The actual sight of it is a million times better than I ever could have hoped. It feels so fucking good.
In a goddamn heartbeat, I feel my balls tighten and a tingle start at the base of my spine, spiraling out as I feel myself getting ready to explode.
My grip on her head tightens and I fuck her mouth harder and faster, torn between the need to empty my cum down her throat and the need to draw this out as long as possible.
Indecision wars within me, but in the end, I don’t have a choice.
Because just as I start to pull out, Sienna shakes her head slightly, her eyes looking up at me while she takes my massive cock in her mouth. Then she swallows, her throat massaging my cock in a way that leaves me totally at her mercy.
Combined with the vision of her gorgeous face staring up at me, her eyes dark and hungry with desire, I don’t stand a chance. I let go of her head and brace myself again on the glass wall, then empty myself down her throat as the almost violent orgasm rips through me.
I’m left gasping for breath as I stare down at her. When she’s swallowed every last drop of cum, she pulls my cock from her mouth, licking the dripping tip for good measure, then stands up. Her breath is ragged and her golden hair is wild from where my hands were tangled in it, but there’s no mistaking the look of satisfaction on her face.
“Or, Mr. Asher,” she smirks, “perhaps it’s you who’s mine.”
Then she starts to step aside as if she’s done here.
I growl. This fucking girl is going to be the death of me.
I’m the one in charge. Always.
So why does her need to maintain some bit of control have my cock already—or still, really—rock hard and ready to go again?
I grab her dress and yank it up, exposing her pussy. And fuck, it’s so pink and swollen and glistening. I drag my eyes away from it for a moment to pin her with a hard glare.
“Still not done with you.”
I grab her by the hips and lift her up, this time trapping her against the glass with nothing but my rock-hard torso. Then I slam my cock inside her.
Sienna
Leo has me pinned against the glass again, his cock deep inside my pussy, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.
His cock is massive. I swear it has to be ten inches long. And it’s so thick that it fills me completely, stretches me until I’m clenched tightly around him, gripping his cock like we were made for this.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder as he stays there inside of me, holding still for a moment while I adjust to how large he is. “You’re so fucking tight.”
It’s not the first time I’ve slept with Leo, but it might as well be. I’ve never been with another man as big as he is, and oh my fucking god, I must have forgotten how crazy awesome it is when he’s buried in me balls deep.
Leo stays there for the span of a few heartbeats, then he tilts his head and watches me while he slides back out and slams into me again, just as hard as before.
I cry out and grip his shoulders while he continues to drill into me, holding me up against the window with nothing more than the strength of his body and the power of his thrusts.
Again and again, Leo slams me back against the glass, and every time it feels even better than the last as I quickly feel my body building right up to another orgasm.
Fuck, how many times is he going to make me come tonight?
My fingers dig into his tanned flesh, scratching and clawing as I try to hang on while he takes me on one of the wildest rides of my life.
“Ah,” I moan, “God, Leo, I’m gonna come.”
He’s already got me teetering on the brink.
One hand on my ass, he spreads my cheeks and teases my tight little hole, never slowing the pace of his cock driving me higher and higher.
I jerk away reflexively, unsure about what he’s doing. No man has ever touched me there.
“Leo…” I look at him warily.
“Shh,” he says. “Just enjoy it.”
I swallow hard, but I can’t argue with him. I’m completely under his power. He could probably do anything to me he wanted right now. That’s how desperate I am for him.
I’m still having a hard time believing that we’re doing this.
First of all, that I’m even here with Leo. But more importantly, that we’re fucking up against the glass window of his penthouse in fucking Vegas.
The one time I had with Leo was all I thought I’d ever get after he left.
The time he took my virginity.
It was earth-shattering, and I can now admit that no man has ever come close to making me feel as amazing as he can—though I’ll only admit it to myself.
Yet here I am, getting another chance to let him ravage my body, claim it for his own, push all my boundaries.
Leo continues to tease my ass and fuck me hard, then he suddenly pushes just the tip of his finger inside, and I come totally fucking undone.
My head flies back against the window, my body convulses and shudders, thousands of pricks of electric heat stinging all up and down my skin. And my pussy clamps down on his thick cock, milking it aggressively as I come so hard my vision flickers for a moment.
Holy hell.
Never in my life have I come like that before. And it isn’t over. My pussy continues to pulse around Leo’s cock for what feels like an endless amount of time.
When the waves subside, I lift my head and look at his chiseled face, his dark eyes piercing as I stare at him shock.
“That was…just…oh my god,” I mumble, panting as I try to catch my breath. My heart still pumps furiously in my chest, the rushing blood still making my clit throb.
Leo doesn’t say anything, his face tense with restraint. He raises his hand and brushes my wild hair out of my face, his eyes dropping to my lips.
My tongue darts out to wet them.
He hasn’t kissed me.
Not once.
Not when he finger fucked me into oblivion, not after I sucked him off, and not just now when he fucked me close to insanity.
