by Amy Brent
Josie had taken a page from his book, grabbing onto the bottle of champagne and downing half of it in one swallow. Things were getting crazy and there was no need for this to ever end. She wanted to take off her clothes and let him bend her to his will. It was going to get rough and she was going to make him do it right the first time. She was going to tell him what she liked and be damned the consequences of trying to lead him by the hand. “I want you to spin me around and then I will bend over and let you kiss my ass.” She felt his huge body move her around with ease, until she was standing once again, but with her ass up against his face. She bent at an angle and looked at where he was now holding her open and stabbing her repeatedly with the long angle of his tongue.
“I hope that you’re ready for my kind of tough love.” Payton had no regrets about his life. The millions that he was already getting from his contract with the sharks paled in comparison to his investment portfolio. He had billions and this was a secret that he had never revealed to any one. He really didn’t need the contract to be that lucrative, but he wasn’t about to roll over and play dead like some sort of dog. He allowed those that worked for him to work out the details. He would’ve probably accepted anything to play the sport that he loved, but his agent was dead set on making it something legendary.
The feel of his fingers slipping in and out of her was amazing. She wanted it to continue for, as long as possible. She was close to having that moment and watching his eager face and the way that he was enjoying himself was too much. She actually enjoyed watching him, more than she did feeling his fingers and it was the combination of both of those things that took her over the top. “I’m ready for it… God damn… I’ve been ready for it from the moment that I saw you from across the room.” Her legs were shaky with her knees knocking. It was a wonder that she didn’t just face plant into the glass coffee table in front of her.
Payton felt that she was close and it wouldn’t take much to make it happen. It came in the form of his tongue circling her clit and then pulling it with his teeth. He was grazing along its surface to get her to let out a banshee cry that could probably shatter glass.
Josie fell back against him with her ass against his face and her hands now holding onto the top of the sofa. She grinded in a circle, enjoying keeping him in his place, but it was the thumping member of his sex that caught her attention. She caught her second wind and then she bent over once more, but this time she traced the outline of his love stick with first her eyes and then with her nimble fingers. She opened the zipper and saw the bulge obscenely showing its girth. His excitement that was quite evident by the moisture that had spread with a stain at where the head was currently pressing up against the waistband.
Josie grabbed onto the bottle of champagne and poured herself another one from the long neck. She turned it towards his mouth and he opened like some sort of lap dog. His outstretched tongue caught the liquid and she watched, as a lot of it drizzled down over his well defined chest. The hairs were soaked in it and the rivers that followed made a beeline for his belt line.
“I think…that we should slow things down a little.” She could almost hear the sigh of resignation. He didn’t like that she was putting the brakes on, but what he didn’t realize was that she was only teasing. “You can’t possibly think that I was serious. I’m too far gone to give a damn about anything, but my own pleasure and yours.” She flicked her fingernail at the split down the middle in his underwear. The red material separated and she caught her breath, as she got her first look at the product of what his mother gave him or maybe it was his father.
“I’m so glad that you said that, Josie. I thought that you were one of the many that balked at being with a real man. You scared me into thinking that you decided that you didn’t want any part of it. You don’t know how many times I’ve dealt with little girls, instead of real women that knew what they wanted and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” Her hair was dragging along his pant legs. He could see her upside down about to try a position that seemed a little difficult.
“You’re not the only one that has been famished. I’ve been looking for something delicious to eat and I believe that you might just have the kind of protein that I’m looking for.” She easily devoured half of that link of sausage, tickling the underside and that vein that seemed to be throbbing out of control. She drooled all the way down the length of it, paying particular attention to the heavy laden balls that were currently encased in that red fabric. She was no stranger to deepthroating a cock and she was about to show Payton that the other girls were not in her league.
“Whoa…what the hell…you did that without even blinking.” Payton was beside himself and he took that bottle of liquor and poured the cold substance on to his shaft and her tongue at the same time. She licked it up readily and greedily, moaning around his shaft and causing this vibration that made his balls boil with the hot semen within. “I think that I just might have found me somebody that can match my oversexed behavior.” He lifted his hips and pulled back with a sheen of her salvia making him shine with the glistening droplets left behind.
It wasn’t the first time that Josie had a man try to run away from her. She could be a little overwhelming, but that wasn’t going to stop her from having her man. She pushed him down and straddled him with his sex giving her a very interesting kiss. The wet sticky point of his instrument was tracing a line down her slit. She sank down his pole like a fireman going down to the rescue of some kitten in a tree.
The liquor was making things fuzzy, but she could vividly feel the love muscle being strangled by her pussy. She squeezed those muscles and made his eyes go wide with the implications of what she was trying to make happen.
