A Daddy for Mother's Day

by Natalie Knight

  I close my eyes and think of him. I always think of him. My body's always vibrating with small electric impulses that connect me to him. I guess this is what a soulmate relationship feels like. I just never dreamed it'd be so intense, all of the time.

  I open my eyes and he's there, standing in the doorway staring at me. He loves to watch me. He's got a towel around his waist which he drops to the floor. I take in the full view of his rock-hard body and that 10-inch cock.

  He's hard again, of course, and ready for more. He looks at me with dark eyes and I can sense the promise of what's to come.

  "I'm waiting for you," I say somewhat nervously.

  "Good," is all he says as he sinks himself into the tub.

  With his massive frame occupying so much space, the water rises almost to the point that it's spilling over the edge.

  "Ahh, this is nice," he says.

  All I can do is watch those muscular shoulders flex as relaxes against the edge of the bath. I see rippling abs and I'm sure my face registers nothing but a craving...for him.

  He pulls my legs underneath the water so that I'm wrapped around his waist. His cock is just inches from my pussy.

  I circle it with my hand and he has an amused expression on his face.

  "Like what you see?"

  "Of course. I want it. Now."

  I'm greedy and hungry to consume him in some way, shape, or form. I ache to ride him and to feel that giant cock inside of me.

  His hands grip my waist as he hoists me up on top of him. I slide onto him easily and soon he's inside me. The water makes it all the easier to conform to his size. I'll never get used to a shaft that big, but I'll never tire of trying either.

  I cling onto his shoulders and cross my legs around him tightly. He lifts my ass up and down onto his cock, finding a nice rhythm. Soon we're in sync and it feels so good.

  The warm bath water matches the warmth that's rising from within my belly. I kiss his neck and hold on tight for the ride.

  I rock back and forth on him. The water's sloshing everywhere, out of the tub and onto the floor.

  I grind my clit into him and the added sensation nearly takes me over the top.

  "Hold on, baby. Just hang on," he says like he's coaching me through it.

  Ever the one to draw out my pleasure, I'm always trying not to cross that threshold until he gives me the okay. The best way is to come together, and also when he commands. He seems to know the ins and outs of my body better than I do. He knows what I need.

  I come down on his massive cock little by little.

  He's in me as deep as he’s ever been. He looks at me, straight in the eyes, and kisses me. We can't get enough of each other and it's apparent.

  I feel a certain fullness, a sense of satisfaction that defies everything. With him in this moment, all is well and I am eternally safe, cherished.

  When we're fucking, life is perfect. All the problems melt away and all can see is him.

  I never knew this amount of loving someone was possible. I never knew I could be so hungry for just one man.

  He's staring at me with those deep, soulful eyes and I know he's as far into this as I am. This is only the beginning of our beautiful future. All the pieces are in place and I will be his in this way every day for the rest of our lives.

  It's amazing, a miracle really. This amount of intense love is awesome and he, so enduring, keeps pushing me to new heights.

  "Baby, I can feel you. I can feel every part of you," he growls into my ear.

  I circle around him so he can feel my pussy walls tighten. I'm so close to coming.

  He sucks my tits, happy with the view. When we're not kissing he's pulling and twisting my nipples.

  I hold onto his neck for dear life as the inevitable wave is about to crash. I've crossed an edge now that there's no arriving back from.

  "Baby, fuck. I'm coming."

  With one final thrust, I shatter around him in a thousand different ways.

  His lips, his chest, his cock. Everything melds into one, but the feeling of him inside of me is what sets me off and what causes multiple detonations of bliss within my body.

  My mind feels fragmented with images of him. It's bliss, a kind of paradise that can only be found with him.

  "Fuck, baby, you came so hard."

  "I know," I manage to mutter in between breaths.

  He lifts me off of him and turns me around in the water so that I'm leaning over the tub. He rubs my ass and it gives it a quick spank before pushing his cock deep inside me from behind.

  This immediately hits my G-spot and it's pulsing with so much pleasure.

  I let him do what he wants to my body because I'm floating in bliss. I've just had the most intense climax and I'm not ready for round two yet. But he doesn't stop, he doesn't cease. He does his thing, continuing to drive into me.

  He pounds into me, unable to stop his own release. Water's crashing over the edge of the tub. The pulsations are turning electric and soon he and I are coming at the same time.

  Radiant spirals of cool heaven emanate from within me. I've never had it like this. He's grasping my hair, pulling it gently as he emerges over his own cliff.

  "This is perfect," I say. "I don’t ever want to stop, Xavier."

  "Just think," he says in low, silky tone in my ear. "You have your whole life to look forward to this. It will always be this intense, Allie. You can count on it."

  Fuck me. This is my forever. And it’s better than I ever could have hoped.

  Allie

  I'm on the site of yet another photo shoot. I guess you could say I've been working like crazy these days. Fashion editors are clamoring for my attention on both the East and West Coast, and also abroad.

