by Mia Madison
She opened her mouth, but I pushed past her to continue.
“We can even do artificial insemination,” I begged. “Please, give me this chance. Say yes, let’s plan this wedding out to happen in a few weeks, and let’s walk away in a few years in a nice, clean, drama-free break.”
She looked at me, her eyes glassy and expression unreadable. Her hand trembled in mine, and the soft, sexy fragrance she wore captivated my attention, but not enough to take my mind off this proposition.
She yanked her hand away, stood up abruptly, and walked out.
“I have to go.”
Morelli
My gait exiting that restaurant was as stable as could be despite the circumstances. I thought I was going on a date with a man who was actually interested in giving me a chance. Instead, this man was fucking insane. He wanted to skip the courtship and romance, and head straight to a planned marriage, artificially inseminated kids, and a divorce planned five years ahead of time.
I wanted love. Real love. I wanted someone to grow old with, who would wash my wrinkly back and let me wash theirs. I wanted a man I could beg to leave work on Friday and stay inside to fuck all weekend, hiding away from the world until Monday comes.
I wanted the fucking fairytale, a prince on a white horse. I just wanted the dirty, adult version, where I, the princess, gets to slide down his pole, releasing him of tension after a long day.
I stood outside the restaurant, furious. I texted Dilayla. She had no choice but to listen to this. Who else could I tell?
“Morelli…” a breathless Dom called from behind me. I steeled my will and refused to turn and look at him. That handsome and worried face would melt me, and I refused to put myself on the line for him.
“Morelli.” Dom’s hands reached out, as if he were about to touch me, but he controlled himself and clasped them together. The remorseful expression on his face spoke volumes, but the heat burning on my face held more potency.
“Please… let me take you home.”
“I appreciate the chivalry, but I’m fine. Uber’s coming in five minutes.”
“And an Uber costs how much at this time of night?”
“I have money.” I shrugged defensively. “What’s it to you anyway? We’re done here.”
Dom’s knitted brows and quiet swallow amplified the troubled expression on his face.
“I apologize for being disrespectful. That was an indecent proposal, and I don’t blame you for being upset. But please, I have to make sure you get home safely. Please let me give you a ride, make sure you get into your place, and leave. You don’t have to talk to me again.”
Valet pulled the car around, exited the driver’s side, and opened the passenger door. Red faced and determined not to make a scene, I bit my lip, canceled my ride, and stepped inside his car.
Dilayla still hadn’t responded to my text. It felt safe to assume she was busy making love to Nick. At least he desperately wanted to be with her.
I said nothing to Dom as he plugged my address into his GPS. He played his audiobook, but I tuned it out. I was in my own world, pissed off at being proposed a fake-ass engagement in one week, with kids and a divorce in five years. I would be in my thirties when we’d end this charade, and starting over wouldn’t be fun.
And as if he needed to add to insult, this asshat had the nerve to insinuate I was getting nowhere fast with my love life. Fuck him!
He pulled his car into the closest visitor’s parking space when we arrived.
“I’m right upstairs.” I didn’t need him to be this proper. It wasn’t like he’d be staying. His ass was gone the minute I opened my door.
“I know, but it’s the respectful thing to do.” His tone was quiet and restrained. “If fire trucks needed the entrance, my car could block them from saving a life.”
“Do you see a fire?” I wanted to snap and say. I shrugged it off instead, and reached for the door. He interrupted me, asked me to wait. He exited the car and walked around to open my passenger door for me. He also opened the building doors and pushed the right elevator floor for me. Despite my desire to punch him in the face, his displays of chivalry were sweet gestures, each of which I thanked him for.
I could feel the anger re-channel itself. I stopped being viciously mad and became viciously aroused instead. My Magic Wand would get intense use tonight. I needed to let off steam, cry out in delight.
I could feel myself switching harder than usual, my nipples getting erect as they swayed underneath the fabric of my dress, crying out for attention it wouldn’t get from Dom or any man. I swore them off. Fuck it. I’d stay single forever and adopt ten cats.
