And that made Tucker stop for a moment, looking deep in my eyes as he paused.
“You think I’m like your ex?” he rumbled casually, too casual.
“No of course not!” I sighed. Geez, he could be so clueless sometimes. “I wouldn’t be with you, would never have moved my stuff in if you were like Gary,” I said softly. “But once burned, twice shy, I always buy insurance now.”
And Tucker just shook his head, looking at me contemplatively, taking in my face, my breasts, my narrow waist.
“Little girl,” he said harshly. “I would never do that to you, I’d never treat you the way Gary did,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “In fact, I’ll fuck up anyone who hurts you, you know that.”
And I reflected on his words for a moment.
“I know Tucker, but if you were the one who hurt me, would you pay the price, go through hell to get me back, show you’re sorry?”
And the big man nodded.
“That’s a good question,” he said seriously. “And I understand why you’re asking, you’ve been through hell and back,” he paused for a moment. “But the answer is yes, absolutely yes, I’d walk through coals if I hurt you, I’d never forgive myself. The problem is internal, honey,” he said gently. “You’re amazing but your self-confidence is wrecked because of what happened with Gary,” he spat the name.
I pondered for a moment.
“You think so?” I asked slowly. “You think that I’ve lost perspective on life because of what I’ve been through? That I’m settling for less?”
And the big man growled then.
“Well, I don’t know if you’re settling, you’re with me after all,” he said with a sly grin, always confident and assured. “I mean, would you say that you’re settling now?” he asked roughly, grinding his hips against my butt cheeks. And I sighed again, feeling his big shaft move even deeper up my ass, the tip reaching up my GI tract, making me feel good, unable to reply.
And Tucker just chuckled, sensing my paralysis.
“See honey? You have to understand, you’re vulnerable,” he continued as I panted. “You’re amazing baby, and don’t let that fuckwad ex of yours make you think otherwise. If I hurt you, I’d be the first one to kick my own ass.”
And he was so genuine, the emotion so strong in his eyes that I forced myself back to reality, taking his face between my palms, cupping that strong jaw.
“I know, Tucker, I know,” I murmured against his lips. “And that’s why I want to do something special for you.”
I kissed him deeply, once, twice, feeling his dick twitch in my ass, come back to life and moaned breathily into his mouth before shifting my hips back, pulling back my pelvis so that his cock slid out. Oh fuck, it looked good, the hot pink man meat slightly chafed from my dryness, slicks of white cum on the side.
And reaching over to my nightstand, I picked up the bottle of wine we’d been sharing. We’d had a luxurious dinner and brought the wine upstairs to savor in bed before getting naked, the ultimate in decadence, lying between the satin sheets while swilling a full-bodied, rich Cabernet.
“This was an expensive bottle honey, thank you for getting it for us,” I purred, looking up at him between my lashes.
He kissed me then, our lips locking, his tongue flickering deep into my mouth, the remnants of the cab still there, tangy notes of red grape mixed with hints of citrus.
“You like?” he growled. “I picked it up at that new place down the street, you know the one that has about a million selections, it’s a fucking cellar.”
And I giggled then because that was perfect.
“Oh good,” I purred. “A good selection is important because look honey, look what I’m doing, this is all for you.”
And Tucker’s eyes were rapt as he stared at me. With a slow, languorous slide of my tongue, I licked the bottleneck suggestively, like I was hungry and it was a huge dick to be consumed. I swirled my tongue around the green glass, leaving moist slicks of saliva, and once it was lubed and ready, I guided the green bottle down my body until the head pointed at my pussy.
“Fuck me with it, big boy?” I invited. “Push it into my cunt?”
And Tucker was only too happy to oblige. His big hands seized the wine bottle, gripping it tight as I hoisted one leg over his shoulder to spread myself wider, give him better access.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” he rumbled, staring at my pussy hungrily, licking his lips as if anticipating the taste, and with a quick flick of his wrist, the bottle was in.
