by J. J. Bella
Peter rose back up to full standing height as she stepped out of the heap of dress at her feet, preparing to reach down and undo her heels.
“No,” said Peter, a sexual, playful look in his blue eyes. “Leave them on.”
Molly’s mouth spread into a sly smile, and she obliged. She wasn’t normally the heels-type, but the way they inspired such lust in Peter made her want to leave them on and never even think about taking them off.
Taking her by her slim, but curvy, hips, Peter lifted Molly, hosting her from the ground with the effortlessness that his amazing muscles afforded and moved her back onto the desk behind him, her back against the wall. He kissed her again, moving down, down, her body, over the neck, then to her breasts once again, then over her pale, flat stomach, then to the subtle protrusions of her hip bones. Slipping his fingers under her thong he pulled it down along her legs, a smile crossing her face as he rendered her completely nude- aside from her high-heels, that is. Molly slipped her fingers into Peter’s hair, loving the way it felt against her skin. He kissed her closer and closer to her sex, moving towards her slowly enough that Molly felt the anticipation well within like a flood building behind a levy.
He started by licking her lips gently, a sharp breath filling her lungs as she felt him upon her. Then, after moments of licking and kissing her in this way, he spread her open, moving his touch directly where she wanted it. He began with slow, dragging lick of his tongue over her pussy, applying just the right amount of pressure exactly where she wanted it. He licked her like this for a time, his pace gradually increasing. Molly began to moan, her hands still deep within the thicket of his hair, now finding herself pressing his head against her sex, imploring him to lick her faster and harder. And he was happy to comply.
Peter continued to pleasure her, now slipping a finger inside of her, another gasp slipping into her chest as he penetrated her, pleasure coursing through her body. He moved his finger in and out of her as he licked her, the tandem movements causing ecstasy to build and build in her. She had never had a man please her like this before, and looking down past her breasts at him between her legs, Molly felt an orgasm coming towards her like a great wave about to crash onto the shore. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the wall, and just when she felt the pleasure couldn’t build any more, her orgasm came, rushing through her body, her moans and gasps filling the hair as he continued to lick her, her hands now pressing his face against her sex hard as unimaginable pleasure pulsed through her.
As the orgasm faded, she pushed Peter away, and he rose to his feet, his mouth slick with her.
Molly took a moment to catch her breath before her eyes turned back to Peter, the sight of his half-naked body making her want him to penetrate her with more than just his finger.
She stood from the desk and walked towards him with the slinky sort of steps that only heels allow. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looked sensually into his eyes, and planted a deep, full kiss on his lips, her tongue darting out and over his own. Then, mirroring his movements, she moved down his body, kissing along his neck, then his collarbone, then over his firm, hard, smooth pecs. As she moved over his perfectly toned stomach a chill of arousal ran through her body; she’d never seen a man who looked like this before.
Molly looked up at him with a sensual smile and naughty eyes as she undid his belt and worked his pants open. Tugging them down, she was presented with a massive bulge behind a pair of skin-tight, black boxer briefs that hugged his quads and ass in a sublime fashion.
Then, she reached into his boxer-briefs, her eyes going wide as she wrapped her fingers around his manhood; it was big, much bigger than she was expecting. Pulling it free, she gasped as his cock was freed from his briefs.
It was easily the biggest she’d seen in her life, thick and long. She gazed at it for a moment, wondering just how that was going to fit in her mouth. But, determined to give it an enthusiastic try, she set to it. Placing one hand on his firm, round ass, she kissed Peter’s cock, a low moan escaping his mouth as her lips pressed against his prick. Her hand still wrapped around his shaft, she started with quick, soft kisses upon his head, preparing her mouth to take in his length. Molly darted her tongue out, lashing the ridge of his head, giving him a taste of the pleasure to come- not to mention, giving herself a taste, as well.
After teasing him just a little while longer with strokes, kisses, and licks, she opened her mouth, bringing his head into her. The musky taste of his cock filled her mouth, and she knew right then that it was a flavor that she’d have a hard time getting tired of. She let the head of his prick rest against her tongue for a moment, letting him take in the feeling of her warm, wet mouth. Then, forming a tight seal with her lips, she moved her mouth along his cock, bobbing up and down, taking a little more and a little more into her with each journey down his length. She looked up at him with sensual eyes, letting him enjoy the sight of her mouth full of his cock. Molly continued to suck him, Peter’s hand slipping into her hair and wrapping it around his grip as she worked.
Just as she reached the point where she was able to take in the many, many inches of his prick, Peter pulled her up, his cock leaving her mouth with a soft pop. Wiping away a trace of saliva from her full, red lips, she looked up at Peter expectantly, ready for him to do with her what he would.
He placed his hands back on her hips, and with a rough toss, moved her to the bed, her legs dangling off of the side of the enormous mattress, the luxury sheets heavenly soft against her bare skin. Peter approached her, stepping between her spread legs. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him, his hard prick tantalizingly close to her sex.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
Molly knew that this wasn’t a request, despite how it might’ve been worded: it was a demand.