But I wonder if he’s about to. I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to have Leo’s lips on mine. That’s been branded into my memory.
Both soft and punishing at the same time.
Demanding.
But giving at the same time.
My mouth drops open under his heated gaze, and I start to lean forward.
But then his jaw clenches and he grabs me by the ass with both hands and yanks me harder onto his cock, pulling me away from the window. My legs lock around his waist and my arms around his neck as he holds me up and walks me into what I’m assuming is his bedroom.
I cling to him, boneless from the orgasm that just wreaked havoc on my entire being.
“Leo,” I moan as he tosses me off his cock and onto the middle of his huge bed. Before I have a chance to move or protest the sudden emptiness in my pussy, he grabs me by the hips and flips me around.
Leo pull my thighs, bringing me to the edge of the bed, my ass in the air, no doubt giving him a perfect view of my pussy dripping with cum.
“Fuck,” he growls again. “Sienna do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are? How sexy? I want to fuck you all night.”
Yes, please. He can fuck me until forever for all I care. If we just stay here like this and never leave, I’m totally okay with that.
Running a hand over my back, down my spine, he palms my hips, then shocks me yet again by giving me a quick, hard slap on one cheek.
I gasp, taken totally off guard. But oh fuck, the way my skin tingles and stings from where he slapped me feels just as good as the fire that raced over me when he made me come.
I bite my lip, knowing if I don’t I might beg him to do it again.
But I don’t have to.
He does, his other hand coming down on the other side and making a loud thwack as he sends another shot of pleasure straight to my pussy.
I gush. I’m so wet right now that I can feel
my juices running down my thighs.
“You like that, baby?” Leo’s voice is deep and dangerous.
I nod.
“Let me hear you say it.”
God, he sure does love to make me talk. He must get off to hearing me telling him what I like, and especially to hearing me beg for it.
I know exactly what he wants to hear, how dirty he wants me to be. And I don’t even bother defying him right now. Because all I want is for him to sink back into my hungry pussy so I stop aching so bad for him.
“I love it, Leo. So fucking much. Now stop talking and fuck me already.”
He chuckles, and the rumbling sound makes my clit quiver.
“You want this cock, baby? You want me to give it to you again?”
“Yes,” I say, begging at this point.
He pushes my shoulders down low so my back is arched, and I can see him through my spread thighs as he wraps his fist around the base of his cock, then drags it through my drenched, dripping pussy lips.
We both groan, but he doesn’t give me what I want yet. I push back against him, my pussy opening for him, telling him hey, get the fuck in here.
He still continues to just tease me with his cock, driving me mad with the need to have it inside of me again.
“Please, Leo. Make me yours.”
The words must unleash something within him. The next thing I know, his fingers are digging into my hips as he rams his cock into my pussy, this angle even better than before. I feel impossibly fuller. And it’s just what I needed.
My breath comes in quick pants as he fucks me hard and fast, frenetically, almost desperately.
In seconds, I’m coming again, gripping his cock so hard I can feel every ridge as he glides in and out of my pussy.
And, fuck, then so is he. I feel Leo tense, his fingers digging into my skin as he drives into me with one last hard thrust. I feel hot, powerful jets of his cum fill me up. Over and over again his cock throbs deep inside of me, pumping me so full of cum that it flows out and runs down my legs, mingling with my own sticky cum.
We both collapse in a heap on the bed and lie there for I don’t know how long, our hearts both thundering so hard I can feel his against my back.
After a while, I roll over, unsure what happens next. Does he send me back to my hotel room now? Does he keep me around and fuck me all night, like I hope?
Leo looks at me, his expression hard again, unreadable. I’m certain he’s going to tell me to leave. That my time as his whore for the night is over.
My chest clenches painfully because I really don’t want to hear that.
Then he does the one thing I didn’t expect. He grabs me by the chin, and presses his lips to mine.
He kisses me aggressively, all tongue and teeth, and it’s just like I’d expect from him.
Hard.
Punishing.
Angry.
But there’s also a hint of the Leo I used to know in that kiss. The kiss also has passion.
It feels giving while it’s demanding. Just like always.
It’s the first time I’ve kissed this man in ten years. And despite all the crazy sex we just had, it’s this right here that has me totally spinning out of control.
Leo
I leave the room early so as not to disturb Sienna.
This is so out of character for me but I just can’t help it, she looks like an angel when she sleeps.
It feels crazy to sneak around in my own apartment to get ready for the day because I’ve never, not even once, had a girl stay the night. They're always long gone before the sun's first rays hit Sin City.
I make them come and scream my name, and then I usher them right out the door.
Every woman I've had ends up clingy and begging for more...of me. But I just don't work that way. Giving myself to someone in any other way than physically was written off a long fucking time ago.
I need the excitement of the chase every single time or I grow bored.
So to have Sienna sleeping soundly in my bed is a new experience.
I'm not completely sure why I didn't kick her out and send her straight back to her hotel room. Maybe it's because of our history. She's an old friend and I’m looking out for her—that’s a totally valid reason to bend my standard rules.
