by Alexis Angel
With the sudden jerk of my head, I pull free of his cock with such voraciousness that the popping sound of me breaking the suction I was applying to his cock echo through the room. Malcolm releases a sudden burst of air because he's been holding his breath. I'm definitely earning points for both technical skill and artistry.
His eyes finally opening, he lifts his head, staring at me wild eyed. His expression clearly asking one question, "What the hell?" I'm not really that surprised; I would be asking the same thing in his situation.
I feel the corner of my mouth turn up creating a devilish grin that I mean every sinister part of. I lock eyes with him and slowly start. My hands finding the bed just at each side of his body. My knees finding their way from between his legs to surround his hips. I rear back so that I am sitting completely upright, my eyes still locked tightly on his. I rock my hips forward and back and side to side feeling the tip of his cock lightly brushing against the lips of my pussy. I am intentionally waiting for it. I am waiting to see that look on his face when he realizes what exactly is about to happen.
It doesn't take Malcolm very long to go from a look of frustration to an expression of understanding. As the muscles in his face relax his eyebrows lift. That is my cue. I lower myself onto him. The tip of his cock spreading open, first the lips of my pussy, and then stretching open my hole. His eyes roll back in his head and then close as his head tips back and his mouth widens into a grin. My juices making his entry into me smooth. My grin matches his as I revel in the joy of being filled in a way that only Malcolm can fill me.
It's a struggle for me to maintain my composure. I take my time sliding myself over Malcolm's entire length, but I actually want to drop down onto him. I want to be filled completely by him. Instead, I restrain myself taking full advantage of this opportunity to tease him like he teased me in my office. But eventually, I'm able to feel his hips against the insides of my thighs, the warmth of his body against mine adding to the glorious sensation of having him inside me.
I lift myself up and lower myself down a couple of times, the emptiness of egress adding to the satisfaction of his return into me. There is a devilish thrill in taking my time like this. I know what his fantasy entails, and me straddling him and riding his cock is almost a complete realization of that fantasy. It just isn't quite what he wants, and I know that. I want the exact same thing and I have to admit that Malcolm is a master of delayed gratification.
I start bouncing up and down faster and faster grinding his cock as I come down before lifting myself up as far as I can and then pledging myself back down onto him. As I pick up the pace, Malcolm's smile widens and his eyes open. He stares directly into my eyes as I bounce up and down. His hands release the death grip on the bedspread and instead he grips my hips, his arms moving up and down in time with my body.
"Grab my tits," I say, not stopping my momentum. "I want you to pinch my nipples while I ride your fucking cock."
His fingers are like vices as he does what he's told to do. The searing pain of his grip adds to my own building desire. The small incongruities of our motions, his hand moving up when I am moving down, or him moving to the left when I am moving to the right, mix with the sensations and frictions inside me.
I'm so close and by the shortened grunts coming from Malcolm, I can tell that he's very close as well.
"Cum for me! I want you to fill me with your cum!"
Without a word Malcolm follows the command. His jaw clinches, his back arches shoving his cock deeper inside of me. I can feel his cock pulsating. I can sense his cum exploding out of his cock filling me. I did this. I made this man wild with desire and lust. The thought "I win" races through my mind, milliseconds before my own orgasm overtakes me. My body locks, held rigid by ecstasy. Instead of shaking, my body is vibrating as Malcolm pumps me full of his seed.
Malcolm's hips lower as his back relaxes. I can only follow, my body still locked in the throes of joy. His tight grip on my nipples causing jolts of electricity to course through my body in the opposite direction of the vibrations of my orgasm.
Finally, my muscles relax. I have no strength to hold myself up. I slump forward and Malcolm catches me, each of his hands cupping each of my breasts. He lowers me onto his chest and I let his heat sink, soothingly, into my body.
“Are you done?” I whisper into his ear, still feeling his hard cock inside of me. My voice is brimming with mischievousness, and that’s enough to make his cock twitch inside my pussy.
“Done? I’ll never be done with you, Athena,” he replies in a heartbeat and, before I can do anything about it, he rolls me to the side. I’m lying down, my stomach flat against the bed, and I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he moves.
Kneeling behind me, he hooks his fingers on my hips and pulls me up, making me go on all fours. I let out a whimper as he forces me up, and my skin prickles as I feel his cum dripping out of my sore pussy.
I almost regret teasing him because, in all honesty, I don’t know if my pussy can take anymore. He was inside me for brief moments, but the raw intensity with which we fucked has made sure that I’ll be walking funny for a few hours.
Thankfully – gulp – he doesn’t seem to be after my pussy right now.
Taking his hand to my pussy, he runs his fingers over my cum-coated folds and then takes them right to my ass crack. Caressing my ass crack, he then rests it against my hole and starts pressing down. I gasp as I feel his finger sliding in, the cum acting as a lube, and then he starts fingering me. His tempo is slow and gentle, but I know that this is just the build-up: the main course isn’t fingering me.
“Take it…” I say in an urgent tone, my heart almost bursting inside my chest. “Take my ass.”
