That quick fuck didn’t smother the fire. It kindled it.
“Of course there is, doll. Shall we head back to the limo?” I ask eagerly.
“We shall,” she responds. She takes my hand, and we make our way to the car.
We walk quietly, enjoying the sounds of the outdoors. The wind is whistling, there are leaves crunching beneath us or tumbling in the wind, and to top it all off are the various sounds of people and cars finding their way out and about tonight. It’s pleasant.
When we arrive back at the limousine, I am quick to pull the door open. It’s important to me to be chivalrous to a lady; there’s not enough gentlemen out there. She climbs in, and I follow suit.
As I lean my body down to get into the car behind her, her ass is sticking right in my face. Holy fuck, what an ass. I have an overwhelming desire to introduce my face as her seat.
I swallow down my own desire for a moment and allow her to get comfortable in the car, sitting next to her and rubbing her leg once my chauffeur starts driving.
“I do hope you’re enjoying yourself, Claire. I want this to be a pleasant evening for you,” I say sincerely.
“I wouldn’t be here with you still if I wasn’t enjoying myself, silly,” she responds.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I reply, grinning.
She smiles at me, and I don’t know if she’s trying to get my dick hard with that smile on purpose, but it’s working. My hand grips her thigh tighter. I casually move my hand up to her ass and start caressing the side of it.
I lean in and kiss her passionately. She opens her mouth and allows my tongue to greet hers. As they dance together, I pull her body on top of mine.
She sits on my lap, straddling my legs. Her pussy is grinding against my cock through our clothes as we make out. My hands run across her back until it reaches that that plump, sexy ass.
She rolls herself off of the seat of the limo and sticks her ass out, kneeling on the floor. She takes her dress off, revealing her perfect curves, before settling on all fours on the floor, with her legs parted slightly.
I bring myself off of the seat and down to my knees on the floor in front of her. I hook my fingers on her panties before sliding them down her body.
I guide them off of her feet and throw them behind us. She looks back, grinning, before wiggling her big, round ass.
I grab a cheek in each of my hands and grope her flawless ass, enjoying every inch of her skin against my fingers. I rub my hands over the surface of her butt and trace my fingers through the crease where her ass meets her thighs.
I spread her butt cheeks apart, revealing her tiny, puckered butthole. I bring my face in and flick my tongue against it.
She moans for me, and I give it another flick, this time harder, before inserting my tongue just slightly into her ass. She responds by arching her back and relaxing her hole for me.
I go in harder, pushing my tongue in and out of her asshole. I slather my saliva all over her hole, getting it primed for something more intense.
I kneel for a moment and unzip my pants and lower them, unleashing my cock. It’s already rock hard. I rub my spit on it, lubing myself up.
Claire moans loudly as I enter her. My cock glides right into her tight, tiny asshole, and I love every second of it. She pushes herself onto me, impatient for me to shove my full length inside of her.
I grab her hips and thrust in and out of her ass. She has her face down to the floor and is whimpering and panting at the feeling of my cock in her ass.
“Fuck, Liam fuck yes, fuck.” She’s almost incoherent, clawing at the floor and moaning my name repeatedly.
Fuck, I love hearing her moan for me. Listening to her enjoy my cock, feeling her submit to me—watching her lose it on the floor of my limo almost makes me cum then and there.
Still inside her, I lift her to the seat and spin her over. Her ass hangs from the edge of the seat. Her legs are spread wide to either side.
I take my forearms and push them against her legs, getting an even better angle for my cock to bury deep inside her ass. I watch her eyes and mouth widen as I fuck her hard and deep.
“FUUUUUUCK!” she screams. I manage a chuckle as I fuck her mercilessly, my pelvis slamming against her.
Within moments, Claire is squinting and screaming, “I’m coming!”
I eagerly welcome her orgasm and continue fucking her as she breaks out in short, frequent pants and moans.
She cries out, moaning loud. As she climaxes, I feel my cock pulsing, my own orgasm imminent.
Claire brings her hands up to her jiggling tits, and gropes them hard as I thrust into her. As her fingers twist her nipples, my own build-up releases, flooding Claire’s ass with my cum.
I shoot load after load inside of her, watching her face as her ass fills with my cum. She’s delighted, smiling and biting her lip at me.
What a sexy creature this woman is. My god.
I can’t wait to get back to my house with her to show her what else I can do to her.
I pull my cock out of her and watch as my cum leaks out of her asshole. She catches it with her finger and sticks it in her mouth.
She swishes it around some before swallowing. One single word is enough to have me at full attention and ready to go again: “Yummy.”
Claire
Liam looks at me with such hunger as we arrive at our destination. I know at the back of my mind that to some degree that we would end up at his house, but I’m so glad we’re here now instead of any other leg of our date.
He’s done so much to build me up, and I’m raring to just let go and be crazy with him behind his own private, closed doors.
He fixes his cock and pushes it back down innocently into his pants quickly as his chauffeur comes around to open the door for us. We smooth down our appearance like nothing happened. We exit the limo and Liam brings his arm around my waist to start our walk to the door.
