by Terra Wolf
“Hello, Summer. It’s Abraham.”
“Well, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever call,” she said.
“I’m sorry. Work has been a bit hectic with the acquiring of your building. However, I am taking a long lunch break today. Would you care to join me?”
“That sounds wonderful, where you were thinking?” she asked.
“You leave that to me. I’ll send a car for you. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes.”
“Oh, it’ll take me a little longer than that to get ready. Could you do thirty?” she asked.
“Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets,” I said. “Thirty minutes it is. I’ll see you soon.”
My bear began to grow louder at the thought of her as my driver took me to the restaurant. I decided on a little French place downtown, and I had my driver drop me off before he went to pick up Summer. I got us a table in a private area back behind the restaurant that boasted of a cozy fireplace and a table set for two, and then we simply waited.
I thought about what she might be wearing while I sat there with my thoughts. I wondered if she would paint that ruby red on her lips again just for me. I wondered if she would wear something that accentuated the length of those legs I just had to have. My cock began to tremble at how her skin would taste underneath my tongue, and sinful thoughts of making her strip down so I could eat my lunch off her tits made my entire body shiver. My bear began roaring uncontrollably. I’d never experienced him get this possessive over a woman before.
I was going to have her today. I needed her more than I could stand.
I heard a door slowly open and I stood to usher her in. Summer came around the door with her dark brown hair fluttering around her shoulders, but all I could do was stare at her lips. That beautiful red lipstick brought out the icy warmth of her blue eyes, and as my eyes graced down her body I clocked how short her dress was. I almost wondered if she could hear my bear as he growled in hunger for her.
Oh, holy fuck. We weren’t going to make it out of this restaurant.
“You look incredible,” I said.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she said, smiling.
“Would you care to sit?” I went over and pulled out her chair for her so she could sit down. The way her body sashayed towards mine held my stare, and I couldn’t help but scoot my chair around so I could sit beside her. I wanted to feel her body warmth while we ate, and if I was lucky she would let me dance my fingers along the smooth warmth of her milky skin.
“Again, I had no idea this was back here. Are people going to start having sex soon?” she asked, smirking.
“No. I learned my lesson the first time,” I said.
“Would the couple like anything to drink?” the waiter asked.
“A bottle of your finest red wine, please,” I said.
“That actually sounds wonderful, thank you.”
“My pleasure. So, Miss Summer, how have you been since we last talked?”
“Honestly? Dreaming about this new apartment. I’m starting a new phase in my life and it feels wonderful. How have you been?” she asked.
“Thinking about you,” I said.
“Well, I bet they’ve been nothing but salacious thoughts,” she said, grinning.
“They’re the only ones worth having.”
The waiter brought a bottle of wine to the table and poured us each a glass before he whipped out his pen and pad to take our orders. I decided on the lunch portion of the duck confit and Summer settled with a simple salad. I figured she was probably watching her figure with this new performance gig she had landed at The Wild, but part of me did want to encourage her to get something else. This was the most decadent French restaurant in town, and I was more than willing to pay whatever price was necessary for her to enjoy herself.
But more importantly, so I could enjoy myself between her legs.
The waiter left and I turned my attention back to her. The way her pouty lips upturned into a mysterious grin while she spoke was mesmerizing, and I found myself wanting to lean forward and capture them. I wanted to make the whole of her body mine, and the way she slowly began leaning towards me while I talked told me she wanted the same things.
It was only a matter of getting her to indulge in those feelings.
“Do you always wear that striking red lipstick?” I asked.
“It’s the only color I’ve found that goes with how pale my skin and my eyes are,” she said.
“It really is a wonderful color on you. I bet it really leaves a mark behind, too.”
“That’s why I keep a bit of it in my purses at all times, so I can keep reapplying it,” she said.
The waiter placed our food in front of us and I could see her eyeing me while I ate. I watched her eyes dart to my lips while I chewed my food, and I wondered if she knew how wanton she looked. I wondered if she was aware of how her nipples could be seen through her dress, puckered and ready for my lips to wrap around them. I wondered if she knew her neck was flushing red with lust. It screamed for my lips to kiss it away. To fulfill the want her body was so desperately reaching for.
I took another bite of my food before my hand slowly settled onto her bare thigh, and I was surprised when she didn’t brush off my hand.
“How’s the food?” I asked her.
“It’s, uh… it’s very good. Thank you for-... bringing me here.”
I swirled my fingertips slowly up her thigh and paused when the waiter came back. She cleared her throat and thrust her hand underneath the table, gripping my fingers with hers tightly in an effort to get me to stop. I graced my thumb against her skin while I ordered some dessert for us to share, and as soon as the waiter left I slowly slipped my hand down between her legs.
“Are you a little cold, Miss Summer? You’re shivering. I could give you my coat if you’d like.”
“I-I-I… uh… no, I’m not cold, I don’t think,” she said breathlessly.
I continued my journey as I watched her slowly settle into her chair. I felt her muscles slowly relax, her legs falling open while the heat of her pussy beckoned to me. I danced all the way up her naked thigh before the waiter busted through the door, and she audibly groaned when I ripped my hand away to pluck the dessert from the man’s hands.
