Big Package_A Dark Vixens Novella

by Vivien Vale

"Is that so?" I ask. "Well, you needn't feel that way. It's only money."

  "No, Liam, you don't understand. I don't dine in places like this. I eat frozen dinners like every night."

  I laugh. Her humility is humorous and becoming.

  "So you don't like my choice?" I tease.

  "The decor in here inspires me. As a designer, aesthetics are everything."

  “Then you will love my penthouse. It was designed by one of the foremost architects in the city."

  "I'm sure I will," she says.

  "How about we order some wine? I know they have a great vintage here," I offer.

  "Yes, that'd be great."

  She looks a little nervous and the apprehension turns me on. My cock is getting hard beneath my pants and it's starting to get uncomfortable sitting here like this. I wish I could take her to the powder room and fuck her brains out. But no, Claire's a lady and I will treat her as such, for the time being.

  The waiter comes over and I order a bottle of their finest red.

  Soon we are dining and drinking, and it feels like the perfect evening.

  "So, how's your campaign going for Velvet Luxe?" Claire asks.

  I think about her question for a minute and decide how much I should divulge.

  "It's going really well, actually. My team is working hard on it," I say.

  "Mine too," she says over a sip of wine. "Actually, it's just me. I don't want anybody touching this project except for me. It's that important and it's that exciting."

  "I guess that makes us different, doesn't it?" I say to her, probing her for reaction. "You see, I tend to delegate and to trust my people.

  She looks slightly pissed.

  "I trust my team, Liam. But I also like to get my hands dirty in the creative process."

  "Like I said, we're different," I say.

  "I guess we are," is all she says.

  I have a feeling she doesn't respect the way I work. This could be our biggest point of contention. But I know that by doing everything herself, Claire is setting herself up for failure. It's important to commission work to other people. This, I think, is why her company is failing.

  I'm anxious to turn the conversation away from work. I know Evan wants me to spy on her and to try to gain access to her ideas, but I know I won't be able to do that over dinner. There's no way she's gonna tell me what she's working on.

  Instead, I turn the conversation away from work to something more substantial. I want to take the opportunity to get to know her.

  "So where did you go to school?" I ask.

  "Oh, a design school on the West Coast. From there I made it my mission to build up my own company. I never wanted to work for a suit, in the corporate world, and I still don't," she says.

  She says the words and I know she's referring to me. I'm the ultimate suit.

  "Well, the corporate world isn't so bad. There are perks, vacations, a gym, and a very ample bonus structure."

  Her blue eyes stare directly into my own and I feel the heat, the connection between us.

  "I'm not interested in that. I'm interested in working in a flexible, innovative environment. I'm inspired by beauty, not the money," she says without flinching.

  Again, she's so direct. I'm not sure if I love it or hate it. I have a mind to bend her over my knee and to spank that tight little ass.

  Every time she defies me and opposes what I say, it makes me want her more. It makes me want to dominate her into submission. Let her try to resist me then.

  This has been an interesting evening, but it's not over yet. Internally, I make it my personal mission to make sure that Claire will be begging for it tonight.

  We finish our wine and I offer to take her on a little stroll around the city before going back to my penthouse.

  Claire

  I hear the clacking of our shoes along the pavement and the crunching of the leaves underneath our feet as we walk, with no real destination in mind—or at least, not to my knowledge.

  The air is crisp enough that I’d be uncomfortable without my jacket on, but right now, I’m toasty and content with it draped across my shoulders.

  The company isn’t too bad, as well.

  Liam is such a fucking dashing guy—although he is intimidating with his expensive tastes. Thankfully, tonight, I’m enjoying our quaint, aimless stroll around the city—as opposed to being wined and dined like usual. I feel like I really have a chance to get to know him better in quiet, genuine moments like this.

  We walk a couple of blocks in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. Not long into our stroll, the breeze really starts picking up, the whistle of the night’s wind starting to blow.

