by Alexis Angel
But it's not worth losing the girl I love over.
The girl right now whose body is responding to my cock as it nestles inside her ass cheeks.
She's grinding her hips against me in slow, circular movements.
I feel the nerves on my tip start to burn. Her skin is so fucking soft and her flesh is so pliant that I could cum all over her ass right now if I kept on doing this long enough.
Thinking about her ass guides my hands down to her cheeks and I squeeze.
Becca slowly wakes up, coming to life. She turns her head back slightly and realizes the position she's in. She knows what's happening and without a word, she pushes back on me with greater precision.
I run a finger over her lips.
They're puffy and swollen with desire. She wants this just as bad as I do.
Last night she was like a monster. She couldn't get enough.
Becca grunts, and in a moment she's adjusted herself. We're not spooning anymore. She's turned over on her stomach. She sticks her ass up in the air, inviting me.
I don't need to be asked twice.
Just because I love her doesn't mean that I won't fuck her like a whore right now.
I get on my knees and position my thick 12-inch cock over her slit.
She feels the head part open her lips.
"Fuck," she whimpers as my head stretches open her canal.
"That's good, baby girl," I whisper and in one smooth motion I'm inside her.
All fucking 12 inches.
"Oh my God," Becca moans as I piston my cock inside and out of her slowly.
I can afford to go slow.
"I love it when you fuck me," she moans into her pillow.
I continue to fuck her.
"What did I tell you to call me?" I ask her.
My cock is scraping against her walls, making her spasm involuntarily.
"Daddy," she whimpers. "I love it when you fuck me, Daddy," she says.
"That's a good girl," I say softly into her neck.
My nose brushes against the small of her neck and I kiss her. I can smell her hair. It smells like roses. "Fuck, you're so sweet and innocent," I say to her.
I can feel rather than see her smile into her pillow and she wiggles her ass a bit more.
"But I'll be your whore, Daddy," she moans as my cock continues to stimulate her nerve clusters.
"I've made you my fucking nympho," I grunt.
"I love it, Daddy," she says with a drawl that I can tell is caused from the pleasure of my cock.
I want her to be as dirty as she wants with me. To do the nastiest things with. Things that we'll never tell anyone else. But keep secret between us.
I'll tell her every single fucking fantasy I have. And I'll make hers come true.
She begins to push her ass up at me, meeting my thrusts.
Fuck, I can't keep this going much longer if she does it. I thought I was satisfied from yesterday. But it's like she's my fucking drug.
I mean, look at it. I've given up everything to be with her.
And I'd do it all over again.
Becca turns her head as much as she can to look at me. She can only manage from the side of her vision but her eyes are clouded with lust.
"You're not supposed to do this to your baby girl," she says with a lascivious smile. "I want you to cum inside of me."
"Fuck, if you keep talking like that, I'll cum right now," I manage to say despite the fact that my nuts are starting to twist and my heart is beating rapidly.
"Cum inside me now, Daddy," she moans as her eyes roll back into her head. I feel her body tremble and shake and her pussy walls grasp onto my cock and start squeezing it.
Fuck, I'm being milked. And I can't take it anymore.
I explode with the power of my seed, shooting deep inside of her.
My vision blurs and I can't stop.
Pleasure courses from the tip of my cock through my body as I keep pistoning in and out of Becca and she keeps meeting my thrusts with movement of her own.
She can't stop either. Our muscles have begun to work involuntarily.
The pleasure turns to shuddering. I've cum almost a quart of fucking cum into her and my nerves are raw. A few final strokes send shudders down my spine and I stop.
Becca is sprawled on the bed again, breathing heavily.
I pull out of her and join her.
Immediately, my seed spills out of her. It's overflowing like a dam.
I came so much. It's a wonder that she doesn't get...
"Mason," Becca says, turning to me and cuddling against my chest. "I have something to tell you that I was going to tell you last night...before everything happened."
I look at her. She can tell me anything she wants.
"I'm here for you, baby girl," I tell her.
She looks me in the eyes. Those wide, beautiful doe-eyes.
"I'm pregnant," she says simply. I can tell her eyes are intently searching my face to see what my reaction is going to be.
I mean, fuck, think about why she'd be worried, okay?
Technically, I'm still fucking married to her mother, right? Can you imagine the headlines? King of Wall Street Impregnates Stepdaughter?
But fuck the world.
She may be worried, but I'm stunned.
With fucking happiness.
I grab hold of her and without saying anything pull her close to me and kiss her. Hard.
"We're pregnant?" I ask. "We're fucking pregnant?"
"Well, I am," she says, rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out at me.
"Fucking brat," I say smiling.
"Your wicked lil' brat, Daddy," she says, bringing our bedroom play out into the sunshine. "Always yours. Are you upset?"
Why the fuck would I be upset? I hold her close to me and show her how not upset I am.
"With everything you're going through right now, I didn't know," she says in between kisses.
Here is where I pull back.
"We're going to be okay," I tell her.
She nods thoughtfully, both of our minds all of a sudden drifting off to work.
