by Abby Angel
Aiming with his thickness, I point it at my face and, not a fraction of a second later, he starts gushing out like a torrent. I open my mouth immediately, allowing his seed to fall over my tongue and, without wasting time, I swallow as soon as I feel my mouth brimming with his juices. But there’s more inside of him, and he keeps on covering me with semen—my face, neck, tits, and stomach… All of it is a white wet mess, and I already feel it dripping down to between my thighs and caressing my folds.
The cum inside of my ass is dripping out of my hole and pooling on the seat, right between my thighs, but I don’t care. I’m not sure on how we’re going to explain the fact that the back of the limo is completely covered in cum, but I can’t really devote any of my brain power to it right now. Oh, no, there are far more important things to think about.
“Fuck… This was fucking amazing,” Mason groans, looking me in the eyes as his cock spasms one last time against my fingers. A final drop of cum falls from his tip, and then it drips down to my fingers.
Painted in white, I lean into him and gently kiss him on the lips. Then, completely exhausted and unable to think straight, I lean back against the seat and close my eyes. I feel myself drifting off, but I take a deep breath and manage to hold on to consciousness.
“I can’t imagine my life without you…” I whisper at Mason, opening my eyes and looking at him with the happiest smile on my face. Sure, it’s a cum-coated smile, but I’d say that makes it even more beautiful.
“Neither can I,” he replies, taking my hand in his and squeezing it softly. “You’re my everything, baby girl… I will protect you, I'll love you, I'll hold you in my arms and never let you go,” he continues, smiling back at me, and I squeeze his hand in mine. I purse my lips, stopping myself from crying. Yes, I’m getting emotional and I’m not ashamed of it. I mean, he fucked me hard, and now he’s telling me the sweetest things… I have the right to be emotional right now. I’m the luckiest woman on Earth.
“I love you so much… You have no idea,” I whisper, leaning into him and placing my head against his shoulder.
“I know, babe… I love you too,” he says, stroking my hair softly. As the limo cruises through the New York City traffic, the gentle purr of the engine lulling me to sleep, I close my eyes and fall into a slumber.
Once I wake up, we’ll be a few minutes away from home… As soon as I get there, I’m going to have a nice warm shower and, when I step out of it, wrapped only in a small cotton towel, I’m going to go straight into Mason’s arms and… We’re going to do it all over again. And again.
I’m insatiable, and I’m in love.
169
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Financial markets were stunned into submission yesterday as Mason Kane reaffirmed his status of King of Wall Street.
One title that the CEO of Kane Price was quick to let go of however, was that of Wall Street's Bad Boy.
He appeared at a press conference outside the offices to the Kane Price's global headquarters on Park Avenue, where he held forth on the ensuing drama.
"Was I partly to blame for everything that happened? Of course. I was living a live that was wild and unhinged, but boy did I think it was fun. But at the end of the day that's what made me a great target for Ms. Lowell. And you know? It almost cost me not just my company, but hundreds of thousands of people their jobs - their livelihoods. But the only thing that saved me from all that was the honest love of a real woman," Mr. Kane said in an emotional and heartfelt statement.
Some observers had questioned the propriety of Mason Kane, who at 37 is romantically linked to the daughter of his ex-wife. However, his proponents rightly point out that Lorna Lowell was not in fact married to him under the articles of New York State law since her husband was still in fact alive and the two had never dissolved their marriage. Further, Rebecca Lowell, at 21, was the daughter of her father, and only related through marriage to her stepmother.
Kane Price shares finished trading near their highs for the year, as investors and clients breathed a sigh of relief that this period of turbulence had passed.
In a sign that Mr. Kane was ready to move on, he granted an amnesty of sorts to many who had opposed him. But not all. Shortly before his press conference, Kane Price announced the involuntary termination of Roy Purpus from the Board of Directors for his collusion with Lorna Lowell throughout the episode. It was Mr. Purpus who had called the initial vote of No Confidence.
"I have every belief that the employees who were believing Red Lion Aviation was a good deal were doing so based on the limited information that was made available to them, and I can't hold them in fault for that," Mr. Kane commented.
Tensions within the investment bank seemed to heal on a rapid clip as insiders reported that work had begun proceeding according to normal schedule. The perception of two armed camps - something that had come to dominate how Kane Price was viewed by Wall Street - had already begun to alter itself.
In the coming months, Kane Price is expected to announce and launch revolutionary new products that promise to upend the traditional order of Wall Street and generate a great deal of revenue for the Firm.
Stay with Marketwatch Journal as we bring you updates on them as they happen.
170
Epilogue
"Mason," I whisper, trying to sound serious. "Don't make me moan out loud. You'll wake the baby."
Mason just laughs and continues to grab my boob, squeezing it and running his fingers around my nipple as he kisses my neck.
I tilt my head back and sigh in pleasure at his touch.
A year and half after we first met, he still has the power to make me forget everything and revel in the moment.
"You'll moan when I tell you to, baby girl," he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe.
