by Madison Faye
He growls the words into my ear, and I whimper as the heat teases through me.
“So why don’t we?” I moan back.
“I was going to watch you dance for me,” he purrs. “I was going to watch that perfect, fucking sexy body move for me.”
I whimper as his hands tighten on my hips, pulling me into his thick cock.
“You want me dance?” I whisper. I lean in, and when I bite his earlobe, I hear him groan.
“Want me to show you my body, daddy?”
Gray growls.
“Show, yes, and then so much more,” he groans.
I gasp as he starts to walk us back, until the backs of my legs hit the edge of his huge, sprawling bed.
“Lie back, beautiful,” he says darkly, laying me back across his bed. “Lay back and spread those pretty legs for me.”
The heat explodes through me, my pulse roaring as I slide back on his soft, downy comforter.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” I say coyly, blushing and not quite understanding where my own bashfulness is suddenly coming from.
“Seen, yes,” he growls. “But now I’m going to taste what I’ve been craving for fucking weeks.”
7
Gray
She lays back across my bed like some sort of fucking angel — an angel with pierced nipples, gorgeous tattoos, and a body made for taking every inch of my cock. I crawl onto the bed over her, watching the way her nipples harden and the way her chest heaves with her breath. My hands skim up her thighs, spreading her legs as my cock throbs rock hard between mine.
Fuck, I have been dreaming of this moment. I’ve been waiting too long to spread these legs and move between them. I’ve waited too long to run my tongue up her sticky, sweet slit and taste every drop of her honey.
…I’m not waiting anymore.
She whimpers as my mouth finds the inside of her thigh, my lips and my tongue teasing as I work my way higher. My hands grip her tightly, pushing those legs wide apart and making her gasp quietly as I kiss my way towards my prize. And then, I move in.
I fucking growl when my tongue drags across her sweet pussy, the taste of her instantly making my cock pulse and twitch, leaking pre-cum into my briefs. I growl, running my tongue up and down her slit again and drowning in the sweet honey of her arousal. She’s fucking soaked, and I groan as I push my tongue deep to taste all of her. Zoe moans so deeply — this sexy fucking sound that has my pulse racing like an engine as I tease her tight little pussy with my tongue.
I move up to her clit, wrapping my lips around it and swirling my tongue across it. Zoe cries out, her hips bucking off the bed against my mouth as the sound of her pleasure fills the room. When I first laid eyes on her, I almost expected a girl who looks like this to have a piercing down here. She doesn’t, and I’m glad.
Nothing between my mouth and her hot little slit. Nothing to impede my tongue from tasting and exploring every millimeter of her sweet little pink cunt.
I growl as I bring a hand up, pushing her thighs wide and easing two fingers against her opening. She’s so fucking tight that I can barely get them inside, even with how dripping wet she is, and I groan as her pussy clenches down on them so fucking tightly.
The thought of how heavenly and how tight these velvety soft lips are going to grip my thick cock has me groaning as my dick lurches. My balls ache for release as I groan into her pussy, curling my fingers deep inside that impossibly tight slit as I swirl my tongue over her clit over and over. She starts to pant, and her body starts to tense up. Her hips rock against me, grinding her hot little cunt against my mouth until she’s soaking my chin in her sweet juices.
I growl into her, my tongue working faster and faster on her clit, and my fingers pumping in and out of her, until her cries start to drown the whole room. I flick my tongue across her hard little clit once more, groaning into her as my fingers pump deep inside, and suddenly, she erupts.
Zoe screams as the orgasm shatters through her, her hips bucking wildly off the bed against my demanding mouth and her hands clenching my bedsheets in tight, white-knuckle fists. I’m relentless, and also fucking addicted to the taste of her, and so I keep teasing her with my mouth right through her climax, until her whole body is shaking on the bed.
She whimpers as I pull away, her whole body trembling and her chest rising and falling as she sucks in air.
