, “Why?”
“What?” I look up into his face, blinking in sudden confused.
“Why do you want me to fuck you?”
“Because.”
“Because isn’t an answer, Princess,” he says in a low, demanding tone.
Unable to meet his eyes, I quietly say, “I thought you wanted ... ”
“Stop right there,” he interrupts, stepping forward and putting one arm around my body. “I do.”
With his other hand, he grabs my hand and tucks it underneath his towel, wrapping it around his cock. “Feel how hard you make my cock. It didn’t get that way from anyone else but you, Princess. I’ve wanted to fuck you since you walked into the room downstairs.”
“Oh,” I say, unable to stop myself from squeezing him in my hand and stroking his smooth hardness once before realizing what I have done and quickly letting go.
“But I want to know what’s persuaded you that us fucking is a good idea.” The man cups my face in his hands and gently strokes my cheek with his thumb. “I don’t want you to ever regret it.”
I can’t help but melt into him. This man keeps displaying the confusing, perfect, combination of tenderness and possession.
“Because I want you too,” I growl, beginning to get annoyed. Why won’t he just take what he’s wanted all night?
“Why?”
Pulling back, I look up into his face. His expression, a mix of amusement and sternness has me stamping my foot petulantly. Why won’t he just fucking fuck me already? He clearly wants to. And I’ve made it clear I won’t be fighting him.
“Behave. Don’t pout,” he rebukes. “I don’t usually throw women over my lap and spank them until they tell me what I want to know, but I’m beginning to see the appeal.”
“You don’t?”
“No. There are much nicer ways for me to get the information I want out of you, Princess,” he says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me back toward him.
Fisting the hair at the back of my head, he leans in and kisses me with surprising gentleness. It does not last long, and soon he’s thrusting his tongue into my mouth and stealing my breath. I can do nothing but cling to his waist and enjoy the ride.
The hand not tangled in my hair moves up my body and takes hold of my breast. The towel rubs against my skin, making my nipples react and my body thrum with tormented pleasure.
“Sir,” I moan, wanting, needing, him to bring me over the edge once again.
Abruptly he stops the exquisite pleasure and stares down at me with his eyebrow quirked, demanding me to speak.
“Please, sir.” I run my hands up his chest, shamelessly imploring him to continue. I should be disgusted with myself. But at this moment I don’t fucking care. “Don’t stop.”
“Are you going to tell me why I should fuck your sweet, tight, virgin cunt?” he whispers, nipping at the shell of my ear and squeezing my breast—reminding my body what it wants.
“Because.” I find myself raking my fingertips through his dark, surprisingly soft chest hair. The man doesn’t say a word or move as he waits for me to continue. “Because you won’t hurt me. And you’ll make sure I enjoy it.”
I briefly wonder if he has ever done this to one of his competitors, seduced them with pleasure so they will give up all their secrets. Maybe not always sexually, but a nice bottle of whiskey, a trip to an expensive brothel, and he has them spewing all their company’s inside information.
“That’s all I wanted to know.” He releases his hold on me all together and opens the bathroom door, motioning me to walk through.
Suddenly nervous, my pace slows as I make my way into the room and closer toward the large foreboding bed. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
“Get on the bed,” the man tells me, snagging my towel and pulling it off, tossing it on floor.
Here goes nothing. Turning quickly, I crawl onto the stiff mattress.
Chapter Twelve
~ Finn ~
“Good girl.”
I watch as Lily slowly, nervously, crawls up onto the bed, displaying for me her beautiful curves and flashes of her bare cunt. I grab my cock, attempting to relieve some of the ache, but there is only one thing that will help. And it’s hot, wet, tight, and right in front of me.
“Now lean back against the pillows,” I tell Lily, walking over and grabbing a nearby chair. I sit at the end of the bed where I have the best view.
I know Lily wouldn’t have fought or put up a struggle if I had taken her earlier. My cock thinks, knows, I should have, and it’s beginning to wonder if I am a masochist. But that would have seriously fucked, no pun intended, with my plans for her. I want her completely persuaded that me fucking her is in her best interest. When we leave tomorrow, I want her addicted to pleasure and craving it from my hands, my mouth, and my cock. Pouncing on her now and mindlessly fucking her would destroy anything my earlier seduction accomplished.
“Bend your legs and put your feet flat on the bed by your hips,” I tell her, leaning forward and resting my forearms on my knees.
Lily slowly does as she is told, already complying easily with my demands.
“Good. Now spread your knees and show me that virgin cunt.”
“Sir?” she asks, all the while doing as I commanded.