And she's the sister of my childhood friend.
And she was in so shaken up last night.
I couldn't very well kick her out in that kind of condition. No, I'm very sure those are all great reasons this woman can be the one exception to my rule. It won't become a regular thing, that much is certain.
My private elevator descends the many floors to the administrative level. I'm dressed in my best Gucci suit, and as I walk out into the office lobby, my assistant meets me with black coffee and a list of the day's events. It's a morning ritual for us.
"Hey, Carly, how are you? How was your night?"
"Oh, Mr. Asher." She pushes her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "You know me, cozy nights in."
"You should really go out more. You could come to the casino and try your hand at the slots."
She blushes at my inquiry into her personal life but is quick to tell me, "Sir, we've had a call from the legal department and I think you really need to get back with them right away."
"Fine, fine." I brush it off.
They're always overly prudent about handling the business of the casino. Any number of things could go wrong, and someone is always threatening to sue us. I've got the best lawyers in town, though, and they always take care of what I need.
We walk through the office, decorated in the same modern style as the casino and resort. I'm proud of this place considering I supervised everything from the ground up.
We compete for first-class luxury with the likes of the Wynn and the Bellagio. Yes, Alchema has become a power player in this glittering town, and that’s no easy feat.
Carly follows me into my private office.
It's my little place of respite from the rigors of being the casino owner. At least here I can take off my mask and I don't have to constantly socialize with everyone. It can be draining to be one of the most sought after men in town.
I sit at my oversized oak desk. "Go ahead and call them for me, Carly. I'll be waiting."
I spin around in my chair and look at the view. My huge glass windows look out at the jungle scene we've created as part of the hotel's features, and then at the Strip beyond.
No one can view this part of the exhibit, but I can see the parrots and other exotic animals comfortably from my office. An inky black jaguar stalks by below me right now.
I chose him specifically as a rescue from a circus in Asia. His name is Midnight and here he can roam around without having to turn tricks or anything.
His powerful presence reminds me of my own. I know that with my authority comes much responsibility, and Midnight helps me to remember that. It's lonely at the top, but in him, I have a reflection of myself and that at least is something.
My phone rings and I answer, "What do you need?”
"Hi, Mr. Asher, this Mr. Mark Bryant from legal. We have some disturbing news."
If the head of the department is calling, this must be urgent.
"Well?" I ask impatiently, sitting forward in my chair.
"Someone has given a tip to the police that Alchema, and by extension you, are involved in some sort of prostitution ring."
"What?" I say, completely floored. Nothing could be more outrageous than this.
"I have my associate, a Mr. Elliott, coming by your office right now with the compelling evidence."
"Wait a minute," I say confused. "What possible evidence could there be? It's fake. You can’t produce evidence about something that doesn’t exist."
He clears his throat and is obviously uncomfortable with the nature of the conversation.
I'm not worried.
The story's completely fabricated, so there can’t be any real evidence.
Besides, stuff like this co
mes across my desk every day. It may not be prostitution but someone is always trying to bring me down. It comes with the territory.
When you're a powerful, successful businessman, people get jealous and want to knock you down from your lofty position.
"Fine,” I sigh. “I'll see Mr. Elliott and get back to you. The story has no merit, though, you must know that."
"Yes, yes of course, Mr. Asher. Of course. I’ll talk to you soon. Goodbye."
I wait and watch the jungle scene with fascination from behind the thick glass that insulates me from any danger. It's easy to look upon wild things from a safe distance. The danger lies in venturing out beyond the prescribed limits.
That's how I feel about Sienna.
Right now, she's tucked away safely in my bed, probably ordering room service by now.
But she’s wild and untamed. Her nature is fiery. And it would be a mistake to go there again. I need a woman I can control and someone that I don't have to get emotionally involved with. It can't be Sienna, it just that simple.
Carly’s voice interrupts my thoughts. "Mr. Asher, I have Mr. Elliott here."
“Send him in.”
The man is a weakling, small with sharp features. His pinstripe suit is a tad wrinkled and I wonder how the best law firm in town doesn't represent themselves better than this.
"Hello, man, what have you got for me? Something about prostitution?" I’m almost amused at the idea.
Elliott clears his throat. "I'm afraid, sir, that there is corroborating evidence."
I gesture for him to take a seat and he does. I see his small eyes widen in fear as Midnight walks by the window at my back. That's one way to exude power, to have a panther at your back.
Despite his fear at the impressive beast, he tries to gather himself and he slides an envelope across the desk to me. I open it.
Fuck.
There are pictures of Sienna with that old dirtbag from last night. And there are damning photos of the two of us entering my elevator together.
"Who took these?" I ask, anger rising in my blood.
"Apparently that man in the photos with the young girl is an informant. He works directly with the police, and they’re trying to build a case against you for harboring a prostitution ring. Now, you know our firm values discretion above all else and we don't care what your...business is."
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