“What. The. Fuck,” she gasps, slowly looking up at me with wide, hungry eyes. “That…holy shit…” she groans, trailing off and curling into the bed as I grin at her. I stand, and her look turns fierce and wild as she rakes her teeth across her bottom lip and drags her eyes over me.
“Your turn, daddy,” she purrs.
I raise a brow, giving her that hungry look right back.
“You’ve watched me strip for weeks,” she says, her voice husky. “And now it’s my turn to watch you.”
I grin. “Oh really?”
“Really.” She sits up on the bed, her chest still flushed from her orgasm. “Take your belt off,” she whispers heatedly, her eyes wide and hungry.
I growl as I do it, sliding it out of my belt loops and dropping it to the ground. My eyes never leave hers.
“More,” she whispers.
She curls her legs under her on the bed, her ink rippling in the low light. She wants a show.
…And I’m going to give it to her.
I move slowly, rocking my hips as I unbutton and unzip my jeans. Zoe bites her lip as I slowly peel them open, and when I pull down my boxers and give her a look at the base of my thick, rock-hard cock, her eyes go wide.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers, licking her lips.
“Spread your legs,” I growl.
She looks up, eyes full of fire.
“Spread your legs, baby girl, and show me that pretty little pussy.”
Zoe whimpers, uncurling her legs and doing what I ask. She sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her long lean legs, and I groan as my eyes move to her tight little pussy, still glistening wet from my mouth.
“Lie back,” I growl. “Lie back and touch yourself.”
She gasps, moaning as she lies back and slides her hands down over her stomach. Her fingers find her clit, and she whimpers, her eyes locked on me as she plays with herself.
Fuck, she’s perfect. Gorgeous, and dirty, and sexy, and mine.
I slip my jeans off slowly, letting my cock tent the front of my boxers. I pull those down next, and when my cock springs free — rock-hard and pulsing with need for her — she moans deeply. Her fingers roll over her clit, and her eyes go wide as she stares at my cock, and when I wrap my hand around it and start to slowly stroke, she whimpers.
I stalk towards her, pumping my cock as I move onto the bed on my knees. Pre-cum leaks from the head of my dick and drops down onto her thighs. I move higher, gripping my cock tight and groaning as I ease the head against her slick, sticky pussy. I tease her clit with it, my pre-cum flowing freely over her and dripping down her slit. Zoe gasps, her mouth falling open as she stares hungrily at my cock, teasing her like this.
Fuck, she feels like silk and heaven, and I know there’s no holding back anymore. I move over her. Her legs spread and wrap around my hips, and as I ease my cock right against her slick, tight, heavenly opening, we both groan.
“Fuck me daddy,” she whispers heatedly, biting my ear. “Fuck me hard.”
My hips rock, and I plunge every single inch of my cock deep inside of her in one thrust.
Zoe screams in pleasure, throwing her head back and her mouth falling open as she grips me tightly. Her nails rake down my back, and her legs pull me so tight into her, like she never wants me to not be inside her.
That makes two of us.
Groaning, pulling back and then driving back in, our bodies coming together hard as the moans fall from our lips. I can feel her slick lips clinging so tightly to me, like she’s milking the cum from my balls as I start to fuck her. She groans, rocking her hips to meet mine, biting at my ear and my neck, and scratch
ing me with those nails. The animal inside of me comes alive, and I growl as I start to fuck her faster, and harder.
“Yes,” she gasps, arching her back to meet my thrusts. “Fuck, Gray, just like that. Just like that.”
She bites my ear again, hard, and I roar as I plunge my cock balls-deep in her tight little pussy.
Fuck, this is exactly what I wanted with her. Rough, hard, animalistic fucking. Our bodies crash together, legs and arms and lips tangling as we move faster, and harder, and rougher. I’m fucking her with deep, powerful thrusts, nailing her to my damn bed as she writhes beneath me. I groan, leaning down and taking one of her little pierced pink nipples in my mouth. I bite down, just enough to make her arch her back and hiss in pleasure.
