His fingers dug into my butt as he slipped himself all the way to the hilt. I panted, relieved that it was over. But then I squealed when he began pulling back out, only to ease back in again.
Oh my god, my anus was so fucked. His hard body rocked against mine, smashing into my ass. My body soon fell into the rhythm as his strong hands held my hips in place. He leaned down and growled in my ear.
“Alright pretty baby, go ahead and reach down. Stroke that naughty little bud of yours.”
I moaned, leaning on my arm as I snaked my hand back to my clit. I started tweaking my swollen button. My mouth hung open as my face was pressed harder into the mattress.
“Yes, like that, baby,” he rasped. “Your ass is so tight on my dick.”
Stone’s body began to speed up, his shaft merciless as it pumped inside my ass. I dug my finger into my clit, hard. I needed to cum again, just one more time.
My legs danced and shook as orgasm crept up on me. Hot spurts of electricity shot through my pussy, and I cried out loudly as I came on his dick.
“Stone!” I panted, as my butt seized and clenched on his pole. “Oh god, yes!”
The billionaire came too. His hands clenched my hips as his cock spurted, spilling his seed into my back hole and filling me with that male vitality.
“Fuck!” he shouted. “Shit, this ass is so good.”
My anus milked him over and over again, pulling all the sperm from his balls.
“Yes,” was my delighted moan as I got a bottom full of cum. “This is what I need.”
Waves rose and crested, before subsiding into a trembling calm. We collapsed on the bed, his dick still in my sated ass. Finally, the man pulled out, and I moaned at the sensation of his exit.
“What a dirty girl,” he chuckled as he delivered a hard spank to my ass. I squealed, my pussy shuddering again. Stone leaned over the bed, his breath tickling my ear.
“It felt good, didn’t it? You’re so good, sweetheart, so nubile and fresh. Fuck, I just want more.”
I rolled my head to look up at him. My body felt hot and sticky, but I wanted so much to kiss him and drag him down again. The alpha seemed to sense this, and he drew back, laughing.
“Sorry, pretty baby, but I have another meeting to get to. Besides, we’ll be landing soon.” He straightened up. “But feel free to think more naughty thoughts while I’m away,” the man drawled with a wink, striding into the en suite.
I moaned watching the bathroom door close before the shower began to blast. The ache of exhaustion began to creep into my limbs once more. I hugged one of the pillows close to me, trying to stay awake.
I still need to shower. I can’t just lay here like this. But this bed is so comfy, and he’ll be gone again for a few hours.
As I drifted in and out of consciousness, the alpha male exited the bathroom. That chiseled, muscular body moved about the room, pulling his suit back on. I sighed, forcing myself to sit up, the dark man looking at me before leaning low to press a kiss to my lips.
“You make it so hard to leave,” the alpha growled. “So sweet, just like candy. But honey, it’s time to get up. We’ll be in Chicago soon, and you’ve got to put on something other than those cat pajamas,” the big man winked. “Better get rolling, sweetheart.”
With a sigh, I sat up, making a wry face as my reflection, the tangled brown curls springing from my head like messy fireworks.
“You like cats, don’t you?” was my soft voice. “Cat pajamas aren’t so bad.”
The billionaire turned from knotting his tie.
“As a matter of fact, I don’t like cats,” he rumbled thoughtfully. “I’m more of a dog person myself, but for you, I’ll become a cat person.”
And suddenly, I laughed because somehow, I felt completely comfortable around the man. It’d been an amazing seesaw of emotions, our journey incredible and difficult to believe. He’d hired me for my body, only to let me cry hot tears in his shirt. And now, here we were, talking about dogs and cats.
“You’ll like cats after I’m done,” was my sassy proclamation, sitting up in bed as my breasts bounced. “Trust me, I’ll find you the right feline and you won’t be able to resist.”
But you can’t get ahead of the billionaire because in one swift move, his head was between my legs, lapping at my pussy once again, that tongue sweet and hot.
