Oh fuck. This man had it all. Money, good looks, and a full heart. I was in big trouble. My phone rang and almost made me jump off the bed. I looked at the screen and it said: Kaylee. I immediately hit end. She could wait a little longer.
“Emma, I'd love to spend all night talking with you but there's some more guests I need to thank for coming.”
I didn't want to stop talking to Liam. I stood up. I knew it wouldn't last. Nobody was as unlucky as I was.
We walked back to the main part of the mansion and returned to all the guests. “I'd very much like to see you tomorrow,” Liam said. The look of desire in his eyes said all I needed to know
“I'd like that very much.”
Chapter Four
“You're going to have to repeat everything you just told me,” Kaylee said when we returned to our apartment. She was in shock.
And so was I.
Kaylee took a deep breath. “You met this guy Liam who just so happened to own the mansion. How do you know he isn't a fake?”
I scoffed. “A fake?”
“A liar,” Kaylee said. “What if he's just a random guy that lied about owning the place. He could be anybody. He wouldn't be the first man to lie to get into a woman's pants.”
I giggled and stifled it with my hand. “Well first of all, he had every chance to take me when he was shirtless.”
“The man got shirtless in front of you!”
“Like I said before, I spilled my drink on him and I needed to clean it for him.”
“Yeah he needed it cleaned because it was his only shirt.”
I thought back to the object he was inspecting on the nightstand. It looked like a box but Liam didn't seem to recognize it. What if he really was just a nobody? I immediately withdrew the thought as too ridiculous.
“Like I said before he had every chance to take advantage of me and he didn't. Secondly, I'm meeting him back at the mansion tomorrow. A liar wouldn't invite me back over if he didn't own the house.”
Kaylee thought about it for a moment and conceded. “Okay you win. And apparently you hit the jackpot with this hunk. How much is he worth?”
“You're so bad, Kaylee. It didn't even come up.”
“Then the big question is what are you going to wear tomorrow night?”
I brought Kaylee to my closet and showed her the gray jeans and the light blue blouse. “I thought this looked good.”
“Oh please, Emma. You're not going even going to impress the homeless man with that outfit. You need something that screams sexy.”
She pulled me to her closet and took out another dress. “This will make him blow his load in his pants.” The red cocktail dress did look good but the plunging neckline seemed a little much.
“That might work better for a club atmosphere.”
“And you don't think you're going to a club tomorrow night?
–
I was dropped off at Liam's mansion that looked a lot more tame than the night before. I made sure my breasts weren't popping out of the red cocktail dress. Kaylee was right that I had no idea what we were doing tonight. Better to be overdressed than under.
I went up to the door and rapped on it lightly. There wasn't an answer. What if Liam forgot about the whole thing? I suddenly felt foolish. He might not have been serious about seeing me again.
I turned around and realized that I'd have to call another uber driver. It was best to try again. This time I rang the doorbell.
The door opened a moment later and the butler from the night before. “You must be Emma. Will you please come inside?”
I stepped into the mansion and it was devoid of people unlike last time. I could actually see the floor and the walls.
“Liam was wondering if you would join him for dinner?”
“I'd love to.”
The butler brought me into a large dining room with a long wooden table with candelabras on it. It was exactly how you'd imagine an expensive dining room to look.
Liam stood up from one end of the table. “I'm glad you came, Emma. You look stunning.” He pulled out a chair for me to sit down next to him. Liam wore another white dress shirt and nice black slacks.
I sat down and let him push me towards the table. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Dinner was served and Liam didn't even eat a bite. He just stared at me while I droned on and on about the soap opera I was on.
“I know you don't want to hear all about the drama behind the scenes.” I took a bite of the salmon that was mouth-watering good.
“On the contrary, it's very interesting. I'm going to have to watch this show.”
I wiped my mouth with a napkin and put my hand up to stop him. “Oh please don't. It's so bad. You wouldn't understand what's going on anyways unless you watch the previous hundred episodes.”
The butlers took away my empty plate after I had thoroughly cleaned it. “That was very good.”
Liam looked down at his plate. “I didn't even realize the food was brought out. I got too lost in your eyes.”
I blushed. It was a cheesy line but a cheesy line that worked.
“Shall we skip dessert and go upstairs?”
He sure was forward. And I liked that.
Straight to the point.