She squeezes me so fucking tightly, and as I start to drive into her faster and faster, I can feel her whole body start to tense up and shake.
“Oh, God, Gray, I’m…” she cries out, clinging to me so tightly as she starts to tumble.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” I growl into her ear. I bite the lobe, making her cry out. “Make that sweet little pussy come all over this big, thick cock.”
Zoe screams, her whole body arching off the bed as the climax slams into her. I roar, driving into her harder, and faster, and gripping her so tightly in my arms as I fill her with my cock again and again. Her nails dig into my back, her moans fill my ears, and when her slick, sweet little pussy grips me so tightly, I lose all control.
I groan as I bury my cock inside of her and explode. The cum pumps out of my cock in thick jets, filling her to the brim with every sticky drop of me. I keep fucking her, the both of us crying out as I empty my balls inside her sweet pussy until it starts to leak out from where we join. I slow, the both of us gasping for air as we roll onto our sides and curl onto the bed together.
I stay inside of her. In fact, I never fucking want to not be inside of her.
“I was actually going to be a gentleman and offer to sleep on the couch tonight.”
She giggles, pulling me close and snuggling into my chest.
“You? A gentleman?”
“I have my moments.”
She grins, kissing my chest.
“You said were.”
“Oh, fuck the couch,” I growl, pulling her close. “Offer rescinded. Tonight I’m sleeping in this bed, with you, and I’m never fucking leaving it.”
8
Zoe
This is heaven.
Or at least, whatever this bed is made out of sure as hell feels like heaven. My eyes open, and I’m aware of the dim light coming in around the edges of the blinds, but I don’t want to face that it’s morning. Because morning means last night is over, and really, I never want last night to be over.
I roll over, but when my hands go to find him, they come up empty. I groan, making a face as I finally open my eyes and realize I’m alone. I don’t want to be alone in his bed. God, after last night, I never want to be alone in this bed without him. I groan, stretching luxuriously and grinning into the pillow.
Yeah, last night was incredible.
I lounge another few minutes, hating the thought of leaving this bed even as much as I hate him not being in it. Eventually though, the need for caffeine is the bigger motivator, and I roll out of bed. I’m still nude. I should probably wear some clothes at some point in my interactions with Gray, right?
I grin as I spot the oversized t-shirt he gave me last night, which I never ended up wearing. I snatch it off the floor where it landed and tug it over my bed-head before I open his bedroom door and pad down the hall towards the kitchen. I hear his voice before I see him, and when I step in, I can see that he’s on the phone. He’s just in a pair of loose pajama pants that hug his hips so freaking deliciously, shirtless as he looks out the huge wall of windows with his back to me.
“Yes. Yes, of course.”
The call sounds like business, and the stiffness in his shoulders seems to say the same. I’m quiet, waiting for him to finish. I’m not eavesdropping, but, I mean, I’m here.
“Yes. I can be there this afternoon for the papers. Absolutely.”
I start to make my way to the coffee machine on his kitchen counter.
“See you soon, Mr. Moretti.”
I freeze, a coldness creeping through me. Gray turns and startles, his muscles tensing as he notices me.
“Fuck, you scared me.”
“You…” My face feels white, my head spinning.
Gray’s brow furrows.
“What did you hear, Zoe?”
“Enough,” I whisper hoarsely. “I heard enough.”
I turn, and I run for the bedroom.
“Hang on!”
I can hear his bare feet striking the floor behind me, and his hand grabs me before I can even make it through the living room.
“Zoe, hang on,” he growls, spinning me back into him.
“You work for them!” I shake my head, my face aghast. “You— oh my God. So you know—”
“Joey?” His face darkens, and his jaw tenses dangerously. “Yeah, I do,” he growls.
My heart sinks.
“Was this some fucked up game to you?”
“No,” he growls.
“Well it sure fucking feels like it.”
He shakes his head, his eyes burning into me. “I didn’t ask for this, Zoe.”
