But Kane resisted. Big hands circled my waist before dropping down to squeeze my ass cheeks, one finger testing my pussy, making me scream and squeal with delight, even more desperate now.
“That’s it baby,” he ground out, that huge frame poised and hard behind me. “That’s the way to go, because I want my baby to fuck herself onto my dick.”
There it was again. What the hell was he talking about? Confused, I twisted my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“But how Daddy?” I whispered. “How?”
Kane shot me an electric look.
“This is how,” he ground out, holding me still and positioning his cock so that just the tip was at my hole. “Feel that honey? Feel how I’m right there but not in yet? Now push back baby, push back and show me how much you want it.”
Oh god, oh god, my wriggling and desperate little jiggles were right on the money. He liked feeling hungry pussy and he wanted to drive me over the edge, he wanted me to show him just how much I wanted it. Wasn’t the begging and pleading enough? Weren’t my jiggling tits, the river running between my legs proof? But oh god, the alpha has a dirty mind and was intent on getting a show. And biting my lip, I gave it to him, I was so desperate.
So with another wriggle, a quick thrust of my hips backwards, I caught his tip in me and slid back one or two inches, just enough so that I got my first taste of penis. And oh shit but it was amazing, it was a thousand times better than any porn I’d ever seen. No one ever told me I’d feel this full, that having a man’s dick in my pussy would make me feel so whole, so complete.
So moaning again, slowly, I pushed backwards once more, my pussy spreading and parting deliciously, accepting more thick, hot cock within my insides. Oh god, oh god, it was absolutely mind-blowing, Kane felt so good, I could feel the vein on the bottom side of his penis pulsing with me, I could feel hot juices seeping from his tip, his pre-cum now like a steady stream.
“That’s it,” he ground out hoarsely. “Fuck yourself baby, do it, Daddy wants to see. You look so amazing, I love seeing your pussy fucking me.”
And I knew what he had to be looking at. I have a tight vagina, a really petite one, and the couple times I’ve fingered myself, my lips hugged the digits, pulsing around them, gripping like they never want to let go. And Kane had a front-row seat to that now. My sweet flesh was squeezing his thick cock, so small, so tight, stretching to accommodate him, and all I wanted was more of the big man.
So I took matters into my own hands.
“Yes, Daddy,” I mewled once more, taking a deep breath. “Yes, my pussy wants it.” And taking a deep breath, I drove my hips back all the way, screaming as his cock reached up so deep into me I thought it might pop out of my throat. I was literally a pig on a stick, stuck so tight on that huge fuckrod, impaled thoroughly, his balls pressed up against my clit as I screamed again.
Because I’d done it. I’d driven myself down on a man, I wanted Kane so badly that I broke my own hymen, desperate for a taste of his hot meat. The tissue had torn within me with one swift rush, one brief stab of pain, and I stopped now, panting, pussy aching.
“Unnnh!” I wailed, breasts swaying pendulously below my torso, unsure what to do next. “Unnnh, it hurts!”
Kane soothed me, dropping a kiss on my shoulder, running a big hand along the curve of my back gently.
“I know baby,” he ground out. “You fucked yourself onto Daddy’s dick like a good girl, and now Daddy’s gonna reward you. Daddy’s gonna make that little twat feel good, give it a gold medal.”
And with that, slowly, oh so slowly, he withdrew, that huge snake pulling out from my puss. What? This felt all wrong, so my reaction was immediate.
“No!” I shrieked, trying to push back, trying to get it in me again, pain be damned. “No, I want it!”
And Kane chuckled hoarsely behind me, that bronzed body so tight, so hard, ready to take and own.
“I know baby,” he soothed again, “and you’re gonna get it, Daddy’s cock belongs to baby.”
Because with one smooth thrust, he pushed in once more, and it was like colors coming to life, music playing in my head, stars bursting before my eyes. I’d never been so fucked, so thoroughly used, so thoroughly penetrated and I lost it then. I screamed, chin tilted up, eyes squeezed shut as my pussy began to seize.
“Unnh, oh Daddy!” I shrieked. “Oh Daddy, oh Daddy!”
