by Alexis Angel
From my perspective, once I give her my baby batter and she gets knocked up, that seals our deal and I’m home free.
“I can’t believe you’re fucking arousing me in a pair of sweats,” I say and laugh.
“I can make anything sexy,” she says. “Just watch this.
She takes the fork in her hand and licks it, up and down, running her tongue across it. She eyes me seductively.
“Damn, you aren’t kidding.” I shake my head at her amazing abilities to turn me on.
“You should know by now how good I am at working a stick.” She winks.
“Are you talking about driving?” I joke.
She ponders this.
“Driving a cock into my pussy maybe,” she says and giggles with delight because she knows how fucking hot she is.
“You really know how to heat things up,” I admit and pull her by her hips so that she’s sitting on top of me, straddling me.
“Why don’t we take these clothes off?”
“Do you think it’s hot in here?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“Yes…” Our eyes pierce through each other.
“Maybe we can play a little game.” She bites her lips.
“I love games,” I murmur, smiling at her.
I take her hips and grind her on top of me but she squirms, wiggling away.
“Not yet, solider,” she reprimands.
I groan.
“Come on, sexy girl, you’re such a fucking tease.”
“Exactly,” she says and gives me a smug grin.
“My soldier wants to play now.” I’m fucking begging, even though I hate fucking pleading with a hot chick when they know they have the fucking upper hand.
“Your soldier will get his turn,” she says. “We have to play fairly.”
“Okay,” I say, giving in.
“I’m going to state something, and when I do…you either say true or false.”
I lean back on the couch and place my hands behind my head.
“What’s in it for me?”
She climbs off me and stands a few feet away in the center of the room.
“Well…each time you get an answer right, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.”
I sit up. Okay she has my attention. I’m fucking into this.
“This sounds like the kind of game where in the end, everyone wins.”
“That’s why I like it. I think the results will be favorable to everyone involved,” she says and grins, pretending to have the voice of a game show host.
“There’s only one thing I don’t like about this game,” I say.
“Oh yeah? What is it?” She juts out a sexy hip and places a hand there while she pouts playfully.
“I have to guess the answers?” I say.
“Trust me, they’ll get easier as we go along.” She blows me a kiss.
“Well then in that case, let the games begin,” I say and gesture with my hands for her to proceed.
She stands straight at attention and closes her eyes briefly.
“True or false, my favorite color is yellow.”
I study her, trying to see if she’ll give away any clues, but she holds still with her poker face.
“Um, true?” I take a wild guess.
“Yes!” she shouts and jumps in the air.
“Holy shit, I totally swear I’m just winging it here,” I say and then wonder if she’s just saying true, so she’ll be able to remove an article of clothing.
“You’re better than you think you are,” she teases.
“So now do I get to decide what piece of clothing you take off?” I ask eagerly.
“Nope,” she shakes her head. “You just have to wait it out.”
“I fucking hate waiting.”
I pretend to be irritable about that part of the game, but she just continues to shake her head, taunting me and making my cock throb.
“True or false,” she whispers. “I like hanging out with you.”
I laugh.
“I hope it’s true. Otherwise, we’re in a very awkward situation right now.”
“True.” Her eyes gleam but she doesn’t smile.
She’s going into her sexy focus zone; I can see it and smell it in the air. I know this look. I swallow hard, becoming more turned on by the second. She removes her shirt and her pants, leaving only her bra and panties exposed.
“True or false,” she breathes. “I’m wet right now.”
My voice is squeaky. “Can I come check for myself?”
“Answer the question first.” She stares at me and some pre-cum oozes out and makes my own boxers damp beneath my pants.
I need to fuck her, like now.
“True,” I say and gulp as my heart beats frantically in my chest.
“Then come here,” she says and removes her panties.
I slowly approach her, afraid that she’ll run if I get there too fast. Plus, I want the moment to last forever.
