by Nicole Casey
“Definitely,” she answered. “I want something a little hard.”
Oh fuck. The way she said hard was so seductive it was getting me hard too.
I then turned back to Brayton, “Two glasses for that please and some ice.”
“Sure thing Mr. Bernard,” he answered. “Should I let your friends know you’re here? Mr. Wessic and Mr. Horndale are here but they’re down on the first floor.”
I shook my head, “Not this time, Brayton. I appreciate it though.”
The bartender nodded and then left to fetch our drinks at the first-floor bar. As soon as he was gone I turned to Cherry and said, “First off, I want to talk business and I promise this is the only time we’ll do so.”
“That’s fine with me,” she answered. “As far as I’m concerned, I think we’re good to go. We can seal the deal. I sent my father a PDF copy of the documents you gave me and it looks like everyone on the board likes this transaction.”
“Good,” I told her. “I’ll lock it in then and we never have to talk about business again until your father arrives to sign the transfer of the title and exchange of money.”
She nodded cheerfully. Brayton came back with our drinks. He poured us both a glass of iced vodka before he nodded, took our payment and moved on to the next table of customers.
I took a sip. It was a little strong but I really loved the taste of this brand. When Cherry gave it a taste she was instantly knocked back a little.
“Woah, that’s strong,” she commented.
Even then she still took another sip of it. I could see her cheeks flushing red and it was amusing to see such a petite little hot thing struggle with a good drink.
“But good, huh?”
She nodded and said, “Thank you for taking me out. I was getting a little bored at home.”
Was she bored enough to start fantasizing about me again? My mind was starting to wonder. It’s also weird that she hadn’t noticed that her notebook was gone.
I couldn’t help but flash a wicked grin and then ask, “What do you do when you’re bored?”
“I just do what everybody else does: I get online,” she answered nonchalantly. “It’s the only way I get to talk to my friends nowadays. They’re all out of the country now, working elsewhere. I’m the only one who decided to stay and work right here.”
“Why did you decide to stay here?” I kept on prodding. I wanted to know every little bit of her. “You’re beautiful and smart. I’m sure there were opportunities elsewhere for you. Why didn’t you get into modeling or something?”
Of course, I knew that Cherry wasn’t a model or an actress. I did my research before we met tonight. Despite that, she would make a good magazine model. She had this natural allure to her that would get men hard. Even fully clothed she looked like a vixen ready to prowl on the bed. My mind was racing with so many ideas of what I could do to her. Maybe I’d pluck some ideas from her notebook.
She laughed at that and replied, “Modeling? Me? I don’t think I have the guts to do that. But I did get offers here and there, you know? Especially after my dad and I hit a few home runs with our investments. I just thought I was better off here. This is my home. I belong here. All my dreams and aspirations are right here.”
Cherry looked so gorgeous and sincere as she explained. At the same time, she just managed to walk right where I wanted her to.
I finished off a shot of vodka just to summon the courage. I thought about my next line and took yet another shot before I finally managed to pull out the notebook and slam it down on the table. The look on her face was priceless.
“You mean all of your dreams and aspirations are here,” I said as I pointed at her notebook. “Tell me, Cherry Vergara, would you let me make those fantasies come true?”
5
Cherry
Everything happened so fast. Before I knew it I was sitting in Mercury Wild with Dylan and we were getting wasted on vodka. What’s even crazier was he had my notebook – where I noted down all the craziest fantasies I had about him.
How the fuck did he get his hands on my notebook?
When did it slip out of my pocket? Just how much of its content did he read?
“H-huh?” I answered his question with nothing but a dumbfounded look on my face. I was starting to feel a little tipsy and I knew my face was flushing red. “How did you…”
“Yes. I read it all, baby. Now I want you to tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he said so blatantly I thought this had to be a prank or something. But then he kept on staring back at me and I saw the wicked flames of lust burning in his eyes and I knew then he wasn’t kidding around.
Fuck it. How worse could it get, right?
“I want you to fuck me like a slut…” I answered weakly. I practically ate my words as I slurred and mumbled in my slightly drunken stupor. At least I hoped I was drunk enough to get away with such words.
Dylan lifted my face up with his finger and stared deeply into my eyes as he said, “Say it again. Louder this time, if you will.”
Oh, God. I was starting to panic. I could feel my heart thump faster. Adrenaline was surging through my veins. My right leg began to shake a bit from nervousness and I caught myself biting my lip.
“I want you to fuck me like a slut,” I repeated for him, slightly louder than before.
“Good, because that’s exactly what I’m planning to do. I want to fuck your brains out you tight little bitch, and I know you are gonna love it,” he suddenly said as he grabbed me and made me stand up. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to waste time when I could be spreading those legs and shoving my way into your cute little hole.”
Oh my God, he was holding nothing back with his choice of words. I felt so dirty and turned on just hearing him speak this way!
We rushed out and he got me into his car. I looked back at him, my dress slightly messed and my hair tangled.
“I’m going to drive and as I do I want you to recite some of the things you wrote down,” he instructed me. “If you lie I’ll know. I read everything.”