Kane grunted behind me, hips moving in a swift piston action.
“That’s it,” he panted. “Baby likes getting fucked, don’t you?” he asked between deep strokes, drilling my sweet pussy again and again. “Baby’s a fucking whore.”
And that’s when I lost it. I should have been angry, I know, being called a whore but the nasty words just threw me into overdrive. My body exploded in a million directions, juices streaming down my thighs, coating his dick as it thrust again and again, loving the deep penetration, my cunt melting on his fuckrod, squeezing him tight.
“Yes, I’m a whore,” I moaned, burying my face in the pillow now as my nails clawed at the bedsheets. “Yes, I’m your whore, I’m your whore.”
And oh god, but Kane burst then. With a thunderous roar, a growl that could be heard clear out in the hallway, the big man exploded, gripping my hips as his cock pounded me hard again and again, erupting like a volcano gone wild. Hot molten lava shot up my insides, gushing, virile, a stream of the white bubbly coating my vaginal passage and making my pussy jerk even more.
“Unnnh!” I shrieked, voice muffled in the sheets. “Oh yes!”
Because this part of sex I’d never imagined. I’ve fantasized about dick in me, fingers in me, even a man’s mouth on my wildly pulsing pussy, but I never quite got to the part where an alpha ejaculates in my cunt. And it’s one of the best parts, it was beyond my wildest dreams, the dirtiness and nastiness and sensuality all rolled into one. Because I felt Kane’s dick twitch, moving spastically before erupting, and oh god, but waves of semen coursed into me, each blast making me feel a hundred percent woman, a hundred percent wanted, a female goddess built specifically for this man.
And I lost it again, my pussy clenching wildly around him, milking him of every last drop, taking as much as I could, begging for more.
“Yes, yes,” I shrieked to the heavens. “Yes, I’m your cum receptacle, use that pussy, use it hard!”
And Kane erupted on cue, hips driving that piston deep, another hot coat of the good stuff spurting deep inside.
“Aw fuck,” the big man grunted. “Aw fuck, fuck, fuck.”
And with that, we collapsed, his dick still seated deep in my twat, massive form pressing me into the mattress. I should have felt used, I should have felt dirty and disgusting, but all I felt was sated and so desirable. I’d made this man, this huge alpha male lose it, and even now, his sperm was seeping out of my puss, there was so much of it that even with his penis as a plug, the jism was squeezing out between our bodies, coating me with its virility.
“Mmm,” I murmured again. It felt so good to be with him, blanketed by that massive heat, his bulk so reassuring, masculine and warm. “Mmmm.”
The big man grunted, his lips right at my ear.
“Fuck baby girl,” he muttered. “You’re one dirty ho.”
And again, the words should have made me go cold, should have made me curl away with fear, with despair and anger. But instead, all I felt was wanted. Because I was his dirty ho, I belonged to him, every part of me belonged to the billionaire, and we both knew it. So wriggling my hips, I giggled as he jerked once more, that cock shooting a few last drops into my insides.
“I know Daddy,” I murmured dulcetly. “But I’m your cum receptacle. Only yours,” I promised.
And Kane kissed the back of my neck then, his hot breath caressing my skin, making me shiver deliciously.
“That’s right,” he rasped hoarsely into my ear. “This sweet body belongs to Daddy.”
And his words were so right on the money that I couldn’t even deny them. Because this
is what’s happened to me at the Billionaires Club. I’ve entered a new world of sensuality, of need, of sheer ecstasy and physical overload, and all I wanted was Kane. All I wanted was more with the big man, taking whatever he would give, offering myself again and again, for as long as he asked. So I nodded once more, whispering.
“I belong to you.”
And with those words, my fate was sealed. The fire between us burned even brighter this time, Round Two was hotter, more intense, more physical, Kane’s big body taking mine again and again. And the truth? I loved it. This man was mine, for as short or long of a time as he wanted … and his words, his body, his essence, would be branded on me forever.
CHAPTER NINE
Kane
She’s been absolutely amazing despite the fact that I’ve been acting like a caveman. Because Becky’s all sweetness and light, mixed with an incredibly luscious body that has me going four, five, sometimes even six or seven times a day. Oh yeah, I’m drilling that sweet cunt over and over again, no rest for the weary.