“As smooth and clean as it is waxed, I think you need a landing strip,” I muse, shifting uncomfortably in my chair as I watch her puffy folds, still glistening with her arousal, come into view. All my cock wants to do is thrust itself inside and be surrounded by her wet warmth.
I draw in a deep breath, trying to relax. Otherwise, I won’t be able to last long or ensure that Lily comes. I need to make sure that she is completely ready before I finally give into my urges.
“Reach down with one hand and spread your pussy open.”
“What?” she interrupts, sounding somewhat shocked.
“With the other hand, I want you to play with your clit. You need to be nice and wet before I fuck you, and you’re goi
ng to do all the work while I watch.”
“But, sir,” Lily says nervously, running her hands along her thighs.
“I know you’ve done this before,” I tell her and watch as she bites her lip and blushes slightly with embarrassment.
My princess may be a virgin, but from the little amount of time we’ve spent together, I know she’s had pleasure before. No one would ignite and demand release like Lily does if she were clueless. “Show me how you get yourself off.”
Raising herself up on her elbows, she meets my eyes and whispers shyly, “I don’t have any of my toys.”
Fuck. We’ll definitely be exploring that later.
“You’ll have to make do the old fashioned way,” I tell her, scooting my chair closer.
Dropping back down onto the bed, she closes her eyes and slowly follows my instructions, opening her pink folds and taking two fingers to stroke her clit before squeezing it between them like an expert. Her breathing slows as she relaxes.
“Now dip that finger into your hot cunt and use the wetness to stroke your clit,” I guide her.
“Sir.” She moans as her breathing becomes more and more labored.
I can see the glistening of wetness surrounding her opening, and I ache to taste her. Later.
“That’s it, Princess. Now let go of your labia and work your two fingers into that hot wet channel of yours.” My own breathing is becoming hard as I watch her slowly pleasure herself.
“Sir?”
“In and out, don’t stop stroking that clit. That’s it, Princess, get yourself there,” I groan out as my persistent cock begins to throb and my balls feel like they’ll burst.
Fuck!
Watching her masturbate is not helping me relax.
How could I have ever thought it would?
Totally zoned in on the woman before me, enjoying the scene of her desire, I almost lose track of my plan of getting Lily to beg me to fuck her. I want her so lost with desire that she’s begging me to take her.
“Stop,” I command.
“What?”
“Stop.”
“But.”
“I said stop.”
Standing up, I toss my towel onto the floor and crawl up the end of the bed.
“I’m taking over now,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and removing her fingers, with a wet pop, from her sweet-smelling cunt. Lifting them to my mouth, I suck them clean and groan with pleasure. “You do taste divine.”
Lily is a sweetness I have never tasted before, and I plan on keeping her. No matter what I have to do.
“Look at me,” I say, getting her to meet my eyes. “I think you’re ready to be fucked now, don’t you?”
“Please, sir.” She grabs onto my arms and tries to pull me down onto her.
I move over her body, feeling the softness beneath me. Leaning down, I kiss her gently, teasing her lips with my own. I want her mindless with wanting before I claim what is already mine. Tomorrow, I don’t want there to be any question that she asked, begged, me to fuck her.
Shifting my weight onto one arm, I thrust my tongue into Lily’s mouth as I simultaneously press two fingers into her tight passage, stretching her open, testing her readiness. Lily lifts her hips into my hand, and I hum in satisfaction. I slowly finger fuck her—tease her, feeling her slick burning cunt on my fingers.
Ending the kiss I lean down taking a nipple between my lips, I suck it deeply onto the roof of my mouth and feel Lily’s cunt squeezing my fingers in response. Nipping at the hard bud, she gasps, and a rush of desire releases onto my already wet fingers.
Kissing and nuzzling her neck I whisper, “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She growls in frustration as her hips move against my hand, seeking release. She grabs my body pulling me closer.
“Ask me to fuck you.”
“Would you please fuck me already,” my princess growls, smacking the side of my ass.
Taking my impatient cock, I place it at her entrance and push slowly in until her burning warmth surrounds the tip.
“This might hurt, Princess,” I warn her. “But relax and think of all the times I’ve made you come tonight.”
“Okay.” Lily giggles nervously. I nuzzle her nose and then kiss her roughly as I thrust fully into her cunt, making us both gasp and tighten our grip on one another.
Fuck!
My entire body is shaking and sweating with the need for release. Somehow I’m able to control my urge to pound mindlessly into her and seek my own relief. This isn’t about me, but the woman I plan on having in my bed for the rest of my life. I better make sure Lily enjoys, craves it.
