by Abbi Hemp
What more could a woman ask for?
“Let’s go,” he said. “I need to be inside you.”
My heart beat faster and my nipples began to harden. Two weeks without any sexual contact had driven me crazy. Had he slept with another woman in that time? Did I care?
I needed his huge cock inside my tiny pussy. The memory of him fucking me hard and fast flashed through my mind as we made our way down the hallway to his bedroom.
As soon as we entered, he stopped and turned, kissing me. I moaned, loving the way his tongue slid over mine, so impulsive and forceful. He pulled back and pulled his polo shirt off.
I stood and stared at his chiseled chest and abs. He unbuttoned his pants. Unable to resist any longer, I stepped forward and put my palms on his chest, looking deep into his eyes.
“You’ve got too many clothes on,” he said.
“Do you have some music?”
“Sure. Hold on.”
“Some hippity-hop if you have it.”
He stopped and turned, his head tilted.
“Hippity-hop?”
“You know, like Lil Wayne or something.”
“I’m not sure I can find any of his music on the laptop.”
“Just something sexy, okay?”
He grinned, finally getting what I had in mind.
I watched his beautiful, naked body as he walked to a desk in the corner and tapped the spacebar of his Mac Air laptop. Hip hop started playing.
“That work?” he asked, still looking at the screen.
“Wow, that was fast, but yeah, it’s perfect.”
“Great,” he said, turning around.
“Sit down on the bed. Do the lights in here dim?”
He nodded then walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, his cock hanging down between his legs. After dimming the lights, I turned my back to him, my body moving to the music.
Memories of all the dance moves I’d learned in the club came back to me as I moved backward, toward him on the bed. I stopped after a few steps, and unbuttoned my blouse as I turned around.
His eyes were locked on my body as I took off the shirt and dropped it to the floor. Next came my jeans. Dressed only in pink panties and matching bra, I danced closer to him.
As I approached, he leaned back on the bed, propped up by his elbows, lust all over his face. When I reached him, I bent down and put my hands on his thighs as I stared into his eyes.
I pressed my body against him as I leaned forward, loving his hard flesh touching mine. He moved a hand to my ass and squeezed it without me stopping him or saying a word.
After kissing his lips, I moved to his neck then lower. He reached around me and unsnapped my bra, which fell to the floor, exposing my breasts. I slipped to my knees on the carpet.
The music continued in the dimly lit room as all my fears and self-doubts slipped away as I rubbed his thighs with my hands.
“You look so fucking hot,” he said.
“Oh yeah? How does this look?”
I grabbed his cock with one hand and lifted it before sticking out my tongue and licking the tip.
“Fuck…” he groaned.
With a smile, I stroked, licked, and loved on his marvelous cock, making it harder. Every chance I got, I looked up at his face, loving the expression of wanton pleasure staring back at me.
I crept forward and stuck my chest out. His cock throbbed between my breasts as I moved my body up and down. He began thrusting, fucking my curvaceous boobs. I loved the way it felt.
“Come here,” he demanded, reaching down for me.
The moment I stood up, he pulled me toward him. I quickly slipped off my panties then climbed into his lap. His feet still on the floor, he leaned back as I positioned myself above his condom-covered cock.
His perfectly curved nine-inches slid into my wet pussy easily, splitting me open. I leaned forward and put my palms on his chest to hold myself up as I ground my hips against him.
We made eye contact as our bodies moved as one. I loved the way his hazel eyes looked back at me. The rest of the world faded away. Only he and I existed in all of time and space.
He reached up and massaged my breasts as I rode him. Falling into a rhythm, I let all my thoughts go. My mind blank, we fucked like the world would be ending in a few hours.
“Heidi.”
My heart skipped a beat when he whispered my name in ecstasy.
“Yes, baby,” I cooed, sitting up and arching my back.
“I’m coming,” he said, face contorted.
“Yes,” I said, still rocking up and down.
He thrust up and into me deeply before screaming out in pleasure.
I felt his cock throbbing inside my tight pussy, pushing me over the edge.
“Yes… I’m coming…”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down onto his chest as I came, my body shaking and my pussy constricting around his massive member.
I lifted my head and saw this smile on his face, an expression I would never forget for the rest of my life. The money I had was nice, but nothing could replace love.
After so many years of being on my own in the world without a family, I wondered in that moment of wanton pleasure whether or not Tony was the man to start one with.
He stroked the back of my head with his hand.
“I love you so much,” I said, surprised at the words coming out of my mouth.
“I love you too,” he said instantly with no hesitation.
We kissed for a long moment, maybe even a minute.
I climbed off him and stood, still breathing heavy.
“You still need to conserve water?” I teased.
He smiled and sat up.
“Are you running away or can you stay the night?”
“I’m staying, but I’m starving. You gonna make me something to eat?”
