by Jenna Rose
I could only imagine the high society who he’d entertained there.
I saw a dark wooden door at the end of the hall and opened it to find myself in Alden’s bedroom. Actually it was a small entrance area with hangers and shelves that led into the much larger, gorgeous bedroom.
The first thing that hit me was the smell—his smell, and my desire for him immediately swelled. I slid my fingers into my G-string and began to play with myself as I stepped inside.
I was so wet, and as I found myself alone in his room, the room of one of New York City’s titans, I was so completely turned on that I barely knew what to do with myself.
His bed wasn’t made. It looked like he’d just thrown the covers aside when he got out in the morning. An ornate, antique wooden dresser sat by his bed with a line of photographs and other things on top of it.
For a moment I felt bad about wanting to look, but he did say I could go wherever I wanted.
The photos were mostly of him with various elite people, some politicians and celebrities. He had a family photo with what I assumed were his parents, but beside that was something that took my breath away.
It was a necklace—a necklace of countless diamonds that looked like something fit for a queen.
Is he married?
I was shocked at just how much the thought pained me and just as I reached out to touch them, I heard Alden’s voice behind me.
“My ex-wife’s,” he said as I jumped and spun around to face him. “My last maid tried to steal them. Could have retired if she’d managed to fence them.”
“I—I didn’t mean to snoop—”
“I told you that you could go anywhere you wanted,” he smiled as he came around the bed and stood beside me. “Nothing is off-limits to you.”
I was blushing. Blushing and dripping wet for him. I wanted him to take me, have his way with me, but I could see that something was bothering him.
“What is it?” I asked. “Was the…emergency something bad? We…don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
“No,” he shook his head. “My ex-wife, actually. She faked another suicide attempt to try to get me to go back with her.”
“Oh…” I replied softly. “So…you’re going to—?”
“Hell no!” he snapped. “I’d let a hyena eat my legs off before I got back with that bitch!”
A sense of relief washed over me, but I could see he was still really upset by what had happened, so I pressed my body against his and stroked his strong chin with my index finger.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “She’s not here now. It’s just you and me.”
“I’m sorry,” he growled. “I shouldn’t let her get to me. You and I were right in the middle of things, and—”
“That’s right,” I said as I grabbed him right by his power center. “We were. And now we are again.”
I pressed my lips against his and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I could tell he wasn’t expecting this from me, and I smiled as he kissed me back. The drawstring of his sweatpants came undone with a quick tug and I slid my hand inside and found what I was looking for.
Wow…I thought. There’s just nothing wrong with this man!
And that was putting it mildly. His cock wasn’t even fully hard yet, but it was thick and heavy in my hand, and as I began stroking it, it continued to rise until it was like a hot rod of steel that I could barely wrap my fingers around.
Having never touched a man like this before, I had no idea what I was doing, but from the sounds Alden was making, I seemed to be doing an all right job.
“I didn’t get to finish what I was doing to you,” he whispered against my lips.
“That’s okay,” I told him as I felt a warm spill of precum slid across my hand. “Let me calm you down, baby. Show me what to do.”
Chapter Eight
Belle
I got down on my knees and looked up at Alden, feeling more submissive than I’d ever felt before. As a professional woman and business owner, I was used to being in control, being the boss, and it felt so good to relinquish that control over to a man like Alden.
In fact, I knew right then that Alden was the only man I could ever do this for.
I tugged his sweatpants down all the way and his cock sprang out and hung before him like something a Greek god would possess. I licked my lips as I started to salivate and looked up at him as I waited for him to tell me what to do.
But Alden didn’t tell me anything; he showed me.
His strong fingers gripped my hair like he was putting it in a ponytail and he pushed my head down. I opened my mouth and accepted his cock, tasted the sweet and salty precum against my tongue and almost exploded.
I couldn’t help myself. I slid one hand into my G-string and started playing with my pussy that was so wet I could barely believe it. He took my other hand and placed it on his shaft and began to move my head up and down, showing me how he wanted me to suck it.
“That’s good,” he groaned, filling me with warmth.
My cheeks stretched around his thick head and I wondered if my face looked like a balloon being blown up with each one of his firm yet gentle thrusts.
I’m doing this, I thought with excitement. I’m sucking my first dick…
And what a first dick to suck!
I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do—I’d of course heard guys make jokes about it before—but I had to do it. I pulled back and looked up at him.
“Am I doing all right?” I asked.
“All right?” he smiled. “You’re a fucking natural, gorgeous. Don’t you dare stop.”
Like he owned me, Alden pushed my head back down onto his cock and I moaned as I took him between my lips. He was so thick, hard and warm, and I slid two fingers into my slit and began to play with myself as I sucked him, aching for him to take me and make me his.
Being submissive in this way was new to me and not anything I’d ever known I would be into. It had never been anything I’d fantasized about, and I knew that it was only Alden who could make me feel this way.
Whatever had happened to him with his ex-wife, whatever stress he was feeling at the moment, I was taking that pressure off of him and providing him with something else.