“You really don’t think that you can make me cum on command. I think that I have a little bit more self control than that.” Holding her ass cheeks in the palm of his hands, he began to bounce her to the rhythm of his hips coming off the sofa and slamming into her over and over again. The smacking sound of their flesh caused them to kiss hotly, pulling at each other’s tongue and making this one of the most enticing and unpredictable moments of both of their lives.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Payton, but I can’t seem to get enough of you. I think that it has something to do with the fantasy and believe me the fantasy doesn’t even compare to reality. I never knew that you had this kind of equipment and I certainly didn’t know that you knew how to use it the right way. Most guys think that just stroking into a woman is enough, but oral sex is exactly what you said it was. You master that and any woman will crawl over broken glass to show you their appreciation.” She was leaving him breathless and raking down his chest with her fingernails had only made it more difficult on him.
“I don’t believe it. If you’re not careful, you’re going to leave me in pieces.” He was slightly worried that she was going to break the skin, but what he didn’t realize was that this was not her first rodeo. Riding a man to completion was an art form and one that she required complete concentration. “I can feel you working me over and I have no idea how you’re doing that. I don’t know, if I’m coming or going, but I got a feeling that you’re going to find out sooner than later.” The liquor was causing him to move with the motion of a man possessed by a woman that had turned me into a gibbering idiot.
He found his manhood by turning her over and placing her feet onto his shoulders. He looked down to see that they were joined at the hip and the feeling was indescribable. He pushed forward with his knees planted on the leather couch. He buried himself repeatedly and watched her face turn from mild amusement to orgasmic contortions. Her eyes were closed and she was throwing her head from side to side, while he appealed to her sexual nature.
They were already sweaty and it didn’t even occur to them that time meant absolutely nothing. In their inebriated state, they could continue to give, as good as they were getting. “I’ve been sick of the same old kind of sex. It’s boring. I need a real man that can take control�
��take control.” She licked her lips to find any kind of moisture, as she screamed and buried her teeth into his neck through the shirt that was hanging barely on his frame.
He could feel the motion of her sex going out of control. His knob was flared like that of a beast ready to let go. He tried to hold on, but then it became an effort just to keep going an inch at a time. He felt like they needed time, so he did the only thing that he could under the circumstances. He pulled free to see that he was on the edge. The color of his shaft had turned this angry purple and the knob looked like it was going to explode at any second. “I don’t want to ruin this and you deserve better than that. I can make this something more than what I have with other girls. I should just take you and fuck you, until I cum inside that sweet little hole of yours. For some reason I want to prolong that from happening. I want to enhance this experience and leave you with a lasting reminder of our time together.” He didn’t dare touch himself, or that would’ve been the last thing that he would ever do.
Josie was looking at him strangely and couldn’t quite believe that he had the forethought to pull away at the last second. She saw that it was throbbing and in need of some kind of relief, but he was denying himself that pleasure for the sake of making this last longer. She was tempted to grab it and to see it fire off like a cannon, but what she wanted most of all was for her idol to man up.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t just throw your hands up in defeat. This is my idea of celebrating and living my life. I think that it’s time that we hit the floor. We can do it like they do on the discovery channel.” She could see the confusion in his eyes, but that turned to elation, as she got into the position of the doggy style. She wiggled her butt and winked at him over her shoulder. She had her hands over the glass coffee table with her breasts pressing into the surface. Her nipples were squashed underneath her, but then she felt his hands touching her and then peeling away her resistance.
“Never let it be said that I don’t give the girl what she wants.” The scuffing of his knees on the wood underneath him was nothing. The liquor that was inducing this kind of reaction had also caused him to feel no pain. The only thing that he was worried about was how long he was going to last, as he buried himself and held still with the quivering lips now working him into a frenzy.
“I’m going to take it all night and I’m going to be the last one standing.” This was her personal dare to make him work his best and not phone it in for the sake of his own pleasure. “I just want it all and I’m not going to settle for second best. Put your hands on my ass and fuck me hard. Oh yeah…I can feel your shaft inside me. If I were to touch your balls at this precise moment, I doubt that you would be able to hold back.” Payton was paying homage to her body like no man had ever done before. She had fears that this night would be a dismal disappointment, but it wasn’t even close to that.
“I hope that you will remember…MEEEEEEE.” Payton was gritting his teeth and trying every trick in the book to stop himself from feeling that overload of stimulus. She gave him that wink and smile. Seeing her beautiful lips crimson was the one thing that made him powerless. He had her wrapped around his finger from the moment that they met. He was the bad boy and he was determined to make her scream again.
It was the definition of her spine and the contour of the small of her back not to mention the soft cushion of her ass that had the desired effect. He was rock hard. He really didn’t believe that he had ever been this hard in his life. It was like all the blood from the rest of his body had now joined in on the action.
“You have the type of loving that I’ve been looking for all of my life, Payton. Give in to that need to fill me with your seed and make me feel every single spurt. I want it and there’s no way that you are going to hold on to something that belongs to me.” She came again and she had lost count of how many times she had rounded that mountain to the other side. She was splayed out there on top of the coffee table making quite the sight.