My entire body convulses in shudders at his voice.
I'm almost carried away.
I mean, you would be too. Imagine yourself trading places with me. I'm sitting on the leather sofa of our new One57 apartment that we bought together as husband and wife.
Little Ida is asleep in the other room, in what I hope is a peaceful sleep. I had just sat down with my Kindle. I was going to read The Woodsman by Eddie Cleveland.
I mean, I don’t know about you, but based on everything I’ve seen, the closest anyone ever comes in the book world to Mason and his complete alpha nature is Eddie and the bad boys that he writes about.
I remember Mason was the one who first introduced me to him back sometime after I told him I was pregnant.
“Something for you to read when you need to think about me fucking you,” he said one morning as he was going to work. “My friend Eddie is an author. He just published this.”
At first I didn’t really know, you know? I just skimmed through it. I mean the story was good.
But then I got to the sex.
And, oh my God.
By the time Mason walked in, I was jumping all over him.
No one writes bad boys and alpha males like Eddie. Except maybe Alexis.
So The Woodsman is just something I thought I’d relax with. I briefly thought about taking my panties off. But I figured I’d just let them get wet. It would help Mason smell me.
And he’d know.
So I got through one chapter and I must have given off pheromones or something.
Because Mason is already here.
And true enough, he's literally trying to get in my pants. As in his hands are travelling to the hem of my yoga pants and his fingers are slowly tracing an outline over my thong.
With a sudden flash of inspiration, I turn to him and smile.
"If I'm your baby girl, will you go make me something to eat?" I ask him.
I'm trying hard not to laugh as the King of Wall Street looks at me with a perplexed look. No one has probably even asked him that. Ever.
No, of course not. Mason has just finished off a successful year as Wall Street's most celebrated CEO.
I mean, i
t's a good thing he's had me over the last year to at least suck his cock every morning otherwise I don't know if he'd even have time for sex.
Kane Price has launched over 40 new financial instruments and products and they've literally cornered the market on exotic financial instruments. Money flows only one way nowadays and that's into the coffers of Kane Price.
"Excuse me?" Mason asks me, and I can see his brow furrowing. That's right. Not too many Wall Street people probably joke around with him nowadays, what with his sky high bonus and soaring valuation, people are calling Mason Kane one of the richest men in the world.
"Please, Daddy?" I ask batting my eyes and trying to keep from laughing. "Please feed m?"
Now Mason realizes that I've been joking. When I'm begging to him, but begging for food and not fucking, he can finally tell that I'm pulling his leg.
He growls and picks me up.
I squeak loudly as he stands up and carries me to the chaise lounge next to the sofa and deposits me on it.
I splay my body out and spread my legs wantonly. My finger comes to my pussy and I begin to rub my clit through the fabric of my yoga pants and thong. I'm definitely wet. Just being around my husband makes me wet.
Mason begins to unbuckle his belt.
"You're either going to need a spanking, baby girl," he says to me as his eyes meet mine. "Or a good fucking. Either way you need to be taught a lesson."
"I'm not a good learner tonight, babe," I say, teasing him. "Maybe you you need to teach me extra hard."
We both stare at each other for a long moment.
Finally Mason cracks a smile as my eyes twinkle.
At the last minute I can't hold it in anymore. I start to chuckle.
Mason joins in.
But our chuckle becomes laughter which quickly gets louder and louder.
Oh my God, my stomach is hurting.
Which is when the baby monitor goes off.
Shit.
We've woken little Ida.
Mason looks at me with concern, but I just sit up and grab a hold of his arm as the two of us walk to the nursery.
Inside is the cutest little baby that I've ever seen.
Ida was born several months ago, but already Mason and I can tell how much our lives have been changed.
I feel so blessed to be a mother. Sometimes I don't understand how Lorna could not have wanted this feeling ever in her life.
But I'm sure she has plenty of time to think about things like this.
The case was pretty open and shut against her. I mean, when you're trying to bilk close to a billion dollars from a publicly traded corporation that manages the pension payments of millions of people, there's very little leeway that the prosecution is going to grant you. She was sentenced to life in prison at a maximum security women's prison. Her eyes boiled with hate towards Mason and me the entire time.
I just sat there next to Daniel, my father, and prayed that this would be the last time I'd ever have to see Lorna again.
It took me a long time to not instinctively call her Mom, and I think I've finally made peace with all the things she said and did to me through my life.
Oh, right. Daniel.
So Daniel had always kept tabs on me from afar, but as Mason had said, he never really bothered to reach out to me. He was under the impression that my life was proceeding along happily and that anything he would have done to get back in it would have raised retribution from Lorna towards both him and me.
I was surprised when he told me that, to say the least.
I mean, with everything Lorna had said to me, it didn't sound like she much wanted me.
"I don't think she did either," Daniel agreed with me. Even though he was biologically my father, I couldn't call him Dad. "But when the whole topic of separation came up, she made it clear that she would fight for custody. Not because she loved you, but because she would win. And she would have a trump card to play against me our entire lives."
