by Tia Siren
I gazed into his eyes as I bit my bottom lip and leaned my body forward to slip off my moist panties. I threw them toward Charles. He placed them against his face and sniffed the deep musk of my orgasm. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke.
“Mmm, you smell nice,” he said as his cock reached a full erection.
“It must be the roses,” I replied as I ran my hands up his legs.
My breasts hung below me and pushed against his thighs. I slowly ran my tongue over his balls. Charles removed his hand from his cock, and I held it against his belly. My tongue glided up the length of his shaft and teased and tantalized him. His cock twitched under the pressure of my hand. His blood flowed and his veins pulsed under my tongue.
“Yeah, that feels good,” he said as he grabbed the bedsheets.
I let go of his cock, and it stood upright. I took the head and sucked hard as my teeth dug into his skin.
“Yow,” he said as he sat up.
I pushed him back onto the bed and tickled the slit in his cock with the tip of my tongue. His body trembled as his cock sent shockwaves of lust flooding throughout his body. I widened my mouth and let his cock feel my warm and inviting mouth as I slid my head down his huge shaft. I cupped his balls and caressed them softly. I felt the power of his balls in my hands, yet I knew that if I squeezed, I could have control over him.
“We have no toys,” Charles said in a slight panic.
“Don’t worry. Tonight is about us. We need no toys to take control of each other’s body,” I replied as I squeezed his balls slightly.
“Fuck. I see what you mean,” he said with a grin as his body tensed.
I took a hold of his cock and started to stroke him gently. It throbbed as my hand glided up and down.
“Pull my hair,” I said as I wrapped my mouth around his huge cock and lowered my head.
Charles grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and held me tight. I thrust his cock deeper into my mouth and felt his grip tighten on me. I removed his cock from my mouth, and he loosened his grip on my hair. I threw my leg over his body and placed my hands on his firm chest. I lifted my ass, and Charles guided his cock into my wet pussy. I slowly lowered myself onto his hard cock.
His cock stretched my pussy and rubbed against my clit. I rocked my hips against his body as I grabbed his chest and dug my nails into his skin. Charles groaned as my fingers sank into his skin and he thrust his hips harder into me.
I closed my eyes and felt Charles caress my breasts. I leaned toward him, and he flicked his tongue against my nipple rings. Spasms of enjoyment flew through my body as he licked the diamond-encrusted rings. My nipples pushed against the rings as they got harder and tightened against the rings. The pleasure of permanently hard nipples felt good and always made me want Charles whenever he had the urge.
My body writhed against Charles’s. His cock filled my hot pussy as I raised and lowered my hips, my pussy gripping his cock as it pulled and stretched his manhood, which filled me completely.
Charles placed his finger on my mouth, and I opened my eyes. “I want to taste you,” he said.
I raised my hips and slid his cock out of my pussy. I moved my body over him and knelt above his face. My hands gripped the headboard as his tongue ran over my velvety skin.
Charles ran his tongue the length of my pussy lips, and I felt my juices as they filled up inside me. He slid his tongue between my lips and guided it into my throbbing pussy. I rocked my hips as his tongue pleasured me, and I gripped the bed harder. My hips thrust harder, and I felt his tongue slide into my pussy and lick at the juices that flooded out of me. My clitoris throbbed, and Charles sucked on it hard. I could feel it swell under the touch of his mouth.
“Yee-ha,” I squealed as Charles nibbled on my clit and sent a shudder down my spine.
I could not take his tongue anymore, as I felt I would come, and I did not want to come yet.
“Time to fuck me, Charles. Make me feel helpless with your cock,” I said as I lifted myself.
“How do you want me to fuck you, princess?” he asked.
“Doggy first.”
I got on all fours and rested my head on a pillow. Charles got behind me, and I felt him guide his cock into my pussy. I gripped the bedsheets as Charles gripped my hips and started the slow, rhythmic movements of his body. He thrust himself slow and hard, and I felt every nerve being stimulated by his huge cock.