“Is there anything else I can get the two of you?” he asked.
“A bit of privacy, if you don’t mind. We’re having a very stimulating conversation, and I would like it to not be interrupted.”
I could feel her eyes heavy on me as the waiter nodded his head. I watched him as he left the room, and the moment the door closed I slowly panned my gaze over to Summer.
The woman with the ruby red lips and long ass legs who was panting ever-so-lightly for air.
“Care for dessert?” I asked.
“I would love some,” she said lowly.
8
SUMMER
I watched him take a small spoonful of whipped cream before he scooped some of the decadent cherry pie onto the top of it. He slowly approached my lips and intentionally missed, smearing a bit of it at the corner of my mouth before the spoon slipped into my mouth. I hummed at how sweet it tasted, how luscious the cherries melted and how the whipped cream coated the insides of my cheeks. For a split second, I had forgotten where I was until I felt a slight warmth at the corner of my mouth.
I raised my hand to cup Abraham’s cheek as his mouth cleaned up the mess he’d made. I turned my head, capturing his lips in a kiss before he pulled me into his lap. He was cocky, arrogant, and knew what he was doing to me. He was confident in a way that should make me crazy, but the moment his eyes opened, and his dark, almost hungry stare met mine I felt my insides give way. I straddled his lap before I went back in for another kiss, but he pressed his finger to my lips and stopped my assault.
“Get on the table,” he said.
I furrowed my brow in confusion but was too entranced with curiosity to disobey. I slowly got up from his lap and cleared myself a place to lay on the table
, then I patiently waited for what he was going to do. I could hear him moving the chairs around before I felt his hands on my ankles, and one by one he placed my feet on the chairs so my legs would be more comfortable.
“Is that better?” he asked.
“Much,” I whispered.
“Good. I want you to be comfortable.”
My body trembled in anticipation. I could feel his hands slowly edge up my legs as the cool air of the room grazed against the wetness of my panties. I wondered if he was going to kneel in front of me and lick me clean. I wondered if he was going to pull his cock out and simply slide my panties aside. I wondered if he was going to trail his hands all the way under my dress and search for my painfully puckered nipples just so he could play with them with his fingertips.
But, he did absolutely nothing that I thought he was going to do. Instead, I saw him reach for the cherry dessert. He dipped his fingers into the sticky goodness before he started painting designs on the insides of my legs. I could feel the whipped cream tainting my skin while the syrupy sugars dripped from my thighs, and then he did something I never thought I would’ve experienced in a million years.
He pulled my panties to the side and pressed the rest of the pie into my pussy.
I heard him drop to the ground and fiddle with his belt buckle while his tongue started dancing along my skin. He lapped up the goodness of the pie he’d just painted my skin with while my entire body arched into him. He cleaned my skin, licking and sucking marking onto me things I’d surely have to cover up for my next performance. He bit and licked, kissing areas that made me jump before he slowly traveled up both my legs.
I couldn’t stop twitching and shaking. My body was on fire as his scruff expertly danced along my skin. He coated my legs in his spit as he ate the dessert he ordered off my body, and the moment he finally got to my pussy I could feel the sugary mixture of my juices dripping down my ass crack. He slowly slid my panties off me, working them off my legs before he toed out of his pants, then he hit his knees again and plunged into my pussy.
His tongue dipped in between my folds, licking up the crusted goodness that had been shoved inside my body. I felt his lips trail down the rounded cheeks of my ass before his tongue found its way to my asshole, and he licked a long stripe all the way up to my clit. I could hear him swallowing everything down-- the pie, my juices-- all of it intermingling and mixing in a taste that made him hungry for more.
I jumped and shook with every flick of his tongue against my swollen clit. Electricity coursed through my veins as my body shook for him, and my heels pressed into the chair while my hips began to roll into his face. I covered him in my juices while his scruff tickled my pussy folds. My hand molded around the edge of the table as I looked for leverage, and by the time I was approaching my end my back was arching off the table and my hips were barreling into his face.
“Yes. Abraham. Holy fuck, please don’t stop. Please, please let me cum. I’m so close, I can-... I can-... oh, yes!”
I flew over the edge just as he shoved his tongue back into my pussy and he moaned as my walls fluttered around him. He pulled my hips closer to his face, gobbling down all the juices I sprayed onto him as my body quaked at his mercy. I panted for air, catching all I could get in my lungs before he finally stood up, and I could see the massive cock he had standing at attention.
His precum glistened for me, taunting me with its goodness, and I knew exactly where I wanted it. I held out my hand and he grasped it, helping me up off the table as my world began to tilt. My head hurt with the force of my orgasm making me groan, and I felt my forehead collide with his chest while he ran his hands through my hair.
“Deep breaths,” he said. “Just take deep breaths.”
When I finally collected myself, I jumped off the table and hit my knees. I took his throbbing cock between my lips just as he settled back down into a chair, and my hands wrapped around his thick, chiseled thighs while his cock throbbed against my teeth. Never in my life had I ever sucked off a cock this big, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take all of him at once.
