by Lana Hartley
After what feels like several minutes, my body finally stops shaking and trembling from the aftermath of a perfect peak.
I breath in and out, hard and panting as if I’m running a marathon instead of coming down from the best fucking orgasm of my life.
“Wow, you’re fucking amazing,” I say and feel the heat flush my cheeks.
I’m still burning with desire for him and madly desperate for him to fill me with the full length of his rock-hard cock.
“You’re incredible. Fucking gorgeous.” He grins at me darkly. His mouth is wet and glistening with my warm cum and pussy juices.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” He smiles with mischievous wonder.
“Yes.” I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him in for a slow, intimate kiss that causes currents of chemistry and sexual bliss to fill the air between us.
“How are you so good at everything?” I say to him and give him a sexy smile.
He shrugs and looks fucking hot. “I guess I just have a natural talent—for you.”
I laugh and kiss him again, never wanting to let go. “You can use that talent on me anytime you want.”
As we embrace, so close together, I feel his rock-hard cock pulsing against my bare, inner thigh.
“Nobody has come in here yet.” He grins as if he’s proud of his accomplishment.
“It makes me feel crazy to be behind this curtain with you knowing someone could walk in at any moment,” I say, biting my lip.
“You’re so sexy,” he murmurs as he kisses my neck, making me wet all over again.
His cock is throbbing against me, begging to escape his pants.
“Fuck me now.” I look into his eyes with a firm and sexy stare.
His lips spread into a wild grin across his face. “Gladly,” he says, holding my gaze, daring me to escape or to turn away.
I can’t escape him. I never want to.
He unzips and I see that giant cock. I’m wet beyond belief.
I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him near. “Please put that hard cock inside me right fucking now,” I beg.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, I love it when you beg,” he responds, grabbing his massive cock and pushing it between my legs.
A small cry escapes my lips as I gasp from the incredible sensation of his hard cock tip pushing my wet and sensitive pussy lips apart.
“Fuck yes,” he groans as he pushes all the way inside of me, and I help by moving my hips and climbing on top of him.
He sits down on the velvet couch in the same place I came only moments before. I’m sitting on top of him, my legs wide open while I straddle him.
If anyone walks in right now, they’ll get a nice view.
“Grind on me baby,” he whispers with ferocity.
I move my hips in circles, sultry and seductively driving him wild as he pushes his face between my tits and sucks on my nipples in turn.
“Yeah, fuck baby. You feel amazing,” he says as he grabs my ass, forcing me deeper upon him.
As I grind, my clit throbs with pleasure. I’m getting my fill of him, at last. For once my need is sated. It’s only fulfilled when he’s inside of me, so deep.
“Your cock is so huge,” I breathe out as I arch my back and move the hair off my neck.
“Damn baby, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says as his eyes glaze over with desire for me.
I need him. I want to feel this all the time.
He smiles at me and helps me thrust in and out by grabbing my hips and guiding me up and down on top of him.
I get the sudden urge to be even closer to him, so I wrap my arms around him again and press my body against his, taking in the smell of cologne and sweat as our bodies intertwine and fuse together.
“Harder! Faster!” I cry, and Owen takes complete charge like the perfect alpha male that he is.
He has a look of determination on his face as he works toward his own orgasm. He thrusts harder and hits my G-spot over and over, making me close in on the next climax shockingly fast.
“I’m coming again,” I say in a gasping breath and rock my body back and forth.
He grips my hips and holds me in place so I won’t fall off the couch. I bend down and meet his lips in a passionate kiss. I bite his lower lip and he returns the affection by slamming into me even harder.
While he’s still holding onto my hips, he spins me around so that I’m facing away from him.
“Get on all fours,” he instructs in a groaning voice.
I put my hands on the floor and spread my fingertips apart as I grip the carpet below me.
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass, you naughty girl,” Owen grunts.
Oh God. Yes. I want it so bad, I’m ready to beg for it like a dirty slut. I brace myself for him and moan softly.
“Fuck baby. I don’t know. You’re too big for me.”
He chuckles darkly and spits on his cock before he slides it up and down along my asshole. He grips my hips hard between his large hands.
“Damn,” he groans again.
Then he spreads me apart with one hand and uses the other hand to gather my cum from my dripping pussy and coat my tight little hole with it. Then the world shatters as he pushes his cock inside of me.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he grunts as he takes my ass, filling me up more than I’ve ever been filled before.
I cry out again as if it’s the first time ever feeling him inside of me. It’s perfect. Glorious. Earth-shattering and mind-blowing. Everything you’d expect, then more.
He takes my waist in his hands and thrusts in and out with purpose and passion, grunting as I moan with pleasure.
The pain and pleasure of it all make me feel hazy, dancing on the realms of bliss and desire. The world begins to fade to blackness and I’m coming undone.
“Oh fuck!” he cries without warning. “I’m going to squirt my cum all over your ass,” he says.
He slides his cock out from the friction and the wetness. He slaps my ass hard and it hurts. He does it again and I’m going wild with pleasure. The next thing I feel is his hot load of cum as it sprays onto my skin.