When I got to the door, the silence was more than deafening. I pushed the key in the lock.
“I’m here,” I said. “Thank you.”
I turned to slam the door shut, when I heard a small noise escape him.
“Morelli…”
I looked at him. My heart was burned, but the wave of apprehension in his voice touched me. I’d at least grant him the respect to say goodbye.
His eyes were regretful. “I just wanted to apologize again for being disrespectful to you…”
He rambled off his apologies, rationalizing his belief that he could help us both. All I could do was watch those lips move, the huskiness of his chest rise and fall as he explained himself.
As pissed as I was, it was crazy that I could still see how handsome he was. I blamed it on my pussy, which was getting wetter with each second that passed. He was vulnerable, ashamed of his behavior and willing to make it up to me. Something in me lit up. I realized I had the prime opportunity to get what I wanted.
“Come in.” I stepped aside to let him in. “I don’t want everyone to hear our business.”
His eyes widened and he nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He walked past me, and the scent of his cologne intoxicated me. It was a mixture of aquatics with his natural scent. It made for a dangerous, musky scent that gave me wild thoughts.
“Fuck it,” I said aloud, slightly hissing on my intake of air.
“What?” he asked, quizzically.
I grabbed him by his collar, pulling him close to me as I pressed my lips against his. Lust burned in my kiss. I let my body relax into his when I pushed him against the wall and slowly slid my tongue across his bottom lip. I needed to own him with passionate femininity, as if he were a regular at the club.
Fuck this. He was just way too shy, and I had to get what I wanted for once - and show him we both wanted the same thing.
He whimpered in protest, but the way his cock jumped in his pants let me know my seduction was working.
I was Morelli, the sexiest entertainment at King of Diamonds. Men wanted me. Women fantasized about being me. Couples were willing to pay racks of money to have me for one night. This guy had no idea how lucky he was that I wanted him—him above any other man in the land of Miami—and I was gracious enough of a goddess to show him how much.
But I also needed this. The bedroom (and in a man’s wildest fantasies) was only one of a few places I could control a man.
I could have pulled out my Hitachi again, but fuck a vibrator. I needed dick. I needed to savor the warmth of a man’s body, the essence of his masculinity, and feel its hard, throbbing contrast rubbing pleasurably against my softest, most sensitive places. I needed that searing friction, and the release that came from physically submitting to a man.
“Morelli…” he protested softly, but I moaned even louder and pressed myself against him, grinding against the growing erection in his pants. I brought his hands up to my breasts.
“Please…” I panted softly, leaning my head back and moaning as one of his fingers curiously circled a hard nipple. His breath hitched and he looked like he would die right there when I begged, “It’s been so long. I need this.”
I lifted my leg to the side of him, an erotic flamingo stance as I held him against the wall, licked his neck, and told him how long it’s been since I had a man.
“I need your touch, Dom,” I continued to plead. “You say you want a wife? Well, I want a husband. But I want someone who wants me.”
I exposed my breasts, full, firm, and lifted, and held them up to him.
“Don’t you want me?” I asked, my voice a husky whisper. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My pussy ran with hot lava, and I needed him inside me, but I needed him to meet me halfway as well.
“It’s just not right. We’re on a first date.” He trembled, and I could see his lips quivering. The erection pressing against my crotch told me he wanted to fuck me, take me right then and there, but was restrained.
Dom looked at me with the guilt of a fat kid stealing a slice of cake before dinner. He was just too much of a gentleman, a nice guy that needed to go rogue. I would change that.
“Dom!” I shrieked in frustrated, dramatic need. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed my hard, pink nipple against his lips. That’s when he stopped fighting the primal urge to connect. He groaned in desire and his lips opened up, automatically locking themselves around me.
I cried with ecstasy as my standing leg buckled. Dom steadied me. One of his sturdy hands grabbed my ass while the other grabbed the leg that was against him. He feverishly, hungrily suckled away at my body, and I felt myself quiver with relief.
