by Betsy Locke
He pulled out and then slammed into me, sending my body forward into the couch cushion. It was hard to keep my balance. Grant grabbed my arms and pulled them behind as he fucked me hard. He gathered my wrists at the small of my back and locked them in place with one hand.
His other hand gathered my hair in his fist and he snapped my neck backwards. Grant was holding me up completely now as he pounded into me over again.
“I'm going to come!” I screamed.
My entire body was on fire with ecstasy as I found my release. My pussy squeezed around his cock as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. His grip on my hair tightened.
Grant's hips crashed against me, burying his cock so far into me. My ass was turning red and raw from the intense fucking. He had to be close now. He wouldn't be able to last much longer.
“Come inside me, Grant!”
“Fuck. Fuck.” Grant exploded within me, fucking me rough. He filled me up completely with his warm fluids.
We both collapsed onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and sweat. I didn't even bother trying to stop Grant's cum flowing out of me. The couch was going to be stained with his seed no matter what I did.
“That was amazing,” I said through a mess of wet hair that covered my face. “Was it good for you?” I asked. I know I didn't need to ask because I could tell he enjoyed it but I don't know if it was as good as he was used to.”
Grant gathered me in his strong arms. I felt so safe there. “That was literally incredible. I don't think I've ever come so hard before. I mean I've had plenty of orgasms before but this time was different. My entire body was quivering.
Grant talking about his orgasm was turning me on all over again. I could come all night if Grant was the one doing the touching.
“I came hard too,” I added. “It felt like a fire storm was spreading over my skin.” It was funny that we were comparing our orgasms. It was like we both just experienced our first time again. I know for him it probably wasn't that long ago. But for me, I barely remember it.
All I remember is Johnny in the back seat of his mustang trying to get the condom on. He took forever to get it on. If that's the strongest memory I have of it, then that night was probably pretty forgettable.
Grant pointed down at his flaccid penis that was growing before our eyes. I couldn't believe he was hard already. “Are you ready to go again?” he asked.
I smiled at him and nodded. I could feel the need again between my legs. Younger men just had so much energy.
Chapter Six
Three Months Later
“Here comes a wave, Autumn. Paddle fast now!”
I kicked my legs and stretched my arms out in front of me as my hands carved through the ocean. I could feel the surfboard catch the wave and that's when I knew to pop up. I put my palms square on the board and set my feet down.
I stood up and almost lost my balance. That had been the hardest part for me. Keeping my balance long enough to stay on the surfboard.
But this time. I did it. I wasn't carving through the wave or anything but I was finally surfing. I could hear Grant cheering for me from behind.
After two weeks with him, I couldn't bare to leave. I had to see where this relationship went. Now we lived together in a small shack off the beach. It wasn't much but it was paradise.
Who knew what the future held?
The End
Story Five
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Description
The man of the house always gets what he wants...
When Madelyn screws up a real estate deal, she'll have to face the wrath from the man she's been obsessed with.
Chapter One
“I need your help, Madelyn,” my stepdad asked, opening the door to my bedroom.
I lay on my bed with a book flipped open. I sat up and fixed my long blonde hair. I didn't want Preston to see me all ugly. “What is it?” I asked, trying not to make eye contact with him.
Every time I looked into his eyes my pulse pounded in my ears and my face turned red. I just couldn't help it.
Preston was the pinnacle of man.
Gorgeous, strong, wealthy, and independent. I could go on and on about how perfect he was. His short dark hair was combed neatly to the side. His face freshly shaven. I couldn't stop the rush of emotions that overwhelmed me whenever he was around.
But I couldn't act on my feelings. It wasn't right.
Preston fixed his black tie in my long mirror. “I have a client that needs to see a property right away.”
Preston was a pretty successful real estate agent. Mostly focusing on million-dollar homes. It was how he could afford the mansion we lived in and paying for my entire college tuition to a prestigious school. With success comes long hours and Preston was away for most of the time. I never got to see him as much as I wanted to.