But over the last year and half, I think that Daniel and I have gotten close. I mean, we don't see each other much - he lives in Canada somewhere in the mountains filled with snow - but we keep in touch by email and sometimes Facebook.
I think it just feels good knowing you have a family out there in this world. That you're not completely and totally alone.
And just like that, we raise the next generation of our family.
Ida is looking up at me with wide eyes, her crying over now that the big humans have come to her crib and are looking down at her making funny noises as they take her in their arms.
Mason looks at me.
"You're a great Mom," he says to me, drawing me close to him. "I have a great family."
I smile.
He's right on the money in this respect.
I couldn't have wished for a happier and more content family life.
I am truly blessed.
And it's all because of a taboo love affair.
Amazing, really.
Almost makes you want to write a book about it, doesn't it?
Yay! You made it to the End!!
Finally, we’re including a continuation of the Ares, Lucas, and Daphne saga - kinda like cleansing your palette to come back and see how they’re doing, ya know? It’s all the way right after the related stories that follow.
Looks like after that, our time will be over :(
Thank you so much for reading!
xoxo
Alexis Angel
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Ares, Lucas, and Daphne: Continuation
Having a baby changes many things. There’s less time for yourself, and it seems that your whole life now revolves around the tiny human being you helped bring into existence. Of course, the whole world also seems to become brighter, a happy place to live in. It’s a true miracle.
That’s what I believe in, anyway.
Ever since little Joy came into our lives that I’ve transcended happiness itself. I guess a lot of moms would agree with me when I tell you how hard it is to put into words the joy you feel once you become a parent. That’s why we decided to call her Joy. Sometimes the simplest of words is better at explaining what we feel better than anything else
Joy’s almost one year old now (kids grow fast, don’t they?) and we’ve slowly grown accustomed to the fact that we’re parents now. It’s a challenge, but we’re doing our best - even though our combined fortune probably makes us richer that God itself, we’ve decided to raise Joy properly. No outsourcing to babysitters, you know? At least unless it’s really necessary.
Still, money offers us a lot of opportunities we wouldn’t have otherwise. For instance, we’re thinking of taking a round-the-world trip with Joy; show her the world and whatnot, you know? We’ll probably wait a few more years to do that, but we’ve already started shopping around for an yacht. Yeah, I know, an yacht!
We’ve actually already settled on the one we’re going to buy, and it’s a true monster of the seas. With a length of over 160 feet, this is what the guys in the industry call a megayacht. You know, the kind of thing only the filthy rich can buy. But what the hell, we have money to burn, and it’s not like we’re taking it with us to the grave, right?
We’ve taken it for a spin today, and we’re standing on the upper deck right now, a wide balcony outside our room. The clear blue of the Atlantic embraces us as the hull cuts through the waves, and there’s a gentle breeze in the air. Joy stayed at home with a babysitter for the morning (well, sometimes it can’t be helped) and this is one of the few times we’re actually alone, just the three of us. Well, the three of us and a crew of over thirty - but who’s counting?
“So, how are we going to name it?” Ares asks, taking one step forward and resting both his hands over the rail, his smart eyes taking in the never ending horizon.
“Twelve?” I offer right away, a wicked grin dawning on my lips.
“Twelve?” Lucas asks me, cocking one eyebrow as he leans back against the rail.
“Yeah, it’s an homage to
the two of you,” I laugh, going on tiptoes and pressing my lips against Lucas’. “I thought of Twelve Inches, but I think there already a book with that title.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” Ares laughs after me, his chuckle deep and vibrant. Reaching for me, both his hands on my waist, he pulls me from Lucas’ embrace and crushes his mouth against mine.
“And that’s why you love me so much, isn’t it?” I whisper, looking from him to Lucas and smiling, the gentle sea breeze whipping at my hair and caressing my skin.
“You know it, babe,” he whispers, his hands trailing down the side of my body. Ah, it feels so good to be alone with the two of them, nothing but the gentle whisper of the ocean around us.
“Let’s enjoy this moment,” I grin, reaching for Lucas and hooking my fingers on his belt; with a gentle tug I pull him toward me and he comes willingly, one of his hands on Ares’ waist and the other on mine.
With a grin grin on my lips, I press my back against the railing and then place my hands on their chest; I push them back softly and then, moving fast, I flatten the palm of my hands over their crotches, my fingers curling around their hard cocks.
Still grabbing them, I go down to my knees, my eyes going from Ares to Lucas.
“That’s what you mean by ‘enjoy this moment’?” Lucas asks me with a soft chuckle, his cock hardening against my fingers.
“How did you know?” I tell him with a devilish smile, letting go of his cock and resting both my hands on Ares’s belt; unbuckling it, I pull it out of his pants and drop it on the floor. His cock is pulsing hard against his dress pants, eager to feel the touch of my skin, but he has to wait. My hands to go Lucas and I do the same to him, taking his belt off from its loops.
