WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  Carter watches me with a lustful glare and I know he’s enjoying the show. Occasionally he’ll groan, or close his eye as the pleasure becomes too much. My favorite is when he reaches up to grip my hip, topping from the bottom as he steers me to where he wants me to go.

  I absolutely love his control and go wherever he wants me without any pushback. My body is his, and seeing him react to me only makes me want to explode around him again. As if he can read me, always knowing my body better than I do, he lifts to a sitting position, taking my breast into his mouth as I continue to grind on him, taking his length deep inside my velvet.

  “You’re gonna cum for me,” he growls and I moan in agreement as the waves in my belly build yet again. He has already dominated me, and now as I try to impress him, he’s flipped the rules as usual, always in control.

  Lifting his hips, he meets me as I grind, thrusting deep inside of me in sync with my rhythm. We’re moving as one, our limbs intertwined as we twist in wave in the center of his bed, the sheets in a complete mess. I can’t focus on anything other than the sensations of my climax about to explode.

  Carter has always driven me up a wall with his teeth, so when he tugs on my nipple, while plunging into me slowly, it's my undoing and I explode around him, cumming long and hard as I scream his name, rocking back and forth until I can no longer lift myself thanks to the trembles in my legs.

  “God, you’re amazing,” I sigh as he flips me over, laying me on my belly while positioning himself behind me.

  Exhaustion is taking over and I feel weak from all of the output in addition to the outpouring of my climaxes. Still, I want more of him and glance back to see him admiring my body as he kneels between my legs.

  “See something you like?” I tease.

  “No, just someone I love,” he winks at me.

  How on Earth did I turn Carter Blaine into a romantic? I’ve watched his show for years and never once heard him say anything sweet to a girl, but he's always complimenting and swooning over me. I can’t even begin to understand how I managed to hit such a jackpot. I’m so overwhelmed by his deep affection for me.

  I know, it’s not new and he’s told and shown me that he genuinely cares for me over and over during the course of our relationship, but everything seems different now. It’s like today is the beginning of something new and I'm just over the moon with how deeply I feel for him.

  Sure, I’ve been in love before and this should be no different, but it is. He is so much more to me than anything from my past. He loves me more than anyone else ever has, and he knows more about me than I’ve ever shared. We have a deep connection that can’t be broken by anything and that is more arousing than anything he can do with his body, because he turns me on with his mind and that is even more impressive. Waiting for him to enter me, I take a deep breath, trying to garner another boost of energy to push me through to the next level. Carter can fuck for hours, and I know this will be one of those marathon sessions.

  With my legs closed, Carter lifts my hips just slightly, my ass raised in the air. Sliding his slippery cock, coated in my cream, back into my pussy, he sinks into me. As he pulls out and slides back in smoothly, an erotic sound of creamy smothering emits from our bodies. Pressing down on the small of my back, he fucks me so hard, slamming into me from behind.

  My body is completely at his mercy, unable to even prepare for the collision since I have no leverage, my legs closed, and my upper body flush against the bed. With his hands tightly gripping my waist, he thrusts into me hard and fast, his steel manhood penetrating me with long strokes.

  “Oh God!” I yell. I’ve never had it in this position and I think it might be my favorite. Of course Carter would be the virgin that’s turning me out on his first try.

  “You like that, baby?” He growls in my ear as he presses down on my back so that my ass is higher.

  “Yes! Oh, Carter!” I cry, his length so far, so deep in my pussy, I can feel him in my chest.

  “I’m gonna cum so hard for you, Ashley. Just give me this pussy, baby,” he grunts, his rhythm speeding up as I struggle to hold my ass his in the air.

  “Fuck! Baby! Ahh!” I cry, and he growls as he tears into me quickly. He knows I’m building towards another explosion, he always knows. My body gives him signs in ways that only he can feel and he reads me like a book every time. When he leans down and kisses my shoulder, I’m sure I’m going to cum again, he’s pushing me towards the orgasm I didn’t even see coming.