“Ohhh fuuck,” I moaned gutturally, the cool glass going hard up my swollen walls. The neck was dick-sized but otherwise the sensation was completely different, the makeshift penis cool and smooth with no ridges, no hotly beating veins. But still it filled me and felt fucking good in my vag, I started juicing relentlessly.
“Yeah fuck me,” I whispered, “Do it, do it.”
And Tucker started pounding me with the wine bottle then, shoving it in deep before withdrawing, smears of fluid coating the deep green glass, the elegant swan neck of the bottle turning a milky white.
“Fuck,” he grunted, never taking his eyes from my trashed cunt. “This is what I love about you, you’re such a fucking slut.”
And I threw my head back and screamed, the admission didn’t bother me at all.
“Oh yeah,” I panted between heaves. “I’m your whore, your personal fuckslut.”
And Tucker’s eyes flamed with fire then, my words so incendiary, so hot that it only goaded him into action. Without losing a beat, the big man pulled the bottle out of my pussy and with the next thrust, shoved it into my ass.
“Oh fuck!” I shrieked. “Oh fuck fuck fuck!” Because although he’d just been up there, I wasn’t prepared at all and the invasion took me by surprise, chills running up and down my spine as my pussy and ass tingled and clenched, both holes clamping down with pleasure. “Oh fuck!”
But Tucker was a man with a mission and he wasn’t letting up. He swung his arm vigorously, impaling me again and again on the bottle, forcing it deep up my rectum, going so far I was sure it was going to pop out of my throat.
I screamed and shrieked, trembling and shaking until I couldn’t take it anymore. The incredible sensations coursing through my cunt, the violation of my ass, how it was so stretched, so pummeled, was overwhelming and I creamed like an overflowing geyser, the white spilling out of my cunt and running all over his hand as he fucked me below.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, throwing my head back, my body open to his gaze, his touch. “Ohhhh!”
“That’s right baby girl,” he panted, still going at it hard in my ass. “That’s how my little butt slut takes it.”
And I came again at the dirty words, the tremors shaking me from head to toe, electric sparks coursing from my clit to my nips, my swollen folds snapping and clenching with desire.
“Ohhh,” I moaned again. “Tucker, Tucker, fuuuuck.”
The big man watched, a sly smile on his face even as he slowly eased off, stilling his movements, eating up the sight of my pink pussy coming down from heaven, short jolts, small twitches taking over from the tremendous waves.
“Fuck, I love seeing you come,” he growled, reaching a finger to my hole and scooping up some of that white before bringing it to his mouth. “You taste good, baby girl,” he ground out, sampling my cunt juice.
And I took it one step further.
“Oh really? I taste good?” I said slyly. “Hand me the bottle.”
And he passed it over, hand shaking, sensing what I was about to do. Because yeah, I was with the man I adored and nothing could stop me, nothing could hold me back. Opening my pink pucker seductively, I slipped the bottle between my lips, tasting my own musky ass scent.
“Oh mmm,” I murmured. “Oh mmm.” The ass to mouth was incredible, I loved sampling my own butthole, getting a whiff of what Tucker ate every night. And true to form, the big man wasn’t missing out today. He slapped my butt, making it sting, before worming a fing
er to my anus and slipping it in, stirring it a bit, making sure it got good and nasty up there. Then without missing a beat, he popped it out and brought it to his lips.
“Baby girl, there isn’t a part of you that doesn’t taste good,” he rumbled. “And we’re starting over at square one now.”
I sighed then, my body going limp. I’d just been fucked in the pussy and ass with a wine bottle, my lover eating my musky butt scent. And he wanted to start over? That meant the horizontal games had only just begun, and I was in for another hard loving tonight.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tucker
Laurie’s amazing, so down-to-earth and genuine, without a mean bone in her body. I know I’ve said it before, said it a million times, but this girl is the real thing. She’s curvy, giving and generous, which is especially touching because she doesn’t exactly make much working in City government. Yep, she’s a civil servant and I haven’t seen her paystub, but this new administration isn’t exactly known for its generosity to employees.