Pulling back slowly, Lily’s groans turn into moans as I push my cock slowly back into her cunt. With a control I didn’t know I possessed, I steadily get her used to the movements and rhythms of our fucking—kissing and nipping at her throat to distract her from any discomfort.
I groan with pleasure as she raises her legs and wraps them around my waist, forcing my cock in deeper.
“Fuck, you’re a natural.”
“Sir,” she whimpers, arching her back and tightening her hold around my neck.
Lily’s cunt begins pulsing around my cock as she gets closer to climax.
“That’s it, Princess,” I say, palming one of her breasts and thumbing the hardened nipple roughly. “Come for me.”
“Oh God,” she moans, thrusting her hips up into mine.
“Lily,” I pant as her fingers dig into my side and the power of her orgasm squeezes my cock almost painfully.
With one final thrust, I feel the rush of my release as I explode, leaving me breathless and spent.
Coming back to my body, I realize the thought to grab a condom, something I am pretty fanatical about, had never crossed my mind. Through the mistakes of others, I’ve learned a couple of things. One, you should always buy your own condoms. And two, as sexy as it can be to have a woman slowly roll it down your cock squeezing as they go, you should always put it on yourself.
Tonight all of that went completely out of my head; not because I know the establishment makes sure the girls are clean and I had a vasectomy last year, but because Lily is now mine. I don’t care what anyone says, including her, she is mine. It doesn’t matter what games I have to play, or what I have to do—I am fucking keeping her.
Every good businessman knows it is important to be flexible and seize opportunities when they fall in your lap—literally. I had not planned on her, but I can make the necessary adjustments. Lily is now my future, whether she wants to be or not. Now I only need to convince her, and this was a fucking great start.
Chapter Thirteen
~ Lily ~
“How was that?” the man asks smugly, resting his forehead on mine as his warm breath tickles my nose.
“Okay,” I answer breathlessly. I am not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how, beyond the initial feelings of uncomfortableness, sex with him had been amazing—the stuff of fantasies.
“Oh, Princess, I think we both know it was better than that,” he chuckles, rolling us onto our sides and holding our connection in place. “You were fucking amazing.”
The hand behind my head pulls me into a gentle, thorough kiss. I open my mouth in invitation; the taste of this man is becoming an addiction. Wrapping my arm around his neck, I pull myself closer, wanting to feel the connection with him all over again, just as his cock is slipping out from between my legs.
I did not know what I expected from this man, but him as a cuddler after sex never crossed my mind. I had assumed, wrongly, when we finished, he would pull out roughly, jump off the bed, and leave.
There had been no time for me to fantasize about what it could be like between us if things were different, but this is what I would have dreamed up. Being with this man was pretty much perfect.
“Let’s go get cleaned up,” he says, breaking the kiss and pulling his head back to meet my eyes.
We both slowly rise from the bed. The man takes hold of my hand as we
make our way to the bathroom.
“They never give you enough fucking towels,” he mutters in annoyance, opening the shower door and turning it on. “Stay in here.”
The man leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Wrapping my arms around my chest for warmth, I move over toward the door and try and listen. He’s picked up the phone and is speaking fucking Mandarin into it.
He slams it down onto its receiver, and I quickly scurry over toward the closed toilet seat and sit down, wrapping my arms around my knees.
“Let’s get you into the shower,” he says, walking back into the bathroom. Unfolding myself, I take his offered hand and walk into the steaming hot water. Once inside, I shiver as it hits my chilled skin.
The man pulls me against his chest and rubs my back gently. “Are you warming up?”
“Yes,” I answer, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting myself enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in his arms. I can hate myself later for it, right now I’m going to take full advantage of the man I have in front of me. That includes giving into the gentle, sweet side that keeps appearing.
“Good.” He steps away and grabs the bar of soap. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Spread your legs, Princess.”
Biting my lip, I widen my stance. This is the man who has touched, tasted, watched, and fucked me, but for some insane reason, I feel nervous—shy.
“Good girl,” he whispers, crouching down in front of me and roughly beginning to run his soapy hands up and down my legs. I grab onto his shoulders to steady myself. There is no seduction in his touch when he reaches the apex of my thighs and runs a hand between my legs.
Once he’s satisfied with my cleanliness, he stands and begins cleaning himself. The words offering to do it for him are on my lips, but I can’t seem to bring myself to utter them. That seems a step beyond into utter madness. I should want nothing to do with this man, not be fantasizing about stroking his cock and balls, feeling the weight of them in my hand. Fucking insanity. I shake my head and begin rinsing my hair while I wait for him to finish.