He continued, “He's pretty much already locked in but he wants to see the home one more time. I would take him myself but I have a married couple who are closing today and I need to be there to have them sign all the paperwork. Can you meet the guy at the house, show him the place, and lock up before you leave?”
I'd never done anything like that before. In fact, I'd never even had a job before. With Preston, I never needed to worry about money. I always got whatever I desired. All I had to focus on was graduating college.
“Are you sure you want me to do it?”
Preston turned to me and smiled. He looked damn good in that charcoal gray suit. “I wouldn't be asking if I knew you couldn't do it. It will be easy.”
“Do I need to know anything about the house?”
“Just that it's perfect for the client. He hesitant about the price. That's all. He has the money though so it shouldn't be a problem.”
“And if he asks me specific questions? I know nothing about real estate.”
“If he asks any questions, just tell him that you're a new associate and you're not sure. He can always email me if he wants to know something.”
“Sounds easy enough. What do I get for doing it?” I asked with a smug look on my face.
Preston thought for a moment. I loved the way he tapped the bottom of his chin with his index finger. “How about dinner at the new Italian restaurant? The one that just opened up next to the Japanese sushi place.”
I'd been wanting to eat there ever since everyone had been talking about the food for weeks. “Deal!” I said without a second of hesitation.
“You need to look professional though. Can you wear that black top with the low v-neck and heels? A short skirt would be good too.”
I nodded. I didn't know that he had noticed me in that top before. I had worn it to get his attention. My big boobs were practically falling out. I thought I had failed but maybe not. Maybe Preston was hiding the same feelings.
“Good. Here's the keys to the place. Just remember to lock up when you leave.”
Preston left me to change and finish getting ready. I pretended I was doing my makeup to impress Preston, making sure every detail was perfect. Once I was dressed and satisfied, I took my white Mercedes that was a gift from my stepdad for graduating high school. The top was down and the wind whipped through my hair. I pulled up to the address that Preston had texted me.
The white mansion had to be at least twice the size of the one I lived in. The yard out front was immaculate with trimmed trees and bushes. There were so many windows that I couldn't wrap my head around how many bedrooms there had to be.
Another car was parked across the street. A black Jaguar of some sorts. I wasn't always good with cars but I knew this one was expensive.
A large man with a bulging belly stepped out of the car. He was balding with tufts of brown hair on the sides of his head. He wore a white suit
that looked like it belonged in the 80s. Gold chains hung from his neck. This had to be the client my stepdad was talking about.
I approached him, my heels clicking on the black pavement. “I'm Madelyn. I'm here to show you the house,” I said, outstretching my hand.
The man looked me up and down, his eyes taking a long time on my heaving chest. “Where is Preston?”
“He had a previous appointment already that was very important. Otherwise he would be here himself. I can show you the place.”
“The name is Gardner,” he said, taking my hand. It was big and sweaty and I immediately regretted offering my hand in the first place.
“Shall we?” I asked.
“Lead the way,” he replied.
I walked up to driveway to house and looked behind me to catch Gardner checking out my ass. Maybe this outfit wasn't the best idea.
Chapter Two
I unlocked the door to what had to be the most expensive house I'd ever seen. A grand staircase led to the second floor and the biggest chandelier hung above us. I had no idea where I should go next. Even if I wanted to go to a specific room, I wouldn't know where it was. You could easily get lost in a place this big.
“I'd like to see the kitchen,” Gardner said.
I stopped in my tracks and looked down two different hallways. The kitchen would probably be down one of them but I didn't know which one. Luckily, Gardner took over and walked down the hallway to the right.
We came to a kitchen that was as big as some small homes. Multiples stoves, fridges and the most expensive white marble counter-tops. I had to try and hide my astonishment. I wanted him to think that I showed people expensive houses like this all day long.
“Do you know what type of wood these cabinets are?” Gardner asked, opening one up and slamming it shut.
I cringed inside. I knew I wouldn't be able to get away with this. “I'm sorry but I'm new here. You can email Preston any questions you might have. He'll have all the answers. If you want my opinion, I think these cabinets are amazing.”