“Oh yeah,” I cry out, loving the delicious sensation.
And just like that, I come with him. I explode and the world swirls. I shut my eyes and feel the intense explosion take over my entire body.
I release and he does too, drizzling the final remnants of his seed all along my backside.
After a moment or two, he collapses next to me as we both lay panting for breath.
“That was fucking...”
“Sensational?” I add.
“Yes,” he says with a smile.
We lie in a crumpled heap. I hear the party happening beyond our little VIP section.
“We better get dressed,” I say, feeling like my Cinderella hour is probably up by now.
“You’re right.” His eyes shine with pleasure as he jumps back into his pants.
“Thanks for a fucking great time,” I say with a laugh. “Would you mind helping me zip my dress?”
“Of course,” he says, and gently brushes his fingertips against the skin of my arm, giving me goosebumps.
He peeks out the curtain and smiles back at me. “Looks like the coast is clear.”
“I can’t believe nobody noticed us,” I comment.
“Me either,” he agrees and takes my hand. “You wanna get out of here?”
“You mean out of the party or this VIP lounge?” I question him.
“Out of the party. Wanna go back to my place?” His eyes sparkle.
“Yeah,” I nod. “Yeah I would actually.”
“Follow me,” he says, and we take off into the sea of people who have no idea that Owen just fucked my brains out in a public place.
Owen
“You know, I’m getting used to this,” I joke as Molly and I dress together inside my master bedroom suite.
“What?” She chuckles as I watch her dress.
“Waking up beside you.” I approach her and graze m
y fingers against her back.
“That feels amazing,” she says, and I feel goosebumps prickle on her skin.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes when I wake up, too.” She grins.
“So, do you have time for breakfast?” I ask as she follows me into the living room where I use a remote control to open my floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall windows overlooking the park.
“Yes, I’m starving,” she admits.
“Me, too,” I agree and rub my chiseled rock-hard stomach that’s still without a shirt yet.
“Great,” Molly says and walks over to one of the windows to look down.
The view is fucking amazing all the way up in the sky on the forty-ninth floor.
“See anything good?” I walk over to join Molly and stand beside her as we both peer down at the Manhattan city streets below.
“I will never tire of this view or the city,” she says.
We lock eyes and there’s fire and heat. The connection between is growing stronger.
I feel like an asshole for getting into this all because I wanted Crystal.
“I know a great brunch place,” I offer. “Come on.” I take Molly’s hand and move her to the front door.
“Um, I mean I love to see you shirtless and all, and as much as I’m sure the restaurant patrons will side with me, the owners might not,” she teases me and points to my bare chest.
“Oh, right.” I grin.
“You have the hottest body,” she laughs and stares at the same time.
“No babe, you have the perfect body, and the perfect face, and you’re the perfect fucking package,” I say.
“Thank you, sir,” she says.
I put on a white cashmere shirt and look at her. “What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She gives me a funny look. “It’s just that your hair is now tousled from throwing your shirt over your head and you look fucking adorable.”
“Oh,” I say and instinctively place my hand on top of my hair.
“Here, let me help you, she says and stands on her tip toes to straighten out my hair. Her fingers are soft and make me feel warm and relaxed. I like the intimacy of the gesture a lot. More than I should.
“There, much better.” She smiles, that fucking gorgeous smile that just does me in.
“Good. Ready to go?” I say, not sure what to do with this weird nervous energy she stirs up in me.
“Yep.”
I lead Molly out by the small of her back and we head out downstairs together.
It’s a beautiful day for a slow stroll in the park. The birds are singing, the grass is green, and the sky is blue. No, I’m not making any of this shit up. The universe is as happy as I am right now in this moment.
We approach a place right on the water and Molly glances up to read its title. “Bread and Butter?”
She eyes me quizzically.
“Yep.” I beam.
“Well, how fucking cute is that?” she says, relishing in the name.
We walk inside and request that the hostess lead us to an outside table so we can enjoy brunch in the warm day.
“Thank you again for last night,” Molly says a few minutes later once our food arrives at the table.
I take a fork and knife and cut into my eggs, taking a delicate and delicious bite.
“Thank you for agreeing to come as my date,” I tell her and take a sip of my mimosa.
“I’m super proud of you,” she admits and wipes her mouth with a napkin. “You really deserve all the attention you’re getting for your films.”
“I’m only half the reason for it.” I wave a hand dismissively. “Did you get to meet my friend last night? Victor Evans?”
For the first time in my entire life, I want to focus the attention away from me, and I have no idea why Molly has this effect on me.
She nods her head. “Yeah, he seems like a really nice guy.”
“He’s cool,” I admit. “He directs all my movies. I would be nothing without his eye for detail.”
“Well I’m sure he appreciates your praise, too,” she offers, and I feel even closer to Molly now.
She’s so gracious and caring, so unlike any of the other girls I’ve dated before.
I don’t know if we’re dating or what but one thing’s for sure—I feel possessive of her in a way that’s unusual for me.
