ARYA
Thank you so much for setting us up!
BROOKE
I’m just happy he’s finally going to have a girlfriend. Have fun!
I wash my hands, fix up my hair, touch up my makeup, and then give my boobs a lift before giving myself a wink in the mirror and exiting the bathroom.
“Oh!” I gasp when I see who’s leaning against the hallway wall, staring me down with a ravenous look. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s time for dessert,” he growls.
“Back at the table?” I ask with an innocent naive look.
He shakes his head as his hungry eyes darken.
I smile, playing with him. “I love chocolate cake. We better go back.”
He grabs my wrist in a firm grip as I try to walk by him.
“We’re not having cake.”
“Blueberry pie?”
He shakes his head again and I feel the heat blossoming inside me. I feel a deep throbbing between my legs as his grip tightens.
“What are we having?” I ask in a breathless tone. My nerve endings are on fire. They’re burning with anticipation.
He pulls me up against his body and brings his lips in nice and close. “I want something sweeter than chocolate cake. Sweeter than blueberry pie.”
I swallow hard as his eyes roam down from my mouth to my tingling breasts. “What’s sweeter than that?”
He leans in, his lips an inch from my ear, and whispers. “Your honey. I want to taste it. I want to taste you.”
His deep voice gives me shivers all over. My body is craving him so badly. I lean against his hard chest and breathe in his rich masculine scent.
“Here?” I ask.
“Not here in the hallway,” he says with a glimmer in his eye. “Come with me.”
I just blindly follow this gorgeous mysterious man. I’m letting him take me wherever he wants to go. And in a minute, I’ll be letting him do to me whatever he wants to do.
He brings me down a few hallways and through a door that says Employees Only.
“Are we allowed in here?” I ask as the door closes behind me.
“If someone tries to kick us out,” he growls as he pulls me, “I’ll buy the place and have them fired.”
“You could do that?”
He turns around and there’s a fierceness in his eyes that makes my breath quicken. “I can do anything, Arya. And I will do anything right now to taste that sweetness between your legs. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you taste since the limo.”
My head is spinning as I follow him to an office at the end of the hall. He tries to open it, but the handle won’t move.
He finally lets go of me and examines my hair.
“What are you doing?”
“My older brother Westin had a stack of Playboys in his closet when we were growing up, but he always kept his door locked.”
I gasp as he pulls a pin from my hair and then grins as a loose strand falls onto my cheek.
“I learned fast how to pick the lock,” he says as he tucks the strand of hair behind my ear.
Imagining Nolan as a horny teenage boy surrounded by Playboy magazines makes me giggle while he turns and picks the lock with my hairpin.
The door opens and my heart starts really pumping as he grabs my wrist and pulls me inside. All of the lights are off and there’s no laptop on the table, which hopefully means whoever’s office this is has gone home for the night.
He closes the door, locks it, and then grabs the huge bookcase and drags it in front of the door. I don’t think he’s worried about getting caught, I think he’s worried about another man seeing what he keeps saying belongs to him.
When the door is secure, he turns and stares at me as he loosens his tie. “Hop on that desk and spread your legs.”
My body starts moving on its own. I’m no longer in control of my limbs. Nolan is.
I sit on the desk and open my legs a little.
“Wider,” he grunts. His eyes are locked between my legs as I spread them even more. My red dress is covering everything, but it’s slowly hiking up my thighs the further I spread them apart.
He takes off his jacket and my body stills when I see how muscular he is. His white shirt is hugging his massive chest and enormous shoulders. I can see his sexy tattoos running along his big arms under the thin white material of his expensive shirt.
Nolan looked hot when I first saw him, but he’s scorchingly hot right now.
He’s taking his time, making me suffer, making me crazy with anticipation as he slowly unbuttons his cuffs and then rolls his sleeves up his thick tattooed forearms.
“Grab that dress and pull it up,” he commands as he starts to walk forward. “And I said to spread those legs wide. Don’t make me ask you again or I’ll pull out my belt and bend you over this desk.”
I grab the end of my silky red dress and pull it all the way up. The pulse between my legs intensifies as the soft material drags over my mound, tickling me.
Nolan runs a hand down his face and lets out a deep breath when he sees what I’m showing him. My pussy clenches with need as this devastatingly sexy man stares at it with a look of pure hunger. I don’t think he would take his eyes off me right now for a billion dollars.
I spread my legs even wider for him. He likes it, and so do I.
“Look at you, girl. You’re dripping on the desk. I’m so fucking hard right now, Arya. You have no idea what it does to me to see the insides of your thighs all sticky wet.”
He steps right up to the desk, his hard body between my legs, and then grabs my chin rougher than I’m used to, but it’s turning me on so much. I whimper as he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me as he slowly drags the side of his finger up my soaking wet pussy.
“Taste this honey,” he whispers as he pulls his lips from mine. He brings his wet finger to my mouth and I greedily suck on it, tasting myself for the first time. I suck on his finger like I would his cock. He watches with heavy breaths.
“I have to test those lips out later,” he says as he grabs my thighs and wrenches them apart. “I want to see if they wrap around my cock in the same way.”
