by Madison Faye
Greedy girl. But a lucky girl, because more is exactly what she’s going to get tonight.
I thrust my tongue into her, making her squeal in pleasure before I drag it wetly to her clit. I suck the little bud between my lips, sucking as I swirl my tongue around it. My fingers tease at her opening, sliding in and out shallowly, just enough to make her pussy drip her arousal like a leaky faucet. I move faster, tonguing her harder and growling into her deeply, until suddenly, I feel her start to shake and tremble.
And with a final swirl of my tongue, she shatters for me.
Simone cries out, bucking hard and shamelessly against my mouth as she comes on my tongue. I grunt, unrelenting in my assault on her clit, and shoving her right into a second orgasm as she screams in pleasure and releases against my mouth. I slow, letting my licks grow teasing and light, before slowly, I pull away.
Simone trembles, panting and wobbly on her legs. She may very well fall to the ground, but I stand, wrapping her in my arms as I pin her to the glass. My mouth crushes to hers, and I can feel her hesitation at just how slick my lips are with her cum. But when she moans and hungrily swirls her tongue with mine, my cock lurches against hers.
I reach behind me, my mouth never leaving hers as I punch the elevator button again, and slowly, we start to move. Five seconds later, there’s a low ding as the doors open directly into the foyer of my penthouse, and I quietly pull away from her pouty soft lips. I reach down, tugging her panties back up, but knowing damn well she’s about to lose them for the rest of the night. Or maybe even longer.
“Come, little one,” I growl softly, taking her hand in mine and pulling her out of the elevator on shaky, trembling legs.
“I’m just getting started with you.”
5
SIMONE
THE SECOND WE’re off the elevator, he whirls and pulls me into his arms. I gasp, and when his big hands slide down my body to cup my ass and pull me right up off the floor, my legs instinctually just wrap around his muscled waist as my mouth crushes to his.
What in the hell is happening?
This was supposed to be a job, and it’s only now that I realize how little I thought through how this would actually play out. Blame my total lack of experience, I guess. I mean what did I think? That he’d take me home and his cum would just magically find its way into my little cup? That he’d take it into the bathroom and do it himself, like this was a sperm bank or something? I mean, yes, I knew there’d be sex and other stuff involved, I guess, but not this.
…I never anticipated passion. I never anticipated intimacy like this.
He groans into my mouth, and I can still taste the sweetness of my own pussy on his lips, but God, it only makes me want to kiss him more. He moves through his absolutely huge, lofty penthouse without even really looking where he’s going, and I cling to him, kissing him wildly as my pulse roars through me. He storms through a set of doors, and suddenly, I realize we’re in a bedroom—big, open, with clean lines and a masculine feel to it. The whole far wall is glass, from the polished, gorgeous hardwood floors up the twenty or thirty odd feet to the lofted ceiling. And when he sets me down on the edge of his king-sized bed, my eyes go wide as I stare out over all of Central Park West and the entirety of the park, glittering below.
I turn at movement and when I see Knox start to pull his shirt out of his pants and slowly unbutton it one button at a time, my pulse quickens. I swallow, and I see a smirk on his face, his sharp green eyes burning into me like fire as he slowly pulls the shirt open and off his sculpted shoulders.
Good. Lord.
The man is carved out marble, with a perfect, and I do mean perfect, body. Sculpted pecs, broad shoulders, muscled arms, grooved, mouthwatering abs that ripple sensually as he tosses the shirt away, and those little v-lines that make girls go insane that tease down his hips into the waist of his pants.
“You’re staring.”
I blink, my mouth clamping shut as I realize it’s been hanging open, and I blush fiercely as my eyes drag back to his.
“I—no, I—” I blush. “You have a really nice body.”
He grins. “I work out.”
“No shit.”
He chuckles, even as I cringe at my awkward blurting of words.
“I want to see you, though, beautiful,” he purrs darkly, his eyes blazing with heat as they sweep over me.
