by D. C. Rowley
“I want you to touch yourself.” He tells me, as he keeps rubbing he’s cock slowly, looking at me from across the room and enjoying the view.
“Like this,” I put my hands above my chest and go down slowly. I squeeze my boobs, both at the same time, and his cock swells.
“You’re fucking good.” He smiles, one hand of his rests above his chest, while the other keeps pampering his huge cock.
I put my index fingers on my mouth and lick them, one at a time. After that I touch my nipples and make circuit rides over them.
“Now show me how you fuck yourself when you think of me.” He guffaws boyishly.
My right hand goes all the way down, I glide one finger between the lips of my pussy and get familiar with the area. After that, I find my finger sweeping inside of me. Two fingers are now pumping in and out of my pussy.
“My cock is achingly contented at this, Keira. Now go harder.” He orders.
I oblige. I keep fingering myself furiously and I let out a moan. After that, I find myself screaming from the pleasure.
This man right here is making me enjoy fucking myself more than I ever thought I would.
“Now, stop. I don’t want you to get the most out of your pussy all by yourself.” He is still smiling and enjoying all this.
I do so and slide my wet fingers out.
“Now, grind your boobs together.” He orders.
I put my palms on either sides of my boobs as he’s approaching. He grabs my hair and pushes me down. The head of his cock is underneath my breasts and I lead it toward the crack, while I put my hand at my boob immediately and hold both of them together.
He goes up and down, fastening any moment forward. When he’s all the way up, the head of his cock pokes at my chin, and since he’s so huge, I stick my tongue out, mouth open, and suck him each time he pumps up between my breasts.
“That’s the real fucking fantasy,” he groans as he’s fucking my boobs. “You’re just amazing.”
He keeps doing this for a couple of seconds, and after that grabs my hand and makes me get up.
“I don’t want to cum on your boobs this time.” He tells me. “Let’s take advantage of other spots of you now. He pushes me down on the couch, while his tongue runs over my pussy. It divide the lips and glides along the most sensitive area of my body.
I moan. This feels fucking great.
After that, he gets up, stretches me forth and toward him, as my crotch meets his erection. He holds the shaft on his hand while the bulky head strings along my lips and then on a circuit way, he moves it along my crotch. Putting his condom on, suddenly I found his head going in on my pussy.
I moan from the pleasure.
He pumps forth as his huge balls slam against my crotch with every move he makes towards me. His long shaft goes all the way inside me and the feeling is indescribable.
Unbearable pleasure.
I screams as loud as I can, “Fuck. Yeah. Cason. That. Feels. Good.”
“You like it, babe.” He smiles as he goes harder.
His big package is the resource of this uncontainable pleasure. He keeps fucking me harder than I ever imagined, and leans forward to touch my boob, his other hand is occupied keeping my leg adjusted.
He picks up the nipple and then slams my boob, while they’re both swinging freely from his furious pumping.
I look at him and let out a giggle, muffled through the repetitive screams.
He groans every time his entire length permeates through me. His body leans even further as he’s holding my jaw with his hand, fingers fixated forcefully on my cheeks, as my mouth opens involuntarily.
His tongue brims over my lips and then he’s lips are wrapped against mine, while his cock goes fiercely in and out of me.
His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, and we’re both sweating.
This is the most enjoyable exhaustion I’ve ever experienced.
“I think I’m going to cum. I can’t hold it off, anymore.” He whispers on my mouth.
“Then do so.” I tell him.
“Not before you do.” He insists.
His cock slides away and in no time his fingers are grinding me hard. Crazily. He drags them away, and tests my wetness with his tongue.
I’m close to coming.
When his fingers go again inside of me, fucking me fiercely, I find myself shattering away, like a crazy burning volcano.
I’m soaking wet, and burning with desire.
He takes the condom off real fasts and throws it on the floor as he keep whacking himself off above my crotch.
I see his muscles moving crazily from the excruciating pleasure, as he’s moaning my name.
It looks like he’s been possessed…of me.
It’s crazy seeing this man on the edge of his pleasure, so torturous and sexy. And I’m the one who does all that to him.
“I’m. Fucking. Cumming. Keira.” He says.
From the slit on his head jets of cum burst out. Hot white cream splashes me all over. On the lips of my pussy. My pubic area. My thigh. Squirts of cum reaches one of my boob.
It only goes to show that he’s been really, really excited about this.
I look at the mess he’s made of me. And he smiles. He’s happy and proud of all of this.
I bend forward and grab his shaft, which is still hard by the way, and lick the last drop of cum from his head.
After this, all I can think about is that I really need a shower.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
{Cason}
I go faster as ‘Dawn’ is playing so loud on my car. I’m excited. That woman makes me a happy man, and I’ve never felt like that.
I’m starting to realize that instead of fearing this addiction, I should embrace it. Because there is nothing wrong with being so attracted to someone to the point where you can’t stop thinking about them, while driving, or chilling and watching random movies, or showering.
