WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  Parting my folds with two fingers, he rams his cock deep inside me and my arms lose all their strength at once; I collapse onto the seat, only my backside still raised up at him. He thrusts into me hard and unforgiving, handing sweet punishment in the most lovable way possible. He reaches for my hair, grabbing it in a bunch and making me raise my head.

  I’m moaning… I’m moaning so hard it’s unbelievable. I do it until I feel my throat becoming sore, and then I do it some more.

  I start rocking my hips back at him, the pendulum motion of his cock becoming faster and faster.

  I’m so spent even my soul is numb.

  He reaches around my waist, finding my clit and rubbing on it as he keeps pounding into me mercilessly. I try to scream in delight but even my throat is completely exhausted. I simply lay there as he brings me once more to the edge of delirious rapture and throws me down into the abyss.

  Hooking his fingers on my hips, he pulls back and makes me turn around. I lay back on the seat, opening my legs so that he fits right between them. A shiver goes up my spine as I lay eyes on the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest.

  Leaning into me with his whole body, I feel the tip of his cock brush against my pussy. Soft and careful, he holds his position there until I can’t take it anymore; I thrust my hips toward him, my pussy lips parting and engulfing his tip. I bite my lower lip as I feel him enter me again.

  Now there is nothing but ecstasy for me. As I feel him slide in and out, his thickness straining and pushing against my inner walls, I’m taken to a place so perfect and dreamlike that I’m not even sure if whatever what is happening is real. It's way too perfect to be real.

  I notice him looking at me, eager to know if I’m alright. I respond in the best way I can, with a deep moan that climbs up my throat and cascades down my lips with the ferocity of a wild animal. How could it be any other way? His cock inside of me feels like completion, a pleasure so intense it verges the mystical.

  He goes in and out softly, my legs wrapped around his back and pulling him inside me. My eyes are closed, my mind only capable of processing the gentle thrusts of his cock as if there is nothing else in the world but it. And, as far as I’m concerned, there isn’t.

  His body rocks against mine, the most delicious ebb and flow of bodies taking over until I can’t resist it anymore. The muscles in my legs make me tighten them around his back like a vice, and with both hands grabbing at his hair, I sway my hips from side to side uncontrollably as mind-numbing electricity takes my body by assault.

  He keeps thrusting, rubbing my clit with suddenly erratic movements, I feel him ready; I summon what little strength still lives inside of me and I tighten my hold on him. He stops then, his muscles so tense he seems made out of marble.

  When his cock spasms harshly inside my pussy I can’t help but submit to that wildfire inside of me and scream. Pleasure crashes against my soul as I feel his cum gushing in a torrent once more, an earthquake of climaxing delight attacking both our bodies.

  I can’t hold any longer so I just collapse completely on the seat; he falls with me, his cock still buried deep in my pussy. I moan, feeling his thickness still spasming as he lays on top of me, cum dripping down my thighs.

  We stay like that for… I don’t even know. One minute, one hour? We stay like that until our exhausted bodies become capable of moving, time becoming just an abstract concept.

  He rolls to the side then, his hand resting on my lower back as he caresses the dimples there. I turn to him, struggling to open my eyes. He’s looking at me, a gentle smile on his lips.

  “This was…” I try to say, but I can’t find the word to describe it. I don’t think any dictionary or language in the whole world has a word that fits the description of everything I just felt. It’s just impossible. It’s more than sex, it’s more than love. It’s everything. “I love you, Derek… I love you so much.”

  “I know, Alicia… I love you too. You know that,” he tells me, stroking my lower back softly. With a grin, he continues: “We have a whole life of this ahead of us.”

  Yes, a whole life together. Me and him, till death do us part.

  Oh, how I love this man.

  Epilogue As Told By Alicia

  “So you scared?” Ashely asks me as we sit down across the street from work at Il Fornia Deep Dish.

  “Scared about what, babe?” I ask Ashely, rolling my eyes as I lean back and let the waiter place our personal deep dish pizzas in front of us.