“I want…you to fuck me,” she said, her voice breathy as she looked upon him standing before her, his nude body glorious.
He jerked her closer, his cock now only inches from her.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he said, his voice something between a growl and a purr.
“Mmm, hard,” she moaned, the words escaping her lip. “So hard.”
Before she could react, he obliged. He with a deep thrust, he slid his cock into her, Molly letting out a pleasured shriek as he buried himself into her. She was shocked that she was so easily able to accommodate him, all of his inches driving deep into her. But any concerns such as these were replaced by an overwhelming feeling of pleasure that rushed through her body as he stood before her, his inside of her fully to the hilt. She knew, looking down her body at the sight of his cock inside of her that another orgasm wasn’t far off.
Then, he moved in and out of her, slowly at first, as though he were allowed her to accustom herself to having a cock as big as his inside of her; she knew she couldn’t be the first girl who looked upon his prick, wondering just how she was going to fit all of that in her.
His thrusting pace picked up quickly, however, and holding her legs up, he began to fuck her harder and harder, his pace moving from mere thrusts to a full, deep pounding. Molly looked down her body, watching her breasts quake with each collision of his hips against her, watching his muscles tense and release, watching his face tighten into an expression of uncontainable pleasure. And as he pounded her, his pace rhythmic and unrelenting, she felt the orgasm that was just a trace moments ago build into something that she couldn’t ignore. Her moans filled the air, their intensity bordering on screams.
Then, another orgasm tore through her body, this one so intense that it made her previous one feel like a simple prelude. Her eyes winced shut, the orgasm ripped through her, her body feeling like jelly, soft and pliable. Molly let out long, unbridled moans as she came, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.
And as she came, so did Peter, his orgasm announced with deep-throated grunt and a pace of slow, full thrusts into her. As her orgasm rocked her body, Molly took sweet pleasure at the thought o
f Peter cumming, unloading and emptying himself into her, filling her with his seed. It was a thought to her that was hot beyond compare.
Peter’s pace slowed as Molly’s orgasm faded, her moans and screams shifting into deep, full breaths. Then, Peter slid his cock out of her as he regained his own composure. Molly opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon Peter’s perfect, sweet-sheened body. Stepping out from between her legs, Peter collapsed at her side, spent and exhausted.
“That was…incredible,” said Molly, her eyes on Peter’s handsome profile.
“My thoughts exactly,” he said, turning his gaze to hers, the evening moonlight streaming in through the window, their bodies gradually becoming intertwined, eventually falling asleep in one another’s arms.
11
Molly awoke to the shrill sound of her alarm, the insistent noise muffled by the purse it was buried within. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was; the bedroom unfamiliar. But as soon as she noticed Peter sleeping softly next to her, awareness of the previous night came flooding back.
Leaping out of bed, she fumbled in her phone for her purse and turned the alarm off, careful not to wake Peter. Looking at the cracked face of her phone, she saw that it was early, and time to get Winnie ready for her day’s activities.
Taking one last look at Peter’s beautiful body, the thin, white sheet draped over his lower half perfectly outlining his cock, she stepped out of the room. She’d like nothing more than to rouse Peter and see if he was ready for another round, but she knew that duty was calling.
As soon as she shut the door behind her, the dress wrapped around her body, the rest of her belongings in her hand, the reality that she had slept with her boss came roaring into her thoughts, followed by a sick feeling of anxiety, as though she had done something she really ought to have not done. Rushing up the stairs and into her room, she couldn’t figure out if she was just being neurotic, or if sleeping with Peter really had been a bad idea. Closing the bedroom door behind her, she put the question out of her mind as best she could.
After showering and getting ready, Molly went downstairs to check on Winnie, knocking softly at her door.
“Come in!” called out the chipper voice from within.
Molly opened the door to see Winnie already dressed and ready to go.
“Wow,” said Molly, genuinely impressed. “Someone’s being a big girl today.”
“Mr. Claude taught me how to get my clothes ready the night before; he said that I way I have more time to play in the morning. And I already took a bath last night, so I have even more time!”
Molly was still getting used to this bright, sunny Winnie, who was a sharp contrast to the sullen girl that she’d known that first couple of days. But it was a welcome change; she was happy to see this wonderful little girl open up and act more like a typical, carefree six-year-old.
“OK,” said Molly, smiling at the happy girl in front of her. “It’s about time to get ready. I’ll make some breakfast; meet me downstairs in ten minutes, OK?”
“OK!” said Winnie, a happy smile on her face as she sat surrounded by her dolls.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Molly headed downstairs. Seeing that she didn’t have a ton of time, she threw together a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, Winnie arriving just when she was expected to.
The two sat down and ate their meals, Winnie talking about the lessons of the day ahead with excited tones. And just as they finished, Karl arrived, ready to take them. Finishing up, they put away their plates and headed outside.
The sun was bright and the sky was clear; Molly was pleased to see that it was another beautiful California morning. Karl drove them to the first appointment of the day, and she could tell by his knowing smile that he had noticed the improvement in Winnie’s behavior.
