by Hazel Kelly
I stood before him in my underwear.
He furrowed his brow and shook his head for a moment as if it pained him to admire me in that state and then he grabbed my hand and pulled me down so I had no choice but to straddle him.
I sank down so I could feel his hardness against me and felt my hips rock against the length of his solid cock on their own as he put a finger under my chin and led my lips to his.
His big hands moved around me to the clasp at the back of my bra. He undid the hooks expertly and slipped the straps off my shoulders before flinging it to the side. Then he ran his palms up my stomach to cup my breasts.
I could feel his thumbs circling my nipples as I started undoing his tie and the buttons of his shirt. I’d wanted to run my hands across his abs since I first saw them, but before I got all the way to the bottom button, he lifted me up just enough that he could suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
It felt so good to feel his warm mouth there I forgot what I was doing. I put my hands over his shoulders and let my head fall back. I didn’t know I even had sensitive nipples until he dragged his teeth against them. It made my body tingle all over. Then I felt his hand slip in the front of my thong. He fingered my wet slit and groaned. A moment later, my butt cheeks were in his hands again when he lifted me up and walked over to the long wooden table.
I looked up as soon as he laid me down. I was naked except for the diamonds and my underwear and he was standing at the head of the table taking his shirt off.
I was too paralyzed with excitement to do anything. There wasn’t a thought in my head except how good his muscly chest looked between my bent legs. He threw his shirt on the chair behind him, unzipped his pants, and stepped out of them. The sight of him in his boxers was too distracting for me to even worry about how exposed I was.
He stepped up between my legs and pressed his thumb against my clit, moving it in circular directions until my panties were soaked through and I was burning up. Then he slipped them off.
I assumed he would climb onto the table and fuck me, but instead he sat down at the chair at the head of the table. I gasped when he grabbed the table runner I was laying on and pulled me right up to the edge.
Then he wrapped his hands around my thighs and buried his face in my pussy.
There was nothing for me to do except let my head fall back and look up at the chandelier.
Chapter 14: Will
I’d never been so hungry for a pussy in my life. I thought I wanted to lick her clean out before I saw her naked, but when I had my hands on her smooth ass with her perfect dark pink nipples in my mouth, I fucking knew I had to taste every inch of her as soon as possible.
The way she looked naked on my table with the diamonds laying across her panting chest was too fucking much. Honestly, she put the rest of my art to shame. It was the most beautiful goddamn sight I’d ever seen.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be more turned on, I pressed my tongue against her clit and she shuddered. She tasted as sweet and light as chantilly cream and no amount of licking her seemed to quench my thirst.
I tried to take it slow at first. For both of us really. I wanted to suck her nectar until I couldn’t take it anymore, until my cock was ready to explode. And I wanted it to last for her, too. I wanted her orgasm to build, to have layers. I wanted her to remember me going down on her so well it would be every other thought she had until she parted her legs for me again.
Which she would.
I was already sure of that, and I hadn’t even made her come yet. But I was in no hurry. I wanted to torture her. Like she’d tortured me for months.
It was hard not to stick my fingers inside her when it felt so good to feel how hot she got last time, but our last late night encounter taught me that she wasn’t used to getting finger fucked. I had to build up to it. I had to make sure she was good and wet and paralyzed from me french kissing her pussy before I started to really make her gush.
And it was torturous for me. Honestly, there was nothing about Ella that made me want to keep my hands to myself, and I could have happily pleasured her in half a dozen places at once, but there would be time for that as long as I could control the amount of pleasure I administered.
When it was time to incorporate my fingers, I put her legs over my shoulders and I only worked one in at first. Even that made her groan. She was so tight I was afraid I might lose a finger if I stuck another one in, but I did it anyway. I had to. I had to prepare her for what was coming. After all, I’d tried to warn her about the size of my cock by pressing it against her ass, but I suspected she didn’t have a clue. She told me herself that she lacked experience, and I’d never fucked a woman who wasn’t shocked by how big I was.
It usually took a few tries before a new pussy could tolerate me. Unfortunately for Ella, I didn’t have any patience left. So the only thing I could do was get her pussy so hot and wet that she would be able to take me in.
I could feel my dick straining in my boxers when I added some rhythm to the fingers I was churning inside her. But it wasn’t until I started to massage her clit with my tongue again that she really started soaking me.
“Oh my god Will.”
And there it was, my name on her lips the way I’d so wanted it to be. The way she said it filled me with fire.
“Will,” she moaned in between whimpers.
It only made me pick up the pace to hear her use my name as an expletive.
I thought she might warn me when she was going to come, but instead she just arched her back and threw her arms over her head.
I removed my fingers just in time to put my mouth over her and enjoy how every shudder yielded another sip of her sweetness for me to lap up.
Her pussy was still dripping when I decided I wanted to ride out her orgasm with her. I wiped my face on her inner thigh and, with her legs still over my shoulders, I stood up and pulled my boxers down.