Yes! Yes! It’s one thing to be with a man I have fun with, but just from the way he licked my nipple, savoring the bulb of my nipple, Dom confirmed the intense chemistry bubbling underneath his calm exterior. He wanted me. He always wanted me. He just froze whenever it came to expressing himself clearly to me.
I was intimidating to want. I seemed out of his league, at least in his mind, and I could respect that. But I didn’t give a fuck about that when I wanted him.
My soul quivered in relief as our desires rose to the surface. Dom groaned as he sucked me.
“I love these tits,” he groaned, and it almost sounded like a whine. “So fucking…” He clasped his lips around my other breast and groaned. “Beautiful.”
“Yes, baby,” I moaned. We wriggled our hips, making our cunt and cock grind against each other as he tongued my tits down. I sang in appreciation, moaning, sighing, and feeling my clit swell with every delicious sensation he gave me.
I pushed away, just enough to let my leg down, and dropped to my knees. Pushing my face into the crotch of his pants, I made contact with the erection in his pants and crooned.
“Let me kiss you…” I begged, looking him directly in the eyes. I kissed his bulge and begged, “Daddy, take it out. Let me taste it, baby.”
He reached for his zipper, and fished his length out. That alone let me know he was mine to control. His breath came in sharp pants. They staccato’d as I stroked him and sucked the husky, beautiful head into my mouth. His cock was handsome, just like him.
“Damn,” he groaned. I inhaled the masculine scent of his sex as I stroked my lips over him. My head moved up and down the hard length of his erection, allowing my tongue to stroke the underside of his dick.
I wanted Dom so much, and now I had him. He tasted wonderful, even the taste of his nervous sweat delighted my senses.
Dom’s body buckled as I licked, sucked, and orally appreciated his body. His fingers knotted in my hair. The grip was firm, and then he released it and apologized. I shook my head and gripped his fingers much more tightly around my locks.
“Fuck my mouth like you’ve always wanted to,” I coaxed, slapping this fat dick all over my wet tongue. “I like when you grip my hair and fuck my face.”
“Oooh… shit,” he moaned, and pre-cum flooded the tip. He was salty sweet like a caramel pretzel. I deep throated him, looking up as his face contorted in ecstasy and he bucked his hips. From the speed in his thrusts, I could feel him galloping close to the edge.
Dom
She wasn’t what I wanted, but she was everything I needed.
Morelli’s mouth moisturized my cock. Her hands stroked my dick expertly as she suckled my length, luring me between her lips like a Venus Flytrap. Her big tits, soft and full, swung sensuously, precious pendulums that timed the tightening of my balls as my climax made its way up my shaft.
My toes curled as I held myself up against the wall, one hand in her perfectly styled hair. I winched and prayed that she didn’t kill me for exploding in her mouth. I hadn’t had a blowjob—or a woman—in a long time, and she was not only the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, she was the nastiest.
She looked me in my eyes with her hazel glare, daring me to look away as she sucked my cock. She gave head like a pro, like she was born to do it. I felt my balls, heavy with a nut I told myself I’d bust in self-loathing glory when I got home. They tightened with every hot, wet slurp of her soft, slick lips.
My toes curled and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I felt my sanity slip as I prepared to come. This sexy, fierce goddess was about to suck my soul through my cock. She pulled back just before I blew my top, and licked my swollen head. A chill passed through me.
She stood to her feet and pushed her tongue in my mouth, which I eagerly accepted. My hands grabbed her face and pulled her closer. She tasted amazing, and I couldn’t hold back my desire anymore.
I started to kneel, ready to return the favor, but she stopped me.
“Nah ah.” She wagged her finger. She crooked it to beckon me further into the house, and I followed, my pants around my ankles.
She kneeled onto her sofa, and hiked up her dress, revealing a soaking-wet pussy. Her thighs were glazed with juice. I wanted to taste her… so, so bad, but she slapped me away when I dropped to all fours.