Because I really have been behaving like a fucking caveman. The girl’s here as a server, a maid of sorts, a position specifically created to meet Club members’ needs. But still, servers have rights. They have the right to stay in the dorms, to private time and breaks, to eat three square meals a day. We don’t break no labor laws, that’s not how the Club operates.
But all that has gone to shit because I’ve got the beautiful Becky up in my suite 24/7. That’s right, all I do is fuck her again and again in my room, breaking only for meals and showers, letting her get some rest before I start in again. Yeah, the girl was a virgin, but does that bother me? Hell no, I’m a motherfucker and then some, so we went from zero to a hundred in three seconds flat, that sweet brunette became a whore overnight, spreading her legs for me non-stop.
But that’s the thing. Rebecca loves it, she absolutely loves it, holding that pink twat open, beckoning to me, hole pulsing and winking, begging for my dick. And there’s no way she’s faking, the brunette’s wet all the time. Sometimes when we’re eating, I’ll run a finger between her legs just as a test, and fuck yeah, but it comes out coated in goo, her female nectar a steady drip drip drip.
So yeah, we haven’t left my room in a couple days. Everything’s delivered to the door, and all I’ve done is spurted my sperm in her constantly, which led to a very interesting conversation when I found out Becky wasn’t on birth control.
“What the fuck?” I growled, midway through my pizza. Oh yeah, no personal size pie here. I was eating a large on my own, sex makes me a fucking hungry bear.
“I thought you knew,” she nodded slowly, biting delicately into her own slice. “I thought you knew.”
I growled again, slamming my plate down.
“What the fuck?” I raged. “All girls who come to the Club are put on birth control, so what the fuck is this?”
But Becky knows how to handle me. Instead of being intimidated or cowed, instead she just shrugged and bit off another morsel of cheese.
“I dunno,” she said, chewing delicately before swallowing. “But I only had a day to get ready before boarding the flight to Vegas, so it was all last minute.”
I goggled at her then.
“A day?” I asked, disbelieving.
And she nodded, confirming it.
“Yeah, I needed the money,” she said, suddenly shy, looking down at the mattress and not meeting my eyes. “So I said I’d come asap, it would be a rush job.”
I shook my head, nonplussed. Because it wasn’t the brunette’s lack of money that bugged me, it was the lack of preparation. Usually when girls are scoped for the Club, they’ve got to go through a background check that rivals Pentagon screening. Medical tests, psych tests, background checks, heck, probably even their personal credit is evaluated to make sure the female’s ready. And all that shit takes weeks, if not months. So what the hell, how in the world had Becky slipped through the cracks? How in the world had she evaded the hoops and come out the other side?
I sat back, stumped. Because this was day three, and if I wasn’t mistaken, I’d come in that sweet puss about twenty times by now. Oh yeah, as I watched Becky even now, eating pizza cross-legged on the bed, I could see a slight dribble of white leaking from between those pink puffy lips, the evidence of my lust marking that sweet puss. Oh shit, oh shit.
I grabbed the phone immediately.
“Doctor,” I grunted, impatient. And after buzz and a hum, I was put through.
“Prescription birth control,” I ground out. “Have it sent up to my room, now.”
But when I put down the phone, Becky was staring at me, brown eyes questioning.
“I’m sorry,” she said slowly. “But what was that?”
I stared right back at her.
“What do you think it was? You’re getting on birth control asap baby girl, my sperm ain’t no fuckin’ joke. You think you’re not gonna get pregnant? Think again honey, you’re eighteen and fertile, with me you’re gonna be pregnant in no time.”
Becky nodded slowly, putting her pizza down.
“But what was that you just ordered?”
I stared hard at her again.
“What do you think? Hormonal birth control of course.”
And here, she wiped her lips delicately with her napkin.
“Kane, I understand why you did it, but I’m not going on hormonal birth control. This is my body and I can’t do it. I don’t want to,” she said firmly.
I stared at her.
“Are you shitting me?” I drawled. “Are you shitting me?”