  It passes through us, and my dress waves effortlessly along, making me well aware of how easy-access I am tonight. I wonder if Liam has noticed, too…

  The mere thought has me burning with desire.

  I imagine his hands trailing along the length of my thigh, gripping my skirt and pushing it up, higher and higher until my pussy is protected only by thin fabric—

  Get it together, Claire! I scold myself. Live in the fucking moment, would you?

  I feel my cheeks flush red when Liam suddenly turns to me. “Is there anywhere you’d like to go? Any particular thing you want to see?”

  “Oh, no. Not really. I’m following your lead tonight,” I respond, thankful for the interruption of my thoughts.

  He raises an eyebrow at me and gives me a dazzling smile.

  I wonder what he has in mind?

  We continue walking, and more and more, I enjoy the scenic path we’ve decided to take. There are many trees stripping themselves of their leaves, beautiful colors all around, and tall, old buildings—the kind with so much character that you just can’t tear them down to make room for new ones.

  I am completely captivated by this sight, by the breeze, by the subdued romanticism of everything that’s happening—which is why I’m caught off guard when Liam suddenly presses me against a wall.

  He touches his lips to mine. Yet another pleasant interruption.

  Surprised, I gasp before immediately kissing him back.

  His lips are full and soft. Every feature of his is spectacular, but there’s just something about those lips.

  His tongue finds mine, and as the two dance together, the wind comes whistling through again...but this time I’m so warm I barely notice it, not until I feel air where my skirt should be.

  As we kiss, Liam hovers over me. I lift my leg to his crotch and rub my knee against his hard cock, bulging through his pants. His hands find my thigh, just like in my fantasies, except his hand right now is sliding smoothly higher, coming closer and closer to my sopping wet pussy.

  Fuck.

  Suddenly, we hear footsteps.

  Fuck fuck fuck.

  Muttering to himself, Liam withdraws, flashes me a mischievous grin, and pulls me away from the wall, so we can go back to walking.

  I go along with him, but my heart is beating several miles a minute from that intense kiss—and from almost getting caught.

  We walk, hand in hand for about another block. I look over at Liam, and he looks back. Our eyes meet, and our mutual desire is clear and present.

  If there’s one thing I’ve learned about smoking hot billionaires, it’s that they tend to get what they want, when they want it.

  Liam tugs me into a dark alleyway, where he pushes me once more against a building. He starts making out with me passionately.

  His hands explore my body. They start at my waist, and travel up and down my sides, stimulating my most sensitive areas. He brings them up and gropes my tits firmly, and I’m sure he feels my rock hard nipples through my dress.

  I arch my back and press my pussy against his cock. I can be impatient, too.

  In fact, I’m hungry for him. I need to feel him inside me.

  Liam takes his hand and presses it between my legs, resting right against my cunt. I almost come right there for him, my clit is so swollen and sensitive from the
sexual tension.

  He slides my panties to the side and teases my pussy lips, already drenched in my own arousal. The suspense alone is enough to make me want to come with a single flick, but I hold out as he starts rubbing my clit.

  I moan wildly, making him rub harder and faster. He starts kissing my neck, and I melt in his arms. He places his arm on my waist to anchor me and then plunges two fingers into my slick pussy.

  “Fuck, Liam, fuck!”

  He has my back pushed hard against this brick building. Liam’s aggressiveness turns me on like nothing else does. As he pumps his fingers in me, I thrust my hips to him, getting him inside me as deep as possible.

  I feel my entire body tingling, and from head to toe, start feeling jolts of orgasm course through my limbs. I hold Liam tight as I ride through a crashing wave of ecstasy.

  “Fuuuuuuuuck!” I moan, my eyes shut against the pleasure.

  Liam slows his fingers and pulls them out from me. I pant and try to regain my footing on my own.

  A single thought nestles in my brain: I want more.

  I drop to my knees, bringing myself eye level with Liam’s crotch. I pull out his hard, thick, long, throbbing cock and, of course, marvel at its size and beauty before anything else. What a fucking perfect cock.