I sighed as my face was pushed into the pillow and Charles dug his hands into the cheeks of my ass. I pushed my hips back as his cock filled my pussy. I was stretched to the limit and felt like I wanted to come. I ignored the feeling and just focused on Charles as his body thrust quicker and my pussy began to ache. He was the perfect man of my dreams, fulfilling all my fantasies.
I reached behind me with one hand and rubbed my clit. I groaned as my clit sent tiny fires shooting throughout my body while Charles’s hard cock brushed against my hand. I frantically rubbed my clit as Charles raised his hand and slapped my ass. Pain shot through me as warmth flooded the point on my soft skin that his hand had hit.
“Ouch,” I squealed as I shoved my ass back toward his thrusting body. “Do it again. Hit me, Sir,” I snarled in a playful voice.
Charles raised his hand higher and cupped his hand. He brought it down and slapped my ass. The noise echoed around the room, and we both giggled.
“Fuck knows what the neighbors will think!” Charles said as he slapped my ass again.
“They will only be jealous,” I replied as I rocked my hips in toward Charles as his cock rammed deep inside me.
“Let’s slow it down a bit,” I said to Charles. “I don’t want to come just yet.”
My pussy ached, and I felt like I was ready to explode at any moment. I rolled onto my side, and Charles lay on his back.
“You want a Lizzy special?” I asked as I winked at him and caressed his washboard stomach.
“Hell yes. That feels so good and is a sure way to control me,” he said.
I grabbed a hold of his cock and could feel that my juices had soaked his manhood. I stroked his cock slowly at first, then increasing the speed.
“Tell me when you want to come,” I whispered into his ear.
My hand moved faster and faster, and his cock throbbed harder and harder.
“I’m going to come,” he said as his eyes rolled up.
I removed my hand and gripped him under the head of his cock and squeezed. His body wriggled and went through the motion of coming, yet then it subsided. I let him relax and then again grabbed his cock. My juices had dried on it, so I dribbled saliva on the head of his cock and spread it around with my hand. Again, my hand stroked him slowly to start and then increased in speed, and I saw Charles tense his body as he fought the urge to come, his hands gripping the bedsheets as he bit his bottom lip.
“Hmm,” Charles murmured through his clenched mouth. I gripped his cock under his head and squeezed.
His cock twitched violently in my hand, his body pulsating as if he were coming. I looked at him as he closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and relaxed his body.
“Again. Do it again,” Charles said.
I had only done it twice before, and Charles had come loads then and his body had collapsed in a full-body orgasm. Now he wanted me to edge him for a third time. I had no idea how his body would react.
I spat into my hand and took his cock for the last time. I started to stroke again. My hand rose and fell on his huge cock as Charles grabbed my breasts and flicked the nipple rings with his fingers. I winced in pleasurable pain as I thrust my hand up and down faster and faster. His cock was rock hard in my grasp, and I could see the concentration on his face. My hand thrust faster and faster, and Charles again closed his eyes, his hips raised. I could see from the look on his face that he was fighting it. He grabbed my arm and squeezed.
“Lizzy,” he mumbled.
I squeezed under the head of his cock for the third time. His body writhed and wriggled as he fought of
f his natural instinct to come. He relaxed for a couple of minutes and got his breath back, and his urge to come had subsided.
“You ready?” he whispered to me.
“Of course. I’m always ready,” I said.
I lay on my back and spread my legs and my pussy. Charles knelt before me and slapped my clit with the tip of his cock. He then slowly slid his cock inside my pussy lips and thrust his hips forward. I looked up as he leaned over me and thrust himself harder into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled on his shoulders. I wanted to look into his eyes when he finally came inside me for the first time as husband and wife.
I gripped his muscular arms as he thrust his huge cock into my wet pussy. My body started to feel hot, and I could feel my pussy soaking his cock. Charles thrust faster and faster. His body would soon release, and then his come would flood inside me.