I swallow thickly, blushing, feeling the forbidden heat blazing through me. Okay, this is it. I’ve already been crossing off the firsts—first kiss that made my toes curl and my panties soaked, first time going home with a man, and certainly first time with a man’s mouth between my thighs, licking my pussy until I felt like I might explode. And now, it’s time for whatever other firsts he wants to show me.
My mind clears for a moment, and I glance down at the clutch I’ve set down on the bed. Firsts or not, I have to remember why I’m here. The job. The hundred grand waiting to solve a whole bunch of my problems once I complete what I’m supposed to do. The fact that “what I’m supposed to do” involves the sex god standing in from of me coming is just the icing on top that brings a blush to my cheeks.
Knox’s eyes blaze over me as he backs away, lowering himself into a gorgeous, modern looking leather chair facing the foot of the bed. He steeples his hands in front of him, eying me.
“Take your dress off, sweetness,” he growls lowly.
I swallow, shivering with heat, and slowly, I stand. I take a step towards him and then spin, facing the bed and feeling my pulse race. I reach back, my fingers shaking as they find the zipper, and slowly, I tug. The dress falls away, and when it flies to the floor to pool around my heels, I shiver, feeling his eyes on my almost nude body. Goosebumps break out over my skin.
“The rest of it, little one,” he says quietly.
I pant, reaching back and unhooking my bra before letting it slip down my arms and fall away. I tug at my panties, and I’m about to just shove them down and kick them away like I’d do any time I might be undressing, but something stops me. Something that wants to be wild tonight. After all, when the hell else am I ever going to be doing this?
…When else am I going to be giving my virginity to one of the most gorgeous, powerful, richest men in New York City in his palace of a penthouse?
Instead, I slowly peel them down, and as I push them lower, I bend at the waist, keeping my knees locked with my back still to him. I hear him groan as I pull the panties down from my body, and I flush bring red, feeling his eyes teasing across my bare pussy and my ass from behind. The panties drop the rest of the way, and slowly, taking a deep breath, I turn.
“God you are beautiful,” he growls quietly, his jaw tight, and those eyes just blazing green fire across the room into mine. I blush, biting my lip and feeling shy, but he just shakes his head.
“You don’t even realize how fucking gorgeous you are, do you?”
“I—” his words actually leave me speechless with my heart jumping into my throat. “I guess no one’s ever said that to me before is all,” I murmur.
“Then the world has truly gone insane,” he purrs, raising a hand. He crooks his fingers at me, like he did before at the club.
“Come here, beautiful. Come here and let me taste that candy pussy again.”
I blush, and I reach down for my heels, but he stops me.
“No. Those stay on.”
I look up and catch the sly, hungry look on his face, and heat teases through me as I nod.
“Okay.”
I walk slowly towards him sitting in the chair, my pulse thundering so loud in my ears it’s almost drowning out everything else. My nipples pucker to points under his gaze, and I can feel the heat pulsing between my thighs as I come to a stop right in front of his chair. Knox growls, sitting up and reaching for me, but I stop him with a coy grin and a wag of my finger. I can see the flash of red in his eyes—he’s not a man used to the word “no” or his wishes not being followed.
“It’s my turn,” I whisper, seduc
tively, I hope.
This is it. It’s time to get what I really came here for. Time to ignore the way I feel when he looks at me, or touches me, or even just the way he talks to me in a way that makes me want to melt into him. I’m here for a job, and that’s it. Maybe this is my never having had a one-night stand before getting in the way—clouding my emotions when I should be seeing it as just carnal sex.
But still, I feel guilty. I mean, this is a one-night thing. Of course, it is with him. But even just the last hour being with him is possibly the best time I’ve ever had with a man. It’s definitely the best time I’ve ever had with a man, actually. And even if I want to remind myself as loud as I can that this is just supposed to be sex, I can’t ignore the feelings swelling up powerfully inside of me, or the way my heart races like crazy when he even just looks at me.
Good lord, is it possible to fall in love with someone at first sight? How about love at first orgasming on his tongue with my dress around my waist and my ass against the glass of his penthouse elevator for all of midtown Manhattan to see?