“Right away, miss,” he whispers in a devilish tone, and then replaces his finger with the tip of his cock. I grit my teeth as he starts pressing it against my hole, sliding inch by slow inch inside of me, and I release a furious scream as he finally buries all of his length into my ass. “You asked for more… now let’s see if you can take it.”
With that, he starts fucking me relentless, his cock sliding in and out of me easily because of the cum he rubbed onto me. If he were any other man, his cock would've already deflated a long time ago… but this is Malcolm we’re talking about and, even after he came, he never stopped being ready for more.
I can’t even see or hear anything. I’m in a daze, transported by his cock to some far-off universe. And when he slides one hand around my waist and lays two fingers over my clit… Well, I just fucking lose it.
“OH GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my eyes rolling in their orbits as I feel flames of sheer ecstasy engulfing every inch of my body. And, at the same time, I feel Malcolm’s cock pulsing inside of me, unleashing whatever cum remained inside of him.
By the time he pulls out of me, there’s cum dripping out of my asshole… and it’s blending with the cum coming out of my pussy.
I’m ready to fall on the mattress and simply collapse but, holding me by the waist, Malcolm stops me. “I’m not done…” he whispers and then leans forward, placing both of his hands on my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. I whimper as I feel his tongue against my asshole, sliding in and out as he scoops up his own seed.
He keeps devouring me because there’s no better term for it—for God knows how long, and when he finally emerges there’s cum dripping down his chin.
“You look lovely,” I smile as, somehow, I find the strength to sit up on the bed.
“Don’t I?” he whispers and, two fingers under my chin, pulls me into him. Our lips touch and my eyelids droop by instinct as I feel the musky saltiness of his cum on me.
“I love you, Athena. I really do,” he breathes out as he pulls back from our kiss.
“So do I…” I reply, throwing myself on the bed and pulling him after me. I lay my head on his chest, and I can’t help but smile as he softly starts to run his fingers through my hair.
Ah, this is perfection.
/> Athena
I never thought I’d be this happy walking down the steps of a courthouse, but that’s exactly my state of spirit right now. There’s a bright smile on my face, and it seems that today is going to be a beautiful day.
The sky is bright blue, and there’s not a cloud in sight. The streets, like always, are packed with crowds of busy New Yorkers. It seems that everything is exactly as it should be, and you know why? Because everything’s right with the world now; what was wrong has been made right.
“Well, that does it for him,” Malcolm says as he walks toward our limo, parked just in front of the courthouse, and opens the door for me. We step inside and he sits by my side, his thigh brushing up against mine. I lay my hand on top of his and squeeze his fingers softly, turning around to look him in the eyes.
“He’s finished, right? For good?” I ask Malcolm and, even though I already know the answer to my question, I want to hear it coming out of his lips.
“He’s finished. For good,” he says with a nod and a smile, and I throw my head back against the seat and let bright clear laughter erupt from my lips.
Finally, Ben has gotten what he deserves.
You see, after buying the tapes from Ben, Malcolm and I set up a whole operation to dig every speck of dirt on Ben. He wasn’t sure what we'd find, but it turns out that a small investigation unearthed some big stuff. My lovely ex-boyfriend was involved in fraud, embezzlement, and insider trading.
And, more than that, it turned out that Ben was actively involved in harming Malcolm’s company. More than trying to make me play ball, Ben was leaking false information that harmed the companies where Malcolm held stock. It wasn’t exactly easy to gather all that information, but we just had to follow the money and start putting the pieces together to figure out what was really happening.
The moment we had all that on him, we did what any respectable American would do and we contacted the Department of Justice. You can imagine how eager they were to put their hands around the neck of another millionaire who thought himself to be above the law.
And that’s why Malcolm and I have just left the courthouse. Malcolm testified against Ben and, with the backing of the DoJ, I figure that Ben is going to spend a very long time behind bars.
Serves that bastard right.
And gotten back the $1 billion dollars that was apparently extorted from Malcolm in buying my tapes.
“Do you really have to go to the office now?” I ask him, running my tongue over my lips and offering him a lewd smile.
“I wish I hadn’t,” he replies, running one hand through my hair and allowing his eyes to wander down to my cleavage. Even though I’m wearing a respectable (and very professional looking) pencil skirt and white blouse, I made sure I looked sexy enough in the eyes of the judges; it never hurts to be a sexy woman, right? “Sorry, babe. But I have another investor coming in this afternoon. You know, the usual.”
The usual, he says. I still remember when his company was struggling, and now look at him, surrounded by investors, all of them trying to throw money at him.
The moment I knew Ben didn’t have his foot on my neck anymore, I made the rounds with some former clients and started a little avalanche. It took some time, but I made some of my former clients invest in Malcolm. After that, it was only a matter of time until he had the ball rolling. He has even paid me back (even though I told him it wasn’t necessary).
Now that we’ve proved Ben was the puppet-master behind the scenes, Malcolm is master of the universe once more. And, more than master of the universe, he’s the master of my body, mind, and soul.
He’s my husband.