“I know this diner,” he said.
“Yeah? Sounds like a plan.”
After showering and cleaning up together, we left his house hand-in-hand.
“I’ll drive,” I said.
“Fine with me.”
I gave him a quick peck on the lips before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in the baby blue Subaru crossover.
SEVENTEEN
Tony
I glanced across the polished table at Heidi as we sat in a diner.
“Your money guy helped get me on a budget and has invested most of my money.”
“That’s fantastic. If you save and invest, you’re going to be able to turn that money into something long term. I’ve been getting ready for my retirement since I started my career.”
She smiled. Are her teeth whiter somehow? I wondered.
“Thanks. I’m glad you recommended I go to him.”
“Not a problem. Mr. Nowski has been taking care of me for over two years now, and everything is looking good.”
“He doesn’t tell you to call him Basil?”
“No.”
“Figures. He creeps me out, but if you trust him, I’m willing to do the same.”
She smiled again, displaying those perfect pearly whites.
“Are you going to let him decide what to invest in?”
“I think so. You might hate the idea, but there’s a lot of money in owning a strip club.”
“Do you really want to do that with your life?”
“No, not really, but it would be good money.”
“Get a couple million and you’re already thinking about your next one.”
I grinned, loving the way she looked under the diner lights.
“Do you have enough money?”
“No.”
“Exactly.”
She smiled as the waitress returned with our food, a stack of pancakes and extra crispy bacon for her and a ham and cheese omelette for me.
“This smells good,” she said, spreading a napkin on her lap.
“It tasted even better. Like you.”
“No comment,” she said, still smiling.
; As I ate, relishing every bite, I thought saying those three magic words to her. She had done it first, but they had come out of my mouth so naturally.
“You’re being quiet,” she said. “Should I be worried?”
“No. I’m just thinking about earlier.”
“That was our best time yet, I think.”
“Yeah, that was good, but it was the other thing.”
I stared into her eyes. She nodded.
“And? Was it good or bad? Do you want to take the words back?”
“No, not at all. I was thinking about how easy it was to say them to you.”
“Aw. Stop. You’re going to make me blush.”
“You? Blush? I’d like to see it.”
She giggled then went back to eating. After we finished a few minutes later, she stretched and yawned. I caught myself staring at her tits, unable to get enough of them.
“You ready to go? I’m tired.”
“Not too tired for round two. It’s been a long couple of weeks.”
“I’ll get a coffee to go.”
“Let me hit the restroom real quick, and I’ll come back and pay.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay.”
“Show-off,” I said.
“You know it.”
I stood and walked toward the men’s washroom as she headed to the front counter and register. As I pissed, holding my cock, I thought about her wrapping her lips around it again.
She had sexual skills like no other woman I’d met before. I needed to take her again before the night ended. As always, I would have my way. Heidi would be mine one more time.
After putting my dick away, I washed my hands before leaving. I heard Heidi yelling as I opened the door. When I saw her in front of two men in colorful tie-dye shirts, I rushed over.
“Get the fuck out of here, drunks,” she said, turning toward the register.
One of the men reached back to slap her. I dashed across the dining room and grabbed his arm just before it struck her. Heidi screamed as I pushed the man away.
His buddy took one look at me before backing up.
“We don’t want no trouble,” he said.
“Fuck that, we is the trouble,” his buddy muttered, moving toward me.
I wasted no time, crouching down into a fighting stance with my fists raised. Putting myself in danger with a stranger wasn’t smart so close to the season starting, but I had to defend Heidi’s honor.
“Don’t,” Heidi said, grabbing my right bicep, trying to pull my arm down.
The pseudo-hippie decided to come at me in that moment. He sucker-punched me in the gut, which had no effect. Heidi let go of my arm, and I stepped forward, bumping my chest against the smaller man.
“Do we have a problem? Or are you leaving?”
“We’re leaving, we’re leaving,” his buddy said.
“He’s got a knife!” Heidi screamed.
I caught the flash of a blade coming toward me. As I put my hand up to protect Heidi, I leaned backward. The knife barely missed me.
“Tony,” Heidi screamed.
Without thinking of my own safely, I rushed forward and tackled the man to the hard, tiled floor. He looked at me, eyes crazy and missing more than a couple teeth.
“Get the fuck off me,” he yelled as I slammed his hand onto the floor.
He dropped the knife. I glanced up quickly to see if his buddy would try anything, but he had taken off.
I held the man down as he twisted and tried to break free.
“Call the police,” Heidi said.
“I already did,” the manager said. “Are you okay, sir?”
“That’s Tony Cassano.”
The manager glanced around.
“Someone help him out until the police arrived.”
A couple men came over and held him down, allowing me to stand.
Heidi rushed to my side and wrapped her arm around my waist.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, my heart still pounding.