  “Yeah, baby,” he growls as my hips take over, lunging back to meet him.

  “Harder!” I beg, my body dangerously close to erupting.

  “Ungh! Throw it back, baby!” He yells and I do just that. My hips buck and I grip the bed sheets in my fists for leverage to shove myself onto his cock as he fucks me into oblivion.

  “Yes! Carter! Fuck me harder, baby! Please!” I beg and he instantly lifts up, holding himself on his hands, which rest on either side of me. His hips begin lunging forward, burying his cock in my tight pussy as I cry his name loudly.

  He’s growling with each thrust and I think he might be losing control as well. I’m so eager to feel him combust inside of me, I’m almost more excited for his release than I am for my own, and there’s nothing new about that.

  “Fuck! You feel so fucking good! Give it to me, Ashley! Stop fighting!” He orders, and as always I cum on the spot, a slave to his commands.

  My body drops limp as the orgasm pours out of me, but Carter doesn’t stop. He humps me into the quivers in my pussy stop completely, and then he flips me over again, so that I’m on my back. My legs fall open for him, and without any delay he slides right back inside of me.

  “Oh, baby,” he groans as he's still inside me.

  His length is too long, too thick to just stay still. It actually pains me for him to not move, so I try to urge him forward with my legs, but he’s stubborn as he digs deeper. I know he’s trying to mark his territory, but I’m desperate to feel him surge forward.

  “This is mine,” he grunts, confirming my suspicions.

  “Yes, baby… I’m all yours, Carter,” I assure him, leaning forward to kiss him.

  “I want you to curve to me,” he explains before taking my mouth passionately.

  My arousal is still fresh on his breath, and tasting myself turns me on. It’s so erotic and sexy, knowing he was just pleasuring me with his mouth and now he’s digging me out with his cock while he tastes my cream on his tongue.

  Thankfully, his body begins to rock, slowly inching in and out of me, the sounds of my juicy pussy loud in the silence of our bodies. I’m oozing with cream after so many orgasms and hours of arousal, and he’s enjoying the fruits of his hard labor, increasing his speed until his body is lifted as he slams into me faster.

  “Oh God! Yes, Carter!” I yell, my stomach muscles clenching with eagerness as I lift my ass off of the bed to meet his thrusts.

  I come alive to his movements, no matter how tired I am. Something in me accelerates whenever he rocks into me, I guess it’s my addiction, because I surely can’t get enough of him. And now that he can fuck me, I think we’ll be doing this every morning and every night. Nothing compares to him plunging into me, stretching my pussy to handle all twelve inches of his magnificent cock.

  Forcing myself to stay focused, rather than do what I want and jump down to shove his length into my mouth until he explodes against my tongue. God, there’s just something about tasting his release that makes me go weak. This is probably another indication of the severity of my problem, because I’m daydreaming about sucking him off while he fucks me harder and harder.

  My legs shoot into the air as he lifts himself up and falls into me. My body gripping him each time, squeezing him as he slides out of my juicy sex. He’s grunting louder and I know he has to be close to his own climax, holding off as long as he could to please me. His love for making me cum is such a turn on, but let's be honest, everything about him turns me on at this point.

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arter’s obsession with me, and my enjoyment and pleasure is what really makes me cum each time. I cum for him, not the sex or the feelings from the penetration. It’s his voice, his instruction, and his desire that push me on, causing me to lose control each time. I love the influx in his voice when he begins to plead and moan, almost squealing with delight. That’s what makes me weak, not the physicality of it.

  So when I hear him begin to lose control, I pick up my own vigor, slamming into him as I lift my pelvis. He’s desperate now, control evading him as his body takes over, his animalistic need to cum driving his hips into me so roughly that our bodies make a clapping sound as they clash together. Grunts accompany every plunge, and he’s moving so fast I can no longer grip his cock, he’s in and out too quickly.