My body got hotter and hotter, and my stomach warmed from the fire that was spreading from my pussy. My legs started to shake as I felt my clit begin to explode. I gripped tighter onto Charles and pulled his cock harder inside me. My legs locked firmly around his waist as I squeezed him harder, his cock sliding faster and faster deep inside me. His body was close to exploding, his many juices building up inside him. I had edged him three times, so his orgasm would flood his whole body and he would be a quivering wreck.
Still, he thrust harder and faster like a beast. He fought back his urge until I was ready. My hips shook, my legs trembled, and my stomach burst into flames and butterflies. My body released itself, and I dug my nails deep into his back.
“Agh, Charles, I’m coming,” I whispered into his ear.
“Come, baby. Come for me. Come for me,” he whispered back.
Charles’s body tensed and his arms locked. His rhythm had reached a fever pitch, and his cock had started to pulse. I could feel his ass tighten as his balls let forth his seed and his body fell into short spasms.
“Come for me, Charles!” I whispered as I held him close to me.
Our bodies were entwined as we looked into each other’s eyes. We had traveled a strange journey together and yet had still ended up as one. Charles held me tightly and kissed me softly on the lips.
“Mrs. Dillon, that was fantastic!” he said.
We relaxed for a few moments and then showered. When I exited the bathroom, Charles stood out on the balcony. The cool, fresh air of winter flooded into the room and cleared the scent of our lovemaking and our animal passion.
I wrapped my robe tightly against me and headed out to the balcony. I leaned against it and cast my eyes over the nighttime skyline of Paris. It really was the city of lovers.
Charles wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.
“What do think the rest of the world will do when they find out we are married?” I asked. “You know, the business world, the press, all the people who are against it?”
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he said.
“Charles, be serious,” I said as I dug my elbow into his stomach. “I know that line is from Casablanca.”
“In all honesty, that line is true. But in a more modern way of putting it, I don’t really give a shit what anyone thinks of us being married. Fuck that.”
“Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!” I laughed as hard as I could.
Charles looked into my eyes and smiled as he held up his hand. “That’s strike one, kitten.”
I laughed so hard I thought I was going to burst. I knew he liked to be in control, but hey, this was a whole new generation. Women could control lots of things too. Especially me, and especially in the bedroom… Maybe in the boardroom as well. This was going to be a long and worthwhile ride being married to him. My perfect man.
I looked at him and laughed. “Shake it off, shake it off!”
“Elizabeth!”
“Yes, dear?”
“Strike two…”
Yes. Almost there.
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END OF SECOND STORY
BIG BAD ALPHA - A Billionaire Romance
I have a f*ck list. And she’s right at the top…
Women beg me to put them on my f*ck list.
But I’m selective. I have a fetish for big boobs and bubble butts. But most importantly, they must already be famous. I tire quickly of gold diggers and groupies. But then again, I tire quickly of most things.
Cross off list. Move on.
The problem with Olivia Poole is that she’s not famous, at least not yet. And she’s making me chase her, which is driving me wild with desire for her.
But I can make her famous with a click of my fingers. I can make her wet just by whispering in her ear.
And then she’ll be begging me to be crossed off.
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CHAPTER ONE: Olivia Poole
I was sitting on our ratty sofa in our ratty SoHo apartment with my guitar in my lap, working on the melody for a new song for our band, the Flakes, when out of the blue, Mona said, “Check this out. They say he has a fuck list.”
My fingers froze on the strings. I gave her a sideways glance and spoke with the nub of a chewed pencil clenched between my teeth. “They say who has a fuck list?’
“Cain Bohannon,” she huffed, referring to the hunky billionaire CEO of Bohannon Entertainment Group, the online music company that was giving Apple and Sony a run for their money.
