by Val Love
If it came down to it, Cora would call it quits. She questioned her motive on that. The only reason she could come up with was she respected Tyrell. If he wasn’t the man she thought he was, she would be seriously disappointed.
“You guys sound great. How many times do we have to tell you? I have to go home and sleep. I can only tell you how great you are so many times.”
“Thank you,” Cora said.
T gave her his famous smirk. She shied away, blood rushing to her cheeks.
“All right, we’re through for today. Don’t be bitchin either, you know I could go longer.”
The engineer grunted. “I know you can. That’s what I’m afraid of. Thanks, T. Good work, guys.”
He shut off the lights to his section.
Leaving Tyrell and Cora to walk out alone again.
Which meant, it finally hit her, that Cora would be spending another night alone and without a place to stay.
***
She huddled against the window.
She thought about putting on a CD of Tyrell’s, maybe that would help calm her, but she thought twice about it. Don’t become obsessed. Not with him. Don’t even like him. You’re already thinking too much about him.
We come from two different worlds.
She sighed, putting her head on her hand until it fell asleep and then she replaced it, and did it all over again.
No good. Her hand numbed before she could pass out.
Calling Samantha wouldn’t be an option.
The dream of singing with Tyrell suddenly seemed far off. If she didn’t get another job soon, she wouldn’t be able to survive. He wasn’t a man who would wait, either, she didn’t think. He would eventually pick a new singer. She couldn’t bare telling him her problem, either.
It would have to be, she would have to duck out, and try to tell him months later, after her first paycheck at hopefully a new job. Cora knew she shouldn’t have done it...she shouldn’t have gotten mixed up in such a crazy plan. It would only bring her heartbreak.
A tapping on her window jolted her. She leapt to the other side of the back seat, ready to kick whoever had startled her, even though the doors were locked, the windows closed. She heard a familiar voice on the other side…
“Cora?”
Tyrell.
Cora looked for somewhere to hide.
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, she would need to face him. There wasn’t an excuse. She would need to tell him the truth. She opened the door on her side, and climbed out.
“Hey, yeah, it’s me.”
“What are you still doing here?”
It would hurt to tell the truth, but she couldn’t wait to get it off her chest. She’d been stressing about if for so long. She needed help.
“I’m living here.”
“Living,” he said, growing silent. That silence hurt. She didn’t know what to expect when it ended.
“You are living here, in your car?”
“Yeah. I got kicked out of my apartment.”
She expected more silence, instead he embraced her, laying his hands on her hips. Her arousal swelled, the need for him rising straight through all her fears, piercing them and dissipating them, leaving her with what was truly important; Tyrell cared. Cared about her enough that he wanted to fix her terrible life, not abandon her.
“You should’ve told me. You could’ve stayed at my place. Or any of my places. Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you been staying here?”
His hands gripped her tighter, working their way from her hips to her waist. She shuddered, clamping her thighs.
“Not long. A couple of days.”
“Come inside with me.”
“Why are you here?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I came back to check on the songs.” He clasped her hand, guiding her away from her car and toward the studio.
“Maybe I wanted to hear your voice again.”
She let him lead her up the stairs. Her heart thrummed in her chest. Feeling like she was rescued for the moment, she didn’t think she would ever accept any help from Tyrell, but she knew he was a stubborn man, and would make her accept a room at least. She would eventually pay him back, but, right now, all she cared about was that she was saved for the moment, that she was holding his hand, and he was taking her away to a better place.
Cora just liked being with him.
It occurred to her how strong an attraction she had to this man, instead of being scared, like usual, she decided she needed to take it. It was too good to let slip away.
He swung open the doors to the recording room. Sitting on his massive leather seat, he looked like a king. This was his kingdom, and she was glad to be a part of it. But could she ever been his queen?
“God, Cora, wish you woulda told me you were sleeping in there. This whole time we could’ve been working.”
He grinned. The way he sat, his legs spread wide and facing her while she stood, invited her onto his lap. Cora thought about dropping onto him, letting his hands roam all over her body, up from the highest he brought them on her waist, even higher.
“It’s a little embarrassing, don’t you think?”
“Of all the people you could’ve gone to, don’t you think I would understand the best?”
Tyrell had been kicked out his mother’s house at sixteen. He lived on the streets for years. She knew that part about him from the documentary she watched years ago. He eventually got noticed for his talent, and his life got better, assuming the documentary told the truth.
“I know, but we just met.”
He nodded, rising to his feet, towering over her again.
“I know we just met. That’s the thing, I don’t care that we just met. I haven’t felt this way in such a long time.” He approached her, standing not a foot away, tempting her to leap into his arms. “I’ve never wanted someone so badly.”
The way she looked at him told him everything. She begged him to continue.
Before she could react, he had her, pulling her closer. She closed her eyes, parting her lips, and he pressed on her, parting her wider. Their tongues met. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered, bliss.
He clutched her, squeezing her, and she moaned into his mouth, having trouble keeping up with him.