  “Yes, Carter! God, you feel amazing! I love you, baby!” I cry, and my declaration seems to give him a boost of energy because he surges even harder and faster, his arm locked beneath my knee, holding my leg up so that my pussy spreads for him. He feels indescribable rocking into me, and knowing that he'll lose himself inside me only increases my own race to climax.

  As always, the fear begins to build. After so many orgasms, it’s scary to feel the waves building so immensely, questioning if my body can even handle another explosion after the way the last one wiped me out. Of course its out of my control, because I’m desperate to chase after the pleasure, regardless of how weak my body feels.

  He’s driving into me recklessly, his hips bucking like an animal. My legs are spread as wide as they can go, my hips sore from the pressure and my pussy creaming with every pump. Carter is going from grunting to growling to groaning, his abs tight as he crashes into me. I know he’s only a few strokes away, but I wasn’t expecting his orders.

  “You’re gonna cum with me,” he says and I know he means it.

  Closing my eyes, I focus on the waves building in me. Thinking back to all we’ve been through in these short weeks, I feel the orgasm take on new life. This is more than sex, it’s the culmination of so much fantasizing and dreaming. It’s what I’ve wanted for so long and its finally happening.

  From first watching his show to dancing for him in that private room. He was so sexy, so unattainable, but I could see the effect I had on him within minutes. His cock was bulging before we even made it to the private room. I got him off so quickly when I decided it was time for him to explode, and he was dead set on returning the favor even though I didn’t care.

  It was nothing like his previous experiences with women, and he was nothing like my previous experiences with men. After weeks of waiting and teasing it was all finally happening, and not a moment too soon. Hearing him lose himself inside me was the most satisfying sound in the world. With my eyes clenched I try to etch the sound of his moans into my memory.

  “Fuck! Ashley! Oh fuck!” He begins and I pull him closer as he buries his face into my neck. With his mouth so close to my ear, my pussy clenches to every whine he makes, even the ones under his breath as he mutters in ecstasy.

  My orgasm begins to take over before I’m even ready, there’s just something about his pleasure that causes me to lose control. I can’t help it and I don’t want to. He’s so sexy, so controlling, so dominating, but for me he melts like chocolate, and that makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

  “I’m cumming for you, baby!” I yell, my climax just at the edge.

  “Fuck yeah! Let me feel it, Ashley,” he growls.

  “Carter! Carter! Carter, baby!” I yell, my pelvis thrusting forward quickly, my clit desperate for the friction.

  Abruptly, he slams into me, stilling as his pelvis presses against my clit, causing me to moan uncontrollably. Lost to the release, I don’t hear or feel anything but my own pleasure, which is off the charts. I’m just beginning to regain my thinking when I feel his cock twitch and spasm inside of me. The warm cream oozing from his cock, deep in my pussy.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans in that weak tone I love to hear so much.

  Together, we lie, holding each other tightly as our bodies pant in unison. After a marathon love making session, we’re both spent, drenched in sweat as his semen begins to slide out of me. Carter pulls out of me, flipping onto his back beside me as the warm, thick gel like cream slides down my thigh.

  Reaching his hand between my legs, he pushes the semen back inside me with his fingers, and I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth, licking the cream from his fingertips as his eyelids grow heavy, his blue eyes clouding with lust.

  Both of our addictions flare as we gaze at each other, knowing we won’t be leaving the bed for a really long time, if ever. There’s nothing else I need in this world and from the looks of things, Carter doesn’t need more than me.

  We are enough for each other, more than enough actually. We fulfill every dream and fantasy, and that gives us everything we could possibly desire. He’s the man of my dreams, and he’s my man, what could be better than that.

  “Worth the wait?” he asks with raised eyebrows.

  “Don’t brag,” I tease him. He knows he over performed. I came more times than I could count.

  “I love you, Ashley,” he turns to me, his eyes suddenly serious.