Or, well, soon-to-be husband. We haven’t exactly settled on a date for the wedding, but it’s going to happen soon. We’re still a bit undecided between a big ceremony, or something more intimate, just for our closest friends and family. But these are just details, right? Big ceremony or not, what matters is that soon enough we’ll be telling our vows to each other; I know that the vows are just words, but I can’t wait to hear the till death do us part bit. Yeah, at heart I’m just a little girl who dreamed of marrying Prince Charming.
“What are you thinking about?” Malcolm asks, laying one hand on my knee.
“Thinkin’ of you,” I reply. “Thinkin’ of us.”
“Good things, I hope.”
“The best things,” I laugh, resting my hand on top of his and parting my legs slightly. His fingers roam toward the hem of my skirt, and our eyes lock.
“Fuck, I really can’t be late today,” he whispers, his voice suddenly growing heavy with anticipation. I look down at his crotch and can’t help but smile as I see the thick shape tenting his dress pants.
“Not even a few minutes?” I purr, curling my fingers around his wrist and forcing him to slide his hand under my skirt. My skin prickles as I feel his fingertips brushing against my inner thigh, and then he just cups my pussy and presses on it over my thong softly.
“Well…” he starts, looking out the window. By the look on his face, I guess he’s trying to estimate how long we have before the limo finally pulls up in front of his office building. “Maybe a few minutes won’t hurt.”
“No, not at all,” I tell him, grinning as he flicks my thong to the side. “But I guess that, after this, maybe we’ll need some kind of rule.”
“What kind of rule?” he chuckles, and then we both end up saying the same five words in unison.
“No sex during trading hours!”
Yeah, like that’s gonna work out.
Dr. Single Dad
The doctor is in.
He's gonna inject me with his love medicine.
And I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow.
8 pack abs. A rugged face with deep, soulful eyes. The most defined V I've ever seen.
All leading to a magic stick that you gotta see to believe.
Too bad I can't have him.
He just moved his billion dollar practice next door and bought my building, along with my business.
Which means I see him everyday. I feel his eyes on my @$$ as I walk by. I get wet thinking of his hands on my body. Ripping my clothes off. Bending me over. Spreading my legs and...taking my temperature.
That's it. Eric may be the doctor.
But it's time I make the house call. In his bed.
Elia
I groan as my phone rings. It’s too early for people to be calling, but I roll over and slap my hand on my nightstand to reach for my phone to stop the noise. I squint an eye open so I can swipe the screen to accept the call, then roll over to lie on my side and press the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
There’s a short silence. I hear Dana on the other line. “If you’re still asleep, you better get out of bed right now, Elia.”
My eyes snap open and I sit upright. I move too fast and fall off my single bed.
“I’m up! What time is it?”
“It’s half past eight.”
I stumble off the floor with my phone still in my hand. No wonder she woke me up.
“I told you to make sure that you’re on time because I have a dentist appointment to go to today. Now I’ve missed it.”
My heart thumps and I try to stop my racing thoughts and make words happen. “I’m awake now, let me get ready. Promise I’ll be there soon.”
Dana pauses for a second and I wonder if the warning shot is coming or if I’ll get fired right on the spot. “Just come as soon as you can.”
I try to feel relieved…but I’m still stressed out. I mumble out my gratitude and try to get my bearings. “Thanks. Sorry!”
I hang up and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower. I hop out as quick as I hopped in and grab some clothes, a dress with heels, and a jacket and scarf on my way out. Just as I’m about to leave, I remember my phone. I nearly forgot to take it.
The stupid phone’s old and barely works, so my alarm didn’t ring. It’s not the first time this has happened, which is probably why Dana cal
led me. It’s a good thing she did, otherwise I wouldn’t be going to work at all because I’m exhausted, which seems to be a bad habit of mine lately.
I run to the elevator. Luckily, it arrives fast and I run outside to start looking for a taxi. I could probably run all the way to work, if I wasn’t wearing heels. What the heck was I thinking? That’s the problem, I’m not thinking straight. My leg is bouncing up and down nervously and I’m chewing my lip like it’s my breakfast.
I’m just about to give up when I see a cab coming. I breathe a sigh of relief and raise my hand to hail it. It stops on the curb. I climb in and give the driver the address.
As I buckle up, I say, “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry. Do you mind stepping on it?”
He waves his chubby fingers in the air and says, “Sure thing sweetheart.”
As promised, he steps on the gas. The journey’s a few minutes and the only thing on my mind is sleeping. I rub my eyes and force myself to lean back in my seat and open my purse.
I have my old phone and a Kindle. I bought the Kindle recently, and it’s the one luxury I’ve allowed myself in a while. Mainly because I’m crazy about reading. Besides, it’s in better shape than my phone.
“Sorry, love. There’s a bit of traffic.”
I peer out the window and see that he’s right. There’s traffic. And not a little, a lot.
“Seems as if there was an accident or something?”
Great. Just my luck.
I can’t afford to be in a taxi, and the meter’s running while we’re stuck in traffic. I pull my Kindle out of my purse and select one of the three books I’m reading at the moment.