…Because I think I just did.
But the job is why I’m here. That’s it, and that’s what I have to keep reminding myself.
Slowly, I sink to my knees in front of him, my skin tingling with excitement, and my legs squeezing tight together as heat pools between them. I reach for his belt, my fingers shaking so bad I can barely even move it. But I force myself to calm down, and just do it. After all, I’m supposed to be this elegant little seductress, not an awkward, shaking little virgin.
…Even if I am.
I manage to get the belt undone, and when I reach for his zipper, I gasp as the thick bulge under his pants throbs against my fingers. I bite my lip, panting quietly as I slide the zipper down, pulling his pants apart. He lifts his hips, allowing me to tug the slacks down his muscled thighs, and when my eyes land on the huge bulge in his briefs, my jaw drops a little.
Holy shit.
Everything blurs around me, and I can feel my pulse thundering as I slide my hands back up his thighs, and over his briefs, barely brushing his bulge as I move for his waistband.
“You want to taste me, sweetness?” he growls, his abs flexing and rippling as I slip my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and start to pull.
“Yes,” I whisper heatedly, my pulse racing as I pull lower and lower. My eyes are wide as they follow the seductive little trial of trimmed, dark hair down from his abs, lower and lower, until with a small gasp, I get to the thick base of his cock.
Holy fuck.
I pull lower, and lower, my eyes going wide and my jaw dropping as his length just keeps going. Until suddenly, his cock springs free of his briefs and swings up, slapping rock hard against his abs as I just stare.
Oh. My. God.
He’s enormous—so, so thick, so long I doubt I could even fit him in both hands, and with this fat, swollen head pulsing at the top. I swallow thickly, my body reacting like some sort of primal impulse at just seeing his cock—my skin tingling, and my pussy growing wetter and wetter by the second. His head is glistening in the dim light of the room, and I gasp as I watch a white drop of his cum trickle down the underside of his shaft, down over his big, heavy-looking balls.
It doesn’t matter that I have nothing to compare him to. Even I know that Knox Carmichael is freaking huge. And I am so, so incredibly and achingly wet for him. I shouldn’t be, of course. I shouldn’t be this eager for him, or this turned on, or this desperate to know what he tastes like, or how it would feel with that big dick sliding into my tight, virgin cunt.
This is a job. But there’s no pretending otherwise. There’s no denying that I am this eager for him, and this turned on, and this desperate to feel all of him.
I reach out with an eager, trembling hand, and when my small fingers wrap as much around his shaft as they can, I gasp. He’s so warm, and so hard. And yet at the same time, so silky soft too. I swallow, biting my lip with my eyes just locked on him as I slowly stroke him with one hand. I bring my other up to join the first, grasping him with both hands as I slide them up and down, and Knox groans deeply.
“Fuck, little one,” he growls through clenched teeth. “Your soft hands feel so fucking good on my cock.”
“I know something else that will, too,” I whisper. And with a burst of confidence and a surge of heat through my core, I lean forward, lick my lips, and press them against his swollen crown.
And Knox hisses in pleasure.
I moan, growing bolder as I kiss my way down his big shaft. My tongue darts out, licking at him furtively at first before I get more comfortable. I drag my tongue up the underside of him, loving the way he gets even harder in my hands, and the way he grunts in pleasure. I tease up to his head, and this time, my lips part, and I slide them down over his fat, swollen cock.
And damn does he feel good.
I moan as I sink my mouth down around him, hollowing my cheeks and sucking a little as I slide back up. This might be my first blowjob, but I didn’t walk into this job totally blind. My now sordid internet search history can attest to that.
I hum around him, moaning eagerly as I slurp on his thick cock. Knox groans, his hand sliding down to cup my cheek before he slides it into my hair. I whimper, the thrill of feeling his fingers tangle in my locks making me even bolder. I push myself, swallowing more of his cock as both my hands start to stroke his shaft. I drop one to his balls, my fingertips tracing over the heavy sack as he throws his head back, moaning for me.