But again, my baby isn’t intimidated, not even when I’m playing the big bad bear. She just shook her head again, brown eyes serious.
“I don’t want to,” she said slowly. “It’s messing with your hormones, it’s messing with something that works just fine the way it is,” she said. “And I don’t want to do that. I’ve been healthy my whole life, my body is a gift from Mother Nature, and I’m not willing to subject it to the effects of random chemicals which do god knows what.”
I almost choked then.
“Random chemicals that do god knows what?” I repeated, disbelieving. “What they do is protect you from getting pregnant. Have you been listening baby girl? I’m a virile man and you’re a fertile teenager. That little cunt is ripe, and believe me honey, if you don’t take this stuff, you’re gonna be knocked up in no time.”
The brunette nodded slowly, eyes wide.
“I know Kane, but can’t we do it some other way? There has to be some other way.”
I practically guffawed then, jaw dropping.
“Are you asking me to use condoms?”
She nodded slowly.
“If you want,” the girl replied in a quiet voice.
“If I want?” I parroted dumbly. “Sweetheart, I haven’t used condoms in thirty years. You know what that feels like to a man? It’s like fucking with a sleeping bag on your dick, all that tight, hot, wetness is gone, I might as well chop it off right now.”
Becky nodded slightly.
“I just said if you wanted,” she added, so quiet that I almost couldn’t hear. But I did, and this time her words penetrated the haze of my mind.
“What are you saying?” I asked roughly, voice deep. “What the hell does that mean, ‘if I want’?”
There was a pause and then the brunette lifted her eyes to look at me, those pools so limpid and innocent, a man could drown and die smiling.
“All I’m saying is that you can use condoms if you want,” she added softly. “But you don’t have to.”
The top of my head almost blew off.
“I don’t have to?” I ground out, voice tight. “Are you insane? Don’t they teach you sex ed these days? Or did you miss that part of class?”
Becky shot me a little smile, before lifting those narrow shoulders again in a small shrug, totally unintimidated.
“All I’m saying is that I like feeling you bare in me,” she murmured. “All you, K
ane, and nothing else.”
I was literally struck speechless then.
“You must be shitting me,” I growled in a low voice, unable to believe my ears. “This must be a joke.”
But Becky shot me another swift smile.
“No joke,” she said softly. “I just like it, that’s all. All you, Kane, and nothing else.”
And the pizza, birth control, everything else, flew out of my mind. Because I needed to get into this girl’s sweet hot twat and she was telling me that she wanted my jizz straight, that she liked the hot bubbly deep in her snatch even if it got her pregnant. The teen wanted it, she craved the virile sperm, she wanted all of Kane Caldwell, everything I had to offer.
And like a raging male animal, I took then. I was all over that wet pussy, licking her, pushing my fingers in, niggling her clit before helping her ride my dick once more, breasts bobbling in my face as I fucked her bareback, the girl jouncing in my lap. And shit, but it just keeps happening this way. I keep thinking “condom, condom, condom” but every time the going gets hot, the latex flies from my mind and before I know it, I’m balls deep in that nubile, fertile body, releasing sperm once more, roaring with pleasure as hot gushes of semen fly into her twat.
So yeah, things are fucking out of control. I’m supposed to be in charge, I’m the Club member, hell, I’m twenty-five years Becky’s senior, and yet I’m a whimpering puppy, doing whatever the woman wants, coming at her beck and call, my mind, body and emotions completely ruled by the sweet girl’s demands. And it’s not just the physical because when Becky asked me about money, just as usual, I completely caved. What the hell is wrong with me? This woman has me wrapped around her finger, and I’m like an obedient dog, sitting at her knee begging for more.
So yeah, we’d just finished another hot session, and the teen lay on her side, my dick still buried in that sweet puss from the back. Teasingly I pushed my hips forward again, running the hard length up deep into her vaginal channel, savoring that soft, wet heat.
“Mmm,” she murmured, reaching a hand behind to touch where our bodies joined. Sure enough, it came away sticky with goop and teasingly, she brought it to her mouth and licked the fluids, tasting the combined flavor of me and her. “You’re amazing Kane.”
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