  “Duh, you only got promoted today Alicia,” Ashley replies back giving me an eye roll of her own. “I mean like one year ago you basically almost lost your job.”

  “Oh my God, you remember Nadia Moore?” I ask her, shuddering. “I can’t believe she stole all that money from Derek.”

  Ashley takes her knife and fork and starts cutting into her deep dish pizza with gusto. She ordered the Italian Sausage and I got the pepperoni and bell peppers. It’s greasy, cheesy. And it tastes so good. But…

  “By the way, babe,” Ashley says to me as she pops a piece of pizza into her mouth. “I know you’re like the youngest Vice President in the history of Carter Jeffries now, all promoted and whatnot and still in your 20s, but we can’t keep eating like this.”

  Gimme a break, you know?

  I mean, sure, I’m popping the pizza in my mouth, but it’s not like it was my idea to go get deep dish pizza.

  “Ya babe, I’m so with you, we gotta do better eating wise, because I don’t know how many more hours of Pilates we can really do before we end up just passing out.”

  Alicia laughs to herself. Is she laughing at me? Oh my God, I can’t believe it!

  “What the fuck, babe?” I ask her.

  “Like, I think you can eat as much greasy food as you want with all the fucking you’re getting from your billionaire boyfriend,” she teases me. “If you get him an extra 10% return will he maybe do anal?”

  Ya, in case you were wondering, I’m still an anal virgin. I haven’t given it up.

  But I mean, it’s not like it’s been boring sex.

  Far from it. OMG. It’s like life-altering sex. It’s like we’re one person. It’s like everything I could have dreamed of.

  “Seriously babe, it’s like you're like living in a romance novel or something, “ Ashley says to me and looks out the window. “I just hope that I’m as happy as you one day.”

  I mean, I know that Ashley is the first to tease me and such, but something about her in this instance lets me know that she’s genuinely happy for me.

  And you know, it does feel good. I’m so much better off than I was a year ago. I have a man who totally loves me. I have my career. It really does seem to be possible to have it all.

  It’s been a great year. Just in case you need a quick rundown of what happened to my life over the last 12 months, let me just let you in on the key details.

  So, Nadia Moore is in jail. She lost her securities license. Then she got indicted for fraud and grand larceny as well as conspiracy.

  I kept working at Carter Jeffires. Ashley went to work for a fashion magazine in Times Square called Femina.

  I still live in my apartment but spend most of the time with Derek. I mean, I should probably not renew my lease when it expires next month. I’d probably save some money.

  Work? It’s been good, I guess. I mean, being part of the team that brought down an international con artist and thief put a lot of wind behind my sails. I’ve traded nods with the CEO because he’s recognized me.

  I know, right? It’s insane. Like I’ll be walking down with my co-workers and Preston Cabot and his Managing Directors will be walking by and he’ll recognize me and nod and be like “Alicia,” and I’ll nod and say, “Hi, Mr. Cabot!”

  Totally raises your street credibility among your peers.

  And I guess it doesn’t hurt that Derek goes golfing with Preston and we’ve all gone out to dinner and various social events together. Maybe it doesn't help, but I mean, it probably doesn’t hurt
that my guy is his client/boss.

  But enough about me. I need to get Ashley off her subject and on something else. Plus, I wanna know about her new job.

  “How is the new job at the fashion magazine?” I ask her. “Any cute guys?”

  Ashley shrugs. “The managing editor is a dick,” she says with enough matter-of-fact to let me know she’s made peace with it. “But the commute is good.”

  “Yeah, but what about the guys?” I ask again. “You’re not answering the question.”

  That’s when it dawns on me. “Oh my God. Did you already fuck someone?”

  Ashley looks startled. “No!” she squeals back to me. Then, as if considering. “But there might be someone I saw in the building,” she answers quietly.

  Yay! It’s like my good fortune is rubbing off. Because if anyone deserves to be happy, its my Ashley baby.

  “You need to wear that skirt you have from Forever 21,” I tell her. “The one that looks totally sweet and slutty.”