  I welcome the tip of his cock into my mouth and rotate my head, twisting my mouth as I slide in the shaft. He moans in delight. Hearing him, I sense my pussy getting even wetter.

  He flexes his hips towards my face, and starts humping as I bob my head on his giant cock. He starts running his hands through my hair, grazing his nails against my scalp as my mouth pleases his cock.

  “Fuck yes, Claire. Fucking suck that.”

  Liam continues to thrust against my face, fucking my mouth in this empty, dark alleyway. Anyone could appear at any time and see us here, and the thrill of that makes my mouth water even more. I moan at the thought as his cock continues to glide in and out of my throat.

  Suddenly, Liam tears his cock from my mouth. Surprised, I release a whimper at the sudden absence of his fantastic cock.

  He moves to help me stand up and then spins me around. My hands are pressed against the tall building, and my ass is pushed out, my back arched.

  I feel the tip of Liam’s cock positioned at the entrance of my pussy.

  Oh my god. We’re really doing it here, the realization hits me.

  I never thought I’d be the kind of girl to have her ass out in public, dripping wet, waiting to be fucked.

  “Beg for it, Claire.”

  Oh my god.

  “Please, Liam. Fuck me. Please.”

  I’m ready for him to take me to another level, right here and now.

  I push back against him, and he responds by pushing fully inside of me. I let out a loud, shameless moan and scrape my nails against the building.

  Liam brings his hands around my waist as he pumps into me. He presses his firm, muscular torso against my back and brings his face close to my ear.

  “You’re going to get us noticed out here with all that noise, Claire,” he whispers to me.

  Shit, he’s right. I let out a quieter moan to let him know I can’t stand his fucking. It feels too good.

  “Don’t worry. I like it when a girl’s not afraid to get caught,” he adds as he starts fucking me harder and faster.

  He moves his hands to my hips and starts pulling me against his cock as he fucks me. I thought sex was great before Liam, but this is fucking phenomenal.

  I push my ass out further for him, pushing my own hands hard against the side of the building. I moan and whine as his cock quickly shoves in and out of my cunt.

  Liam’s fucking me so hard that my tits are bouncing out of my dress and practically hitting me in the face with each violent, perfect thrust. He brings his face close to me again.

  “Come for me, Claire,” he orders. And of course, I oblige him.

  I collapse at his cock and my pussy gushes cum. I feel it spewing from my cunt.

  “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

  “Fuck, yes. Good girl.”

  As I orgasm, I feel Liam’s cock twitching and throbbing hard against my pussy walls. He explodes, filling my pussy with his cum. It mixes with mine and gushes from my pussy as he pulls out.

  I’m panting, my chest rising and falling, and I let out one final moan when he smacks me in the ass.

  Liam

  Still dripping with bother her cum and mine, Claire swivels around to hug me.

  For a second, I’m almost surprised, but the one feeling I’m capable of right now is sheer bliss. Where else am I supposed to find a girl that would let me make her cum in an alleyway?

  As she fixes her dress and her panties, she bends down in front of me and scoops up cum that’s run down her leg and licks it from her finger. I can see her pushing it around her mouth with her tongue.

  I feel my cock twitch as I watch the smile slowly spread on her face. I can’t help but bring my lips to hers.

  Soon, I’m enjoying the taste of her cum mixed with mine as we swap it back and forth between our mouths.

  We end the exchange with the cum in her mouth, and I watch her as she swallows it down. She smiles again and licks her lips.

  “Well, Claire,” I say. “Would you like to continue to our next stop?”

  “Oh, there’s more?” she says, playing coy with me.

  She has no idea what kind of luxury I can provide her. I’m going to do all that I can to dazzle this woman—but for now, I think a trip back to my place is what we’re both looking for. There’s no denying the heat between us.

  That quick fuck didn’t smother the fire. It kindled it.

  “Of course there is, doll. Shall we head back to the limo?” I ask eagerly.

  “We shall,” she responds. She takes my hand, and we make our way to the car.