“Do I really have to?” Oh god, this was not happening. I never would have thought that my deepest secret would be revealed like this, by the man in my dreams. This was so embarrassing!
“Do it,” he repeated and the harshness in his voice compelled me to just agree. He then stepped on the pedal and began driving.
“I-I want you to fuck me while I wear a blindfold,” I began. I just stared out the windshield, afraid of what we might do if I turned to look at him. “I want you to have sex with me on a table, on a couch, in this car, on the floor and even in a theater.”
I was gagging on my own words. I had to fight back the tears welling in my eyes. I was so freaking ashamed! Holy fuck, why in the world did he get my notebook?
That was when I saw he pulled us into a small motel at the outskirts of town. He drove through the drive-in space to book a room and quickly got us a key. Before I knew it we were out of the car and walking into a small but decent enough motel room with a big king-sized bed.
He kept the lights off but turned on the small lamp in the corner. With the dim light, I felt more comfortable but there was no doubt I was beginning to panic. I never had sex before and yet here I was basically throwing myself at him. But somehow, I was so excited, too. Were my fantasies about this hunky man going to become reality now?
“Come here,” he commanded. Dylan was leaning on the door.
I walked over, slowly but surely, until I was just inches away from him.
“Now Cherry, I know that you have never done this before, and I promise you that I will make it a very special night for you. Just enjoy it, okay?” He looked at me, his gaze wandering as he studied me from head to toe, and suddenly, he pulled me in and smashed his lips against mine.
Oh God, it felt so good! The moment his lips pressed on mine and I felt his hands crush me with his immense strength, I felt euphoric. Instantly I shut everything off in my head and allowed my emotions
and the wild spin of the night take control.
He kissed me further and not before long I felt his lips and playful tongue roam across my neck. I gasped when he nibbled down and sucked on my skin, making me arch my back further.
Without a word, he slipped me out of my dress and tossed my bra to the floor. Exposed, it was my natural reaction to lift my hands and cover my breasts but he pulled them down. He then cupped my tits with his hands and gave a strong squeeze that made me gasp and moan in both shock and pleasure.
Yet I really didn’t feel the intensity of the moment until he pushed me down on the bed and began devouring my breasts. I felt a surge of sensations course through my veins as he began to suckle on my nipples like they were just another piece of his meal.
Then he began to go lower and lower until eventually, I felt his warm tongue slide its way to my pussy.
“Oh Dylan…not there…” I murmured.
My body jerked with surprise when I felt him lick my pussy for the first time. I moaned and though ashamed I pushed his face in closer. It just felt too good for him to stop.
“Shaved clean,” he commented as soon as he got a taste of my flesh. “You dirty little girl. You’re always ready for a good licking and a good pounding. Let’s see how you take it.”
I was about to ask what he meant when I looked down and saw Dylan undress. He tossed his shirt over to the couch and then unbuckled his belt. Quickly he threw it to the floor and then he slipped out of his jeans. For the first time, I got to see his cock as it dangled out between his legs.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled in shock when I saw the monstrosity of it.
His cock was hard as a rock and it looked so big I feared what it would do to a pussy and body as petite as mine. It was so thick and long it was even bigger than I had seen in most male porn stars.
“Oh fuck is right,” he answered as he got on top of me and spread my legs. He then took a moment to rub the very tip of his cock against the lips of my pussy. I was soaking wet with anticipation. “Beg for it, baby.”
I paused to consider my situation, my legs spread wide and my body pinned under his. I bit my lip, looked at him with big puppy eyes and then said, “Please do it. Please, fuck me now!”
I did not know if it was the lust in my heart or the swirl of alcohol in my system, but I begged for him to fuck me right then and there. Dylan Bernard was not one to back down and with my consent he thrust his cock in and penetrated through me, breaking my virginity in an instant.
I had thought it would hurt. I thought my mind would shatter with the pain. To my utter surprise, however, it only felt good.
Even with the sheer size of his cock, it felt intoxicatingly amazing as I felt his cock burrow in deep and part my inner walls. I was getting even wetter by the second and it was only after a while did I realize I was moaning out so loudly it was drowning everything else.
He slammed his way in and plowed through my pussy with relentless fury. My body rocked back and forth and I even had to cover my mouth and bite my hand to keep myself from screaming in pure pleasure.
This was what heaven was like. I loved it. I wanted more of it.
“Is this what you want, baby?” he asked.
“Oh Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I begged and moaned for him to keep going and he fulfilled that wish. Before long I was the one on top and he kept on slapping my ass as I bounced up and down on his long and thick rod. Soon after he had me down, leaning over the edge of the bed, as he took me from behind.
By the time the night was over and my head was a little clearer I was covered in sweat and cum. I couldn’t even remember when he spilled his seed on me but I did remember it tasted good. When we were done he even took a moment to just masturbate and spill even more cum on my face and chest.
Dylan then took a moment to take a shower. Afterwards, he tossed me the towel, allowed me to wipe myself clean, and then he slid beside me and gave me a warm hug before we called it a night.