Chapter Five
The moment we entered a bedroom that hadn't seen yet, Liam took me in his arms and kissed me. I was caught off guard. His lips were so soft and good.
I melted in his arms as our mouths moved against each other. His tongue lightly touched my bottom lip, just getting a little taste. It wasn't anything like that shitty kiss with Tom. Liam was a real man.
A hunger came over me. I tugged at his shirt and realized there was a stain on his chest. “Wait, is this the shirt you wore yesterday?”
“The maid wasn't able to get the stain out,” he said, helping me unbutton the rest.
“Whoops. Sorry about that.”
“I don't care. Like I said, it has memories and I hope we make more memories with it tonight.” The smirk on his face was very leading.
A yearning between my thighs grew. There was only one type of medicine for that...
I stepped to Liam and put my hands on his strong shoulders. My fingers ran down his strong arms, going over each toned muscle. He put his hands on my back and pressed me against him. I could feel his erection throb against my belly.
“I've been wanting to hold you like this ever since I laid eyes on you,” Liam said.
“Is that all you've been wanting to do?”
Liam's fingers went under my dress straps and pulled them down my shoulders. He let the dress fall to the ground and discovered that I was completely naked underneath. “Oh fuck,” he said, his mouth wide open. “Those tits are so huge.”
His hands were on me in seconds, cupping my breasts, his tongue flicking my pink nipples and sucking on them. They were so hard that it hurt when he chewed on them.
I leaned my head back and moaned, “It feels so good.”
“You like when I play with your tits?” He ran his tongue up my cleavage, suffocating himself in my chest.
“Yes,” I breathed. My heaving breasts expanding and contracting.
I reached down and found his cock. I stroked him through his pants and it felt like he was never ending. Could that be even possible?
“Lay down on the bed,” he ordered me.
I sank into the comfy sheets and spread my legs for him, showing him all my wetness. Liam licked his lips and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. He was naked underneath too.
And he was absolutely massive. I closed my thighs in reaction to the pain I knew he was going to cause me. That cock was going to rip me to shreds.
“You want me to fuck you with this big cock?” he asked, gripping his rod. His fingers barely curled around his thickness.
I nodded and bit my bottom lip. “Take me rough, Liam.”
Liam planted his lips on mine, the pleasure reaching a higher level. He took my wrists in his hand
s and brought them above my head, shoving them in between the pillows. “Don't move your hands,” he ordered me.
I complied while Liam layered kiss after kiss down my neck, past my big mounds, and over my pubic mound.
When his tongue touched my clitoris, all hell broke loose. My orgasm sucker punched me and my body shifted into fifth gear. “I'm coming, Liam!”
He swirled his tongue around my clit, working unbelievable magic. I'd never been so deftly touched down there. Whatever he was doing, I knew I didn't want him to stop. The feeling of not being able to touch him was frustrating but ultimately liberating.
All I had to do was lay there and let him use my body for his amusement. But really it was for my amusement.
I rocked my pussy against his face. The pleasure didn't creep up like it usually did. It was like immediately starting a roller coaster with a drop. I came hard against his face, my hips bucking and spreading my wetness all over his mouth.
“I think you're ready for me,” he moaned. Liam spread my legs as wide as they could go. I looked down and watched as his cock tore into me.
I screamed out in pain and pleasure. My pussy was so wet and stretched around him. Liam drilled deeper and deeper until I was completely stuffed.
“You're so fucking tight, he groaned, pulling his cock halfway out and thrusting right back in me.
“You're way too big for me! I can't handle your giant cock.”
“You're going to take whatever I give you,” he said, his hips crashing against me. I kept my hands above my head while Liam pounded into me.
“I'm close,” I warned him.
“Come around me, baby. I want to feel your pussy choke my cock.”
His cock hit that perfect spot and everything became a blur. My skin sizzled with ecstasy and I cried out Liam's name over and over again. My muscles were already sore after three orgasms.
My body wouldn't be able to take much more.
Chapter Six
Liam pulled all the way out of me and I thought it was all over. But I was dead wrong. He slammed into me, full force, his cock cramming deeper into me.
He pulled out of me again and I tried to catch my breath. The pleasure was too much to handle. He buried his pulsing member all the way in.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “I'm going to come now. Are you ready for my cum, baby?”