Gardner studied my face for a moment, the gears turning in his mind. He was either going to accept my response or not. “I think they're amazing too.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I followed Gardner around the home and into the backyard. A pool straight from Caesar's Palace was outside complete with Roman columns. Why would anybody need all this?
Gardner turned towards me, his big eyes not able to stop looking at me prominent cleavage. “I'm still not sure about this house,” he said.
I walked around the edge of the pool. “What are you not sure about? It looks absolutely perfect to me.”
Gardner looked out at the view of the countryside. There were green rolling hills as far as the eye could see. “The price for one. I think it might be a little too high for me.”
I remembered what my stepdad had told me. Gardner had plenty of money. I didn't know how much the house was listed for but that didn't matter. “I think the price is fairly low for this type of property. I think you should pounce on this one before it's gone. You don't want to regret this for the rest of your life. You might not ever find a home like this.”
Gardner mulled it over. He scratched his disgusting stomach. “You're probably right, Madelyn. I think I'll take it.” He took a step towards me and put out his hand.
I shook it to seal the deal. Preston was going to be so proud of me when I told him the news. I could already see the giant smile on his face. I couldn't wait.
Gardner pulled my hand and I fell forward and against his body. He grabbed my hair and snapped my head backwards. His lips were on mine in a second. His other hand slipped into my shirt and grabbed my breast.
I was so caught off guard. I didn't know what to do. I'd never been in a situation like this with a powerful man. I instantly reacted, pushing Gardner away and slapping him right across the face with my open palm.
“What the fuck was that for?” he asked, rubbing his red cheek.
“I'm sorry but I'm not interested,” I replied, backing away.
The rage was seething off Gardner. “I thought Preston sent you here to seal the deal. You better be a little more open if you want me to buy this house.”
There was no way I could do anything with this guy. I'd never been with anyone before and I wasn't going to let this fat guy be my first. “I'm nobody's whore! Preston sent me here to show you the place and that's it.”
“Then we don't have a deal then.”
I locked up the house and drove back home with the top up this time. I tried to think of what to tell Preston. I knew he was going to be furious when I told him the news. But I couldn't tell him what Gardner tried to do with me. That would only make him more angry.
I imagined him hunting Gardner down and stomping on his head until it broke like a watermelon. It was a nice fantasy but I had to keep this a secret. I would just have to tell him that it didn't work out.
I made it back home and Preston still wasn't back yet. I sat at the dinner table with my fingers clenched. I was scared of what he was going to do when he found out I royally screwed up this deal. Would he ground me? Take away my car?
I knew one thing for sure. He wasn't going to let me do any real estate stuff anymore. And that was fine with me. I wasn't good at it anyways.
I heard the garage open and I knew that Preston was finally home. I took in a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Everything was going to be all right.
“Sorry I'm late,” he said, walking into the kitchen with his black briefcase. He set it down on the white island. “It took forever to go over every single document and get them to sign it. They thought I was conning them or something. I had to keep reassuring them that this was all normal and they weren't signing their lives away.”
I thought that maybe Preston wouldn't even ask me about Gardner. Maybe I could get away with it. But I knew that I wasn't living in reality. He would find out eventually.
I interrupted him, “I messed up the deal.”
Preston was frozen. “What?”
“He backed out of it,” I said.
I could see the rage flowing through him. He balled his hands into fists. I thought for a moment he was going to take out his frustration on me. “What happened?” he asked.
Chapter Three
I did my best to explain that Gardner thought the price was just too much and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I didn't want to bring up his sexual advances at all even though it would get me off the hook.
“I'm sorry,” I said.
Preston put his finger up for me to shut up. He took out his phone and dialed. He waited for a moment and it went to voicemail. “He's not even taking my calls. You fucked this up big time, Madelyn.”
Preston paced back and forth in the kitchen. “Do you know how much money I was going to get from this deal?”
I didn't know what to say. All I could do was hang my head low and avert his fiery gaze. I just hoped that his punishment wouldn't be too severe.
“I'll do whatever it takes to make up for it,” I replied, finally lifting my head and meeting his eyes.