“Sweetheart, I’ve already found a kitty to my taste,” was that low growl. “And don’t you forget it.”
I gasped, cheeks flaming, even as my thighs parted further, welcoming his sensuous caress. Because how has this happened? We were supposed to be nothing more than an employer and an employee, the CEO and his hired help. But somehow, it’s become something more. Something playful, arousing, emotional, and profound all in a few hours. How is that possible? How did this man come to have me on a string around his finger without even trying?
But it’s true, and as he lifted his head, we exchanged smiles. We’re on the same wave length, and dare I say it? But we were falling in love.
10
Stone
Another boring day at the office. I could barely focus as voices droning in the conference room because shit, it was all about Morgan now. That curvaceous figure lounging on the bed. Her, spread eagle and screaming for more. That luscious body creaming so hard, jerking and clamping with a cock buried deep in that pussy.
Her virgin pussy.
And she was so dirty too, which I loved. Oh yeah, the little slut had crammed her fingers into her anus, pumping with enthusiasm.
How’d I get so lucky? What girl does this? But I loved her even more for it because Morgan is a mix of many things. It was her sweetness, and the way she was determined to do her best in the world despite being born into a tough situation. Because not many girls would have made it so far. They would have given up on their disabled mothers, ranging far and wide to rid themselves of the unpleasant memories.
But Morgan hadn’t. Instead, my girl was loyal. For years now, she’d labored at a series of menial jobs intent on surviving and thriving. She’d graduated from high school, and signed up for a flight training seminar with the intent of paying off her mom’s medical debts.
Further, I could tell that bankruptcy scared her. Her voice had been determined, but it had been the slight tremor that gave her away. Because my girl is just eighteen and not so far from childhood herself. And yet she was taking control of her family’s financial affairs, and facing it with courage and a determined attitude.
I admired the woman for that. Fifty year old men have fallen before less, but Morgan stood firm. But then a thought struck me: why not save the brunette from bankruptcy? Eliminate the need for her to file? After all, how much could her mom’s medical debt be? A couple hundred thousand? A million even? Shit, that was nothing to me. I made that amount in an hour, the money pouring into my bank account like a flood.
So that was an idea. I could save Morgan from bankruptcy. It sounded good, warming my soul, and I bat the idea around in my head a little more. Charity isn’t exactly my thing, but this wasn’t exactly charity. This was something more because it was an act that spoke to the depths of my heart. Morgan hasn’t had much advantage in her life, but I could change that easily.
So why not? It felt like the right thing to do, and one thing I’ve learned as a seasoned businessman is to trust your gut. It’s saved my ass more than once, and made me billions of dollars through dozens of deals. But right now, I was stuck in a dull meeting with a bunch of pasty-faced gray suits. Damn. So different from where I’d been just two hours ago, ensconced in luxury with a giving, luscious girl at my side.
But shit, it was so hard to pay attention during the meeting. These guys knew nothing, and they were so mealy-mouthed and weak.
I pulled out my phone to check my emails. Hmm, there was another meeting with some investors tomorrow about the Chinese steel industry moving in and potentially pushing us to the wayside.
Fuck that.
I was ready.
Whatever came via tariffs and taxes, they were no match for me.
After all, this business has been in my blood for a long time now. When you start from nothing, you see every part of how things work, down to the nuts and bolts of the nuts and bolts. That’s right. Details that you never imagined are ingrained on my mind, and as familiar as the back of my hand. Unfortunately, the idiots surrounding me had no idea what they were talking about.
One of the junior execs was clicking through Powerpoint slides at a glacial pace. There were statistics about A, statistics about B, and statistics about A and B combined, plus C and D for good measure.
Shit. This was so stupid because the number were wrong. Anyone with a brain on their head could tell that the figures had been inflated, jimmied and jiggled so that they looked good but were actually false.
As a result, my mind drifted to its favorite subject, ignoring the noise.
Morgan.