  What began as a public relations nightmare has ended in me being a social media influencer and an inspiration to all. My story, that of being manipulated by a viral video, seems to have humbled me in the eyes of the public and made me more relatable.

  I've come out as the heroine on top of a dark situation. The fact that Xavier put the whole weight of his company behind me and helped to sort out my image crisis, well it helped a lot.

  Now I have at least a million followers on Instagram and that is in itself profitable. I've shot ad campaigns for all the major fashion houses, and I'm working on one today.

  It happens to be in New York City, which is a treat because I get to be with Xavier instead of on an airplane.

  He's here watching me, as he always likes to do when he gets the chance. He's a control freak, really. He likes to make sure every outfit is perfect and that I look like the supermodel I now am.

  I love to have his over-the-top, domineering presence around. It makes me feel safe and comfortable. He's become more than just my lover—we're best friends now.

  I walk over to him for approval on my latest outfit, even though the stylist is technically in charge of that.

  "How do I look?" I say to him as I grab his arm and use my other hand to trace his rock-hard abs.

  I will never get tired of this. He's smoking hot, the guy every girl wants to have. And now, he's all mine.

  He sees a hungry look in my eyes.

  "You can't be thinking of that now. You have to work. You're gonna nail this shoot and they'll give you the cover."

  He can always tell when I want to have sex. Which is pretty much always.

  "Okay, Xavier, but you know what I expect tonight," I say to him with fire in my eyes.

  "Oh, baby, with you looking so beautiful right now dolled up in this outfit, tonight you can expect the very best," he says.

  This statement comes almost as a warning of what I'm going to experience tonight. Every day he takes me to new heights of pleasure and our connection is so deep that I never dreamed it was possible to love someone this much.

  He's very commanding, and something about that allows me to relax because I know he's got it all under control.

  "Okay, Allie, we're ready for you now," the photographer says.r />
  I reluctantly leave Xavier's side and return to the set. The theme is graffiti, street-style fashion photography. So the backdrop is a brick wall they've made in the studio that several graffiti artists have worked their magic on. It's super gritty, and super me.

  I'm excited to have this opportunity and I've been grateful every day since the crisis happened. I never dreamed I'd be on top of my career like this, at this level. But this shows that I earned it and I deserve it. You can't fake it at the top. You have to have real talent to be here.

  And I'm proud to say Xavier hasn't had to get me any of my jobs. I've earned them all by myself. And that makes me proud. In fact, I've haven't worked for his company at all since the scandal. It's not because I haven't wanted to, it's because I haven't had time.

  Usually, he's with me, jet-setting around the world. I feel strong in my power as a model, and I feel independent as a woman. All of that makes it easier for me to give myself to him. I know I rely on him for nothing. So I can give him everything.

  "Okay, Allie, let's take it from the top," the photographer says.

  The makeup artists that have been primping me scatter away, someone hits the music, and the camera starts to flash.

  I'm on.

  I give him my best moves and I carefully follow the photographer's direction. He's a joy to work with. This entire team is.

  He has me arching my back against the wall and doing a variety of photos that complement the outfit.

  I see Xavier watching me at a distance. His eyes are dark and I can only imagine what he's thinking.

  He always does this when I'm on a shoot. And the idea of him watching me turns the heat up on things so much. I think I'm a better model under his gaze.

  "Nice, Allie, good job, just like that."

  I'm trying to put emotion into my posing so that my eyes are not left empty. How could they be when Xavier is undressing me with his own eyes?

  His possessive nature turns me on so much and it comes out full force when I'm modeling and have so many eyes on me. He stares at me intently like he wants me to understand that I'm his, his alone.

  I move my body in a variety of ways. I smile, I frown, and I give the photographer any type of expression he requests. I crawl and writhe on the ground, and I jump through the air like a gazelle. Anything he demands of me, I do.

  And there's my man watching me the whole time. I know this gives him pleasure, and it certainly puts me on my A-game.

  At last, the shoot is over, and I rush over to him. I cover his beautiful, chiseled face with kisses and he pulls me in hard for a long kiss.

  "You did so well out there," he says, moving my hand down so I can feel the length of his cock pressing against his pants. “It’s so fucking hot watching you model.”

  I lick my lips in anticipation. If no one was here I'd be going down on him right now.

  Instead, he pulls me away and I say my goodbyes to everybody. Soon he's got me in the back of the waiting limo and I don't have to wait long for my fantasy to come true.

  I slide down to my knees and start to pull his pants off so that I can suck his giant cock.

  Before I can get him totally undressed, though, he says, "Allie, I should be the one down on my knees."

  "What?"

  He pulls me up so that I'm sitting next to him. He's suddenly so serious, and I wonder what's about to transpire. The next thing I know, I see him pull out a small jewelry box.

  What’s he doing? This can't be happening. He gets to one knee as comfortably as he can in the back of the limousine.

  "Allie, will you please do me the honor of being my wife? I want to be with you every second of every day for the rest of our lives," he says.

