by Alexis Angel
The Daily Journal has just published this bullshit exposé, and now the rest of the press has fucking latched on to the whole thing like hungry vampires. Only one hour has passed since the article has been on the streets, and my office is already swamped with phone calls from journalists from all over the country, all of them calling in to get a comment. Yeah, these motherfuckers don’t even care about checking the facts—all they want is one big juicy comment for them to spin around and turn into money.
“I came in as soon as I heard,” Joyce blurts out, entering my office without knocking. Her hair, usually done in a neat bun, is now a disheveled mess; I guess she checked her phone first thing in the morning and, finding out about this fucking mess, just jumped out of bed and drove here.
“This is a fucking mess, Joyce,” I hiss, grabbing the newspaper from my desk and waving it around, my fingers curled tight around it.
“I hate to do this, but as your lawyer I have to ask… is any of it the truth?” she asks me, and the expression on my face must be a terrifying one, because she just raises her hands up in the air defensively and shrugs. “I had to ask.”
From saying that I pressured Penny to have sex with me, to flat out state that I used her as plant to fabricate a good buzz around my company… Rhoda fucking outdid herself this time. And I can’t help but be fucking pissed that Joyce even had to ask if any of it is true. Jesus, what kind of man do people think I am? Some fucking sociopath degenerate?
“I’m going to sue the Daily Journal so fucking hard they won’t even be able to run a Facebook account after I’m done with them,” I say, tearing the newspaper in half and then crumpling it in my hands. I’m usually cool under pressure, but they’ve dragged Penny into this. And I won’t fucking have that. Not in a million years.
“That’s all good, Magnus, but we have more pressing matters now. The Board of Directors has called for an emergency meeting.”
“Fuck!” I was already expecting that, but not this fucking soon. I figured most of them would still be asleep now (it’s only 7 am, for fuck’s sake) but bad news really spreads like wildfire.
“You don’t need me to tell you what that means,” she whispers, concern in her eyes. Yeah, it’s pretty obvious what’s going on; the board is probably pissing their pants right now. The Daily Journal has created a scandal big enough for the city to reconsider our involvement in the Equinox Tower; and if that contract gets pulled from under our feet, we’re going to be in deep shit financially.
“Yeah, I know what that means, Joyce. And we’re going to need to work out a solution. Fast.” I look at her and sigh, sinking down into my chair. Outside, a light rain is starting, heavy raindrops descending from the grey skies and hitting my office windows. This is a fucking nightmare, and I have no idea where to start fixing this fucking thing.
I could hold a press conference and try to deny all this bullshit, but I guess that would play straight into Rhoda’s hands. I’d have to admit I was, indeed, having sex with my own stepdaughter… And then the press wouldn’t even hear the rest of it. They’d just ask for the bloody details, and spin more lies.
Joyce was right when she chided me about my relationship with Penny. I should've been more careful about the whole thing. I knew Laurel and Rhoda were out to get me, and I should’ve figured they wouldn’t bat an eye to using my own stepdaughter against me. I guess I just never thought Rhoda would stoop this low and use her own daughter as fucking pawn.
Unless… unless Penny played a part in all of this. But, no, that can’t fucking be. She came clean to me, and I trust her. I trust her with my fucking life. But then again, a long time ago I used to trust Rhoda as well. And look how well that turned out.
Joyce sits across from me, wordlessly, and we just sit in silence for a minute, coming to terms with the fucking war zone we just stepped into. If we don’t act fast, my company is going to start crumbling all around me, and all the money I’ve worked so fucking hard for is going to vanish like smoke being carried away by a soft breeze. And, when push comes to shove, my own board of directors won’t hesitate to gang up on me and kick me out of the company I fucking founded.
Yeah, what can I say? I’m not feeling too optimistic right now. And I guess Joyce is feeling the same, judging by the deep lines of concern around her eyes. She’s usually very calm and calculating, seeing everything two steps ahead of everyone else, but now she’s as stumped as I am. And when Joyce’s stumped… Well, when that happens, hold on to your hats; the sky might just come crashing down.