Yeah, I’m thinking about Keira everywhere. Every-fucking-thing seems complete when she’s around—hell, even when she’s not physically with me.
She arouses my most savage pleasures to the fullest like no other woman. It’s her mild personality and savage behavior when it comes to sex that’s driving me into her…madder and closer.
I’m headed to work sooner than usual today. But that’s beacuse I want to see her when she comes in, in one of those dresses that are too little too short above her thighs, just so she could provoke my wildest phantasies.
I’m crazy into her. I guess that’s in the air. But I’m starting to feel like there’s more to it than I like to accept.
My phone rings and I put it on speaker.
“Mr. Cardenas?” Cody seems like he’s got news I need to get caught up with.
“Yeah, Cody?” I say.
“I think I’ve discovered something pretty concerning I’d like to run by you.”
“What is it?”
“I’m afraid you need to see this for yourself. I’m in your office right now.”
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” I say and keep driving faster.
All sorts of things cross my mind as I’m running to my office. I waddle out of the elevator, as my P.A. interrupts me.
“Sir, I’ve got the McKinnon investors on the line.”
“Not right now.” I tell her and move to my office.
“Mr. Cardenas,” there’s a little bit of concern on his eyes and I go straight to the point. I’ve hired Cody only for Keira-related issues, so it’s only normal I’m nervous to know. “You have to look at this.”
I move toward him and stop in front of the laptop. There are some licensed medical forms that I’m looking to, but I don’t get what’s behind them.
“Why are you showing me this?” I look at him inexpressibly.
“Because I thought you needed to know. This was released over four months ago by some private doctor, signing some heavy drugs for this person.” He points at the end of the screen.
His name st
rikes me. It’s Keira’s ex-boyfriend.
“So he’s sick?” I look at Cody and wait for further explanation.
“It seems like he’s a danger to anyone. I had a real doctor look at this, and I learned that these are some pretty serious stuff going on there.”
“You did the right thing telling me this.” I congratulate him.
“So, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to talk to Keira. For some reason she’s convinced that he’s not dangerous or anything and I think that she’s keen on him.”
“Then, she should be aware of this.”
“Yeah, I don’t think she knew.” I look at the screen, and I’m a little concerned. I can’t let my girl be around some psycho, no matter what.
“Then you should get on with it,” Cody puts the laptop on his backpack and is about to head out.
Should I call her? I mean, I don’t want to startle her or anything. Maybe it’s for the best if I tell her when she gets here. I know how she feels about him. And I respect that. She doesn’t have any romantic interest on him and she’s proven that by rejecting him multiple times, but they’ve spent a lot of time together, and it’s only normal they’d have a soft spot for each other.
And I want her to only have eyes for me, but at the same time I don’t feel threatened by Cody. But now, he is a threat. And she has the right to know that.
My phone rings and I pick up. It’s Dustin.
“Hey, stranger.” I tell him. “It’s been a while.”
“Well, I was planning to take off sooner but you know how chicks are. They were keeping me busy and losing track of time.”
“Yeah, good for you. I’ve got updates too.” I smile, thinking of Keira. I still haven’t told him about her, because we haven’t talked to each other since I threw my old phone away.
“Me too.” He interrupts me and seems so excited. So I let him go first. “You remember that girl you hired over a month ago?”
I’m frowning. What does he have to say now about her? For some reason, I’ve got this feeling, he’s going to piss me off.
“What about her?” I scowl, and I think that my voice is escorting that.
“Dude, we got laid, at my party. Can you believe it?”
No! No. I heard this wrong. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening!
It feels like everything has crumbled to my feet; like all the excitement is crushed in spur of moment.
“You did what with her?”
“We fucked.” He guffaws stupidly. If he were here right now, I swear the fact that he’s my best mate wouldn’t stop me from throwing a series of punches at him. “Man, some sweet stuff she got going on there. The sweetest pussy at my party. You’ve no idea.”
It tunes out that I’ve got some idea on it more than he thinks I do. But I don’t want to discuss this over the phone. This has to be disposed of in person.
“Where are you now?” I ask.
“I’m on the road. Had my household take care of my luggage. Thought I needed to see my friend.”
“So you’re headed here?” I raise an eyebrow and wait quietly.
“Damn right I am. Gonna tell you every dirty thing I did to her. You cannot believe it.”
I’m clutching my fists until they hurt. I need to punch something. A wall. A table. Just anything. But I refrain myself.
I’ll better save it for when Dustin comes over here.
“Gotta hang up now. There’s some girl’s name that I don’t recognize, but probably screwed that’s dialing me. See ya.”
“Take care.” I say. And I need him to. I need him to come here decent and all, when I make that pretty face of his bleed.
I’m furious, enraged. I can barely contain my anger. How could he do this to me? I know he’s done some pretty messed up stuff, and he’s crossed the line way too many times, but never gone as far as to screw each other’s girls. I mean, there was that one time. But still, I didn’t care about Ashley anymore and she was free to do whatever she wanted with whomever, Dustin included.