When I’m only an inch away, the heat between us fills the room and the silence is sexy and dense with arousal.
Without a word, I place two fingers between her legs and pull apart the pink, sensitive fleshy parts of her pussy lips. Fuck, she’s wet as shit and her juices are warm and silky on my fingers.
She leans her head back and moans softly.
“True or false,” I whisper with provocation. “I want to go down on you right now.”
“True,” she moans softly and her breath tickles my cheek.
“There’s only one thing left to take off now,” I say and unhook her bra.
When she’s completely naked, I stare at her in a trance, captivated by how fucking hot she is. There’s only one lamp on in the room, and the shadows make her figure seem delicate like a ballerina.
“Kiss me between my legs,” she begs. “I want to fuck your face.”
“Glady.” I grin with mischief and gently lay her on the floor by the couch.
I am so fucking ready to dive right in to taste her sweet nectar.
23
Piper
Zane drinks from my pussy like my juices are honey or sweet ambrosia. Nectar of the gods. If he keeps it up at this rate, I'm pretty sure we'll both end up living forever.
Orgasms increase lifespan, after all. At least, I'm pretty sure they do. Fuck, did I make that up just to justify Zane going down on me multiple times every day for the rest of our lives? Even if I did, I guess it's probably one of the sweetest lies ever told.
Because that's what I'm here for right now. Not this crazy-ass contract. Not even Zane's baby batter. This man has me turned on in a way that I haven't felt since David and I first got together. There are butterflies in my stomach and a throbbing sensation in my clit.
This isn't some insane kink. This isn't my biological clock ticking. This is just me, a hot red-blooded American woman, and Zane, a hot red-blooded American man, preparing to make some fireworks together (never mind that the fourth of July was fucking months ago).
I just want him right now. Not his babies, not any corporate bullshit. Just his mouth on my pussy, my swollen and sensitive clit beneath his tongue.
He traps my needy little love bud there against my pelvic bone with the tip of his tongue, rolling it around deliciously. His tongue is almost as hot as my pussy is, and easily just as slick. It makes it hard for him to keep my clit pinned, which feels fucking fantastic. Zane keeps trying to hold it own, and it keeps slipping just out of his grasp.
"Zane," I gasp with urgency, "if you keep doing that…"
"Mhhmmph mmphmm mmpf mmm?" Zane mumbles, not taking his mouth away from my cunt for a second.
"No," I cry out, "I'm going to—Aah!"
My breaths come in tight, hard little gasps and releases. Like a CPR dummy come to life for the first time. And Zane, the perfect bastard he is, keeps tonguing me the entire time.
He doesn't let up for a second, and it prolongs the orgasm for what feels like hours. Days, maybe. Years. Fuck, by the time I finally stop coming for
him, I might open my eyes to find that we're all grey-haired and ancient.
In which case, our stock shares are probably going to fucking rule, but my biological clock will have unfortunately ticked itself right out.
A baby. I want Zane's baby. With that thought in my mind, I take a fistful of Zane's hair and wrench his mouth away from my cunt.
His wet lips release my clit with a soft little pop. Long, glistening strands of my sticky, silky honey connect his mouth to my still-twitching slit.
"Problem, Piper?"
"Put a baby in me, Zane," I command. I use my CEO voice to do it, too. The one that says, ‘Drop what you're fucking doing and make me money!’
After all, isn't that why we're here? Sure, hanging out with Zane is fun. He makes my heart flutter and my panties wet every time I'm within ten feet of him.
But I can't let myself be so easily wooed by his incredible cunnilingus skills. Even if, well, they are fucking fantastic, and my pussy is absolutely begging me to give in to great head.
"Piper," Zane says, chuckling, "I shouldn't have to remind you at this point. When we're fucking, I'm in control."
He slides up my body there on the couch, the single lamp in the room casting an unearthly glow on his tan skin. He looks golden. Like an actual god. Like a bronze statue in a museum, come to life just to make me fucking moan.