“Daddy… Dom,” she crooned, eye fucking me as she did. “I know there’s a savage beast underneath that gentle, shy, and quiet demeanor. And I know you’ve been raised to respect women…”
She stopped and moaned as she reached underneath and sank a finger into her soaking-wet pussy, putting on a show that made me squeeze the tip of my cock to prevent me from erupting.
“But I don’t want your respect. Don’t eat me, taste me, or lick me.”
I looked at her in confusion.
“I thought you liked getting your pussy eaten?”
Desire flared in her eyes. “I’d like you to shove yourself deep inside me and fuck the shit out of me instead.”
Pure sex filled her gaze, with pure need and desire, and she raked me head to toe, stopping to gaze lovingly at my cock.
“I could worship you for hours, you know.”
Her boldness and her words unsettled me. I was terrified in that moment. She was so sexual and seductive, I knew I would cum almost immediately. She’d laugh and tell Raquel and Dilayla.
“Dom, come here and dominate me,” she begged.
My legs trembled as I nodded and made my way over. Why the fuck was I so excited and scared? I’d never had a woman want me so bad and the more demanding she became, the more terrified and turned on I became.
She adjusted for me to fit perfectly behind her on the couch and pushed out her perfect ass. It wasn’t large, but it was perfectly shaped with the right amount of bubble to it.
I slid my cock up and down her wetness, moaning at how beautiful and drenched she felt. I could smell the fragrance of her innermost desires, and I could almost taste her primal need for me.
She pushed her torso onto the couch and moaned, “Please, daddy…”
The trusting femininity of her voice drove me crazy, and I slowly pressed myself inside. Thick, wet slides, of pussy juice caressed my shaft as I sank into her wet heat.
I pushed my way in slowly, taking care because she was incredibly tight, like a virgin. She gasped out for me, and as I developed a consistent stroke, her pussy molded itself to my fit, capturing me in a wet embrace.
Every thrust compounded to fill me with pleasure, each plunge making the world go further and further away from me.
“Yes, daddy,” she gasped. “That’s it. Fuck me, fuck my wet pussy.”
She rocked herse
lf back in rhythm with me, her suction on my cock coaxing me into the milky way of erotic ecstasy. Her pussy was the smoothest, wettest, hottest experience ever, and she begged for me with a dreamlike intensity.
I don’t know why I denied myself so much pleasure. These hot, passion-drenched slaps of my balls against her cunt walls, feeling her push-pull in perfect rhythm with my strokes… they perfectly aligned with the floral scent of her perfume, and this magical, mysterious fragrance between her thighs. I hadn’t smelled it when we were out, but now that we were slappin’ skin, knockin’ boots, it mixed with her sex essence and intoxicated me.
Morelli’s cunt pulsated, and I could see her slender fingers grab the arm of the couch and squeeze, forcing slim veins to appear in her hand. She gasped and cried out wildly as she shook.
“Dom… Dom… I’m cumming. Shit, fuck, daddy, I’m cumming.” She climaxed, her orgasm in cascading waves that sent ripples of wet desire down my shaft. It was quite a view to watch pleasure rocket through her.
She purred in sated contentment, but I was still rock hard and mesmerized.
Her eyes met mine and she looked totally serene as she told me, “Don’t stop, baby… I want to feel you cum. I want you to fuck me until you can’t take it and explode all over me.”
Emboldened by her softness, the way she gave herself to me, I picked up my strokes. My dick never felt this hard, and I could feel the individual sensations of every vein on my shaft.
Explosive pleasure filled my nut sack and traveled up my shaft. Just an hour ago, I tried to convince this woman to play my wife. I wanted to marry her, just to fulfill a promise to my mother and myself.
But as my toes cramped and my nut surged through the length of my dick, I realized I was about to cum. I wanted to make it last forever, but I wouldn’t be able to control my nut.
“Oooh, daddy, fuck my pussy,” she said. “Take my pussy and fuck me hard like your little whore until you cum all over my ass.”