And that’s when I hear the door to my office swing open.
And there she is, the light of my life.
Penny Wright.
Penny
“Magnus, I…” I start to say as I enter his office, but the words I had so carefully chosen seem to slip from my mind. Magnus raises his eyes to look at me, and I can tell that this is bad. Well, I knew it’d be bad, but the look in his eyes tells me exactly how bad. And it’s pretty fucking bad.
Joyce’s there too, and she turns around on her chair to look at me. There’s a disapproving look in her eyes, but it’s not like I can blame her: I’m at the center of this storm, and if it weren’t for me, none of this would've happened. And she’s loyal to Magnus, which I guess is something you couldn’t really say about me until a few months ago.
“Joyce, please leave us,” Magnus tells her, and she just gives him a slight nod and goes up to her feet. She starts walking out of the office, but then she stops a few feet away from me. I almost expect for her to scream out at me, but she just offers me a sad smile.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “no woman deserves this from her own mother.” With that, she reaches for my shoulder and lays her hand there, gently squeezing before she finally lowers her gaze and walks out of the office, closing the door behind her. Even though she never approved of my relationship with Magnus, I guess she somehow feels a bit of compassion toward me. And that’s saying something, when a woman that should hate your guts is more compassionate toward you than your own mother, I guess that’s saying a lot about the current state of affairs.
“Please, tell me you don’t have anything to do with this,” Magnus says with a defeated tone of voice, waving at the crumpled newspaper sitting on his desk. I open my mouth to respond, but he just waves me down and stands up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that. I know you had nothing to do with it,” he continues, and I feel as if someone lifted a few hundreds tons off my shoulders.
“I had nothing to do with it… I swear,” I tell him all the same, hoping that my words help ease his troubled mind. I can’t even begin to imagine how he must feel right now, the future of his company hanging in the balance. And all because of me, just like an idiot I played my mother’s game, carefully setting up Magnus for a fall. In the end, my mother and Laurel really got what they were after.
Magnus walks around his desk and I walk toward him, closing the distance between the two of us. I wrap my arms around his torso and lay my head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat in silence.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, running his fingers through my hair. I just nod wordlessly, and then he holds me tight in his arms. I feel like crying now, a sob threatening to overtake me, but I just choke it out of me.
I never thought my mother would do something like this to me, but lo and behold, she did. She dragged my name through the mud, and only so that she could get her petty revenge on Magnus. Seriously, what kind of mother would do something like this to her own daughter? She chose to side with a woman like Laurel Trask, and all for what? A pat on the back from the mayor?
“And you, Magnus? What’s going to happen with the Equinox deal now?” I ask him, taking a step back and looking into his eyes.
“I don’t know, Penny. I really don’t have a clue,” he sighs, his lips a thin line of worry. “But at least you’re here,” he continues, forcing himself to smile. “At least you’re here.” He leans in, gently brushing his lips against my own, and then h
olds me tight. “I love you, Penny.”
His words are just a whisper, but it feels like someone punched me straight in the nose. I love you, Penny, his words echo inside my head, and I feel my heart racing faster than it ever did. I almost reach for my belly unconsciously, a sudden urge to lay my hand on top of the life growing within it, but I restrain myself. This is not the time for such a heavy revelation.
“I love you too,” I find myself saying though, the words coming out from between my lips before I can stop them. And I wouldn’t stop them even if I wanted to. A war has started, and if there was ever a time to tell him how I feel, it’s now.
“But maybe it isn’t enough, Penny. Maybe love isn’t enough,” Magnus whispers, sadness dripping out of his words. I stare into his eyes in silence, just hearing the rain bat against the floor-to-ceiling windows. “I’m your stepfather… You’re my stepdaughter. What are we even doing, Penny? Forget about my company. This is about you. You have nothing to gain from a man like me.”