"But I want your cum," I whine with my brattiest little pout.
Usually, that works with guys. It only makes Zane smile as his covers my mouth with his hand.
"And you'll get it, you gorgeous little slut." His hands smell like cunt. My cunt. The scent is inescapable, and it only heightens my awareness of exactly how bad I need him right now. "But first, I'm going to take what I want from you. Then, you can have your fucking treat."
Zane Tanner is my treat. Like, honestly. His cum? That's just icing on the cake, excuse the turn of phrase. As for getting me pregnant, that's the cherry on top. I'm ready for my baby batter, and I'll do whatever I have to in order to get it.
And if that means letting Zane Tanner ravish my fucking body…Well, there are far worse fates. I guess I'll just have to soldier through.
"Christ, Piper," Zane breathes, releasing my mouth and dropping back down to his knees. "This pretty little cunt of yours is still throbbing. You come so beautifully, babe. I bet I could finish you off again right now without even trying."
As if to demonstrate, Zane pulls the lips of my pussy apart, lowers his mouth just fractions of an inch away from my clit…and blows. Cool, icy air from Zane's puckered lips washes over my hot, throbbing cunt and I shiver. Full body.
He's fucking right, too. What he did just about sent me over the edge again. If he would just lick me…
But instead, Zane grabs my ass and tips my hips up. I find my knees slung over his broad, incredible shoulders. I've sunk my teeth into those shoulders enough times to know exactly how muscled they are. How perfect.
My legs rest over them like they were made to go there as Zane lowers his mouth, not to my cunt like I thought he would, but to the tight pucker of my ass.
"Zane…" I say in disbelief.
It's not that I don't think I'll like it. It's that, well, it's not something I'm fucking used to. And I'm no virgin. I've done most things. But when it comes to Zane Tanner…
I guess I should used to being constantly surprised.
"Come on, Piper," Zane says with a laugh, nibbling the meat of one of my ass cheeks as I coo and twist and yelp, "don't tell me you thought I would pass up the opportunity to have my tongue in all your sweet little holes."
"I never thought at all," I gasp, somewhere between a plea for mercy and a naughty giggle.
"Oh, sweetheart. Your baby daddy eats ass all right." Zane smirks up at me with a rogue kind of pride. "Tell your friends."
And then, just like that, he dives right the fuck in.
His tongue is incredible. Like, actually fucking insane. He licks the tightness of the hole for a little bit, teasing me into a false sense of security.
It's unlike anything else I've ever felt. So wet. So warm. So fucking delightful that he has me ooh-ing and ahh-ing like an amazed audience at the world's greatest magic show.
Is Zane actually a magician? In the bedroom, at least, I'm totally sold on his magic powers by now.
For his next trick, he makes his tongue disappear in my ass.
It's not like being fingered there. Or being fucked. His tongue is so slippery with his saliva and my pussy juice that, with a little pressure, he slides right in. But it's nothing like having his tongue in my cunt, either.
He's not exactly pushing me directly towards orgasm…but with the way that my clit is throbbing and my hips are bucking in time with every thrust, I'm not prepared to rule it out of the realm of possibility either.
Then he shoves the entire length of his tongue into my ass while reaching up and stroking my clit hard and fast.
I have no choice but to admit it.
There isn’t even a point in hiding it.
I'm intensely orgasming through my clit while Zane fucks my ass with his tongue.
The light from the lamp casts little sparkles and shapes across my vision. Then, when I close my eyes, they dance in gorgeous formations and patterns in my mind. Zane's ministrations leave my body feeling hot and heavy with need. It's like a kaleidoscope behind my eyelids and a party between my legs.
"Oh my god!" I finally cry out, half laughing, half still orgasming as I pat around on the couch for my phone.
"Need something to hold onto?" Zane asks, smirking from between my legs. The entire lower half of his face is glistening with my cum, and I can feel him pumping his erection just out of view.