The girl was so fresh and nubile. She’d been so concerned about being safe, about pulling out and whatnot. Please, pretty baby. Guys don’t pull out. Not real alphas, at least. Not when you’re so hot, fertile, and a perfect cum receptacle.
And yet, it was more than that. The brunette had hopes and dreams, and her keen intelligence was obvious. She’d listened to my explanation of the bankruptcy process carefully, asking questions that demonstrated her intellect and ability to learn.
Plus, Morgan was open-minded for sure. The cuffs hadn’t scared her the first time. Well, maybe a little bit, but she’d taken to them like a champ. Some girls would act all huffy and refuse to do things they felt were dirty or stupid, and yet Morgan had done them all. Hesitantly at first, but when my girl got on a roll, things happened fast. Oh yeah, the little slut was creaming hard soon enough, with her fingers crammed into her butt.
There were so many first already. Her pussy. Her ass. Maybe I’d use her mouth next. The prospect was exciting, for sure, especially now, when I was stuck in the middle of this boring board meeting. Suddenly, one of the execs cleared his throat, wrenching me away from my daydreams.
“Mr. Evans, we could use your guidance on how to finesse the Chicago market. The Midwest is new to us, and it’s important to remain relevant yet aggressive in the face of the competition.”
I drummed my fingers on the conference table, staring at the multi-colored slide.
“It’s the Mackeys. If anyone understands the cutthroat competition of this business, it’s them. We need to be strong in the fight. If we take a step back in order to play fair, they’ll see us as weak and pull out of the other deals.”
The execs murmured and nodded to one another. I leaned back in my chair, a king on his throne. That’s right; I always have the answers.
More slides swept over the screen. Prospective clients who could be easily won, and those who would require further negotiation. I chuckled, wondering what my wide-eyed little Morgan would think of an exotic place like China.
It’d be nice to take her on a trip. Maybe somewhere foreign and new because I wanted to show her the world. I wanted to treat her to experiences that would dazzle the senses, like the Taj Mahan or the Kremlin. But then I stopped short.
What am I doing? What was I thinking? This girl was a paid companion, and not my girlfriend.
I’d gotten carried away. But still, showing her the world from one of our new highrises would be the ultimate. The Chinese do know how to lay the luxury on thick, and Morgan hadn’t had any niceties in her life until now.
Plus, the brunette was so responsive to every touch. Squealing. Squirming. Crying. Her cunt creaming like mad, eager for more. And that ass. Oh yeah, I’d crammed it full in one fell stroke, and yet she’d taken dick in her back hole like a champ.
My champ.
This girl belonged to me. Every inch of that beautiful body was mine. Her mind too - her flexible, intelligent brain turned me on.
Suddenly, my reverie was interrupted.
“Mr. Evans?” I looked up. A secretary held a phone in my direction, her look apologetic.
“Yes?” was my growl. “What’s the problem? We’re in a meeting here.”
She ducked her head, embarrassed.
“Yes, but Prescott Holdings is on the line. The caller said it was urgent.”
What the fuck? What could be so urgent? But I knew what it was. Nick Prescott has been a rival of mine for decades now. The guy is old and wizened but don’t let his troll-like appearance fool you. Because that dude is sharp as a tack, even in his advanced age.
I took the phone from Annie. The execs pretended to be interested in the floor and looked away politely. “Hello?”
The wheezing voice of Nick Prescott filled my ear.
“Evans, eh?” he began. Who used “eh” these days? But evidently, Prescott thought of himself as an English gentleman.
“Get on with it,” I barked.
“Well, tweedle-dee to you too!” he breezed, not at all intimidated. I could just see the ancient guy, lounging back with a biscuit in hand, a tea cup at his elbow. “So what’s going on with your project?” he wheedled. “You know, the one that’s been having all that trouble.”
What the fuck? That was none of his business. What the hell was wrong with him, even asking? We’re competitors for crying out loud. You don’t discuss this kind of shit with someone who’d just as soon cut you off at the knees.