  I stare at the giant ring he's presenting me and say the only thing I can.

  "Yes, a thousand times yes."

  I jump into his arms and his hands are all over me. We're kissing passionately and I feel like this is just the beginning of my life.

  "You make me so happy, Allie. Now I can tell you where we're really going."

  "Wait a minute? Where are we going?"

  He pushes the button that lowers the partition between us and the driver.

  He says, "Okay, Henry, take us to the airport."

  "Where are we going, Xavier? Aren't you gonna tell me?"

  "No, I'm not gonna tell you. But I promise you're gonna love it. We need to celebrate our engagement."

  God, at the word engagement, it all sinks in as to how real this is. I am going to be a wife. Xavier’s wife.

  More than that, I'm going to be with the man I love forever.

  We've survived the complicated journey of being together, and that in itself means something. It means that we can get through anything.

  With a little transparency, all things are possible. I trust Xavier now more than anyone else on earth because I know he above all has my best interests at heart.

  He kisses me, and it's as if our engagement is sealed by that kiss. I already knew that I'd be his forever, but now he's just cemented our future together.

  It feels so good, and my future feels so right. Not one aspect of me is wondering if I made the right choice by saying yes. I know I have. He's my man and my biggest supporter. What could be better?

  I look at the beautiful ring he's slipped on my finger, and it's dazzling. I'd like to look longer and to appreciate the feeling of it being on my finger, but Xavier is slowly undressing me.

  "It's a long ride to the airport," he breathes as he trails his tongue along my inner thigh.

  And with that, I let him fuck me all the way to the airport, and that’s definitely me getting my happy ending.

  Hard & Fast

  A Hard Thrusting Racing Heart Billionaire Romance

  By Vivien Vale

  Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Braden

  My name is Braden Masterson and I'm a fucking legend.

  As the head of an elite underground racing circuit in the most exciting city in the world, I’m the man that everyone wants to know, and the man that very few do.

  Basically, I'm the most exclusive man in town and I like to keep my life and my affairs private. I'm the VIP that you just can't get access to.

  I make it happen. I'm where the excitement begins and I'm the fucking life of every party. If you don't know me, you've likely heard whispers of me, tales of the legend.

  I can’t keep a low profile, though, because of the operation I run. High-profile underground racing is no easy feat to accomplish unless you have power. In this industry, money is power. Lucky for me, I have more fucking money than I know what to do with.

  The cops themselves shut down the streets of Manhattan just to make my dreams possible. Of course, it means I offer sizable donations to fund their retirement accounts but it's a small price to pay for the freedom of going fast.

  Fast is how we roll. We’re collectively known as The Billionaires Club. The authorities allow it because we have so much damn money and all of us have one-of-a-kind, custom-made, souped-up race cars.

  Hell, some of the cops even attend our races. It's an honor to be invited and it's such an underground scene that it's got that whole element of intrigue that attracts people. The cops close down certain roads within the city for construction—then the fun begins.

  I'm part of the club, but most people consider me to be the best of the best. There's a reason for that. I have an edge. I almost always win because I have access to some of the best engine technology in the industry. My cars have the most high-performing engines, ones I developed m
yself.

  Is all of this boring you? Well, it doesn't bore me. You see, engine performance equals winning, which means raking in a metric fuck-ton of money. The tiniest details matter because every second gained or lost is equivalent to about $10 million.

  Now that you understand the social status of this club, maybe you can appreciate the level I'm at.

  All this power I have in my hands automatically makes me the hottest bachelor in the city. To some, I'm a ghost, a phantom that they've only heard about but can’t get their hands on. But to others who have the privilege of knowing me, I'm a fucking god. I have women lining the streets just to get one taste of my cock.

  In fact, right now, one begging to wrap her lips around my cock and give me a blowjob. She's a leggy brunette with fake tits and fake lips. She looks like a goddamn blow up doll. She's also the hottest girl I've seen tonight and that's why she's here.

  "Hey baby, it's time," I say as I lean against the hood of my latest creation, a beautiful race car that I've named Desire.

  I don't know this girl's name, but I definitely know her type. She's wearing an expensive dress and everything about her screams high-maintenance. Not uncommon around our racing unit.

  She's probably been with a couple of billionaires already, maybe even tonight, and she gets off on the money and the power. Who wouldn't?

  It’s obvious she really wants to please me, so she bends over the hood and starts sucking my cock really hard. She immediately starts to deep-throat it, and that's the kind of woman I like.

  "That's it, baby, take it deeper," I say.

  My tone drips with seduction. All I can think about is having her take in more and more of me.

  She takes a pause so that she can use her hand to encircle my now slippery cock. Her strokes speed up as she works her way up and down my thick length. I'm not really in this for a hand job, though, so I try to force her head back down on my shaft.

  But she's got other plans in mind. She bends down low and starts to tease and suck my balls. It's so fucking hot, and I can feel myself tensing up from the feeling of her lips around me.