I wrapped my hand around his base, no longer able to unhinge my jaw any further, and I began to hollow out my cheeks with suction while he ran his hand through my hair. I could feel his balls slowly hanging lower, filling themselves with his inevitable release. I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling his legs jump with every swipe of precum I swallowed.
I raised my eyes to look at him and found him staring down at me, and the look in his eye made my body tremble. He seemed primal. Strong. Determined with just a hint of vulnerability.
I wanted to make him come undone at the warmth of my mouth, so I slid him all the way to the back of my throat and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Soon, he began to thrust. His hands stopped their ministrations and curled into my hair, and soon my face was nothing but a warm place being used for his pleasure. I dug my fingernails into his thighs while he fucked my face, and I moaned in ecstasy as he commanded my entire body. His grunts and groans fell from his lips, covering my body in their salacious sounds while my throat began to close around him.
And that’s when I felt his legs begin to shake.
“Summer. Holy shit, you feel so good. Just like I thought you would.”
He gave my throat one last thrust before his balls pulled into his body. I took him down the back of my throat as my lips touched his pelvis, and I pressed a kiss to his skin and stained him with my red lipstick. I felt his hot streams of cum pump down my throat while his body unraveled in the chair. I gulped him down, reveling in his taste before I slowly removed him from my mouth, and as his head lobbed back in the aftershocks of his orgasm, all I could do was stifle a giggle.
My lipstick really did leave a hell of a stain behind.
9
ABRAHAM
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I stretched my arms and welcomed the morning sun upon my face just as the soreness began to trickle down to my toes. I could feel the bruises on the backs of my thighs from where Summer’s fingernails had dug into my skin, but I could also smell her beautiful pussy still on my lips. She had tasted just like I thought she would, but I still didn’t get to feel those long legs wrapped around my waist. The moment she hit her knees and wrapped her lips around my cock, I knew I couldn’t resist her.
The contrast of her crimson red lipstick against my tanned skin drove me wild. Her lipstick left streaks on the veins of my cock that were throbbing against her teeth, and the moment her eyes raised to connect with mine I knew I had her. My bear roared in dominion over Summer. She wanted to service me, wanting to gobble me down and never let me go, and he knew it.
I raised up and looked down at my skin and smiled when I saw the red hadn’t faded from my skin just yet. It was a reminder of what had transpired. A reminder that it had actually happened. That I’d brought the mesmerizing stage performer to her knees while she sang around my cock.
But my bear growled in discontent. It was surprising because he usually came, conquered, then scoped out the next piece of ass. Seemed as though with Summer, he wasn’t ready to let her go, not just yet.
I got up and threw on some jogging clothes before I headed down to the gym. The state of the art gym in my building housed every single piece of equipment you could imagine. It took up an entire floor, and every single time I walked in there was something new to be seen. Last week they had upgraded all the treadmills, and this week it looked like they had replaced all the weights for the weight lifters. I interchanged weight lifting to keep my muscles lean and strong with cardio to keep my core as ripped as I could. Today was a cardio day, but there was a part of me that simply wanted to crawl back into bed and keep daydreaming of Summer.
Summer and her lips and her long, long legs.
“Were you at that party last night?”
“I wasn’t, but the guy above me was. Apparently, the man wasn’t even there.”
“Wait,
the host of the party wasn’t at his own party? The fuck’s that about?”
I listened to the conversation going on in front of me. I had my earbuds in, providing the illusion I wasn’t eavesdropping, but my music was paused so I could hear them better. There were rumors that circulated about the billionaire that lived in the penthouse suite of our building. Rumors of sex parties and endless libations that flowed until people either got sick or passed out. Some of the people in the building had personal stories of sleeping on the man’s cloud-like carpet while others had stories of the crazy things they would encounter while they were there.
One time, there were rumors that the billionaire up top had a horse flown in specifically to take pictures with. Just had it fucking airlifted onto the top of the building. But, that was the thing about him: no one knew who the fuck he was. No one knew what he looked like, his name, or even if it was a man. No one knew who lived at the top of this fucking building, and I couldn’t wrap my head around why. Why all the secrecy? If you have money and want to flaunt it by airlifting a fucking horse onto the floor, why the hell would you want to keep that secret? The pussy that man could slay if women knew who he was would be astounding.
For someone who didn’t have issues spending money, he sure as hell had issues with people knowing his identity.
“Do you think the owner has ever been to one of his own parties?”
“I don’t even think someone lives there. It’s probably just an old room people rent out to throw parties. Remember that massive orgy last month? I bet it was someone’s idea but they didn’t wanna claim it, so they blamed it on some ‘mystery tenant’.”
“You think people are renting out the penthouse suite and throwing parties they’d be embarrassed of?”
It was honestly a decent opinion. It was a hell of a lot better than some of the other rumors that circulated sometimes. For a while there, people thought an ugly-ass hunchback had secluded himself from society. When I first moved in, people were convinced that spies were outfitting the penthouse to spy on them and take their money.
