by Angela Blake
“You woke up early again,” she told him as she walked up behind him and gave a hug.
His hand traced across her arms and he said, “Sorry about that. I had to get online and file a few documents. Want some coffee? I made some cappuccino.”
Kayla let go of him, stepped up to his side and took a cup. After taking a sip she smiled and rested her head on his arm.
“You’re in a good mood,” he said. “By the way, you sure it’s okay you’re staying here this long? You sure no one’s looking for you?”
“Why, you want to kick me out?” she asked in response, half-jokingly and half serious.
Dean laughed and then clarified, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want someone breaking down my doors thinking I kidnapped you or something.”
“Oh, but you did kidnap me,” she said in a low, seductive tone. “You got me drunk and then fucked me ‘till I couldn’t walk. Then you kept me here in your castle to fuck me again.”
They both laughed but Kayla realized her joke was somewhat true.
“You little kinky girl,” he remarked before taking a drink of his coffee. “Maybe I should make that a reality.”
“You’re such an evil schemer,” she replied.
“Got to live up to my reputation,” he then told her. “By the way, I do have to go today. I’ve a few appointments I need to attend for work and all. Can I leave you here?”
Kayla shrugged, “I don’t have work until next month.”
“I don’t even know what you’re work is,” he then said. “For all I know you might be a hooker or a porn star.”
“What I do is none of your business,” she told him with a sly look on her face. “The only thing you should care about is what we do together.”
He pulled her in closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “You’re adorable when you’re being slutty.”
“No, you just like sluts in general,” she corrected him. “And for your information, I’m not a slut. Just because I like sleeping with you it doesn’t mean I’ll open my legs for just about anybody.”
“Not anybody but those with deep pockets?”
She punched him in the gut, “First you call me a slut now you call me a whore. Shut the fuck up. I never asked money from you.”
Dean laughed loudly and kissed her repeatedly on the forehead and lips before saying “I know. I just like messing with you. Feel free to do whatever in the house. You get hungry just order something and bill it to my name or whatever.”
“Will you be long?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ll be back before dinner.”
“If you do get back early I might tell you a bit more about my work,” she said, again in a seductive tone. “Who knows, maybe I am a porn star.”
Kayla laughed and Dean gave her pat on the ass. They settled for pancakes and bananas for breakfast. They didn’t have to wait for each other and Dean headed back to the room to get dressed while Kayla finished her meal.
Mere minutes later Dean was gone and Kayla once again found herself alone in his mansion. Of course, that didn’t mean she’d just stay there. After she finished eating she took a shower and quickly turned to her phone. Fortunately, her friend Sofia was online.
“You free?” Kayla messaged her.
“Yup,” her friend replied.
Kayla smiled and typed in “Good. Let’s meet at the usual place. See yah in thirty.”
“K,” was all Sofia replied.
Kayla wasted no time after and started getting ready. She settled for a pair of denim shorts Dean bought for her the day before as well as a pink tank top. It kind of made her feel exposed but she liked it too. She loved feeling wanted and sexy. When she was ready, Kayla took the house and gate keys from Dean’s drawer, as well as her car keys, and left the house.
Chapter Two
“No fucking way,” Sofia said with a wide, shocked expression on her face. She and Kayla were in the parking lot, seated on the curb right in front of Kayla’s old car.
Kayla took a bit off a big chunk from the hotdog she was holding. She chewed for a minute and nodded back at Sofia.
“You slept with Dean Marshall?” Sofia still couldn’t believe. “Okay, now you’re officially a slut. I just got to say it.”
“Fuck you,” Kayla answered as soon as she swallowed.
Sofia gave her a look as if she was stating an obvious fact, “Come on, you know how he is. He basically invented the art of being a man-whore. He’s slept with every bitch that would spread her legs for him.”
“So you’re comparing me to Katie and Jessica now?” Kayla asked before she took another bite.
Her friend sipped some of her soft drinks and then shook her head as she replied, “You’re nothing like those sleazy whores.”
“You just said I’m officially a slut for sleeping with Dean Marshall. Katie and Jessica did too so you’re saying I’m in the same boat as they are,” Kayla explained.
“Okay, I didn’t mean it like that,” Sofia tried to clarify. “I just mean, it’s kind of a weird idea to just go with Dean. You know he’s going to dump you tomorrow for someone else, if he hasn’t already.”
Kayla nodded and finished her hotdog, “I know. I got a few tricks up my sleeve though to make sure he stays around.”
“Oh don’t give me that good pussy, bad pussy bullshit from Game of Thrones,” Sofia groaned.
“That was such a horrible line of dialogue,” Kayla agreed, “but don’t worry. I got something really juicy for him. He’ll never let me go.”
Sofia looked at her friend with a wicked smile on her face, “You’re a naughty little bitch. Tell me what you got in mind. Tell me everything.”
“Well, let’s just accept the fact that we know he’s probably cheating on me right this very instant,” Kayla first pointed out. “He’s probably screwing his secretary, thinking I’m doing whatever in his bedroom.”
“That’s a given,” Sofia replied. “I don’t think Dean can survive five minutes without banging some poor slut.”