What the fuck am I talking about? Owen Wolfe is never like this.
I’m a playboy, remember?
“Probably, but he’ll be the first to remind me if I forget,” I joke and wink at her.
“You’re still the man behind the curtain,” she says in a reminding tone, dripping with unlimited compliments to apparently shower directly my way.
I take a sip of my drink and study her.
“You mean like the Wizard of Oz?” I tease.
“Maybe…” Molly shrugs. “Sort of, only less creepy.” She laughs along with me.
I feel like I’m in unknown territory for sure. Molly’s heart is genuine. She’s not out for my money; she’s got plenty to spend on her own.
Her beauty is as evident as it was on the first day I met her, but the glow of her surrounding passion fills me more with each day I spend with her.
I know, I’m growing sappy, aren’t I? Maybe that’s the only thing I’m really afraid of.
“I have to admit something to you,” I say with a beating heart, because I’m not used to being vulnerable.
“What?” Molly chews and looks at me quizzically.
“Before I started this film company, failure was always imminently pressing on my mind. I thought I’d try it out and bomb miserably. I just knew the day would come where I’d maybe lose everything.” I can’t believe I’m fucking admitting this to her.
“That day never came, did it?” Molly’s eyes twinkle and she grins.
“No, thankfully,” I sigh and lean back in my chair, feeling full. “I gave up a long time ago on trying to please them. The fear of disappointment is strong when you’re the son of two doctors,” I chuckle.
“You don’t have to tell me what it’s like to be a disappointment to parents.” Molly rolls her eyes and scoffs bitterly.
“I hate to say it, but I’m actually happy we have that in common,” I laugh.
“If I can give you any tips on that,” I point a kind finger “It’s that if you spend your entire life trying to live up to the potential that they place for you, then you’re living their life, not your own.” I say.
Molly’s eyes light up as if I’m telling her the secrets to the universe. “Oh my God, you are totally right,” she says and stares off into space as if she’s digesting this new information.
“I aim to please.” I grin and shrug my shoulders. “The industry I’m creating is something I’m proud of. We’ve come far and we’re heading in a great direction,” I admit.
“You should be proud.” Molly gives me a warm smile.
“Ready to head out?” I ask after I pay the bill.
“I’m ready when you are,” Molly says. We walk out of the restaurant together, only this time it’s hand in hand.
Owen
There are many moments in life where you simply react. It’s almost as though your body has a mind of its own, and all you can do is ride in the backseat until you regain control again. That’s how I feel right now staring at Molly’s amazing body as we take the back elevator up to my penthouse. I have a reason for this.
I need more.
Her clothing perfectly adheres to her curves, and I move in for a kiss.
Her lips.
Her taste.
It all draws me in.
I know in this instant, I’ll never let her go.
She grabs my cock, massaging it between with her fingers.
“I want you to fuck me, baby,” she moans. “Right here in the elevator.”
Fuck yeah. I can get behind that. We are so on the same page.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock first.”
I reach over and press the manua
l stop button on the elevator. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.
“Yes, sir.”
Without breaking eye contact, she gets on her knees while simultaneously pulling down my pants. At that point, she has my full 12 inches right in her face, and she knows exactly how to handle it.
She starts slow. She moves her mouth around the head of my cock while gently moving her hand up and down on the shaft.
Fuck.
Like a beautiful crescendo, she begins taking more and more of my cock. After just a few seconds, she’s deep-throating the full 12 inches. Normally, I’d have to hold the girl’s head in place to get her to choke on my cock, but Molly’s a pro.
After a few moments, she takes a breath but goes right back into taking my cock.
“Tell me I want to hear,” I growl.
“I’m your dirty fucking slut,” she says in between sucking my length.
That really gets me going. I feel like I could come hot loads down her throat. But I don’t. I need her to feel all of me first.
I move on her, spinning her around and pressing the front of her body into the mirror lined elevator wall. That sight is hot as fuck.
I bend down to take off her panties and pull her ass toward me. She arches her back so that her pussy stares me right in the face, already soaking wet. I start circling my tongue around her clit.
She breathes in and out heavily. She’s into it, so I stick two of my fingers in her pussy to really get her going.
“Goddamn…” I hear her moan to herself.
I try to look at her face from the position I’m in. I don’t have the best view of her O-face, but that’s what the mirrors are for. She juts her tits forward. Her back is arched, and she’s massaging her tits like she’s feeling a pair for the first time.
“Take off your bra,” I say.
“Yes, sir,” she replies.
Without missing a beat, she pulls off her shirt and takes the bra with it. Her tits are amazing. I go back to lick around her clit while I move my hands up so that I can feel them for myself.
Molly puts her hands over mine, almost as if to guide me. She’s dripping wet at this point. Whoever cleans the elevators is definitely going to be in for a surprise when they see the mess we’re leaving.
It’s time for me to get a little forceful. I flip her from the position she’s in now so that now her back is against the wall. Manhandling her is my new passion. I spread her legs apart, but she already knows exactly what I have in mind.