But this…this is just too much. He’s taken it too far.
He’s fooling around my P.A. and I can see him through the glass wall. God, he’s taking the meaning of fuckboy to a whole new level. My P.A. whom he occasionally screws turn out to be more important than me.
I count the seconds until he’s in.
“Now, how’s the best douche of the town?” he opens his arms, inviting me on a hug.
I smile and go to hug him. He looks happy, and amicable as always.
When I’m close enough, I take a final look at his pretty face. All the rage I’ve been collecting for the time being, comes to the fore, and I throw a rough fist on his face. My hand hurts from hitting him as hard as I could, but I don’t regret it.
“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? What was that for?” he holds one hand on his bleeding nose and looks at me, confused.
“How did it feel, Dustin? Tell me now. Did you enjoy screwing my girl?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You knew I cared about her. Hell, I love her, Dustin. Did you even care about that when you shoved your fucking prick inside her?”
“Is this about Keira?” he frowns as he’s coming to understand.
“Who else would this be about?”
“Dude, I didn’t know.” He says softly, and forgets about his nose. He approaches and puts one hand on my shoulder.
“That does not make up for it. You cannot go away with that so easy!” I yell and the next punch goes to his stomach.
He’s trying to catch his breath and coughs roughly. “I’m sorry, Cason.” His voice is shaky and disruptive. “I deserved this. But I didn’t know.”
“You broke the first rule on the code of brotherhood.” I grip his shirt and shout at his face, my nose adjacent his. “I thought you were my brother. How can someone do this to their brother?”
“I didn’t mean for it to be like this.”
“You clearly did not.” I’m angry, uncontrollable, spritz of spit spurt out among the enraged, ignitable yelling.
I shove him against the table, and tower him with my weight. I don’t think he’s gonna be able to withstand this series of punches I’m about to inundate his face with.
I’m like an untamed animal, hitting him with both fists on either sides of his face. I take turns on both sides. Spots on his skin and starting to degrade. Bloods is spurting out of his mouth. He cannot control his breathing anymore, since I’m not giving him time to catch his breath. I’m just keeping throwing punches at him. His nose is deformed. He’s probably gonna need surgery on that. His bottom lip is cracked up and bleeding, his jawline unbalanced.
“Stop it.” I hear a voice from behind me, screaming. It’s my P.A. “Cason, you’re hurting him.”
She’s crying. Why the hell is she crying for this motherfucker?
Next thing I know, the security guys come in and get me away from him. My mind is fogged, blood combusting through my veins.
What the fuck did I just do?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
{Keira}
I’m so startled at the events occurring on my life. I went from things taking the rough tall to a picture perfect life. And I love it. Cason makes me feel worthy, valuable, wanted.
He makes me feel wanted, like no other man ever has.
I didn’t think that ever in life I’d be this happy going into work. But that’s because of him. Because playtime is never over with him. And when he’s near, everything is so exciting and beautiful.
He is beautiful. Oh, very much so. Like he’d shade off every cover magazine male model out there. And that’s why I’ve been having a hard time, accepting the fact that I deserved him.
Nobody deserves somebody that beautiful!
But he likes me, respects me. All the more reason to fall into him.
And it’s about time I accept that. I am falling for him. Despite the concerns I’ve been having as to whether I d
eserve a guy so perfect, I think that everything else screams that I’m falling.
And it’s the most magical feeling to ever exist.
When I’m about to get out of that door and out to work, I almost hinge as if I’ve seen a ghost.
“Kyle?” I ask, surprised.
He stands in front of my door as smiles. “Hey Keira.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “Aren’t you supposed to be in New York?”
“Well, I was. But I’ve got something important to tell you.”
“If you’re asking about a second chance again, that please, don’t waste your breath and time.”
“Keira, you’re gonna need to hear this.” He says and shoves his ways inside the house.
I roll my eyes at his manners and get inside. I have to deal with this quickly, because I’m late to work.
“Fist, I’m sorry about New York. I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
“But it did. And it was not good.”
“I know, but it’s not my fault.”
“Kyle, let’s just not have this conversation right now.”
“No I’m about to explain, Keira. Became this is as weird to me as it is to you.” he stands in front of me, and blocks my way out. His hands clutch me on my elbows as if he’s willing to force his explanations into me. I try to release myself off of his grip.
“What do you want to tell me, Kyle?”
“I know why this happened now. My father was manipulated by some guy, who was willing to do anything to get you fired.”
“And who would want to do that?” I scowl.
“I think his name was…” he looks upwards as if he’s pondering. “Cason…Cardenas.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not. Keira. This is serious. My father had his people investigate further into this. Turns out, this guy who is the CEO of his own company has even hired a P.I. digging as much stuff into your life as they can. He’s got issues, Keira. He’s an addict.”
“This is some heavy stuff.” I tell him. I just don’t want to believe this.