  We walk quietly, enjoying the sounds of the outdoors. The wind is whistling, there are leaves crunching beneath us or tumbling in the wind, and to top it all off are the various sounds of people and cars finding their way out and about tonight. It’s pleasant.

  When we arrive back at the limousine, I am quick to pull the door open. It’s important to me to be chivalrous to a lady; there’s not enough gentlemen out there. She climbs in, and I follow suit.

  As I lean my body down to get into the car behind her, her ass is sticking right in my face. Holy fuck, what an ass. I have an overwhelming desire to introduce my face as her seat.

  I swallow down my own desire for a moment and allow her to get comfortable in the car, sitting next to her and rubbing her leg once my chauffeur starts driving.

  “I do hope you’re enjoying yourself, Claire. I want this to be a pleasant evening for you,” I say sincerely.

  “I wouldn’t be here with you still if I wasn’t enjoying myself, silly,” she responds.

  “Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I reply, grinning.

  She smiles at me, and I don’t know if she’s trying to get my dick hard with that smile on purpose, but it’s working. My hand grips her thigh tighter. I casually move my hand up to her ass and start caressing the side of it.

  I lean in and kiss her passionately. She opens her mouth and allows my tongue to greet hers. As they dance together, I pull her body on top of mine.

  She sits on my lap, straddling my legs. Her pussy is grinding against my cock through our clothes as we make out. My hands run across her back until it reaches that that plump, sexy ass.

  She rolls herself off of the seat of the limo and sticks her ass out, kneeling on the floor. She takes her dress off, revealing her perfect curves, before settling on all fours on the floor, with her legs parted slightly.

  I bring myself off of the seat and down to my knees on the floor in front of her. I hook my fingers on her panties before sliding them down her body.

  I guide them off of her feet and throw them behind us. She looks back, grinning, before wiggling her big, round ass.

  I grab a cheek in each of my hands and grope her
flawless ass, enjoying every inch of her skin against my fingers. I rub my hands over the surface of her butt and trace my fingers through the crease where her ass meets her thighs.

  I spread her butt cheeks apart, revealing her tiny, puckered butthole. I bring my face in and flick my tongue against it.

  She moans for me, and I give it another flick, this time harder, before inserting my tongue just slightly into her ass. She responds by arching her back and relaxing her hole for me.

  I go in harder, pushing my tongue in and out of her asshole. I slather my saliva all over her hole, getting it primed for something more intense.

  I kneel for a moment and unzip my pants and lower them, unleashing my cock. It’s already rock hard. I rub my spit on it, lubing myself up.

  Claire moans loudly as I enter her. My cock glides right into her tight, tiny asshole, and I love every second of it. She pushes herself onto me, impatient for me to shove my full length inside of her.

  I grab her hips and thrust in and out of her ass. She has her face down to the floor and is whimpering and panting at the feeling of my cock in her ass.

  “Fuck, Liam fuck yes, fuck.” She’s almost incoherent, clawing at the floor and moaning my name repeatedly.

  Fuck, I love hearing her moan for me. Listening to her enjoy my cock, feeling her submit to me—watching her lose it on the floor of my limo almost makes me cum then and there.

  Still inside her, I lift her to the seat and spin her over. Her ass hangs from the edge of the seat. Her legs are spread wide to either side.

  I take my forearms and push them against her legs, getting an even better angle for my cock to bury deep inside her ass. I watch her eyes and mouth widen as I fuck her hard and deep.

  “FUUUUUUCK!” she screams. I manage a chuckle as I fuck her mercilessly, my pelvis slamming against her.

  Within moments, Claire is squinting and screaming, “I’m coming!”

  I eagerly welcome her orgasm and continue fucking her as she breaks out in short, frequent pants and moans.

  She cries out, moaning loud. As she climaxes, I feel my cock pulsing, my own orgasm imminent.

  Claire brings her hands up to her jiggling tits, and gropes them hard as I thrust into her. As her fingers twist her nipples, my own build-up releases, flooding Claire’s ass with my cum.