"If only there was a way to show that Mom knows that Red Lion Aviation is a shady company..." Becca trails off.
But I've already been thinking about this. Sure, I may have looked like I gave up and chose Becca last night.
But you know I'm Mason fucking Kane. King of fucking Wall Street. I don't give up that fucking easily, Gorgeous.
"What were you coming to tell me the other day at dinner?" I ask Becca softly. "Was it just to tell me about the baby?"
Becca shakes her head. "I had more research I had done," she says. "I think it could help if we looked into it."
That's what I thought. Baby girl is thorough and meticulous.
"Email me that research," I tell her. "If it's like the last thing you found, I think we can begin to start connecting the dots."
She nods thoughtfully. "You mean from the employee records?"
I nod to her.
You remember what I'm talking about, Gorgeous? Remember Becca found something on the employee records that Red Lion Aviation had to file with the government and showed me?
I hadn't told you what that was yet right?
Well, don't worry. You'll find out soon enough.
“Is everything going to be okay?” Becca asks me, her eyes wide. “You know, with the way you left Mom?”
I shrug. “Lorna is most likely going to get her people to call a Non Confidence vote from the Board to throw me out,” I say calmly. “Say that with not investing in Red Lion and my outside antics I’m not fit to lead the firm.”
She looks at me and I can see her beginning to wonder if this is because of her.
“I have some tricks up my sleeve though, just in case,” I tell her. “Just get me the data, and if there’s a Board Meeting, make sure you make sure to be there.”
“Where will you be?” she asks me.
“I might be out finding the smoking gun,” I reply. Th
en I give her a grin. “I mean, if all else goes badly, I might just pull a Sawyer and leave New York and go to the fucking mountains.”
Becca looks at me. “Sawyer?” she asks me.
“The Woodsman?” I ask her back. She looks at me blankly.
“Go read Eddie Cleveland, baby girl,” I tell her. “He’s an author and a friend of mine. Good shit.”
Becca has just lifted her head off my chest and is looking at me. I can tell the time for serious talk is over.
"But before I do anything, Mason Kane," she says with a mischievous smile. "I'm simply not going to let another minute pass without me getting a chance to suck that big, beautiful cock of yours."
Yeah, Gorgeous, I don't think I'm going to be talking for a while. But I fucking promise. If what Becca found is important enough, you'll be the first to know.
Becca's head approaches my chest and she starts to kiss her way down.
I feel her body scraping against mine as she lowers herself.
Fuck, it's going to be a good morning.
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Breaking news today that has all of Wall Street talking.
Allegations surfaced today of sexual impropriety on the part of Mason Kane, the beleaguered CEO of the embattled investment bank Kane Price. Amidst the allegations, the Board of Directors of Kane Price formally declared to hold a vote of No Confidence in Mason Kane, the founder and CEO of Kane Price.
Kane Price shares tumbled in intraday trading, dropping as low as 30% before finishing the day lower 25%. Prices of a single share of Kane Price were at their 52-week low of the year.
The No Confidence vote came on the heels, and many believe, spurred by a statement from Mr. Kane's current wife. The statement released by Lorna Lowell, the activist shareholder with the largest position in Kane Price after Mr. Kane himself. In the statement that was released to the media as well as posted on her own official site as well as that of her law firm, the recently married wife of the CEO states that she will be seeking an annulment from their marriage, and barring that, a divorce.
In the statement, she states unequivocally that Mason Kane expressed an unhealthy interest in her daughter, Rebecca Lowell. She asserts that on numerous occasions she had caught both Mr. Kane and her daughter in sexually compromising positions that violated the sanctity of her marriage vows.
Ms. Lowell further goes on to state that she plans to bring about conclusive proof in divorce court should she be required to that these overtures by Mr. Kane were the result of his "bare knuckles" approach to dealing with her when the two disagreed on investment matters for the Firm. Ms. Lowell was made Chief Investment Counsel to the CEO less than three months ago. Almost immediately, the two began to clash on controversial investments and the future of Kane Price.
Numerous insiders describe the situation inside Kane Price as two armed camps that are facing off against each other, with one side siding with Lorna Lowell and the investment direction she proposes, and the other sticking with Mr. Kane and the tried and true formula that he believes in.
Mr. Kane has faced troubles before. Earlier in the year he was at the heart of a scandal after being filmed in a compromising sexual position with a television anchor, Stacy Sawyer. The video culminated with his ejaculation on live television.
Investors and clients are naturally spooked by the turbulence at Kane Price and sources tell us that an outflow of money has already begun that will most likely get worse if the Board decides to remove Mr. Kane in it's No Confidence meeting scheduled four days from now.
At this time, the only person who seems to be calm is Mason Kane himself. Reporters sought to gauge his pulse as he headed out of his One57 condo, but the CEO stated that he had no comment to give. Mr. Kane was last seen heading toward Peterborough Airport and many find it odd that he would leave New York City at a time like this rather than prepare for the meeting that will decide his fate as CEO.
As the eyes of Wall Street focus on Kane Price, stay tuned to MarketWatch Journal for all your updates.