“Thank you,” he says to the driver. “Shall we?” he asks me.
“Please, yes,” I respond. I don’t know if I could sound any more ready if I tried.
As we walk, I marvel at the beauty of the home. His front lawn is beautifully landscaped, and the path to the house is well laid and appropriate for the overall look.
He opens the front door, and inside is just as beautiful, if not more so, than the exterior. The walls are off-white, there’s tasteful decor in the hall, and the hardwood floors are immaculate.
Liam leads me to his kitchen, which houses the mini bar.
“Would you care for a glass of wine?” he asks. I nod and smile. He smiles back and pours a deep red wine into two glasses and hands me one. I accept it and take a sip.
“Is something wrong?” he asks, concerned.
“No, nothing at all,” I respond.
“Are you sure?” he persists, and takes a sip from his own glass. “Don’t you like the taste?”
“Oh, no. The taste is fine. It’s delicious in fact,” I say, reassuringly. “I suppose I’m just hoping for some dessert.”
Liam has caught my drift. He sets down his glass and takes mine from me to set it on the counter behind us.
He comes over to me and kisses me, leaning me against his island. His hands come up to my tits and he massages them. My nipples grow hard at his touch.
I toss my arms around his neck and he moves his hands from my breasts to my ass. He squeezes it tight, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. My body has been craving for him, the moment we set foot on the house and I don’t know how much longer I could wait.
He lifts me up completely and sets me on his counter, and his hands run between my legs and part them. He rubs my thighs up and down as we continue to make out.
His head moves down my body, kissing down my neck, to my collarbone, to my chest...all the way down to the tops of my thighs. Liam lifts my dress enough to fit his head under it. He grazes my clit with his nose and I shudder. I think to myself...yes.
He licks from my pussy lips up to
my clit and starts to suck it hard. I whimper in delight and lean myself back against the counter while he goes to town on me.
Fingers sliding into my pussy, he finds my G-spot and grinds against it hard. My toes inevitably curl. The pleasure I’m experiencing is better than any dessert we could have had anywhere else.
I move my arm to bring my hand to his hair and accidently knock his wine over onto us. I gasp and bring my hands to my mouth in shock, mortified.
He looks up at me, licking his lips. He doesn’t hesitate.
“Well, now I guess we’ll just have to shower then, huhh?” And he winks.
I look down at him and smile.
“Well if that’s the case, I guess I need to be dirty first.”
His face shows his confusion at my remark.
I hop down from the counter and take him by the hips, spinning him against the counter. I pull his cock from his pants and start twirling my tongue on the head of his cock.
He moans at me, happily. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and meet it with my lips. I stroke and bob him, sucking hard. Caught off guard by my impulsive actions, he feels ready to blow at any second.
Quickly, I pull him from my mouth and jerk at his cock, teasing my own tits with my other hand and biting my lip at him. He breathes heavy down at me, his hands gripping the countertop tight.
As he looks down at me, he rolls his eyes back and shouts.
“Claire, I’m coming!”
I ready my face and let every drop of cum land on my forehead, nose, lips, and cheeks. I continue stroking until there’s no more space left for the loads to find in my face.
I sit there for a moment, smiling at the massive amount of cum I’ve just collected on my face and he smiles back down at me. I stand and brush my dress flat against my legs.
Liam takes my hand and leads me to his stairs. We climb to the second floor and walk through his master bedroom to the bathroom ensuite.
I wait near his vanity, taking a look at Liam’s handiwork. I look like a class A slut and I wouldn’t have it any other way tonight. I want Liam more than ever, and I’m going to have him right here in his house.
He approaches me, wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me to his stand-in shower. We both walk in, the water hitting our bodies at just the right temperature, soaking our bodies nicely.
I stand under the showerhead and allow the cum to roll from my face down my body and eventually circle the drain. As I cleanse my pores, I lather a loofah with some soap and start rubbing it against Liam’s skin.
He takes another sponge and returns the favor. Our bodies are covered in suds, leaving just enough of us hidden from each other to be a tease.
I press my soapy tits against his bare chest and lean in to kiss him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and caresses my wet, slippery body.
His hand travels between my legs and he lifts one up high and positions his cock at my cunt.
Before I know it, he thrusts inside of me, deep. I moan in ecstasy and lean my head back and close my eyes, absorbing the sheer pleasure.
I feel him take my other leg up, and he has me wrap my legs behind him. As I sit pretzeled around his hips, I take it upon myself to grind on him back.
He moans at me, and we establish a perfect synchronization to our fucking. When he thrusts in, I grind down. When he pulls back, I pull away. It’s amazing and it pushes me right to my limit.
Between the spectacular fucking and the steamy, hot water I’m on the verge of climaxing right here and now. Liam leans his head in and starts sucking on my neck and collarbone, forcing tingles all through my body.
My cunt throbs and I explode like a rocket taking off, and experience new heights of pleasure. It just never gets old for me no matter how many times I have him. I clench onto Liam, and right as I come all over his cock, he comes for me.