“I want you right now, Cora,” he said. Cora knew he was a man used to getting what he wanted. Her body - telling her to continue, to keep going all the way, until they were naked and frantically exploring each others bodies, had already won over her mind, which told her hold back, that this was too soon.
“Let’s not rush it,” she said, and he kissed her neck. She succumbed.
“I’ll cherish every second of it.”
His kissing got to the back of her neck, then up to her earlobe, which he nuzzled against, her knees buckling, she fell deeper into his embrace. He brought her down to his luxurious chair.
Straddling it, she could fit so neatly in his lap. They went at each other rabidly. Tyrell’s eyes were hungry, roaming all over her curves, but most of his attention fell solely on her lovely cleavage.
She ground against his lap. He was solid, his cock growing and throbbing. She could feel it through the fabric, and from what she could feel, it was intimidating. Taking him would be a challenge. Yet as she rubbed against him, she noticed just how wet she was between her thighs. If she was that wet, taking such a giant would be no problem…she hoped.
Biting her lip, he sent her into a horny fury. Her breasts, swollen and sore, demanded that they be unleashed.
He got the point. Maybe he just wanted to unleash them himself, because Tyrell’s lips swerved down to her cleavage. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to cherish her. He took his time, despite his cock throbbing underneath her, hard and pressing into her panties.
“I want you, Tyrell. Oh God, how I want you. Go ahead, go ahead,” she said, panting, reeling back as he reached inside her top.
He pulled it down, exposing her bra. Then he reached around, fingers snapping her bra
off. He held it there, teasing her, just for a second, and then he dropped it, biting his lip to stop him from indulging too fast on the sexy sight before him.
“Maddening,” he said, “You’re fuckin incredible.” He kissed her neck again, but his hands were all over her luscious, heavy breasts. She squeezed on his lap. Tightening around him, she rocked on his hard cock as she arched her back, letting him bring his tongue in circles around her tits.
“Please,” she moaned, wanting him to suck her nipples. Enough teasing, her body pounded, demanded that he take her right away.
“Mmmm, I can’t wait to take that hot pussy of yours. You’ve got a perfect body.”
No man had ever told her that.
They had told her a lot of things to get on her good side, but none she ever trusted as much as she trusted Tyrell at that moment. She knew he was telling the truth, he saw her curvy, busty body as the epitome of beauty.
His hand curved lower, down to her panties, and he grazed her wetness. She bolted straight, surprised at the intensity of that single touch. He smirked, loving how she reacted to his playing. Then he went at her, sucking on each nipple, taking his time, when he wasn’t sucking one, twisting the other.
She moaned like her life depended on it. At the moment, Cora felt like it did. If she didn’t get relief, she felt like it might end.
All of his caressing and sucking drove her to his belt buckle. Her hands trembled as she tried to unleash him. He helped her, slipping it off and throwing it across the room. She curled against him, a thunderous spike in arousal rushing through her as his fingers rode over her panties again.
They rode right past her clit. Her sensitive little nub responded in extreme delight….
Cora needed to hurry. She needed to get his cock out.
Dropping to her knees, she slid off to the floor.
“Give me that cock.”
Unzipping his fly, his cock stood straight out. It rose, thick and wide, his balls full and heavy. Her tongue sprang for it. She couldn’t wait to taste him. He was excited already, precum wetting his tip.
Wrapping her lips over his cock head, she couldn’t get over how big he was, and that was just his tip. She swirled her tongue around him, and he tightened, flexing and groaning to her touch. He wound his fingers around her hair, pulling her close, and she opened her lips wider, bringing his dark cock even deeper into her mouth.
“Mmm, babe, take that.”
Could she? He pushed further in her mouth, pushing at her cheeks, shoving her wide open. She struggled, forcing him deeper into her throat. She could barely even get to his base. She worked her fingers around his shaft, caressing him, taking off the pressure of him going deeper.
Pulling out, she caught her breath. “You’re so thick.”
“Sorry babe, you gotta handle that.”
“Oh, it’s not a bad thing,” she said, running her tongue from his tip to his balls. “I’ll have to get used to it.”
She tried again. This time she took her time on his tip, rushing him in and out over her plump lips. Getting him worked up at the sensitive area right below his cock head, he moaned louder, tightening around her hair. She liked being dominated like that, and he didn’t dare force her down his cock due to his size.
He let her slowly push it in her mouth. Now able to get past half way his shaft, she looked up in his eyes while she pleaded for his hot cum. As she did, she shuddered, her pussy panging, tightening, wanting him inside her.
Pulling him out, she gasped again. Then she went right back to it, giving him the service of his life.
He had to pull her off. He brought her back onto his lap.
“Let’s take that skirt off you.”
“Mmm…” She curled against his solid chest. While he slid her dress lower, she jerked him off, amazed at how tiny her hand was on that big black cock.
Her skirt dropped. He helped her take her top off. Naked, and grinding on his lap, his cock pressed against her pussy lips. Wet and sensitive, she wanted him inside, but he teased her, guiding her by the hips, glancing her with his cock each time they swayed.