“That’s it, sweetness,” he groans, his hips raising against me. “Suck my cock just like that. Your little mouth feels so fucking good.”
I start to move faster, heat pulsing between my legs and the ache there so bad I almost want to drop a hand between them just to touch myself. But I just keep stroking him, my hands moving faster and faster, my mouth bobbing up and down the small portion of him I can possibly fit it my mouth.
The wet sounds of my sucking his cock fill the room, along with his masculine groans and my little whimpers of pleasure as I squeeze my thighs tight together. I can feel him swelling up even harder in my mouth, and when I feel his big balls start to tighten, I know—thanks to a little crash course at The Agency—that he’s close.
…He’s going to come for me.
I know I should slow down, or go for the cup, but for whatever reason, I can’t stop. I just keep sucking him, like his big cock has me under some sort of spell. He’s so big, and tastes so freaking sweet, and the thrill of feeling him pulse between my stretched lips is like a drug I can’t get enough of.
“You’re going to make me come, baby,” he groans, his hand tightening in my hair. And I just start sucking him faster. I moan deeply, slurping loudly and wetly up and down his shaft as his head swells up bigger and bigger against my tongue. His abs tighten, his balls draw up against his body, and his cock suddenly grows even bigger in my mouth as I whimper around him.
…And suddenly, he’s coming.
A lot.
I almost choke as the first thick spurt of his cum blasts over my tongue, but I just moan and keep my lips tight around him, sucking. Knox roars, his muscles tightening as his hips thrust against my mouth as he starts to pump rope after thick, sticky rope across my tongue, filling my mouth with his cum. I can feel some of it slide down my throat, but I try and keep the rest in my mouth, even though my cheeks are practically bulging with it.
Suddenly, through the erotic haze fogging my head and the adrenaline rush of making a man come for the very first time… I remember why I’m here.
The sample. The cup.
My pulse skips as I whirl, my eyes darting around me, until suddenly, I spot my clutch still sitting on the bed, fifteen feet away from me.
Shit.
I sit there for a second, his hot, sticky-sweet cum filling my mouth, trying to figure out what to do. Going for my purse would be awkward, not to mention super obvious when he’d see me spitting into a freaking medical cup right in front of him. So,
yeah, that’s out.
So, now what?
Except, I know “now what.” I turn back to him, a shiver running through me at the sight of his very much still rock-hard cock, and the raw lust still burning in his eyes. And something tells me, this is going to be far from my only chance tonight to get a sample of his cum for the job. His hand reaches out, brushing a lock of blonde hair away from my face, and I feel a tingle across my skin as I look up into those gorgeous, powerful eyes.
“Now, why don’t you be a good girl and swallow for me.”
I shiver, a small moan murmuring in my throat. And looking him right in the eye, my pulse racing and desire absolutely dripping down my thighs, I do.
I swallow.
“Good girl,” Knox purrs with a low growl to his tone as I swallow his big, thick load of cum. There’s so freaking much of it, and I can feel some of it trickle out of the corner of my mouth as I do. I reach up to wipe it away, but suddenly, his hand catches mine gently, stopping me with a shake of his head.
“No,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “No, I want my cum glistening on your lips when I fuck that sweet little pussy, beautiful. And besides,” he strokes my cheek in this comforting, affectionate way that sends heat through my body, and his eyes hold mine fiercely.
“You look so fucking pretty with my cum on your lips.”
6
KNOX
SHE GASPS when I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her boldly across the room before I drape her out across my big, king-sized bed. I crawl up onto it after her, and she moans as I spread her legs and move between them on my knees. My hands skim up her thighs, teasing her, my fingers moving close and closer to her dripping wet, pink pussy as she whimpers and raises her hips to meet my touch.
I wrap one hand around my cock, stroking it and grunting as more precum drips from my swollen head. I just came, and already, my balls are full again for her. She’s here for my cum?
Believe me, she’s going to get it.