He fills my pussy with his hot, creamy cum. I feel so full and I can’t hold it all in. As fast as his cum shoots into me, my pussy forces the excess right back out. I love it, and hold myself in this moment for as long as I can.
As we both come down from our highs, we finish rinsing our bodies off. Liam opens the shower door and exits, and hands me a fluffy white robe, and has slippers already waiting for me. Funny, it’s like he planned for me to shower with him all along.
Once our robes are on, Liam gives me a strong, caring hug and he kisses my forehead. We travel back downstairs, and we sip more wine on his couch, right in front of a freshly prepared fireplace.
I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect evening.
Claire
I wake up in Liam's bed and feel fabulous.
The sun is shining through his floor-to-ceiling windows.
There's no need for curtains, blinds, or privacy up here. We're so high in the sky that no one can see in.
He was right in saying last night that I would adore his penthouse. I'm not impressed by money, but it's decorated perfectly.
I know he hired someone to do it, but Liam has good taste. He has a talent for design just like I do. I guess that makes us sort of great together.
Liam impressed me last night. I got to know the man behind the myth. He’s romantic, tender, and endearing. At the same time, he's extremely dominant and I love that quality about him.
I'm not going to get swept away though. I'm still keeping him at a safe distance. I know that things with Liam probably won't last. I'm not that naive and I'm trying to protect my heart at all costs. It's necessary when you're with a guy like him.
But for now, I can bask in the glow of the morning sunlight. I stand up, naked, and walk over to the view. I peer out at the city that seems so small from up here.
"Damn," he says waking up. "Now that's a view I'd like to see every morning. You look fucking awesome."
He's referring to my tanned skin and my heart-shaped ass that I work hard for every day. I have one of the best personal trainers in the city. I work to look like this and it's definitely worth it for moments like these. Liam can't seem to tear his eyes away from me.
"Got any coffee?" I ask.
He points to the little mini fridge in his master bedroom. I open it and see a bottle of cold brew that has my name on it.
I take out the drink and saunter back over to his bed. I get in and cuddle up next to him. His rock hard body doesn't escape me for a second. I already want more of him. He's addictive.
I hand him the bottle so he can have some coffee. We share it.
"So what are you doing today?" I ask.
"I'm afraid I have to be at the office. There's just too much work that has to be handled," he says. "In fact, I should probably get into the shower."
"Yeah, me, too. The work is overwhelming. But at least it's exciting work."
He takes his laptop from the side table and it consumes his attention. It piques my curiosity and I wonder what he's looking at.
I pull my legs up to my chest and sip my cold brew. Being in the penthouse like this with such good coffee is really the perfect way to start the day. Liam certainly lives the life.
"Okay," he says, putting his computer down on the bed. "I have to jump in the shower or I'm gonna be late."
I watch his tanned, toned ass leave and it's like the hottest view ever. Liam looks like a golden god, the perfect specimen of a man.
Once I hear the shower water running, I get a shameful idea. His computer is just sitting there open on the bed. This is my perfect opportunity to implement what Charlotte and I discussed. I could just take a peek and see if his design ideas are on there.
I know I have to hurry because his computer might sleep soon and I don't have the password. If I'm going to do this, I have to act fast.
I make an executive decision in the moment to look. If he comes, in I'll just say I'm checking my email or something.
With trembling fingers, I move the mouse around his computer until I find the folder marked Velvet Luxe.
For a moment I hesitate, but then I push past it and click open
the folder.
It's all there. All his company's design ideas and notes, pages and pages of information are set right before me. It's everything I need to know.
I begin opening different documents. I see their plan. The idea is to set the campaign in the city with models frolicking in the snow. His designers note using lots of deep tones of reds, blacks, and purples.
His campaign hasn't deviated very much from the one his assistant presented at the initial meeting with Velvet Luxe.
I look through the various documents and my heart sinks a little as I realize what I've done. I'm realizing it was wrong to do this because my ideas are better than what Dignity Creative has.
I didn't even need to spy. My campaign is set apart from his already. I will shine.
This gives me a new sense of self-confidence but also I fear that Liam will find out what I've done. I've officially spied on him.
No, nothing is set between us. I'm not even sure he cares about me in any real way. But the sheer fact that I did something this shady makes me feel bad about myself. I pride myself on having integrity and this is definitely not something that my moral code allows me to do.
I quickly log out of the folder and get back to the page he was on. Then I leave this computer alone on the bed, making it look untouched.
I'm slightly trembling, so afraid that Liam will find out. I hear the shower water turn off and after a couple minutes he comes out wearing just a towel around his waist.
Those rippling abs and that chiseled face get me every time.
"Do you want to take a shower?" he asks.
I fumble over my words. "Yes, um, yes. I should probably do that. Thanks."
I walk over towards him naked and he strokes my body with his large hands. He cups my breasts and kisses me tenderly.
I'd like to say the sensation is enough for me to forget about what I've just done, but it isn't. I feel a tremendous amount of guilt.
I walk into his oversized master bath and step into the shower. I make the water hot, hotter than it should be. Maybe the pain of the heat will dissolve the pain of the remorse I feel inside.
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