“Finish inside me, I want your cum deep in me!”
Liam's body stiffened and jerked as he found his release, unloading a tidal wave of cum inside me. He crawled off me when he was finished and I couldn't even move anymore. My arms felt numb above my head but I didn't have the energy anymore.
Liam lay next to me with the most satisfying grin on his face
“Real proud of yourself? Aren't you?” I asked, putting my head on his chest.
“That was better than I ever could have imagined. You were so tight and I could feel you squeezing me every time you came. I don't think I ever come so much before.”
He was right about that. My pussy couldn't keep it all in. His cum flowed out of me and the sheets soaked it up.
Liam grabbed a remote next to the bed and pointed it at a painting. The screen changed from a scenery painting to a television channel.
“Neat trick,” I said.
“You ain't seen nothing yet,” he said. What did he have up his sleeve?
Liam hit some buttons on the remote and something familiar came on. It was my first appearance on Port Hawthorne.
My entire body turned red. “How the hell did you even get this?”
“I have my ways,” he said.
I closed my eyes. “It's so embarrassing and I'm so bad.”
“I don't think you're bad. The lines are bad but you actually deliver them well.”
“Thank you for the compliment but you're still a son of a bitch.”
Liam attacked me under the arms, tickling me until I cried surrender over and over again. When the dust settled, his cock was standing at attention. “Looks like somebody is ready for me again.”
We never left that bed ever again...
The End
Story Thirteen
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Description
Krista has no idea what the man of the house has waiting for her. She's seen big men before but nothing like this.
Tristan is one-of-a-kind. So gigantic that Krista will never forget what happens on the grass that day in the middle of a football stadium.
Chapter One
I walked out onto the football field in the blistering heat. My high heels sank into the soft green grass. The team was just about to begin their practice, the men huddling around my stepdad, Tristan.
My stepdad clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. “Okay guys, we have a tough road ahead of us this season. Nobody is going to give us a win for free. Hard work is the only way to the top. I want every one of you to give me a 100% at all times. Put your hands in and we yell win on three.”
The players put their hands in the circle and I watched from the outside. “1, 2, 3, WIN!” Everyone pushed their hands down and the huddle broke up.
Tristan saw me and his face lit up. It had been a few months since I saw him the day I graduated from college. I had stayed up at school hoping that I would find a job. After a summer of searching, Tristan offered me a position as an assistant.
“One more thing,” Tristan screamed. The football players turned their head backs to him. “I want to introduce Krista. She's going to be an assistant this year straight out of college. I want everyone here to make her feel welcome.”
I could feel their eyes scanning my figure, their pants beginning to tighten. I bet they were thinking just how they could make me feel more welcome. I didn't mind the constant staring. I had learned how to deal with big football players before. They were so cocky and thought that they could get anything they wanted.
But not me.
They'd learn that soon enough.
Tristan and I left the field together while the players started their drills. Tristan put his arm around my shoulder and brought me in close to him. “It's so good to see you, Krista. Did you get everything moved into your apartment.”
I smiled up at him. I always felt so safe when I was around him. Nothing could ever go wrong. “Yeah it wasn't too bad. I haven't started unpacking yet.”
“I'm sorry I couldn't be there to help,” Tristan replied.
“It's fine. I know you were busy.”
Tristan had been a head coach for only three years but before that he played professional football for seven years. He had a pretty successful career and that made him able to start coaching right away.
It meant that he didn't always have time for me but I knew the sacrifices he had to make. He would always be there for me if I truly needed him.
“You always understood what it took to win,” he said.
“And I'm going to do whatever it takes to help the team win this year.”
He rubbed his knuckles on my head and messed up my hair. “Let's go to my office and you can help me plan for the first game of the season.”
I didn't plan on doing anything in football. I had gone to college and studied psychology. I wasn't sure where that was going to take me but football would've been the last thing on my list.
We walked into Tristan's office located two levels up in the small practice stadium. It wasn't very big but it had a perfect view of the practice field right on the fifty-yard line.
Memorabilia of Tristan as a player hung on the walls. Jerseys, newspaper clippings, and helmets were just some of the things he kept over the years.
Tristan sat behind a big oak desk and I sat in a big comfy chair in front of him. “So helping you plan is going to be my role here
? You never really stated what my duties were going to be here,” I said.
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