“I have everything to gain,” I tell him, hushing him by placing my index finger over his lips. “I love you, Magnus, and I don’t care about the rest. I don’t care that you’re my stepfather, and I don’t care if the whole world hates us both. I can survive all that… as long as you’re with me.”
“I’ll always be with you. If you’ll have me, Penny, I’ll never leave. Never,” he tells me, and I believe each and every one of his words. Unlike my own mother, Magnus is a man who lives and dies by his words. And, God forgive me, I’ve really fallen in love with him. And if I can’t trust the man I love, I can’t trust anyone.
“I love you, Magnus,” I repeat, smiling at him and, just for a moment, forgetting about the storm raging around us both. My mother and Laurel Trask are just a whisper in the wind, political intrigue just a faint backdrop; right now, the only thing that’s real is the man in front of me.
“I love you too, Penny,” he tells me, and my fate is sealed just like that. Three words—I love you—and both our fates become intertwined for all existence.
Whatever comes, we’ll face it together.
As friends and lovers.
As a family.
Penny
Magnus loves me. I love him. The only thing more perfect than that is how we’re losing each other in this kiss. I whimper when his lips are away from mine for a second. It damages my soul to not have him pressed against me. I back him against the wall, press my lips to his, stroke my hands up and down his body. Cup his face. Bring my hands back down and place them over his crotch.
Magnus’s hands never leave my hair, tangled up in holding me tight to him. There’s an aching urgency between us that seems to be an invisible thread holding us together. One we can't allow to break.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my dress down, and the fabric droops over my breasts. I feel my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra, aching for release; reading my mind, Magnus allows his fingers to slide to my back and, with a simple flick, he unclasps my bra.
I tremble slightly as he yanks it off of my body, the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples; then I just sway my hips from side to side, forcing my dress to float down my body and fall around my ankles. I step out of it slowly, my eyes never leaving Magnus’, and then I reach for him with a purr.
My fingers work fast, undoing the knot on his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I flatten the open palm of my hands against the hard outline of his pectorals, my fingers trailing down to feel the grooves between his rock hard abs, and I feel my pussy turning into a wet mess. My thong is sticking to my skin uncomfortably, and I ache to be completely naked and at his mercy.
He feels the same.
Pushing me back against the wall, he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and yanks; there’s a ripping sound and then the thong just slides off my body, my insides clenching as it happens.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, his eyes roaming over my naked body. I grin at him and, biting on my lower lip, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it. I feel his cock straining against his pants, and I can’t wait to set it free. I pull his zipper down with trembling fingers, his cock tenting up his boxer briefs, and then I just move as fast as I can; I hook my fingers on his boxers and tug, sending his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
His cock springs free at once, pulsing with the kind of raw intensity Magnus always has, and there are a few drops of pre-cum glistening on its tip.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as he kicks off his shoes and then steps out of his pants and boxers. Moving so fast he becomes a blur, he presses his naked body against mine and kisses me.
His mouth on mine is more home than anything I've ever known. The taste of his breath, the hum of his moans into my mouth. Him still cradling my head as I'm climbing him against this wall, climbing him like I'm a spider with eight legs instead of just my two hands, my two legs...there's an urgency that we have every time we touch, and if I'm being honest I don't think that urgency is ever going to die.
The hands gripping my hair trail down my spine and grasp my ass with both hands, lifting me up so that my pussy is lined up with his cock. Magnus is harder than perhaps I've ever felt him. That's really saying something with the massive cock he has! I'm grinding my pussy against it, running it up and down my folds, and I'm getting just damned hungry for it. That's the only way to describe it. We're in love and I'm in love with that massive cock. I know exactly what it is going to feel like when I glide down on its full length.
I line my entrance up to his cock now, shivering with my need. Magnus is holding me but doesn't impale me with the same force that he normally would. In fact, he's still letting me be in charge...and I'm happy to be able to ride him as long as I can on that massive cock. His hands are gripping me so tight, but I'm in the driver's seat.