With him hugging me this way, I felt an odd sense of accomplishment and joy.
Somehow… somehow, my fantasies had come true. I not only had sex for the first time but I had it with one of the most handsome men on the freaking planet.
Needless to say, I fell asleep with a satisfied smile on my face.
6
Cherry
It was a few days after that fateful night that I got the courage to talk to Dylan again. By then my father was home and the deal was done. We no longer needed to speak with Dylan as his other employees took over to finish the rest of the transaction.
My father put in his investment and before a week was over the title had been transferred. We got the property we set out to attain.
But I wasn’t done with Dylan. There was no way he was just going to fuck me once and then never talk to me again. So I decided to make the next move.
“Hey, are you free today?” I sent him a text message. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out.”
Shit, I hope I didn’t sound like a desperate girl or anything. I couldn’t imagine how he’d think of me if I were begging for him to give me some attention. Fortunately, he replied and it was just as good as I could ever hope for.
“Yep,” his reply said. “I was going to ask you out today anyway. Want to hang out with me on my boat?”
Oh my God. He had a boat?
Of course, he had a boat. He was a freaking billionaire. Was it a sailboat? I had no idea about these things.
I simply texted back, “Okay. Where do we meet?”
“Head to the North Pier by the Coral Princess café and restaurant,” he answered a minute after. “Look for the Rainbow Unicorn at Dock 12. I’ll be there waiting.”
Oh wow, I felt so excited! I put on a sleeveless summer dress and a big hat with a wide brim. It just seemed suitable for a boat ride. I then headed downstairs where I found my father on the phone.
“Dad, I’m going out,” I told him as I whirled by and took the keys to my car. “Just note down anything you need for me to do when I get back.”
My dad looked at me real quick and nodded before he went back talking with whoever was on the other line. I doubted he even heard what I just told him but that was for the best. The last thing I needed right now was for my dad to know I was going out dating with Dylan Bernard.
The good thing was that the drive to the pier wasn’t much of a hassle. That side of town wasn’t plagued with traffic and when I got there I was pleased to find a large parking space. I had no trouble finding a decent spot to park my car. Once I had settled for a nice, shady area I hopped out and walked through the docks to find Dock 12.
After a few minutes – and some asking around for directions – I eventually found Dock 12 and the Rainbow Unicorn. It was a hell lot bigger than what I had thought! It was a freaking luxury yacht!
Dylan was out by the main upper deck and he waved at me when he saw me approach. Even in khaki shorts, a plain white shirt and sunglasses he looked so hot. It was like looking at a model for summer wear. He could be wearing nothing but underwear and I’d still consider him too hot for mortals.
“Hi!” I waved at him. I looked around, confused, and still, couldn’t find where to board his yacht. He must have noticed because he quickly walked over and guided me to a ramp.
As soon as I got aboard he gave me a warm hug and one heck of a long, torrid kiss on the lips. I felt my body melt underneath his weight and the affection he was giving me. Before I knew it I was moaning and my hand was reaching down for his cock!
“Mmm, later,” he reminded as he then parted our kiss and moved my hand away from his dick. “I want to devour your pussy like there’s no tomorrow but there’s time for that later. Let’s just sit back for a minute and let me get this baby going.”
I purred back like a kitty ready for action.
He led me to a couple of tanning seats on the upper deck. I lied down and watched as he headed into a small stall where the steering wheel was.
It was fun to watch him
work his way around the boat, taking off the big ropes and getting the anchor off. In due time we set off and he had a few minutes of silence to maneuver us out into the open sea.
As soon as we were free from land and were now in the deeper waters, he came back to me carrying a bucket of ice and opened bottles of beer. He handed me one, took a seat beside me and asked, “Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are? You look freaking gorgeous right now.”
I laughed and took the beer. I took a big gulp before I answered, “A few have but I never paid any attention.”
“Why not? You’re honestly one hot girl,” he pursued his inquiry. “I can only imagine how many guys have tried to go out with you. Trust me – they missed out on a lot. You’re delicious.”
My cheeks once again blushed red with the sensual talk he threw at me but I managed to reply, “There were a few who took a few steps forward but it never got anywhere. I was too scared for sex and guys always want sex. Even those who weren’t anxious to spread my legs were a little too rough around the edges.”
“With beauty like yours I’d expect you to have such high standards,” he told me. It made me feel proud and it must have made him feel good too. Out of all the guys who tried to date me, he was the only one I gave myself to.
“Well, what about you?” I tried to turn the conversation around. I wanted to know more about him. I knew my story – I lived it, after all. Now it was time to know his. “Surely some girls have tried to seduce you to their beds. Why haven’t you married anyone yet?”
He shook his head at that and quickly shut me down, “Let’s not talk about me. There’s nothing interesting about my past. I’m sure yours is more colorful than mine. I mean, just look at you! You’re a sex goddess in human form. Why haven’t you married?”
Although I laughed at his statement I did catch his unnerving ability to avoid any conversation about himself. He just wouldn’t open up and it was beginning to get a little aggravating.