"Mmhmm," I coo with a giggle. "I need my phone."
"Why?" Zane asks, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"You're right. I do need to tell my friends."
My fingers grasp my phone just as Zane pounces on top of me. But I'm quicker to join my group chat with Molly and the rest of our gal pals than Zane could ever expect.
"O-M-G, guys," I say aloud as I type, rolling back and forth to dodge Zane's prying fingers as he tries to take the phone away. "Zane Tanner…EATS ASS!"
"You little bitch!" Zane says, roaring with laughter as he finally gets his fingers around the edges of my phone. "You didn't—"
"Oh, I did," I say with a grin, swatting his hand away.
We wrestle with the phone like that for a little while, even as my phone buzzes with what I'm sure are messages demanding more dirty details.
But when Zane finally finds himself successfully in possession of my phone, something even more glorious happens.
He drops it and, to my extreme pleasure, fumbles the auto-camera button as he tries to catch it.
Guess what he gets a picture of. Just guess.
"Shit," Zane curses as his crotch lights up with the camera's forward-facing flash. There, thick and heavy and hard, is his cock dangling out of the zipper of his jeans.
It looks like the most gorgeous cover for a smutty romance novel I've ever seen in my life. Or at least, it would be if Rainforest.com allowed something so fucking dirty like that.
I catch a quick glance at it as Zane tries to delete it. I've never seen him so flustered before, and it's actually pretty fucking cute. He doesn't seem like the type to normally struggle with technology, honestly.
All of his blood must be too busy rushing to his other head, I realize. Because what happens next? It's the most hilariously un-Zane thing to ever happen in the history of sexy billionaire bad boys with huge, thick cocks.
"Uh, Piper," Zane says as my phone fucking erupts with notification after notification. "I think I just uh…"
"Oh my god," I say. I'm grinning so hard that my fucking face hurts. "What did you do?"
"Ah," Zane says, rubbing the back of his neck as he passes my phone back to me. "I might have, uh, just sent that picture of my cock to your girlfriends."
"No fucking wa
y."
But when I check my phone, it's fucking true. He's sent it to the entire group chat, and they are losing. Their. Shit.
My phone won't stop buzzing, even when I sit it down on my stomach so I can bury my face in my hands as I laugh uncontrollably.
"Zane, baby," I pant in between laughing fits, "you just made more women happy in five seconds than you ever have in your life."
"I think you're severely underestimating the number of women I've given orgasms to," Zane says.
When I part my hands to look up at him, for some reason, I expect him to be red in the face with embarrassment.
Instead, he's stroking his cock again…and eying my buzzing phone with a dark intent.
"Does it buzz like that every time they send you a message?"
"Yeah," I say, laughing. "Group chat. And with the dick pic we just sent them…they're not going to shut up for a while, let me assure you."
"Mm. Good."
Before I can stop him, Zane grabs my phone again. This time, more skillfully. With purpose.
Oh god. He's figured out what he wants to do with it, and as he trails the vibrating case of it down my stomach, I think I figure out what's coming next, too.
"You wouldn't," I say accusingly.
"Oh, I would, Piper." He positions it just against my pelvis, then dips the corner of it down between my pussy lips with a bastard of a smile. "After all, it's not fair if your friends are the only ones having fun at my expense."
Oh my god.
He's using my phone as a fucking vibrator right now.
Pressing it against my clit.
Punishing me for inadvertently making him circulate the world's most gorgeous dick pic.
And me? Despite myself, I'm fucking loving it.
The messages keep coming in. Just when I'm sure they're going to stop, they pick back up again with renewed intensity.
The vibrations of my phone are just hard enough to send pangs of pleasure rippling through my body but also gentle enough that they're never going to push me over the edge. I feel like Sisyphus carrying the boulder up the mountain—only in this case, the mountain is my orgasm.
And goddamn if I don't want to climb that bitch silly.