Karl dropped the two off at the tennis lesson, and Molly saw her to her coach. The next hour free, Molly decided to head to her usual coffee shop to kill the time. Taking her latte from the barista, she sat down at a free table and pulled her laptop out of her bag. She knew that she should be putting in a little work on Peter’s living room assignment, but before she did, she decided to check out her usual gossip sites.
Scanning through them while she sipped her latte, Molly paid them the usual half attention. But one picture caught her eye: it was a couple standing on a roof, their arms wrapped around one another in a passionate embrace, their lips locked. And the blue dress that the woman was wearing looked very familiar.
Then, to her horror, Molly realized why: the couple was her and Peter.
BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY AND UNKNOWN WOMAN CAUGHT IN STEAMY EMBRACE, the headline read.
Her hand shaking, Molly clicked the headline. She read the article with wide eyes, learning that, thankfully, there wasn’t anything written within that was anything more than speculation. But it did say that everyone wanted to know just who this mysterious young woman was with Peter Randall, who the article described as one of Silicon Valley’s hottest bachelors.
She finished her coffee, trying to put the article out of her mind as best she could. She picked up Winnie from tennis and brought her to her next lesson, then back to the house after that. Spotting Peter’s Porsche parked out front, Molly decided to speak with him about this issue.
Walking into the house, Winnie ran towards Peter who was in the kitchen preparing some coffee.
“Hey,” said Molly, walking in behind Winnie.
“Hey,” said Peter, giving her a warm smile.
But before they could talk, Winnie went into a long recounting of her day so far, no detail spared. When she finished, Peter started off towards his office. But Molly was determined to talk to him about what she saw on the web page.
“Um, have you been online today?” she asked.
Peter looked away for a moment. “Yes, why?”
“I just saw some stuff on there, about, um-“
But before she could finish, Peter raised a palm. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it, whatever you saw. Now, I really need to get back to work.”
With that, he left the kitchen, leaving Molly alone with the worried thoughts that were now racing through her mind.
12
The rest of the day flew by, and before Molly knew it, it was almost time to start winding down for the night. She’d had a busy day with Winnie, whose boundless energy stayed high throughout the entire day. By the time she got Winnie into bed at around nine, Molly felt ready to collapse.
Heading into the kitchen, Molly decided to treat herself to a tall glass of wine. She popped open one of the many bottles in the stainless-steel rack that was built into the kitchen wall, poured a glass, and went out onto the back deck to enjoy the cool, pleasant evening.
Molly sipped her wine, her eyes on the orange and white city lights visible from her vantage point. About halfway through her drink, the buzz starting to take hold, she heard the soft wooshing of the deck door opening. Turning, her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was Peter.
Does he want to talk about…last night? thought Molly as he took a seat next to her.
“Hey,” he said, a glass of wine in his hand.
“Hey,” said Molly, unsure of how to act.
Should I be flirty? Coy? Blasé? she wondered, looking at Peter out of the corner of her eye.
They sat in silence for a moment, and Molly could feel the tension building between them. Part of her wanted to be bold and forward by reaching over and placing her hand on his crotch, letting him know in the clearest terms possible what she wanted. But another part of her wanted to be demure, letting him chase her, showing her that he really wanted her.
But before she could tease out her options further, Peter spoke.
“Do you have any plans for tomorrow evening?” he asked.
“No…” said Molly, figuring he was asking her out on a date, her mind already swimming possibilities of what he might have in mind.
“Good. I need you to come with me tomorrow to a meeting with the
potential investor tomorrow night.”
Molly’s heart sank in disappointment.
“This is an important evening; it’s the man that I’m trying to convince that I’m a family man; the big investor,” he said, taking a sip of his wine.
Molly said nothing.
“And I wanted to flesh out the story,” he said. “And here’s what I’m thinking: You and I met about six months ago at a coffee shop in the Mission. You were reading a favorite book of mine…let’s say Anna Karenina, if they ask, and I stopped to talk to you about it. We ended up chatting for hours, followed by us having dinner at Lucian’s- that’s the place we went to last night, by the way.”
The words “last night” rang in Molly’s ears as she began to realize that this is all of that subject that he was looking to discuss.
“That sound good to you?” he asked, turning to look at her.
“Yeah, sounds fine,” said Molly, her voice dispassionate.
“Great,” he said finishing his glass and standing up. “I need to get to bed. Go ahead and pick out something nice from the dressing room- anything you want. See you tomorrow night.”
And with that, he left, leaving Molly alone.
She felt cold, her limbs numb. Her stomach was sick. Molly knew that he didn’t make any promises last night, that for all she knew he was just adding her to the list of women that he’d seduced and tossed away. But something about their evening led her to believe that it was more than that. Either way, she was not expecting him to drop in, confirm some plans for tomorrow, and leave without saying a single word about last night.
Molly felt betrayed. She looked at the glass of wine in her hand, the dark red liquid now seeming disgusting to her. Marching back into the house, she tossed the rest of the wine down the drain and put the glass into the sink.