Kayla smiled back and then continued, “Well, I’m going to make sure I’m the only girl he needs. I’ve been thinking of all the girls we know he’s been with before so I kind of have this idea of what Dean’s ideal girl is. The kind of girl he always fantasizes about?”
“So you know his type, that ain’t going to help if you don’t fit into the category,” Sofia stated.
“Fortunately, I do,” Kayla said. “He seems to have a thing for short, blonde girls. I also noticed he likes girls that don’t just lay on the bed and spread their legs.”
Sofia didn’t get it.
“He likes girls that know how to fuck,” Kayla explained. “I mean, come on. Katie, Jessica, that girl who works at IHOP?”
“You too,” Sofia told her. She then flicked out her tongue and gave Kayla a wink. “I know you got some moves.”
Kayla punched her friend lightly on the shoulder, “Shut up. Anyway, my point is I know what he wants. I’m going to give it to him. I’m going to over feed his lust until it boils over him.”
“How? If he gets horny all he has to do is walk out the door and any girl would spread their legs for him.”
“I don’t need his money,” Kayla stated. “There’s the biggest difference. I’m not fucking him for cash. He doesn’t have to pay me to fuck me. He won’t need to pay my rent, my bills, or anything for that matter. I’m not fucking him because I need to. I’m fucking him because I want to and I’m going to make sure he gets that.”
“Yeah, I get that part,” Sofia told her. “But how will you do that? You got a unicorn hidden down there?”
Kayla smiled back and said, “It’s all a mind game. Guys leave girls because they get bored or they find someone better. I just have to work around that and keep his cock solely on me.”
“You’re asking for the impossible,” her friend pointed out. “Playboys don’t go by the rules. They make up their own
rules.”
“Now you’re just talking about Jared,” Kayla said in response. “Just because he screwed you over and then dated that bitch Marie it doesn’t mean all of them are like that. Dean is pretty close up there, though.”
Sofia shrugged, “I don’t know. Dean looks like he’s even worse. Is he even worth all the trouble?”
“I don’t know, actually,” Kayla answered. “Honestly, I don’t even think I’m doing this because he’s hot or good in bed. I’m definitely not doing it for cash.”
“Oh my God,” Sofia exclaimed with her mouth wide open. “Kayla Berger, you’re in love.”
Kayla shook her head in denial, “We just met like a week ago.”
“So? People fall in love five minutes after kissing someone. You’ve been watching movies, eating pancakes and fucking him much longer than that.”
“Shut up,” Kayla sharply cut in. “I don’t love him. I just don’t want him to label me as another girl he can dump any time he pleases. He may have gotten into my pants easily but he isn’t going to dump me that quickly.”
Sofia finished her drink then placed it to the side. Kayla noticed and stood up to toss it in a nearby trash can.
“You love him,” Sofia insisted. “I don’t know what’s there to like. Sure, he’s a little hot and he’s rich but not much else. I guess he’s smart, does that count?”
“You dig guys with cocks the size of a baseball bat,” Kayla joked. “Dean’s normal, thank you very much. He’s not one of those weirdoes in porn movies and shit.”
Sofia nudged her friend with her elbow, “He any good?”
“Shut up.”
“He any good?”
“Shut up!”
Sofia laughed and having surrendered, Kayla laughed as well. Dean was good. Maybe that was why she loved him.
Chapter Three
Fortunately, Kayla got back to his house before Dean did. She even managed to clean up a little bit and prepare dinner before his car was in the driveway. More importantly, she got her special gift ready for him. She had a plan to keep this bad boy tied to her and she was going to execute it this very night.
“Kayla?” Dean called the moment he walked through the front doors. “Damn, what’s that smell? It’s so freaking good. Did you cook something?”
“Come in the kitchen,” Kayla called out. She didn’t want to spoil her surprise.
She could hear him taking his shoes off and stumbling around the house. She heard him drop his bag on one of the couches and his footsteps as he walked through the marble tiles in the hallway. When he finally walked into the kitchen she got into position.
Kayla loved the look on his face as soon as he saw her. His jaw dropped and she could feel the instant heat rising in his body the second he grasped what she was doing.
The room had no lights save for the twelve candles Kayla had lit and spread around the kitchen. She was dressed in sultry, lace lingerie she and Sofia purchased earlier. It fully exposed her ass and the cloth covering her pussy had a hole intentionally placed in, exposing her womanhood. To further entice Dean, she had her hair up in a bun, fully showcasing her soft, thin neck, an aspect that she knew turned him on.
“Dinner’s ready,” she said slowly, seductively. “I think you’ll want dessert first though.”
His eyes were on fire and Kayla knew she awoke the beast inside. “Damn girl,” he told her. “I wasn’t expecting to come home to this.”
She beckoned him to come closer with her finger and then bent over a chair, “I wasn’t expecting you to come here at all. You might have been too busy fucking your secretary.”
“Okay, to be fair, I only did her once,” Dean commented nonchalantly as he walked over to her and gave her a soft, playful slap on the ass. He looked over the food for a quick second too and she loved the excitement in his eyes – it meant she got it right and she had cooked his favorite meals.