Becca
Four days ago, the no confidence vote was announced, and Mason left me to go to his apartment and then go to the airport.
Halfway to his apartment, I remember him calling me.
"Can you email me everything you have?" he asked. I rolled my eyes as he qualified that statement with a, "I love you but I'm just reminding you because I'm going to be going away for a little bit."
I would have asked where but I knew there was no point.
There was something that I had found in the Red Lion research that had tickled Mason and he was off to go see what it was.
"Don't worry, baby girl," he told me over the phone before he hung up. "I'm pretty sure after I'm back no one will fuck with us ever again."
I tried to keep a brave voice.
"I also can't accept your resignation," Mason had said. I knew this was coming. "I need you close to me for whatever goes down. Trust me."
Well, hun, I'm really trying to trust him here and have faith in him because when he said that four days ago I never thought for a moment that I'd be outside the Board Room four days later watching as each of the Board Members began to sit down and wait on Mason.
I mean, four days ago I had marched to my floor drenched to the bone and written a resignation letter.
Let's not even get into the look of puzzlement on my direct manager's face when Mason replied back to the email I had copied him on saying, "No fucking way."
I mean, you're talking about a middle manager here in his 50s with a bit of a paunch. He sees the brash bad boy CEO commenting and replying back to an email to the 21-year-old intern.
"I don't want to get in the middle of anything," he had told me. "I have five years before I make enough money to retire and I don't wanna know anything."
Well, that left me pretty much free for the next four days, trying my best to organize as much of what I could find for when Mason came back.
Only now, I'm waiting in the conference room, and he's not back.
Technically the meeting is supposed to start at 12 pm. But it's already 12:03 pm.
The Kane Price boardroom is literally something else.
A dark mahogany conference table dominates the room. The room itself has priceless art hanging from two walls. The other wall is all glass, with panoramic views of New York City. And the farther wall is mounted with two-way video screens to allow for people to remotely dial in via videophone. A second flat panel television is on mute right next to the video screen with a constant update on Market Pulse. The reasoning behind the television is that if there is anything where minute-to-minute updates are needed, the Board will have an easy way of keeping abreast of the news.
I'm hovering outside the conference room, but in truth I have no reason to be here.
I mean, think about it. I'm a 21-year-old intern in the Private Equity Group. What possible reason could I have to be in a group of people who have a minimum individual net worth that starts in the eight figures?
None. Except that I'm worried.
The man I love is going to be attacked by these people today. Roy Purpus has called for a meeting that seeks to have this group of people vote against Mason as CEO. I can understand how that would be good for Mom, but I can't understand why Roy would fall for everything that's going on in the news. There's no way he can be viewing Red Lion as a viable investment alternative to everything else Kane Price has right now, can he?
I walk in nonchalantly, as if I have every reason for being there, and sit down on one of the sofa-benches built into the wall. The spaces are usually occupied by Vice Presidents and Directors who provide support documents to members of the Board as well as administrative assistants who fetch papers, water, food, and any manner of sundries. I think I can blend in here. No one upstairs on the 18th floor is going to miss me. In truth, work has sort of ground to a halt today as the eyes of the Firm, and the entirety of Wall Street wait to see what will happen.
There
are a bunch of things that I can tell you about how important today is.
No Firm in the history of Wall Street has ever kicked out their CEO.
No Firm in the history of Wall Street has ever been ripped apart like ours is being now based on a power struggle between a husband and wife.
No CEO has ever been in this much of the public spotlight as what the media calls the "Bad Boy of Wall Street." They used to call him the "King of Wall Street" but I think Mom pretty much came and ruined that.
But then again, she seems to ruin everything.
I sit and try to blend in as Roy Purpus strides into the room.
He's a corpulent man, at least 400 pounds and he's known to begin sweating at the slightest of efforts. He's got a thick Texas twang and at least five chins and I can see that he's the exact opposite of Mason in every way.
Sorry if I'm a bit biased, hun. I mean, he's the one that called the No Confidence Board Meeting. I just don't understand why. From everything I've researched he's always been rather indifferent to the investment direction of the Firm. In fact, as long as he'd had his payday he hasn't really cared where the money has come from or the ethical implications. But he's never been one to be an activist.
"What are you doing here, girl?" a voice bites out at me from my side, immediately snapping me out of my reverie and jarring me back to reality.
Standing in a rather tight black pencil skirt and black blouse stands the woman that I had been raised to think was my mother. Lorna Lowell.
At first I don't know what to say, so I remain silent.
"Well, girl," she sneers at me. "You're lucky you even have a job to come back to. Don't push it by sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."
Right, I've pretty much had enough of her.
I stand up, and I can tell there are a few eyes on me.
"You know what, Mother," I say to her trying not to raise my voice. "I think I will stay here. Someone has to keep you honest."
"Don't test me, Becca," my mother says to me. "I've ruined and brought down greater men than you can imagine. Your little boyfriend is nothing. You think you'll be saving him?"
I can feel rather than see more eyes staring at me.