I tugged the table runner even closer so her ass was hanging just off the edge of the table and her legs were straight up against me. Then I grabbed my cock with my wet hand, circled the tip against her pulsing pussy, and pushed my way inside her.
She gasped when I entered her and winced when I was about half way in, but her throbbing snatch was squeezing my dick so hard I couldn’t have pulled out of her for anything. She felt way too fucking good. I put my hands around the outside of her thighs and kept pulling her onto me.
“Oh fuck,” she said, her perfect breasts rising and falling just out of reach. “You’re huge.”
She looked like she was going to lift her head for a moment, but when I pushed myself all the way in, she just fell back again.
I looked down between her legs, pulling my swollen dick out of her as slowly as I could to make sure she’d drenched the length of me and had a chance to take a breath. Then I plunged myself back into her warmth.
I kept my eyes on her as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs and relished the way her pussy milked my dick.
And suddenly it felt too good. I lifted her ass off the table and forced myself as deep inside her as I could.
Her whimpers sounded like she was in pain, but she didn’t ask me to stop so I kept pounding her, letting my balls smack against her ass, until… until.
I pulled her to the base of my cock and exploded into her with moan, falling forward and grabbing her waist so I could press her down on to me as I emptied my balls into her belly. Her mouth was open and I stared at her juicy lips while I came until I had nothing left.
For a moment, I stayed deep inside her, letting her greedy pussy drain my dick. When I finally leaned back upright, I scooted her lower body further onto the table. She groaned as I slid myself out of her. Then I fell back into the chair behind me.
As I tried to catch my breath, I couldn’t help but admire her swollen red clit from where I was sitting. As far as the rest of Ella’s body, it lay wasted on my kitchen table.
I bent over and grabbed my boxers, standing just enough to
slip them on.
When I looked up, Ella was sitting on the edge of the table with her hands between her legs and a big, dumb smile on her face.
She pursed her lips and lifted her hands for a second, revealing a huge wet spot beneath her. “I’m sorry about your table runner.”
I stood up between her legs and brushed my thumb across her pouty bottom lip. “I like it better that way.”
“That was-” She shook her head like she still hadn’t made sense of what happened. “Wow.”
“Now you know what I’m thinking when I look at you.”
She smiled in a way that usually meant she was blushing, but her whole body was too pink for it to be noticeable.
“You taste like heaven, Ella.”
She pretended to push my chest playfully and then brought her hand back so she could run her delicate fingers down the middle of my torso. It felt as nice to see her guard down as it did to have her hands on me.
When she looked up again, her eyelids were hanging at half-mast. So I picked her up one last time and carried her to bed.
Chapter 15: Ella
I stretched out in the bed and groaned, arching my back like a cat. It wasn’t until my foot didn’t stretch over the edge of my tiny mattress that I remembered where I was.
I opened my eyes and sat up, pulling the sheet to cover my bare chest. It was the biggest bed I’d ever been in. I didn’t even know they made them that big, and the fluffy white comforter gave the appearance that I was resting on a giant cloud.
I half expected Zeus to walk around the corner with a lightning bolt sticking out of his robe. Or Will at least, but the air in the apartment was still and the place was silent except for my whirring thoughts.
Will’s entire bedroom was lofted. I hadn’t been able to appreciate it in the dark the night before, but I could see it clearly now. The light from the windows on the lower level shined up around the edges of the room which had railings just like the staircase. It felt like I was on a floating platform.
I turned towards the bedside table closest to me. There was a tray with a pot of coffee, an empty mug, and a glass of water. There was also a small dish containing a hotel packet of painkillers, sugar, and tiny packets of creamer. As I reached for the glass of water, I noticed a small card on the tray that I’d thought was a napkin.
Ella,
It’s nice to see that you do Sleeping Beauty as well as you do Cinderella. Take your time waking up this morning and don’t worry about being late for work on account of the fact that you worked overtime yesterday.
Your super sexy boss,
Will
Ps- Please leave the jewels in their box downstairs. They’re a tad overkill for casual Friday.
It took me a moment to realize I was smiling at the note like a fool instead of actually registering what it said.
Oh my god the jewels! I brought my hand to my neck. I was still wearing them. How could I have slept so well in those heavy diamonds? What kind of lush was I?
I looked around for a clock, but I didn’t see one. Finally, I climbed over the cushy pillows at the head of the bed to the other side.
It was 9:45. I was already late for work. Shit. Emily wouldn’t be impressed. Not only was I late, but I didn’t have a pumpkin latte for her.
I crawled out of the bed and stood up. As soon as I took my first step, my jaw dropped. My pussy was so sore it felt like a truck had driven through it. It didn’t seem normal. I’d never been sore after sex- except maybe a little the first time, but I think that was only because Bill Brady fingered me wrong.
But this was something else. I reached down and discovered that I was actually sore to the touch as well. I wasn’t in real pain or anything, but I was very conscious of the fact that every step I took made my vagina wince.
I hobbled into the ensuite.
There were mirrors everywhere. No matter where I looked, I could see a hundred versions of me wearing nothing but diamonds. It was overwhelming.