  “Uhm, no,” Ashley says to me. “I don't wanna look like a slut in my first month to get some guy. Besides you borrowed it and never gave it back.”

  Oh right. I totally forgot that. I borrowed it to go to a Yankees game with Derek. He owns a skybox and I remember wearing that skirt. It was great because he was able to lift it up in our skybox (it was just us) and fuck me so hard during the 7th Inning Stretch.

  I’m smiling at the memory, getting so hot that I reach over to get a drink.

  Ashley sees me.

  “Oh. My. God. Babe, get the fuck out!” she says to me and I see her eyes widen.

  Oh, yeah, I may have forgot to tell you Derek proposed to me on Saturday.

  I promise, it’s not like I was hiding it from you or anything. I swear!

  It’s just that I got promoted today also! It’s been like a really intense week and it’s only Wednesday.

  “Get out!” Ashley says. “How did you not tell me?”

  I decide that I really should have told Ashley, but when you’re getting proposed to on the top of the Empire State Building and…

  “Tell me all about it, babe,” Ashley says and her eyes narrow. “Now!”

  I smile.

  She’s so sweet when she’s insistent.

  But hey, fuck it. I’m a VP now. I guess I can take a whole hour and talk about how I got proposed to.

  “So ya, we totally woke up and he took me to this amazing romantic brunch at the Boathouse in Central Park,” I say.

  “Oh my God, I love the Boathouse,” she jumps in.

  We both take a bite of our pizza and I look out the window. People walk to and fro.

  I smile and realize that Ashley is right in a way.

  Life can’t get better than this.

  I can’t wait to see what else is to cum.

  <3

  Dirty Daddy

  It’s Time To F*ck Your Dirty Daddy…

  No man can match me. No woman has tamed me.

  My billion-dollar empire makes me the most powerful man in the city. And I have a body to match. 8-pack abs. The face of a prince. The physique of a god. Money. Fame. Power.

  And the 12 inches that dangle between my legs, hardening as you walk by.

  Face it. You want me. You know you can’t resist.

  And if you can walk afterwards, then we’ll do it all again till you can’t.

  Touch me. Tempt me.

  Tease me. Please me.

  Nothing will be too much in this forbidden land of taboo delight.

  Because baby, no matter how wrong it seems, with Daddy, it’ll always feel right.

  **Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes so hot that your lady parts will need a cold shower. HEA? You know it, babe.**

  Magnus

  "Oh baby," Mandy moans lewdly as the sound of my thighs slapping against her ass fills the air.

  It’s a fucking great sound. If you were here, you’d be touching yourself at the sight of us.

  You’d want to join in once you saw my gorgeous fucking body fucking her. You wouldn’t mind sharing. You wouldn’t care. You’d lick my cock with whoever else just to get at my cock.

  Pretty arrogant and confident right off the bat, aren’t I?

  Pleasure to meet you. I’m Magnus Davion.

  But let’s get back to Mandy and the ungodly things I’m doing to her.

  I can hear the lewd sucking sounds as my cock plunges in and out of her pussy. I can smell her fucking juices as her scent permeates the air.

  Her wetness is smeared across her thighs. Her pussy is spasming around my thick cock and I grunt in pleasure at the feelings that are going through me. "Don't you dare stop fucking me, baby," she adds one last command as she turns her head back to me to look at my monster pole piercing her.

  But wait, who the fuck does this bitch think she is, giving me fucking orders? I'm Magnus fucking Davion, the 15th richest man in the whole fucking world, if you read Forbes Magazine. I just bought a fucking NFL team—the New York Nailers—from the previous owner, Apollo Kane.

  That’s right. If he sounds familiar to you it’s because he’s fucking famous now. Alexis Angel wrote his whole story and how he owns Blush Magazine, or whatever the fuck.

  But he had to get out of the football franchise.

  And I didn't mind paying $3 billion dollars for it. That kind of money is literally fucking nothing to me.

  So I certainly don’t take fucking orders from anybody—but in this case, I can let it slide.