“I like watching you play with yourself,” he told me.
“Mmm?” I moaned in response.
“You’re so sexy,” he said as he caressed my head. “Let’s see how much you can take down your throat?”
Again, I pulled back and licked my lips. “I’d bet less than half!”
“Oh, I think you can do more than that, gorgeous,” he cooed. “You’re the kind of gal who’s up for a challenge. Aren’t you?”
“You know it,” I smiled as I grabbed the base of his cock and opened wide.
I opened and accepted his girth once more, tasted precum on my tongue and took a deep breath as he pushed the back of my head down.
Don’t cough, I told myself. Don’t gag!
I was sure I was going to. It was like sword-swallowing, for God’s sake, and I wasn’t David Blaine. But to my complete shock, and Alden’s (judging by the sound he made), every single inch of his monstrous dick slid down my throat until my nose was pressing against his sculpted abs and his balls were pressing against my chin.
“Ho-ly fuck!” Alden growled.
I wanted to cry out in victory, but that was impossible. Instead, I flashed my eyes up at the gorgeous man above me and melted when I saw the look on his face.
I reached up and lifted the hem of his shirt. He’d already gotten a look at me, now I needed him to return the favor.
Just like I thought…I sighed with disbelief.
He was ripped. His abs could have graced the cover of a romance novel or a magazine ad for one of those fat burners that doesn’t work. I could wash clothes on them. He had that perfect V that led down to the absolute perfection in my throat.
“You sure you’ve never done this before?” Alden purred. I shook my head as much as I
could, still smiling with my eyes as my hands explored his eight-pack. He didn’t smile back at me—his face was filled with lust and intent, and I took a deep breath through my nose as he pulled back slightly and began to fuck my throat.
Wow…
There was nothing for me to do but kneel before him and take it. It was so submissive, but I felt powerful at the same time. He was turned on by me. He wanted me. I wasn’t some crazy ex-wife out to ruin him, or some girl just looking for a paycheck; I wanted to please him and he seemed to know that.
His cock flexed in my throat and I felt the warmth of more precum drip down the back of my tongue. I swallowed as his eyes grew more intent. His hand tightened on my head, pulling my hair so tight it almost hurt.
And all that did was turn me on even more.
“I’m going to come, gorgeous,” he growled.
“Mmm!” I moaned. I wanted it so badly.
“Fuck…I’m going to come so hard, baby,” he groaned as his eyes rolled back and closed. His cock pulsed and I felt a splash of warm cum spray into my throat with incredible force.
I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was so much I couldn’t keep it all down. His sweet juices spilled into my mouth and out of my lips as his strong hips bucked forward.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I was right on the edge myself. I fucked my dripping wet cunt with two fingers, feeling like a dirty little slut for the dominant, powerful man with his cock down my throat.
He shook, gripped my hair so tight I was sure he was going to tear it out, groaned like a giant and then relaxed.
I pulled back and gasped, leaving his cock glistening with spit and cum and smiled up at him like the proudest girl in the world.
“I did it,” I mewled. “I took it all.”
“No one’s ever done that before,” he panted. “You are a goddess.”
“Really?” I whispered as he leaned down, took me underneath the arms and lifted me so I was standing before him.
I thought he might hold back from kissing me but he didn’t. His lips met mine and I pressed my body hungrily against his. I wanted more—I wanted it all—but I knew he was going to need a rest. Guys had that refractory period thingy, right?
But as he ground back against me, I felt his cock was still hard as a rock.
“That felt amazing, gorgeous,” he whispered. “But I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Chapter Nine
Belle
I cried out with surprise as Alden bent me over the table and spanked my ass hard. I could feel his desire for me as he gripped my waist and pulled me to him.
His shirt landed on the table in front of me and I looked back to see him standing there naked, his Adonis body on full display, glistening under a thin layer of sweat, his impossibly enormous cock standing straight out and aiming at my ready hole.
I knew it was my first time, but somehow this felt so natural as though we’d done it many times before. I wasn’t shy or nervous; I was excited. The anticipation was killing me, and I arched my back like I knew what I was doing and presented myself fully to him.
“You have such a pretty little pussy,” he growled as he grabbed his cock and gently began stroking it. It occurred to me how much I wanted to watch him jerk off.
But not now. Right now I wanted to be fucked.
I needed to.
He stepped forward, kicked my ankles aside with his foot, dropping me into a lower, wider stance. I thought he was going to slide his cock in me and took a deep breath, but was shocked when he dropped down to his knees behind me and buried his face in my pussy.
“Alden!” I gasped. “Wow, wow, wow, wow…”
His tongue flicked across my clit, sending a warm shudder through my body. Then he moved back and up my slit to my hole and pressed inside. My jaw hung open as he kept going and tongued my other hole without an ounce of hesitation.
It was like he wanted to devour me.
His pure, primal lust had me completely beside myself. He was the epitome of pure, unrestrained, gorgeous masculinity and I wanted to be the ideal woman for him.