As a result, we were done. I didn’t care if this guy was eighty with one foot in the grave because this was just fucking weird, not to mention annoying. I hung up without a word and handed the phone back to the secretary.
“Next time that ankle-biter calls, don’t answer,” was my command. “I don’t care who he says he is, or how important the matter is. Do not disturb me.”
“Of course,” Annie bowed her head, practically in tears. And then the middle-aged woman scurried out, back hunched.
I felt bad because I hadn’t meant to intimidate her. But seriously. Why had I been interrupted during a meeting to speak to Nick Prescott of all people? Fuck my life.
The execs coughed, shifting in their seats. Clearly, they were uncomfortable witnessing that exchange, but what did I care? That was their problem. I smiled and took control, guiding the meeting with a sure hand.
“So where were we again? Is construction under way already? Or are we still waiting for permits?”
Thoroughly ruffled, the junior exec continued with his presentation, hands shaking.
“Our team has put together a proposal for negotiations with the Mackeys. We just need your authorization,” he murmured as another man passed me a thick packet of paper. I sighed and flipped through it; it was the standard legal mumbo jumbo. I scribbled my signature and handed it back, already onto the next thing. Normally, you can’t go easy with shit like this because it has to be read and re-read to make sure that everything’s kosher. But today wasn’t the day. I just wanted things done.
The minute the presentation was over, I stood, towering above the others.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” came my growl. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s get moving.”
Immediately, a hubbub of relief sounded because they’d thought the decision would take weeks, or even months. But for me, this shit is easy. The pros and cons are obvious, and nuances that escape others completely are as clear as day to an old hand like me. As a result, it’s easy to make decisions. The path forward was clear, and I was done here.
I headed towards the door, not bothering to say goodbye. My work was done, and I had better things to do now which included meeting up with one very beautiful, sensuous female … who’d taken hold of my mind and heart unexpectedly.
11
Morgan
“Where are you now?” gasped Evelyn, trying to peer around my shoulder from her computer screen. “That place looks fabulous!”
I giggled because I was sitting in the middle of Stone’s penthouse apartment, my laptop perched on the kitchen counter. Although kitchen counter didn’t seem the right description
for the giant grey marble slab lined with veins of white and gold. That’s right, gold. This rock had been mined from somewhere special because there was obviously precious metal embedded in the stone.
“I know, it’s amazing right?” was my gentle laugh. “I’m at Stone’s apartment in Chicago. Here, look at this,” I said, pointing my camera towards the kitchen counter. This thing has gold streaks in it,” I said, voice hushed.
Evelyn’s mouth fell open.
“Are you serious?” she sputtered. “Wait, hold your laptop closer because I want to see.”
Obligingly, I propped my laptop up, pointing it just so to give Evelyn a good vantage point. Pushing a couple of Stone’s papers out of the way, there was a clear view of a giant gold vein, a snake worming its way through the hazy cloud of marble.
“Oh wow,” she breathed, clapping her hands. “I have to take a picture, hold on.”
Laughing, I waited as Evelyn snapped a couple screen shots, the better with which to marvel over my good luck.
“I’m going to take these photos to a professional for an evaluation,” she announced. “It’s insane because you could probably sell this thing and make thousands of dollars.”
I had to laugh at that.
“How am I going to sell Mr. Evans’ kitchen counter, Evelyn?” was my droll reply. “This thing has to weigh two tons. Do I just detach it from the wall and carry it off on my back?”
“You know,” she pooh-poohed me, waving one hand in the air. “At the very least, you could melt this stuff and get some gold jewelry made.”
I laughed again because Evelyn always has these weird ideas. How in the world would I melt the gold that was already embedded in the marble countertop? And why would I do that anyways? But my buddy was already onto the next thing.
“Show me the rest of the apartment, Morgan! Oooh, you’re so lucky!” she squealed. “Living in the lap of luxury.”
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