Pulling back from our kiss, my lips bruised from how hard we were kissing, I take in the gorgeous sight of his face. His eyes are so full of emotion that something breaks in my chest, something tense that I didn't know was there. I've never been so happy in my life as I am to see him look at me with love. Adoration, and love. I feel the same. I'm probably going to drool if I look at his perfect face any longer. I mean, I've never seen anyone as painfully handsome as him. The kind of pain that makes your pussy throb...yeah, I slide down on his cock, biting on my lower lip but keeping my eyes locked with his. I can't help but suck in a breath when the enormous head is inside my pussy. Magnus feels so good inside me. I let myself breathe, I take in the sight of his eyes narrowing because he's regarding me with lust, eyes hooded subconsciously and a fire flickering through them the dark orbs of his gaze. Looking at his face could be enough to make me cum. I can't help but shiver just watching him, watching me. I feel my pussy stretching, filling up with him. Slowly, teasingly slow, I lower my body onto his cock.
I see the power struggle in his eyes. Magnus has slammed so deep into me so many times and I know muscle memory alone wants to take over. That dominant, possessive vein that courses the hot blood through his body.
But right now he's along for my ride.
Of course, going slow is a delicious agony for me too. I need to feel his cock so deep inside me I can't breathe. I'm inhaling and exhaling slowly as it is. I focus and take deep breaths because the sensation of his cock filling me up is so much more intense then. The erotic pressure building in my stomach burns hot in my blood, my nerve endings tingling through my body. My legs shake—and he's not even all the way in me yet. I need him so damn bad, but I'm going so slow. I feel my pussy drip down his cock beneath me where I haven't fully swallowed him up yet.
Magnus moans, a needy sound. His fingers grip my ass harder but he uses what I imagine is all the willpower he can muster to not slam me all the way down on his cock. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asks in a breathier voice than he normally has, the tone huskier than normal, too.
"I'm stopping time so you're inside me forever," I say before I think abo
ut my words. That's the truth though. I'm taking a snapshot in time of him telling me he loves me, me telling him the same, and then consummating our love in a way that's so different from all the other times we fucked.
Yeah, I'm that girl right now. I'm so fine with being that girl right now. I'm the girl that's making love, fucking sweet and sassy and all that jazz instead of just fucking like the filthy animals we are.
Don't get me wrong, I fully intend to bring the filth.
But right now I'm savoring every sweet second. I sway my head to the side to kiss his neck. Lick his collarbone just as I'm slowly taking those last delicious inches of him. His cock jerks inside me, a sharp reaction to the need I've created in him. My body is filling up with him and there are practically stars behind my eyes, tasting him and taking him like this.
I roll my hips in an exaggerated, intense motion. The angle of his cock in my pussy is breathtakingly good, hitting me in all the right places. My inner walls are grasping him for dear life. I need to be able to hold him tight like this, all over. My lips press a kiss into his skin. I want to kiss him every day for the rest of my life. I crave the feel of his huge cock in me. The warmth of his skin around mine. The sound of his breathing, the feel of his heart. I lay my head against his chest and I sigh with the kind of contentedness that only love brings. I'm in absolute bliss right now. I keep rolling my hips.
Magnus's fingers press into me and bless him he doesn't take over. He lets me ride him and holds me tight to him all at once. He kisses the top of my head where I'm snuggled against him. I feel so safe in his arms. My body is supercharged with lust and it's burning slowly and deliciously through us both, leaving us in calm cinders and ash as the angles and continuing thrusts bring us both closer to cumming.
Like, we're fucking slowly, but you have to know that I'm still working that cock with everything I have. You know when you're fucking your man, you're owning that dick and making it yours? That's what I'm talking about, wrapping my pussy around him and making us both want to cry because it feels fucking good. The orgasm that builds with that is like lapping waves coming in with the tide. Each lap of the waves against our skin, the pleasure ever building, gets a fraction more intense until everything collides and crashes with us both.