His tongue found my clit again, flattened and pressed so perfectly that I felt that glowing ball swell inside me again. I was already right there, but just as I was about to burst and sail over the edge, Alden pulled back.
“Baby! I’m going to come!”
“Damn right you are,” he growled.
And then he drove his cock inside me.
My whole world exploded as Alden McLaren claimed me with a single stroke that gave me every one of his inches. My pussy clenched down as my orgasm rocked me and I would have fallen over if it wasn’t for his strong grip on my hips that kept me up.
“Al-Al-Al-Alden…”
His name shook from my lips as each wave of the most amazing orgasm I’d ever had (or could ever have imagined) rippled through me like warm waves of a sparkling golden ocean.
Pure. Fucking. Bliss.
I slumped forward as my climax took full control of me, felt the cool tabletop against my breasts as my mouth hung open and my breath caught in my chest.
My dripping hole flexed on his thickness and I could feel every single inch of him as he held it inside me.
“Good girl,” he growled as I started to come back to my senses. But Alden wasn’t giving me any time to recover. He started to pound me.
Each stroke caused his balls to slap against my already sensitive clit, and I cried out each time he drove his monster cock back inside me. I was starting to sweat and reached back to try to undo my maid’s top, but Alden was way ahead of me.
Without hesitation, he tore it off of me and threw it aside. It probably cost more than a month’s rent for me but he didn’t care. His hands explored my back, traced the lines of my spine, sending shivers through my already shaking body.
I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with his scent, embedding the moment in my mind—the moment my dream man took my virginity and made me his.
“Your pussy is so tight,” he told me. I swelled with pride and looked back at him as he took my wrists and held them together like I had been bound with rope.
“Yeah?”
“You make me want to come already.”
“Again?” I asked. “You are amazing.”
“You have no idea, gorgeous.”
It was a blur. Alden seized my legs, lifted me and spun me around onto my back, all while holding his cock inside me. It happened so fast that I looked up at him in shock, just as he leaned down and swallowed my mouth in his.
I threw my arms around his strong back as we kissed like old lovers. His strong chest pressed against my breasts as he took my head in his hands and pressed his tongue into my mouth.
His muscles, slick with his sweat, were taut against my body. His strength amazed me. I was completely dominated by him. This man had total power and control over me.
As a professional woman who’d built up her own business from scratch, this wasn’t something I was used to. I was always the one in control when it came to everything in my life, and as Alden fucked my brains out, I realized that giving up that control now was exactly what I needed.
And somehow, Alden had known that.
He sat back before me, putting his physique on full display for me. One hand took hold of my breast and squeezed my nipple just hard enough to hurt. I squealed, loving every minute of it, and opened my mouth as he traced a line across my lips with his thumb.
He slid it into my mouth and I sucked it like I’d done with his cock. I wasn’t thinking about any of it—it just felt so natural. But what he did next completely blew my mind.
His thumb, slick with my spit, pressed against my clit as he started fucking me with deep, slow, long strokes that felt like he was going to hollow me out. The sensations paralyzed me. Every muscle in my body went tight and all I could do was lie there as this beautiful man showed me the true meaning of ecstasy.
Chapter Ten
Alden
Belle’s beautiful body rocked beneath me, causing her perfect breasts to jiggle just right. Her tight, flat stomach bulged slightly with each stroke I gave her. I loved seeing her strong, confident, professional face twisted in pleasure.
The beautiful businesswoman who’d walked into my office for an interview was now lying down beneath me wearing heels and a pair of thigh-high stockings, her body shaking as she approached another orgasm.
I could still taste her pussy on my lips. So sweet.
My dick was a hot rod inside her, and I moved my thumb faster on her swollen little clit, coaxing her closer and closer to the edge.
“I—I—I—” she stammered.
“I know, baby,” I told her as I fucked her harder. “Come for me again. I’m going to come too.”
“Yeah?” she blurted out. “You’re gonna come, baby?”
“Your pussy’s so good. I have to.”
“Come in me!” she exclaimed.
I was honestly taken aback. I’d wanted to, of course, but I hadn’t anticipated her telling me to.
Is she on birth control? I thought, but shook the idea out of my mind when I realized I didn’t give a shit.
Belle wasn’t a one-night stand. She wasn’t a floozy or a sugar baby. This was more than just a fuck. There was something else going on here between us and we both knew it.
She was mine.
This was the kind of woman I could see being a partner in life with. She didn’t take any shit from anyone, even me, and was strong and capable on her own. In my line of work, I rarely ran into women like Belle and I wasn’t about to let her get away from me.
“I’m close, baby,” I growled.
“Me too!”
“Come, baby,” I told her as my balls went taut. I may have come once already, but I was ready to explode again, and when she went over the edge, so did I.
Belle’s hips bucked up off the table and I lost my grip on her clit as her entire body quivered and she cried out. Her pussy clenched down like a fist and I roared as I came inside her.