  You're just getting acquainted with me, aren't you? You must think all I do all day is talk about how wealthy I am and shit. That's actually not true. I don't spend my day only bragging about how much money I have. I also spend it talking about how fucking good I look, and how much you're probably wanting to fuck me.

  Oh, you think I already did that, don't you? But you have no idea, darlin’.

  I’m literally a god amongst men.

  That's right. You heard me fucking right. I stand taller than all the men you will ever fucking meet. No one of this world really compares to me.

  I'm fucking wealthy. I'm the fucking founder and CEO of Davion Development, one of the most ruthless real estate firms in New York City.

  We’re not like some private equity firm or investment bank either. Hell fucking no.

  We build things. Buildings. Bridges. Dams. We get our hands dirty.

  We take over abandoned places and we create gleaming skyscrapers that inspire the fucking imagination.

  I'm 6' 4", built like a Greek God—with a massive chiseled chest and a rock hard 8-pack of abs. My skin is tanned to a perfect bronze and flawless. My face is chiseled and rugged. My hair is just right. My nose is royal in its cut. My chin is even fucking aristocratic looking. But aside from the handsome looks that you see on the outside, there is one very fucking large reason that you want me to fuck you.

  "Oh my god, baby, I'm about to cum!" Mandy screams as I slam into her. She closes her eyes and contorts her face as it's wracked with lust. I feel her entire body shake and quiver. Her pussy clamps down around my cock. It's intense. I feel her go slightly limp as her muscles lose all voluntary control and pleasure seizes her body.

  That's why. The cause of her orgasm. The rod that's pistoning into her box.

  My 12-inch, thick, throbbing, pole of a cock. It swings between my legs and one taste of it and you'll be fucking begging me for more. You'll do whatever I fucking ask for another lick. Another taste. Another fuck.

  My cock will make you worship it. It'll make you fucking beg and plead. And it'll make you cum like you've never, ever, fucking cum before.

  "Oh my fucking god!" Mandy screams and her body writhes like that of a woman possessed.

  I look down past Mandy.

  I may have forgotten to tell you where I am. I'm in the team skybox room of Nailers Arena. Today is the first day of the regular season and it's the Nailers' first game at their refurbished stadiu
m in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The crowd is waiting for kick-off and I was gazing at the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the skybox when Mandy Marsten, the head cheerleader for the Nailers, came to see me.

  "Admiring the view?" she asked me, walking in. We hadn't talked much before, but I can fucking tell when someone's giving me the eye and she has been eye-fucking me all fucking week. But so do a lot of women, so I just go with the flow.

  "Maybe I was looking in the wrong direction," I said, walking toward her.

  In hindsight it seems unreal because I had just walked up to her and reached over and pulled her close. Before I knew it, the few clothes that she had on were off, and on the ground. She was sucking my cock like a fucking pro in five minutes and bending over the table looking out at the crowd through those same floor-to-ceiling windows in ten.

  I gotta say though, if we had to pick any place to have sex, this would be it. This room, with its fucking plush leather couches and mahogany wood trimmings screams to have people fuck in it.

  All the better when it's game day and you have 150,000 screaming fans who don't know you're about to bust a fucking nut high above their heads.

  I can feel myself getting close to my own fucking orgasm. It's going to be fucking intense. Already I see Mandy begin to blink a couple of times as she comes out of the pleasure-coma that I put her into. Her chest is heaving and she's winded, with fucking sweat dripping down her back. It's a fucking beautiful sight.

  But like all good things, shit has to get in the fucking way. Something has to come and fuck it all up.

  I look up to see the roving camera pan the crowd. Normally, it wouldn't make too much of a difference but the fucking camera that's displaying on the Jumbotron is slowly panning over the crowd, and people are cheering when they see their faces—until it pans over to the skybox and they see that I'm fucking Mandy doggie style, straight on the Jumbotron.

  That's fucking right. Its got me right there, on a 33 foot by 110 foot screen. My head is bobbing and Mandy’s face is grimacing.