Then it was a matter of which frosted glass door had a toilet on the other side of it. The first one was a walk in shower the size of my room at my Mom’s place. The second one was all tiled inside. I figured it was a steam room or something. Fortunately, door number three revealed the toilet I was looking for.
When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed a women’s outfit- a pair of black pants and a casual top- hanging on a hook behind the door. The items still had the tags on them, and they were my size. I had to assume they were clothes for me to wear to work. If the jewels were overkill, the dress I wore the night before was definitely too much.
It seemed a bit presumptuous that he would have a new outfit my size in his apartment, but at least I wouldn’t have to leave the place in my dress. Or his clothes.
I stepped up to the mirror and took the diamond necklace off followed by the earrings and set them down on the folded towel beside the sink. It was depressing to take them off, but I felt surprisingly light without them.
I opened the shower door again and considered rinsing off, but I was too intimated by the collection of nozzles. There must have been a dozen jets sticking out of the wall. I considered a bath. The Jacuzzi did look inviting, but it would be noon before the crater sized tub was even full enough for me to splash my underarms.
Overall, though, the most shocking thing about the bathroom was how clean it was. I’d never dated a guy whose bathroom floor didn’t have weird hairs that clustered in the corners. Of course, I’d never dated a guy whose bathroom was the size of an Ikea showroom and completely tiled with dark green marble.
Not that we were dating. We were definitely not dating. We had been on dates though, officially, and he had eaten my pussy. Or more accurately, gorged himself on it.
I never could’ve imagined that I’d have my first orgasm on a billionaire’s dining table under a chandelier. I mean, I knew he was fond of calling me Cinderella, but last night was the first time all the other parts of the fairy tale came together.
And he was huge. If I’d had any energy left after he made me come, I might have protested. I felt the sudden desire to Google penis facts and see if my memory of his cock was even possible. Maybe I’d gotten confused in all the excitement and what I thought was his dick was really just him sticking his fist in me up to his forearm. But it couldn’t be. I distinctly remember the way his hands looked wrapped around my thighs as he plunged into my center.
I felt hot again just thinking about it.
I grabbed a towel off the bar and wrapped it around me. I had to stop thinking about last night and start thinking about getting my ass to work.
As I went downstairs to put the jewels back in the box and find my purse, I noticed the table runner was gone and there was a basket of fresh croissants in its place. How had Will managed all this without waking me up? I must have been underestimating exactly how much the evening had taken out of me… or how strong Irish whiskey was.
I put the jewels back in the box and returned it to the drawer before putting my own jewelry back on and looking for my purse. It was by the door. I had three missed calls from my Mom. I texted her to say I was sorry that I made her worry by not calling, but that I was fine and would see her after work. Then I hurried back upstairs to get ready.
I washed my face, did the best I could with the make-up I had in my purse, and slipped into my new outfit.
I was just about to go down the stairs when I realized that I was in an interesting situation, one where I could potentially learn a lot about Will if I wanted. I looked back over my shoulder. I hadn’t even been in his closet or looked through his drawers, and I was more than a little curious about his stuff.
Suddenly a text came through on my phone. It was from Emily.
FYI: the Ford Party will be arriving in twenty minutes in Salon F.
I put the phone in my pocket and descended the steps, grabbing a croissant to scarf in the elevator.
What was I doing even thinking about snooping in his stuff? That wasn’t very nic
e, especially after he went to all that trouble so that I could have a pleasant morning.
Plus, for all I knew, he had security cameras hidden all over the place and was watching me at that exact moment. I wouldn’t be surprised anyway.
But the thought made me blush. After all, if that were true, it would mean he had my first orgasm on tape.
Chapter 16: Will
The high from having Ella hadn’t faded. I felt like I’d had about twenty cups of coffee even though I hadn’t had anything to drink all day. Except for a bunch of water when I woke up thirsty with her taste on my lips.
Part of me wanted to wake her up so I could have her again this morning, but she was so beautiful when she was sleeping. She looked far too innocent to be disturbed, and seeing her hair strewn across my pillows was the happiest sight I’d woken up to in years.
It was an entirely different situation to how I usually felt after a one night stand. Which was basically like why is this woman still here and how soon can I ask her to leave? But that’s because they were all a means to an end.
Every woman I’d fucked in the last five years was just that. A fuck. An attractive body I could take out my sexual frustration on. So once I’d done that, I struggled to see why I should have to tiptoe around them the morning after when- as far as I was concerned- they were overstaying their welcome and asking for far more than I was willing to give.
Of course, Ella wasn’t a one night stand. At least I hoped she wasn’t. My desire for her hadn’t been mitigated now that I’d wetted my dick with her. On the contrary, I sincerely hoped it was only the beginning. There was so much stuff I wanted to do to her and with her.
And god knows there were things I still wanted her to do to me. Like wrap her pouty lips around my fat cock for one thing. Which I really needed to not think about at work because I couldn’t crunch numbers and make important calls when the visual image of her quaking on my dining table kept penetrating my thoughts.