by Alexis Angel
His tongue moves up along my thigh to lick up my juices.
A quiet moan escapes from his lips, telling me he’s enjoying himself.
My grip tightens as I move his face closer to where I crave, but his tongue and lips still defy me. They kiss and lick against my thigh in a desperate attempt to gain control.
It’s maddening.
As much as I want to feel him on my clit, I’m thoroughly enjoying the teasing and anticipation of it all. So I’m still winning in the end.
He may be an asshole, but it’s obvious he knows exactly what he’s doing.
I’m not prepared for that jolt of electric pleasure that shoots up my spine when his hot tongue finally finds my clit. It’s a quick, but firm, flick that sneaks up under my love button.
My back arches instinctively, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan.
I expect another to follow, but I feel his lips kissing the mound of flesh over it instead.
“Your sweet nectar is of the gods.”
The way he says it has me in goose bumps. It’s like every syllable drips with lust like venom from snake.
“Then stop teasing and be a good boy.”
His tongue slips in between the folds of my wet lips and up to my clit. I let out a moan of approval.
As he kisses my clit, I feel the back of his tongue slide down in between my pussy lips once more. It’s slow and methodical. Like a surgeon operating on a patient.
I feel his lips surround my clit and a sudden, firm suck follows. I inhale sharply as a wave of ecstasy crashes into my core.
His lips and tongue alternate between kisses, licks, and sucks that have my head swirling. It’s almost mind-numbing to the point I can’t even remember my own fucking name.
Now this is the best kind of stress relief that anyone can ever ask for.
I’m certain that just his tongue alone is going to push me over the top. And it nearly does. But when I feel him slide his finger inside me I feel like I’ve been pushed into deeper depths.
“Ooohhh.”
I can’t help myself. McSexy has my thighs trembling.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop. Make me fucking cum!” I yell.
I grab another handful of his dark hair and find myself clinging to him for dear life. It feels like a tsunami washes over me and sends me crashing back to shore. Little waves washing over me as I slowly begin to come down from the intense rush.
He stands up before me with a shit-eating grin and begins to lick my juices from his fingers.
I want to hate him, but it’s so fucking hot.
We share a look that tells each other that we want more.
“Couch. Now.”
I pull my lingerie up over my head and toss it aside without much thought.
When I look at him, I see he hasn’t even budged.
“I won’t say it again. Couch.”
There is a sloppy, slurping noise that comes from his lips as he licks the last of me from him and moves over to the couch.
I contemplate getting on my knees and tasting that mammoth cock of his, but I just really want to sit on it and ride him until he submits.
What is a woman to do?
My knees hit the cool hardwood floor and I push his legs apart. The sight of his cock before me has me second-guessing my course of action.
His cock throbs in my hand, and I can’t even wrap my fingers around the entire thing. It’s intimidating to say the least, but that glistening purple head just looks too damn good to not have a taste of.
And I was never one to back down from a challenge.
Ever.
My lips wrap around the head of his cock, his taste lingering on my tongue as suck on him firmly.
I moan against the pulsating cock in my mouth, and I feel his thighs twitch. He growls as he grabs my hair.
My lips open wider to take more of him into my mouth while his grip tightens. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s firm enough to tell me he’s in control now.
Fuck, it’s hot.
I can already feel my cunt aching to feel him inside.
Hell, my entire body is aching to feel him inside of me. To feel him fill me to the core.
I’ve never experienced a cock so big on a man so fucking sexy. He is so goddamn perfect that I’m not entirely sure that he wasn’t sculpted from marble.
His cock is fucking hard enough for it.
I have to use both my hands to stroke along his impressive length and it still feels like I fit another hand or two before I’ve surrounded the entirety of it.
“Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.”
Now normally I prefer it when a guy just shuts the fuck up and enjoy that I’ve bothered to grace his cock with my lips.
But McSexy here?
When he says it, my fucking cunt throbs and my mouth craves more of him against the back of my damn throat.
Believe me...I fucking try. It’s just so fucking thick I can only get it so far.
That is until I feel his hips thrust up and his fist push down.
There is a moment where I think this might be how I die: choked to death on a massive cock. Thankfully it isn’t.
I lift myself from his member, gasping for breath as tears form in my eyes. I look up at him and see that fucking grin on his face.
Part of me wants to smash him.
The other part of me really enjoyed it.
Again, my lips wrap around the head of his cock and we both moan in tandem. The hard sucking of his head seems to really get him going as his thighs and cock twitch and throb. Even the grip on my hair gets tighter the more firmly I suck.
“Fuck yes,” he growls through a sexy moan.
The slurping of my lips and tongue on his cock get so loud I almost think the people two floors down could probably hear. And if they didn’t hear that, they most certainly heard the growls and moans that came from recent acquisition.
And I’m far from done with him yet.
I let my hands go to work on stroking his shaft and move my swollen lips to his balls, which are most definitely freshly shaven.
Nothing better than a man with a knack for hygiene and cleanliness.