I checked my body for any bloodstains even though I didn’t feel anything.
“We should get out of here,” I said, thinking about the bad press for the team.
“You need to stay,” the manager said. “The police will want to take your statement.”
“Can you just let us go?” I got out my wallet and extracted a hundred-dollar bill. “Here. That should cover us and then some.”
“Go on,” the manager said. “Get out of here, you two.”
“Thanks,” I said, grabbing Heidi’s hand. “Let’s go.”
We stepped around the man lying on the floor and moved toward the door.
“Are you okay?” she asked once we were outside.
“I’m fine. Are you?”
“Yeah. I can’t believe he jumped me.”
She stopped in front of the passenger side door of her car.
“You want me to drive?”
“No, but I need to kiss you right now.”
“You need to kiss me?”
Her pretty head nodded. She stood on her toes and kissed me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
We made love again that night before falling asleep together in my bed, legs and arms draped over each other as if we’d been married for years.
EIGHTEEN
Tony
The next morning, I convinced Heidi to go to the casino with me.
“We can get a room and gamble all night. Or most of the night.”
“You’re a horn-dog, aren’t you?” she teased.
“The best kind.”
“Mm. I agree,” she said, leaning against my body.
I kissed her on the lips.
“You ready to go?”
“I want another waffle,” she said. “Now that I’m not dancing anymore, I’m going to put on a ton of weight. You’re still going to love me, right?”
My eyes widened.
She laughed.
“I’m kidding, silly. Let’s get out of here. I need to stop at an ATM and get some cash.”
“They have one at the casino, I think.”
“Duh. You’re right.”
“Let’s get out of here. Mind if I drive?”
“Sure,” she said. “I can do my makeup in the car.”
“You look fine the way you are right now.”
“Aw.”
She kissed me again.
“I’m still going to put on my face if we’re going out.”
“Have it your way.”
In the car, she made herself even more beautiful while I drove toward downtown. By the time we reached the casino, she looked hotter than ever.
The tight red dress offsetting her long, black hair made her look that much better. A valet attendant took the keys from me as I slipped my arm around Heidi’s waist.
We walked into the casino lobby like ballers because we were in every sense of the word. Instead of spending my money on her, she had promised to treat me all night.
Garish red carpet with complex patterns led us deeper into the casino where the lights were dimmed. The sound of bells and whistles got louder as we hit the first slot machines.
“Let’s play some,” she said.
“We should check into the room first.”
“You already reserved it, right?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
She sat down on a stool in front of a Justin Beiber dollar slot machine.
“We should start with the penny slots. There’s no way we’re going to win anyway.”
“Yeah, but it’s fun,” she insisted. “Besides, I won the lottery. Maybe I’ll win again.”
I reluctantly sat down at the machine next to her – another Beiber Fever. Cartoon versions of him spun instead of diamonds as the gameplay showed on the screen.
“We’re going to win tonight,” she said excitedly, the top of half of her body moving.
After glancing around and seeing a half-dozen other people at other machines,
I slipped a twenty-dollar bill into the one in front of me. An Asian sounding voice said, “Beiber fever.”
Heidi laughed at my side.
“See, we’re having fun already.”
Twenty minutes later, we were down eighty-dollars between us as the machine literally ate our money.
“Let’s go get our room and take a break,” I said, standing up.
“What?” She glanced up at me, her eyes glossed over. “Are you crazy? I’m about to hit it big.”
“You’re just wasting money. We can come back. I want to grab a pizza or something to eat.”
“Go ahead,” she said, turning back to the blinking and flashing lights of the machine.
“Come on, Heidi.”
I put my hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t.”
She pulled away, tapping the orange button again.
“Well, I’m going to get the key to our room. I’ll come back for you.”
“Sure, whatever…”
I wandered away, hoping no one recognized me. Two steps later, a man wearing a sun-visor and a loud Hawaiian shirt walked up and stuck out his hand.
“Name’s Bob,” he said.
“Nice to meet you, Bob.”
I kept walking.
“Hey, hold on.”
I stopped, sighed, and turned.
“What can I help you with?”
“I need an autograph and a photo.”
“Not now, okay?”
“I’ll give you twenty-dollars.”
The man’s belly protruded at least a couple feet away from his body.
“It’s not about the money, man.”
“With the way you guys played last season, it should be.”
He laughed.
“Alright, then. Nice one.”
I turned to walk away.
“Hold on,” he called out. “I’m talking to you.”
He was, but I did not care about him. When I got to the reception counter for the hotel in the casino, I gave her my credit card to run and got the key for the room, the best one they had available.
“When does room service stop?”
“For your room, it’s all night, Mr. Cassano.”
The young woman behind the counter smiled, obviously smitten.
I flashed her a smile.
“Thanks. I’ll be calling.”
“We’re here to serve you with whatever you need.”