“Please, get inside me.”
His slick cock swept inside. He pushed in slowly, and she clutched onto him, tightening immediately on his hardness inside her. Warm, and wet, she took him deeper. He pushed at her sides. At first there was a slight twinge of pain, but she grew used to him quickly, she was too horny not to.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
She liked that. She stood up slowly in her heels, letting his cock slide out of her. Then she took him again. This time she could take him further. His cock was unbelievable inside her, the perfect fit, filling her completely.
He took her slowly, sensually, just like he told her he would. He cherished every minute of it. While he was sensual, he took her firmly as well, grabbing her hair and keeping her in control. He made it a fact - she was his.
And she loved it.
Her pussy tightened around him, then as he got deeper, sucked him in. He groaned, flexing, every time he took her, his groaning got louder. He pulled her back as she hopped on his lap. It amazed her that she could take so much of it. He filled her more than she thought she could fit inside, yet she did, he had worked her up to a horny frenzy.
“Gotta get more of that,” he said, and he lifted her up. She didn’t know how he could do it. Cora wasn’t a small girl.
Placing her back down, bending her over the recording equipment, he didn’t care what happened to his expensive equipment, he just wanted her, and he wanted to ravage her, give her a hurting that she would never forget.
“Look at that ass,” he groaned, and he spanked her as she bent over, showing her horny sex for him.
“Ohhhh…” Her cries of passion filled the studio.
“I should record that sound.”
That made her so hot, imagining hearing her beg for his cock again the next day, and how out of her mind she was. He placed his cock tip back against her creamy pussy. She’d worked up a thick white lather on his black cock from all her juices.
Then he took her again. This time, relentless. He swung in, hitting her g-spot every time.
She got the feeling that he was holding back before…
Because this, this was unbelievable.
“Fuck, fuck,” she screamed, over and over. “You feel so good.”
He bent her arms back, arching her. He pounded her plump ass until his balls smacked against her. She wished she could listen to the recording of that, but she knew she would only hear her screaming, telling him how much she loved it.
Oh God, did I ever need this…
He fucked her like she never thought a man could. Dominating her, he slid his thick cock in and out, each time he felt harder, and each time, he throbbed inside, letting her know how close he was to coming.
“Damn babe,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”
Now Cora managed to sway back in motion with him. They rocked together, making perfect music together, every swing like hitting all the right notes before. Together, they made beautiful harmony.
She looked back, wanting to see his black cock take her tiny sex. She bit her lip, feeling the orgasm coming on, and trying to fight it. It couldn’t be stopped.
“I’m going to come,” she screamed.
“Come for me.”
He didn’t stop. His fucking got stronger, more desperate. He couldn’t wait for her to spill over him while he was inside.
Cora wanted it to go on forever. She tried to contain it, but the more she fought it, the harder it was.
It broke over her. The orgasm rocked her world. Her pussy flooded with her sweet juices. Over her screaming, she could hear Tyrell’s groans, they were deeper, more feral. He must have loved the feeling of her coming all over him.
Bending her back up, she stood, his cock still standing straight inside her. He pushed even deeper, until she laid on top of his balls. Her pussy squeezed him tight, pumping him.
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p; Then, taking her by the hips, he bounced her on his cock. She lost it then. She was already sensitive post orgasm, now she was in a delirious high. He used her. Used her until he was ready to explode.
She liked being his play thing. He manhandled her, and then, when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, he said, “I’m coming,” and she braced herself to be filled.
“Do it, please, do it. Give it to me.”
There was nothing she wanted more at that moment.
The only thing she thought about was him inside her. If only the moment could last forever.
Then he came, pumping her with his warmth. She was already filled by his sex, but now his cum was drained inside her too. She screamed, trying to crawl up onto his shoulders.
Tyrell got the hint. After he was done shuddering and throbbing inside her, he pulled out, dropping her back onto her feet. Cora couldn’t stand. Her legs wobbled, and she luckily placed her hand on the table in order to stop her fall.
He grabbed her, putting her back on his lap.
She was a happy mess. Nuzzling against his neck, she let him put his arms around her.
Cora couldn’t say anything. Her eyes teared up.
This was the break she had always been looking for.
***
Cora didn’t know where she was.
She felt something soft and wet on her forehead, and she opened her eyes, thankful to see Tyrell standing above her after a kiss. Everything was still hazy. The sex the night before had blown her mind.
That was a good sign. She certainly wasn’t unsatisfied.
Seeing Tyrell there, she knew she was in good hands.
Cora sat up, noticing she was on a leather couch, and that daylight streamed through the windows.
“Morning.”
“Is it?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair. She probably looked a mess. He really did a number on her the night before. “What did you do to me last night?”
“You passed out. You must’ve been exhausted.”
“No, I mean,” Cora stretched out. Then she attempted to stand. “I can barely walk.”
Tyrell grinned. “So you liked it then?”
“Yeah, I’d say that’s a good sign. What time is it?”
“Ten.”