Bohannon Entertainment Group, or BEG as it was known in the industry, was the fastest-growing digital music company on the planet. And they were on the hunt for fresh talent, which was why Cain Bohannon himself was supposedly going to attend the battle of the bands at the Rusty Nail this coming Saturday night.
The Flakes, along with a dozen other local bands, would be battling it out for the top prize: a million-dollar recording contract with BEG and the chance to open for some of BEG’s top stars, like Brandy Alexander and Candy the Rapper.
It was the chance of a lifetime to grab the golden ring every band would die for. Or kill for. The Flakes included.
The thought of playing live in front of someone like Cain Bohannon scared me to death, but I knew it could be our only chance to get noticed, so we had to shine.
Our playing, singing, and songwriting had to be top notch, better than every other band on the stage. We had to rise above the noise. We had to offer Cain Bohannon something no other band could.
It wasn’t going to be enough that we would be the only all-girl band on the bill. We had to stand out like a sore thumb, but in a good way.
Mona had even suggested we change the name of the band to the Sore Thumbs. Thinking that would be a patently obvious yet pathetic cry for attention, Desiree and I had voted it down.
My roommate, Mona, our drummer, didn’t seem as concerned about it as I did. Neither did Desiree, our bass player, who slept on our couch if she couldn’t’ find a guy to sleep with. I guess they left the worrying to me because I worried enough for all three of us.
I lay awake nights going over chord progressions and writing lyrics in my head. I put my heart and soul into the band, my blood, sweat, and tears. I could only pray that someday our hard work would pay off.
I knew we had talent, but the city was filled with talented bands. I knew from experience that talent would only take us so far, especially in the cutthroat music business.
You needed luck.
You needed opportunity.
You needed connections.
And more than anything, you needed someone with money, power, and pull who could make things happen.
You could have all the talent in the world, but unless you had all those other things, you’d probably die undiscovered, which was my worst nightmare.
I took the pencil from between my teeth and tucked it behind my ear. Then I leaned my guitar against the sofa to take a break. My fingers were killing me from practicing so much. I kneaded them together and gave Mona a frown.
I said, “Cain Bohannon has a fuck list?”
Mona tapped the screen of the lapt
op resting on her knees and nodded her head. “That’s what this says. Cain Bohannon has a fuck list. According to Radar Online, he keeps it on his phone.”
“Exactly what is a fuck list?”
“A list of women he has fucked, and a list of women he plans to fuck,” Mona said seriously, narrowing her eyes at the screen.
“So, is it one list or two?” I asked, smirking. “Have fucked, wanna fuck… Does he keep it in an Excel file? Or does he use note cards or—”
“Good question,” she said, scrolling through the webpage. “I think it’s just one all-inclusive list. It doesn’t say how he keeps up with it. Is there a fuck list app?”
She glanced at me with her dark eyes and smiled. Mona was goth incarnate. She was heroin-addict thin (though she didn’t drink or do drugs), always dressed all in black, and had her hair chopped short and dyed the color of a crow’s wings. She wore heavy mascara and black lipstick. Her fingernails and toenails were painted black. All the black contrasted with her naturally fair complexion, giving her an ominous, ghostly look.
I was the polar opposite of Mona, which made us an odd pair of bandmates and best friends. I had long blond hair that I usually wore in a ponytail and only wore makeup when I was onstage. Mona often chided me by saying that I was an Aryan Nations wet dream: blond hair, blue eyes, big boobs, bubble butt. I couldn’t argue. That pretty much described me to a tee.
I nodded at the computer and gave her an inquisitive look. “How do you know he has a fuck list?”
“Because that’s what they say,” she said with a shrug.
“And who is they, exactly?” I couldn’t resist tweaking her a little. Mona was like a spinning top. Just give her a little spin and she would go off in all directions.
“You know, they…them… Jesus, Liv, don’t be such an asshole,” she said, gesturing at the screen. “It’s all over the Internet.”
“So that makes it true,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Do they say who is on Cain Bohannon’s fuck list?”