I bark out a laugh. “Oh, and did ‘this’ pay for all of this?” I point a finger wildly around his luxury condo. He’s quiet, and I laugh bitterly.
“Yeah tough choices there, Gray. You going to tell me you’re as much a prisoner as I am?”
“No,” he growls. “No, I’m not. I work for bad people, Zoe. I work for bad fucking people, and they pay me well for that damnation.”
“Well good for you,” I spit.
“This does not change anything with you and me,” he growls, pulling me towards him.
“And what is ‘you and me,’ huh?” I sneer. “What exactly am I to—”
“Everything,” he growls, yanking me into him, and before I know it, he’s kissing me hard.
Passionately.
So fiercely that I fall completely into the kiss, losing myself in it and in him before we slowly come apart.
“Where’d that come from?” I whisper breathlessly.
“Two weeks,” he growls. “Two weeks of only being able to look at you, but not touch you — and not feel you, and not kiss those fucking lips. Two weeks it built up.”
The smile creeps over my face, and I try and scowl at him again, but I realize I can’t.
“I should have told you,” he says quietly. “I didn’t want to frighten you. Look, I really didn’t choose this. You know the joke about ‘an offer you can’t refuse’?” His face goes grim when I nod.
“Trust me, it’s less a joke when you get one of those offers.”
I bite my lip, looking up at him and seeing the shadows war across his face.
“Well, I don’t frighten easy.”
He grins. “Says the girl that just dramatically dashed out of a room?”
I roll my eyes and flip him off, but he only grins wider before he pulls me close and kisses me. We pull apart, grinning at each other, when my eyes catch the clock on his wall.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I have to go.”
“Where?”
My face grows hard. “To pay Joey.”
Gray growls under his breath and shakes his head. “What’s he got on you, beautiful?”
I look away. I’m not shy with really anything in my life. Never have been. But for some reason, I hold back telling him, because I’m scared of what he’ll think of me.
“Nothing.”
“Zoe—”
“What makes you think he’s got—”
“Oh, so you’re stripping on Heartthrob Cams and giving him the money as…what, charity?”
I roll my eyes.
“Tell me, pretty girl.”
My eyes drag to his, and when I see the heat and kindness there, my
icy walls start to crack.
“I—”
“Tell me, Zoe.”
“There was this porn thing.”
His face goes dark and I cringe.
“Look, it was a stupid idea, and I never did it. He and his boss were setting up some porn studio—”
“I’m aware,” he growls under his breath, his jaw clenched.
“Yeah, well, then you’re aware I didn’t do anything with it. But I’d signed this contract and…” I sigh heavily, looking down and withering a little. “Look, I was fucking desperate. I was being evicted and I hadn’t eaten in three fucking days, okay?”
“I’m not judging you, baby,” he says quietly, pulling me close.
“It seemed like my only offer at the time, but I backed out. I couldn’t do it.
I shiver, remembering standing on that edge about to fall.
“No fucking way. But Joey?” I turn and glare out the window. “He said the contract was binding. And he’s already fronted for talent and cameras and all this shit based off of me performing.”
I take a deep breath, leaning into Gray.
“I mean, I’d done cams before, and I mean, it’s only taking your clothes off, right?”
Gray’s arms tighten around me, like he’s protecting me from the whole world.
“So he threw you in that apartment and made you strip on webcams for cash.”
I look away, and he swears.
“How much do you owe him?”
“With or without interest?”
Gray swears, his face turning enraged. “There’s interest?!”
I nod, and he growls, his teeth bared as he turns away.
“Fuck that. This is over.”
“Wait, what?”
He turns back to me, his hand closing around mine.
“When’s he coming?”
I shake my head. “Gray, you can’t just—”
“I can. When?”
“Gray—”
“Tell me, Zoe.”
I blow air through my lips, frowning. “Twenty minutes.”
“Perfect.”
He lets go of my hand and storms away through a doorway. I follow.
“Hang on, Gray, what are you—”