“Oh fuck it… I don’t think that I could hold back, even if I…wanted to…YESSSSSSS.” That creamy essence that he had been storing up had come out of him with an onrush that caught him by surprise. He grunted and moaned, digging his fingers into the pliant flesh of Josie’s ample exterior. She was not like any other woman. He figured that she was only more to handle. He had never been into bigger girls, but Josie was slowly changing his mind in a big way. She was irresistible and there was no way that he could stop himself from claiming her, as his own.
The liquor continued to flow and they found themselves acting out of character. Nobody could stop them from doing these insane things and most often than not, the people that saw them acting this way was only fueling the fire by encouraging them.
Chapter four
They both awoke on a heart shaped bed with red silk sheets draping them. She had her head on his chest and he was lying there completely satiated and unable to voice his pleasure. His mouth felt like he had cotton balls in it and then he slowly raised her enough that he was able to climb out from underneath her.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his hands up to his face. This was one bender that he would never forget. He turned to see Josie lying there with the lower half of her body exposed. He touched her bare thigh and heard her squeal of delight. He was tempted to wake her up in a different fashion, but decided that last night was more than enough to keep them both satisfied for quite some time.
He hovered over her, took her hand and kissed each individual finger, until his eyes came wide with surprise at seeing the rock on her finger. It was a huge diamond and then in a flash of memory he remembered walking down the aisle like some drunken person wearing a cheesy white tuxedo that barely fit him. He saw that same tuxedo lying on the floor and that was when he came to the painful conclusion that they were now linked by not only their physical desire, but by the legal hand of god.
“What is wrong with you? You look like you have seen…what the hell is that on my finger? No fucking way. We did not get married last night. Almighty god… This has to be the biggest mistake of my life. I never wanted more than just this one time and I hope that you didn’t think that I did any of this on purpose.” She grabbed for her clothes which were easy to find in a line going down the stairs of the penthouse suite. “I can’t believe that we did something, as foolish and cliché as getting married. That only happens in the movies.” She stopped with her pink pair of panties in her hands. They weren’t even the same ones that she was wearing when she met him.
“Um, I seem to recall that we stopped off at this boutique and did some window shopping. I think that even Victoria secret had a few things that were to your liking. I remember using my credit card and feeling your lipstick that you just bought planted on my mouth.” Payton was still naked and his junk was swinging back and forth between his legs. He was not ashamed of how he looked. He didn’t give a damn if this made anybody uncomfortable. “You don’t have to leave right away. I do need a way to get in contact with you, so that we can dissolve this marriage.” He didn’t want to be that blunt, but he had no aspirations to have that ball and chain around his ankle.
“Trust me, I want this done and over with, as much as you do. We were only meant to have a wild time together and then go our separate ways. I don’t think that anything has changed.” She looked at him to make sure that he hadn’t fallen head over heels. He was shaking his head and she took that, as confirmation that this was any ill conceived idea that they had come up with under the influence of the alcohol. “I have to go, but I’ve left you my cell phone number.” She scribbled it down on a pad by the telephone. She stopped momentarily to look at the view of the city from the balcony.
Payton wanted to say something more, but wasn’t sure how to say what was on his mind. He was worried that he would do something that would make her hate him. For whatever reason, he didn’t want that to happen. She was at the door about to do the walk of shame with her hair in disarray in a way that anybody would know that she had sp
ent the night in the company of a stranger.
“Call me with the details of the annulment. If it all possible, you can send it to my e-mail address and we can work things out and get this done.” There was a small part of her that was happy to be married to him, but she couldn’t admit that to herself. She wanted to leave this in the past and she left there running down the hallway with some of her clothes still clutched in her hands, including her underwear. She had dropped her panties but she had no idea that they were missing or that Payton was now holding them to his face, as she disappeared from his life into the elevator.
Inhaling her scent brought back a fresh supply of memories from how they had spent those first couple of hours getting to know each other in a more Biblical way. They supplied themselves with the necessary libations, turning it into a sexual game that had them drinking from each other. He remembered feeling the champagne streaming down his cock and how her hot tongue had followed it up to capture every single drop. He recalled what it felt like to have her body surround him in warmth and comfort. It had never been that way with any other woman. Convincing himself otherwise was only fooling himself.
He called his agent with the unpleasant news and got a reminder from him that things could have gone worse. “I want you to know that she may be a one night stand, but I want to treat her with nothing, but respect. Don’t treat this, as some dirty little secret. I do want the annulment and I want her to sign on the dotted line. Make it happen, or you’ll find yourself on the unemployment line. Never mind, I’m just a little testy this morning and I hope that you don’t take anything that I said personally. You can imagine that I feel a little sideswiped by all of this.” He hung up and was still holding onto that dainty material. He carried it up to the bedroom and lay down with it hanging very noticeably on the pillow beside him.