I take one into my mouth first and give it a firm tug while I suck on it. He moans and stutters over words until it pops out of my mouth with a loud PLOP.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Don’t you dare throw in the towel yet. I’m not finished.”
Except that, apparently, I am finished.
His hands grab me and lift me up into him with so much apparent ease that I must have been like a coffee mug to him.
It’s not often that I meet a man who can handle me like a rag doll in the bedroom. There’s an excitement that comes with knowing that about your partner. An excitement that has me giggle like a fucking teenager when he sets me on his lap.
“I need you right now. No more teasing. You’re mine.“
The look he gives me is intense. There is some fiery passion in his eyes that I haven’t seen in a man in a very long time.
It feels amazing to be looked at with such desire, to know that someone craves you so badly.
Our lips are crashing against each other and we can taste ourselves on the other. It’s fucking hot.
He lifts me up and I am frantically grabbing his cock to guide him.
My nervous thoughts of ‘is it going to fit?’ subside as he slides into me, my cunt well lubricated from his incredible tonguing skills.
I gasp loudly as his entire cock glides into me with ease, enjoying every fucking inch as it packs into my cunt.
My head lulls back, and I’m looking at my ceiling through stars in my eyes. His cock is hitting everything all at once, and it feels unlike anything I’ve felt before.
I felt like I had just seen God in that moment. And I’m pretty sure he was giving me the wink and the gun.
McSexy’s rough hands grab my tits with a firm grip as I’m bouncing off his cock and I feel his hot mouth around my hard
nipples. He sucks on them the same way he sucked on my clit earlier, and I’m sure I’m already about to explode.
Now there’s having a mind-numbing orgasm when you get your pussy eaten right, and then there’s the incomparable experience that comes with being stuffed with a cock like this.
Everything in my body clenches. My mind becomes a hazy mess of jumbled words and numbers that have no meaning. I cum so hard that I feel like I’m drowning at sea with no flotation device.
I don’t even get a chance to get my bearings when I feel his lips on mine once more. Nor do I even fucking care.
I’m so far off into another world that I don’t even notice the signs coming from his body.
The tightening of his muscles.
The quick, shallow breaths.
It isn’t until I feel this incredible surge of warmth inside me that I realize he’s coming.
And I can feel every fucking spurt like a geyser inside of me. Filling me with more than I can imagine at that moment.
The feeling of it all is beyond words.
For once in my life, I feel sated. I feel spent.
“What the fuck is your name, anyway?”
“Call me Will.”
I struggle to catch my breath and kiss him.
Will. More like will you fuck me like that again?
Or maybe later anyway when I don’t feel like a giant cup of Jell-O.
“And you?”
Fuck. What is my name?
I can’t even remember.
“Kat? Kat.”
Am I right? Oh, fuck it. Who cares? I’m returning him, anyway.
“Well, Kat. Why don’t get we grab some refreshments and move this along to the bedroom?”
I look at him and the man looks like perfectly fucking composed. You’d never tell that he just fucked me senseless.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Seriously? What? Did you think I was done?”
Holy shit. What did I get myself into? How am I ever going to survive work tomorrow?
But how the fuck do I say no?
William
Somewhere, there’s an alarm blaring.
I’m fucking confused—didn’t I just quit the day job?
Isn’t that what we just hired a new CEO for?
A few blinks, and it all comes back to me.
MaleOrder.com.
Kat. Sweet, luscious little Kat.
She’s up and moving.
“I have to go. It’s my first day at my new job,” she explains. As she scrambles around, she pauses to look at me. “Can you get a move on?”
She sounds pissed. Maybe she’s been speaking for a while. I don’t fucking know.
“Sure, babe,” I stretch, and yawn. “But I was hoping for a solution to this morning glory, actually.”
She gives me a scowling frown, so telling of just so much frustration. It makes me want to put my cock in her mouth and show her some real relief.
She’s pulling on a tight skirt and slipping into a blouse while she brushes her hair.
“Get up,” she barks, just expecting me to leave without a fight.
I gawk at her as she puts on a pair of pink heels.
“Now!”
I do and dawdle to the bathroom, cock swinging. Once I’m done, I wander toward the kitchen. I come up behind her and grab her around the waist, pushing my cock against her ass.
For a moment, I can feel her.
Her body relaxes. Her eyes close. Her lips part ever-so-slightly as she tilts her head toward the heavens…
She fucking wants it.
“That’s right, baby,” I tell her, running my hands up and down the crispness of her linen blouse. “Feel me. Love me. Give into it.”
“No,” she says, now sounding really irritated. “Feel me—we’re not doing this right now. I need to get a move on…and you need to get the fuck out.”
She pushes me off and steps away.
“But baby,” I joke. I can’t stop grinning. “I’m your mail-order husband. I’m supposed to swan around here all day being pampered until you get back to fuck me.”
She lets out a very angry exhalation, holding her nose briefly.
“Look, enough of this shit. Last night was great and all, but it’s back to business now. I have a job to get to, and you have other various engagements of being a fuck toy, I’m sure.”