And I like it because she’s refreshing, so different. These last few months have me staying in every night, eating dinner with the brunette, relaxing, lounging, talking about our day before heading to bed and drilling that sweet pussy over and over again. It’s a complete change from my previous life as a man about town, banging a different cunt every night, coming into work in the mornings with my dick wet from a strange woman’s cream. All the mindless fucks took their toll and I used to be pretty cranky, a fucking asshole to everyone around me. But now my attitude at NYC Concierge has improved, and a lot of folks have noticed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” growled my cousin, eyeing me one morning. I’d been whistling slightly while staring at some spreadsheets, relaxed, lounging back in my chair. We have an open office plan so there are no walls, everyone sits in the common area, including me.
I shrugged my shoulders, Hunter was always up in my business. It was his job, I’d hired a family member as COO to keep me in line, speak truth to power, but still, even I admit the change in my personality was a one eighty.
“Nothing,” I said casually. “Why?”
Hunter just eyed me suspiciously.
“It’s ten a.m. and I haven’t seen you take a drink yet,” he growled. “And yet you seem okay, you’re not a raging lunatic punching walls.”
I guffawed then. Yeah, sometimes I’m intense, really intense because I ask so much of myself, and I want everyone to give a hundred and fifty percent. Shit, I worked so hard for my baby and it killed me that NYC Concierge was a “job” to some people, nothing more than I paycheck. I try not to hire those folks, they don’t have the dream, the vision to get the company off the ground.
But Hunter was right. Everything about me had changed, I’d skipped my morning drink more by accident than anything else. Because with Laurie, there was no need for the alcohol, no need for the extra push. Instead, I got my push from her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock in the grey light of dawn, her pulsing snatch milking me, draining me of my jism so that I could focus during the day, my body sated yet humming, ready to go. I swear, it was the best drug, an adrenaline shot that lasted and lasted until I got home, ready for another dose of that curvy body.
But Hunter had no idea and I wasn’t about to explain.
“People change,” I said carelessly, flipping open my laptop.
My cousin snorted then.
“Fuck that, I’ve known you your whole life,” he scoffed. “You’ve never been like this before.”
And I just looked at him coolly, casually.
“Where are last week’s numbers?” I said, my voice neutral, indicating the subject was closed.
And Hunter, hearing the alpha in my voice, jumped up and began riffling through some papers, back to business. Because I’m the boss, I’m the top dog, and it’s as simple as that. I’m the unchallenged leader at this start-up and it’s the force of my personality that drives this place, provides the mojo to keep going. Within seconds, I had my cousin in the hot seat, peppering him with questions as I studied the spreadsheet, noting tiny details, nothing too insignificant to escape my eye.
But Hunter’s observations had hit the bull’s eye. Because I have changed in the last couple months. This time with Laurie, buried in her beautiful body, making love to her day and night, chatting with her, learning of her hopes and dreams, has changed me. She’s touched something deep inside, something that’s never been touched before and it’s fucking scary to be honest. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, more open to a woman’s ideas, to her suggestions, to her heart, her mind, and it’s a whole new way of life.
Plus there’s the fact that the brunette is completely different from other women. Most bitches, when they realize that I’m an internet billionaire, start creaming immediately in their panties, their eyes going soft with “oohs” and “ahhs,” big dollar signs flipping in their eyes.
But I wasn’t having any of it, fuck no. These bitches are conniving golddiggers through and through, not one of them was genuine, it was all about the cash, although they begged to differ.
“No Tucker, it’s your big dick,” they’d moan, my cock stuffed into their mouths.
“No Tucker, it’s your massive balls,” they’d pant, licking one, then the other, leaving a trail of saliva on my testicles.
But fuck that, it wasn’t my anatomy, wasn’t my sculpted bod or scintillating personality, I wasn’t under any illusions. It was the dollar signs, the life I could offer them, ensconced in the lap of luxury without lifting a finger.
So to stumble upon Laurie, shit, to meet the brunette on a humdrum delivery run, was a stroke of good luck, probably the best thing that had ever happened to me. The brunette was so humble, so direct, so real, and she didn’t care about money at all. I’d given her my credit card and the only thing she’d bought was some white cotton panties from the drugstore, the kind that’s five bucks for a three-pack.