“Was she this delicious?” Kayla wiggled her hips for him as she asked. This was already getting way out of her league. She had never been this naughty for anyone in her life before. Oddly enough, however, she felt quite comfortable in the lingerie.
She felt his hand caress her back and down to her hips before he began circling his fingertips on her ass. “No,” he answered. “Then again, every girl on the planet can’t really satisfy me. I have an insatiable hunger, you know.”
Kayla turned her head to look back at him as she said, “I know. I don’t really mind if you screw around when we’re not together. I just want you to screw around with me right now, at this very moment, in this very kitchen.”
That was daring to say, Kayla thought to herself. I just told him he can be a playboy all he likes as long as he comes home to me. That’s like saying I’m his poor, sex-deprived wife. Get your game together, girl.
Her words seemed to have struck a chord with Dean, however, as he replied, “Really now? How hungry are you now?”
She wiggled her hips one more time, “Hungry enough that it’s drooling for you. I’m wet and I want you now.”
Dean grabbed her waist with both hands and slammed his groin against her. Even with his clothes still on she could feel his raging member pressing against her exposed flesh and the soft fabric of her lingerie.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, just loud enough to get him excited.
Chapter Four
Dean couldn’t wait. He didn’t even bother taking his shirt off and simply slid his pants off. Looking back, Kayla could see Dean’s large, throbbing member in the darkness and she felt her whole body shake in anticipation. Sure, she would never call herself a slut and compare herself to the likes of Katie and Jessica but she did love what Dean could do.
He didn’t thrust in just yet, even when she knew how anxious he was to pound into her. Instead, Dean took his time and gently rubbed the tip of his manhood against her wet flesh. Her pussy ached for him to penetrate it through the folds but she allowed him to take his time. She wanted him to savor the moment so when he was out fucking some random girl he’d still be thinking of her.
“You’ve got one hell of a sexy back, you know that?” Dean asked as he traced a finger down her spine. “It’s like you were born to get pounded from behind. You should have been a porn star.”
“If I was you’d probably never have the chance to get me,” she told him as she shut her eyes and let him stroke her like a little pet.
Dean reached in forward and began to slowly massage her right breast. It sent shivers down her back and she shuddered in pleasure. Kayla had to fight every urge to not moan out loud. When he gave a squeeze she bit down on her lip and felt her womanhood soak in heat and her own juices.
“I’d buy the studio and make you fuck me just to stay in the business,” he then answered, “like in those casting couch videos.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Kayla asked as she raised one of her hands and began to squeeze her own breast. She had to be careful, however, as she could lose balance on the chair at anytime and slam her head against the dining table.
Dean slapped her breast and gave her nipple a soft twist, “I want to fuck. Raise your hips and keep your head low.”
There it is. There’s the beast.
She did as she was told. Balancing on the chair she kept her head down low and raised her hips up high. He quickly took advantage and grabbed her hips, positioning himself. He held his cock in hand and guided it as he slowly began to press it through her flesh.
“F-fuck,” she moaned as she felt his cock begin tearing through her folds.
Dean pulled out and then thrust again. Repeatedly he continued, each time getting in a little deeper, breaking through the tight walls of her flesh. Each time he pounded in she felt her juices make her walls easier for him to get inside. He got in deeper and soon enough he began thrusting in quicker. It did not take long for him to get into a steady rhythm.
Oh God, Kayla thought. I want him to fuck me. I want him to fuck me
.
She felt a wave of euphoria explode inside of her as he ravaged her from behind, pounding her in an angry rush. He placed one hand on the base of her back and with his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled.
“Fuck!” Kayla moaned aloud as her head yanked backwards. Her mouth gaped open and she began to drool as he continued to ram into her. She shut her eyes and tried to concentrate but the sheer amount of pleasure was flooding over her senses.
Dean held onto her like this, one hand grabbing her hair and the other on her back, and thrust into her continuously like a well-oiled machine. She could feel his thighs slap against her ass and she felt her whole body begin to shake with each rhythmic push.
But she wasn’t going to let him take over just yet.
Kayla, with one hand, pushed back and stopped him in mid-thrust, “Wait.”
He pulled out and looked back at her with a puzzled face. She knew he was on the edge of reaching his peak but she wanted to do so much more before he’d spill his seed and be done.
Without saying a word, Kayla turned around and pushed him down onto the seat she was on. Once seated, she slipped him out of his shirt and sat on his lap. She grabbed his cock and aided it into her pussy. Quickly, she felt his thick rod once again break her flesh from deep within and it almost made her moan and scream in delight.
Once it was inside of her she took his hands and placed them against her breasts. He squeezed and began to kiss her from her nipples to her neck as she slowly began to grind against his body. She swirled her hips around, allowing his cock to dig deep inside of her and each moment felt like she would explode in ecstasy.
Kayla braced her legs around his body and buckled her knees as she began to go up and down, allowing his shaft to slide in and out of her womanhood. She did so slowly at first, watching as his face twisted in pleasure. She bit down on her lip when she saw how it was affecting him and she began to pump her entire body steadily, allowing his cock to engorge her flesh like an animal.