She’s clearly trying to insult me. The joke is on her though; it was a rather accurate description. Nothing she’s saying is stinging in the slightest.
She glares at me, sipping some coffee.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a beverage, darling? Were you raised by wolves or something?”
She slams her cup down on the counter—mercifully empty, otherwise she’d be getting changed—and points furiously at the counter.
“Make your own fucking coffee. I’m not your slave!”
“No, babe, but I’m yours. You’re supposed to take me in and love me.” I give her my best sad puppy face. “I have no clothes. I’m stuck here.”
She stares at me, face going flat. “You…”
“Yeah, babe. I arrived here wearing nothing but a fucking bow,” I say, stirring up some coffee for myself and jutting my hips out so it’s very obvious how hard my cock is. “Which you remove from me, if you’ll recall. So, if you want me to get the fuck out, I’m going to get arrested.”
This is fucking hilarious. I grin over the edge of my coffee cup, jiggling my cock up and down.
“Will you fucking stop that!”
“Not until you suck it, babe.”
“Where the fuck do they find guys like you anyway?”
“Oh, we’re made to measure. Printed off an assembly line by 3D printers. Quite amazing actually.”
“Okay, fuck this,” she says, rolling her eyes at me. “I’m late now. Really fucking late! Stay here, then. See if I give a shit.”
She grabs her purse and slams out the door.
I chuckle as I finish my coffee. It’s nice to antagonize her just that little bit more—as well as make her late for work.
Wish I could’ve talked her into sex, though. Then, she’d be even later, and it would wear that edge off her.
I sit down on the couch casually, picking up the phone. I call my secretary, but before I can explain everything I need, she’s already on it.
“What’s the address, Will?” she asks.
I chuckle at her bored tone. The many times I’ve ended up buck naked somewhere I don’t remember going!
I settle back to wait for my emergency package to arrive. Once I’ve got a suit and a cell, I’ll head to work and squeeze the new CEO just for kicks.
Once my suit arrives, with a bit of emergency cash and a new phone, I head out to get a cab. It’s a nice morning, all clean and crisp with sunlight.
Whatever job that woman does, it must be rough. It’s barely nine a.m. now. I can’t remember the last time I was up this early.
We reach the building, and I tip my cabbie, whistling a bit as I hit the stairs. I’m interested to see the new CEO. I’ve been wining and dining so much for the business—and for myself—that I haven’t had a chance to meet the guy yet.
I’ve heard he’s some kind of prodigy, quite young for having jumped into big business. I feel like the guy might have a rough day, and I want to be there to see him sweat. Nothing like pressure from the owner to make a new job even more rough.
Not to mention a nice collection of fires I’ve set up.
Sometimes, I’m so good I amaze myself.
I wander up to the main floor, still whistling a bit. I can hear female voices from the office—my old office—so I head there. It’s just hitting main business hours, so that’s where the new guy should be.
As I approach, I start to get a weird feeling. These voices are familiar. My secretary, of course I know.
But the other voice…I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere before.
Oh, dear god. Please don’t tell me one of my former fuck buddies has t
racked me down. It happens occasionally, and it’s always embarrassing as hell.
I move up to the doorway, and I see her from the back.
The recognition is a physical shock. I notice the pink heels first. I lean on the door frame, grinning and enjoying the view.
“Well, fuck me,” I blurt, announcing my presence loudly.
They both turn and look at me.
When she sees me, she doesn’t look happy about it.
“No,” Kat says, jaw dropped. “What the fuck—no. Get. Out. Now. Before I call security.”
My poor secretary is trying to melt into the wall. My grin just gets wider as I look my newest acquisition right in the eyes.
“I don’t think so, baby. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Will Ambrose, and I run this fucking show. Welcome to my company, sweetheart.”
The silence is glorious, but the look on Kat’s face is even better.
Katrina
I can’t move or speak for a few seconds. Mostly because I’ve just realized I let this guy fuck the shit out of me, not knowing who he was.
It was supposed to be a fun little blowout—the kind of thing I never do—and just a bit of fun.
Not a fucking major disaster.
He strides into the room as the secretary bolts. He stops in front of me, and my crossed arms move to my hips while I stick my chin out.
I’m not going to back down.
They made me CEO here, and just because I fucked the daylights out of him, doesn’t mean I have to give in. I still have some power here.
“How fucking funny is this?”
He’s positively delighted.
“At home, I work for you. But here, you work for me.”
“I don’t see it that way,” I snap.
I’m utterly fuming, but I keep my voice steady. Self-control is what’s gotten me so far in life, after all.
“In my opinion, you’re the one who’s butting in where you shouldn’t be. I run the company now. You’re such a fucking slacker, and it needs someone who’s committed to the role.”
He stops in front of me, only inches separating our bodies.
I wish I could stop thinking about his body. I wish my body wasn’t responding to him.
I can’t help it. The harder he looks into my eyes, the wetter I get.
I’m aching. It makes me mad.