“Honey,” I said, trailing my hand along the edge of the fabric, letting my finger wander into that crevice between her thigh and pussy, stroking the soft flesh. “You know I want you to buy yourself something fancy, something nice. I mean, this underwear is great, don’t get me wrong, you look good in everything, but there’s no need to hold back. Spend my money, baby, buy something expensive for yourself,” I rumbled persuasively.
The brunette sighed, tossing her head back, angling her hips so that my finger was right at her wet hole, the thin cotton soaked through already. I groaned deep in my throat, the unmistakable smell of her wet snatch so pungent and aromatic that my dick, which had been at full mast already, punched out even more, big, dangerous, ready to do damage.
But Laurie wasn’t going to take advantage of my generosity, she thought I was a humble delivery man and nothing more.
“Oh Tucker,” she sighed, twisting sensuously on the duvet, her hole pressing down on my finger, begging it to make entrance, begging me to push in and stroke her. “These panties are just fine. Look,” she breathed, reaching one hand down and flipping the crotch inside out. “Look how wet I am for you.”
And I choked deep in my throat. Because the white cotton was serving its dual purposes. It kept her hygienic, clean, all that good stuff, but it was also perfect for sopping up her juices until the fabric was soaked, until a thin white crust of nectar formed, flaking off for my enjoyment later. I loved sniffing her panties, running them up and down my pole, even lapping at the white stuff. Fuck, I’m a dirty guy but I’ve never pretended otherwise, my mind’s in the gutter 24/7.
And fuck that pussy was bare to me now and there no way I could stay out, the pink lips swollen and glistening under the low light, a slow trickle of cream swelling and trickling down her butt.
“Fuck baby,” I groaned, reaching a finger down to dip between her ass cheeks, sampling the ambrosia. Oh shit, Laurie was warm and sweaty between those creamy orbs, and I held my hand up to my nose, sniffing her butt sweat before licking my finger. “Fuck baby, you taste good.”<
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And giggling, she wiggled her ass a little, spreading her legs wider, shifting her hips while beckoning to me with half-lidded eyes. My depraved ways didn’t freak her out, had never turned her off, fuck, this was the girl for me for sure.
“Come and get it then,” she purred. “Come sample my kitty.”
And I was all over it like a dog in heat. That night, I trashed her cunt once more, running my dick in and out with no mercy, shredding those sweet vaginal walls before plundering her rectum, forcing my pole up her tiny anus.
“Ohhhh fuck,” I groaned, holding her tight as my penis let lose, spurts of cream running up her anal canal, showering her insides with my virile white. “Fuuuuuck,” I ground out again.
And it was good for the brunette too, she screamed before biting deep into my shoulder, her teeth leaving a half-moon imprint, her ass clamping and clenching around my cock, milking my balls until they were drained dry.
“Ohhh Tucker,” she moaned, her head lolling on her neck, big tits pressed into my chest. “Ohhh.”
And that’s how it is every day. I love hearing my name on Laurie’s lips when she comes, it binds her deeper to me, makes my dick jump harder, spurt more, giving up everything to my beautiful brunette, body, mind, and soul. Because in a few short months, that’s what’s happened. This woman owns me, I jump whenever she beckons, I do whatever she wants, hurt when she hurts, and fuck, but I’m a goner. Tucker McGrath is completely under the spell of Laurie Holmes, and it feels absolutely right.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Laurie
I was with Tanya at lunch during work, sitting at a café around the corner from our building. The café was nondescript, filled with people like us, government employees escaping from their cubes for a quick meal in the New York sunshine, light sparkling off the sidewalks, cars speeding by spewing us with fumes as we ate our pasta.
But still, a sunny, relatively warm day is rare for New York City in the fall and it seemed like everyone was here this afternoon, eager to get out of the fluorescent lighting and drab work setting. So Tanya chewed slowly, trying to avoid going back to work for as long as possible.
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