I want to tell him that they will. That I’d be glad to suck him off, but I can’t seem to talk right now. My brain is not working so well.
Especially as he starts to drop to his knees in front of me.
My legs tremble as he begins kissing the inside of my thighs, lower and lower, the stubble on his beard scratching me, the heat from his breath tickling me, the image of him in front of my most intimate area making me crazy with lust and need.
I slide my hand into his hair as he hovers over my mound, not caring that I’m going to mess it up and the people at our table will know why we’ve been gone for so long.
“Oh, Nolan,” I moan as his hot breath makes my back arch. “You can’t just torture me like—”
My words disintegrate when his hot tongue hits me. Then, my whole body disintegrates when he licks his way up my folds and sucks on my clit. The pleasure is so intense that I grab the back of the desk and squeeze it as he uses his tongue to flick it while sucking.
The moans start coming out loud and frequent. I know we’re in a public place. I know this is not a soundproof room. I know that anyone can just walk by and hear us, but I can’t stop crying out.
I’ve never felt intensity like this before. This gorgeous man is between my legs and making me feel sensations that I never knew were possible.
His fingers go back on me, in me, as he tries to get as much of my pussy into his mouth as he can. I’m so wet. I’m sure I’m gushing out cream, but Nolan keeps greedily licking it up. It’s like he can’t get enough.
I feel like I’m floating. Like I’m sinking. Like I’m bursting as he devours me. His mouth moves faster, his fingers deeper, and I feel another orgasm coming bursting forward.
I tell myself that I’m going to hold the scream back, but that proves impossible when the orgasm takes over. I
throw my head back and scream so loudly that I’m sure all of the guests will hear it as I drown in the scorching heat tearing through my body.
My eyes water. My knuckles burn from gripping the desk so hard. My legs shake.
I whimper as Nolan keeps eating me out through the intense bliss. His pace slows as my high starts to come down. He massages my pussy with his skilled tongue while he traces my wet virgin hole with his fingertip.
“Fuck,” I moan as I wipe a heavy hand over my eyes. “Was I loud?”
“I don’t fucking care,” he says as he comes up with his mouth glistening. “That was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”
I’m breathing so heavily. I’m not sure if I’ll ever catch my breath again.
“I’m going to be hearing that beautiful sound every day for the rest of my life, Arya. Every day. You understand me? You’re mine now.”
There are no words. This man is beyond perfect. I just nod my head up and down as I stare at him in awe.
We arrive back at the table a little while longer and everyone is silent as we sit down. My hair isn’t a wild mess yet, but it’s definitely messier than when I left. I’m sure they know, but I don’t really care. That was so worth it.
There’s a big piece of chocolate cake on my plate waiting for me and I start to eat it up as they announce that the silent auction will start in twenty minutes.
“Get your last bets in,” the announcer warns. “And remember, it all goes to the turtles.”
Twenty minutes…
I know that Nolan’s cock must be aching by now. And I really don’t want to give the poor guy blue balls, especially considering he paid ten thousand dollars for this date.
Plus, I really want to see it. Touch it. Feel it. Ride it. I want to do it all with him.
“Twenty minutes before the silent auction,” I whisper to him. “That should be enough time for some silent action.”
His mouth is full of chocolate cake, but he raises an eyebrow as he looks at me.
“Do you have any more secret hiding places?”
He quickly swallows his cake and nods. “I can find one.”
My pussy clenches as my mouth breaks into a wide grin. “Better hurry up. We only have nineteen minutes left.”
Chapter Six
Nolan
We head for the same office, but the security guard is leaning against the hallway wall, watching Tiger King on his phone.
“This way,” Arya says as she tugs on my hand.
My eyes drop to her curvy ass, which ripples beautifully with every step she takes. I love this dress. I want to search the earth for the sexiest dresses and outfits to fill her closet with. I’ll dress her in the finest silk and the most expensive designer fashions, only to rip them to pieces when it’s time to get to the good stuff underneath.
“I think we can go back here,” she whispers before we hurry past a waitress who has her back to us.
She opens a side door that leads to four or five stairs. It’s dark in here with enough darkness to hide us, but with enough light that I can still see what I’ll be doing to her. We can hear the music and murmurs of talking from the hall, but it’s more muted in here.
I spin her in my arms and kiss her hard on the mouth, taking her breath as we stumble up the stairs. We’re on some sort of platform in a medium-sized room.
We fumble our way forward—lips locked, hands moving everywhere—until Arya bumps into something.
“A car?” she whispers as she looks at it over her shoulder.
“Perfect,” I say, recognizing it as Mr. Brown’s antique 1962 Shelby GT350 in candy apple red that he’s auctioning off. “A red car to fuck the girl in red on.”
I lift her up and place her on the hood. My little virgin is already hiking up her dress as she spreads her legs around me.
Her hair is spilling out of her bun and she’s never looked more sexy than she is right now. She looks wild with her hair in a hot mess, glazed-over lust-filled eyes, and her wet mouth parted with her swollen red lips begging for mine.
“Fuck,” I groan as I grab her big tits in my hands. She arches her back with a moan, pressing them into my palms as she starts to undo my belt.
It’s going to take too much time to undo her dress, so I just grab the front of it and yank it down. Her big tits spill out, heaving with every heavy breath she takes. My mouth is on them at once, cupping and massaging them with my hands as I suck on her hard pink perfect nipples.
“Oh, yes,” she moans as her head rolls back. “Your mouth feels so good.”
She unzips my pants and pulls my hard throbbing cock out. It feels so unbelievable in her tiny hands and I’m worried I’m going to come as she strokes my length.
I look down and curse under my breath when I see it in her hands. My pre-come is leaking all over her fingers, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She uses it as a lubricant to jack me off easier.
“That’s enough,” I growl as I grab it away from her. “You’re going to empty my balls in your hand and every drop is destined for your ripe womb.”
“My… womb?”
“Yes. I need you, Arya. This isn’t a one-night thing. Not with me, it isn’t. I want to be married to you. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. And I want to see you carrying my child.”
She swallows hard as she watches me, the heated look on her face intensifying.
“I’m going to fuck your little pussy with my raw cock and see how ripe your young body really is.”
She doesn’t answer, but a clear drop of juice leaks from her cunt. The arousal in her eyes is unmistakable. It makes my cock ache.
I watch her—stroking myself—as she leans back on the car and spreads her legs. Her hair is loose on her bare shoulders, her big tits hanging over her red dress that’s hiked up to her waist, her wet pink pussy on full display, begging me to claim it.
That pussy is virgin tight and I’ll be the only man to ever see it, to touch it, to fuck it.
She can bet her life on that.
“Ready for my monster cock?” I ask as I step up to her. She sucks in a breath and holds it as I press my thick head to her hot virgin entrance. This girl is so fucking tight. I can’t wait to get inside her and stretch her cunt out.
I grab one of her thick hips and tug her closer. She lies down on the hood of the antique car, playing with her bare breasts as she watches me prepare to take her virginity.
My body tightens as I slowly slide my head into her wet hole. I’m so tense. Every cell in my body is on full alert and ready for this moment.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper. She’s whimpering as I push in a little further. “God-fucking-damn you are tight, girl.”
I can’t breathe as I push my way in. Her silky walls are clamped down around me, squeezing and milking every inch of my stiff shaft.
She whimpers louder when I come up to her cherry. I grip her hip and thrust in hard, breaking through it and making her mine.
“Oh, fuck, Nolan!” she cries out too loud as I sink all the way inside her. She’s twisted and arched on the car, her teeth gritted, her eyes squeezed shut.
I bend down and start kissing her neck as I hold myself deep inside her. The heat. The tightness. Her walls are milking every inch of my shaft as I let her get used to my size.
After a few seconds, her body starts to loosen up a little and her hands are in my hair, urging me to continue as she lets out little moans and cries.
I kiss my way down to her soft tits and play with them until the urge to breed her is too strong to ignore.
The crowd—wherever they are—is getting louder as the music turns down. I don’t care what’s going on in the hall. All I’m focused on is this angel with her legs spread in front of me.
Arya whimpers as I start to pull my cock back out. I shiver with every hot wet inch my dick travels. Right before my tip is about to slide out, I thrust back inside her hard. She cries out as her slick tunnel takes me easier.
She’s starting to ope
n up. The resistance is lessened. She’s still the tightest thing ever, but at least I can breathe now.
“How do you like having my big cock inside you?”
She moans. “I love it.”
I start thrusting in and out of her harder, faster. The car starts rocking on its old tires as I fuck my girl properly.
“Good,” I growl as I grab her legs and yank them up and apart. “Because this pussy is mine now. And I’m going to be taking it every chance I get.”
“It’s yours,” she cries in a whisper as her big tits sway back and forth with every thrust.
I look down at my dick as it enters and exits her. It’s coated in her hot cream mixed with some pink from her virginity. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
We can hear the music stop from where we’re hidden. The microphone turns on. I try to ignore Mr. Brown’s voice through the speakers and focus only on Arya.
“It’s time for the results of the silent auction,” he says.
I just shut him out as he continues talking.
This naked girl deserves every single shred of my attention.
“Take your shirt off,” she begs. “I want to see your body.”
Without hesitation, I rip my jacket off my shoulders and then yank my shirt open. I hate this stupid tux, but at least it has snaps on the shirt that fly open without any unbuttoning.
I can see the heavy lust in her eyes as they roam over my tattooed arms and big chest. I don’t get out of the office much, but I do make sure to go to the gym every day. All of my brothers do.
And it’s worth it now. All those reps, all that sweat, that pain… it’s all worth it to see the look of arousal in Arya’s eyes. She drags her fingertips down my flexed abs as I continue to fuck her harder.
“And the winner of the trip to Hawaii,” Mr. Brown says from somewhere in the hall, “is Nolan Cline with a very generous donation of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
The crowd claps and I grin, knowing they’re probably looking for me to accept the prize, but little do they know I already have my prize. I’m balls deep in it right now.
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