  “I love you, Carter Blaine,” I look deeply into those beautiful eyes and he smirks before reaching over to me.

  With one hand on each of my cheeks, he pulls me into him and presses his lips against mine, passionately kissing me with everything he’s got left. If I had to guess I would imagine this is his silent way of letting me know that I was worth the wait, and he will never have any idea how much that means to me.

  Epilogue - Ashley

  One year later…

  I sit next to Carter on the black sand beaches in Hawaii. This has to be the most perfect honeymoon ever. The entire beach is ours for the next two weeks. Yeah, two billion dollars will do that for you—plus the billions that Carter accumulated over the years on Head Hunter.

  He’s crazy rich, and we don’t have to work another day in our lives if we don’t want to. I’ve handed over management of my seduction business to Lorraine. I’m still the CEO, but I won’t have much of an active role in day-to-day operations. Especially once the baby comes.

  Carter leans over and rests his hand on my belly, which is only just starting to show—but only if you know that’s what you’re looking for.

  The past year has been the most amazing ever. Carter and I have hot sex every single day—usually two or three times. And OMG is he like seriously a God in bed. You’d never know he’d been a virgin before me. He fucks like a champ. I am one lucky woman.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks, dropping his mouth to my tit and playing with the nipple with his teeth. They’re extra sensitive since I got pregnant, but that only makes it even better. And yeah, we’re totally naked on this beach. What’s the point of renting out an entire beach if you can’t walk around naked with your twelve-inch cock husband?

  “Just about how good you are to me,” I reply. He is. In and out of the bedroom. He’s everything I imagined he could be, and more. When I first read the file on Carter Blaine, I knew in my heart that he was something special, that he was quite the catch. And now he’s mine. Forever.

  I lift my hand and look at the huge rock glittering in the tropical sunlight. I have no idea how much it cost, but if I know Carter, it was a ridiculous amount. He does everything in style.

  Leaning me back onto the soft sand, Carter arches an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Just how good am I?” He kisses a trail to my other tit, sucking it into his mouth until I feel an ache between my legs that has to be satisfied. He doesn’t disappoint. His hand goes to my throbbing pussy, dipping inside the wetness and teasing me until I’m ready to come all over his fingers.

  “So, so, so good,” I manage to gasp through my panting breaths. It’s always like this with us. We can’t get enough of each other, even a year later. I’m pretty sure that’s how it’s always going to be. And I’m so okay with that.

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nbsp; He kisses down my newly rounded belly and over my mound until his mouth settles between my legs.

  And other than actual sex with him, this is my very favorite. It turns out the Head Hunter is actually quite the expert at giving head as well as receiving. And he’s definitely a giver. Lucky me.

  “I love you,” I moan as he sends me soaring.

  And when I finally come back down to earth, I sit up. “Your turn.”

  He smiles. “You just can’t get enough, can you?”

  It’s true. Something about that cock of his just makes my mouth water. It’s no wonder he got head all those years without even trying. But now it’s just for me. And I make sure he’s very well taken care of. No more hunting for him, because I’m here, willing and ready all the time.

  Don’t get me wrong; we aren’t all about sex. We have a very healthy relationship and we're really a perfect fit in every way. But it certainly doesn’t hurt that the sex is good. And when I say good, what I mean is staggeringly, mind-blowingly, out of this world awesome.

  I give him a wicked grin as I take his cock in my fist, then wink at him as I get ready to do one of my favorite things.

  Life is good. And it’s only going to get better now that I’m Mrs. Carter Blaine with our sweet baby girl on the way.

  I joked that we should name her Patience as a homage to his twenty-six years of waiting it out to lose his virginity, but Carter kind of likes it. I think it stuck.

  After I go down on Carter for a bit, he finally pulls me back up to him, then sinks inside me, both of us moaning with satisfaction, and he says the thing I never get tired of hearing.

  “You, Mrs. Blaine, were so worth the wait.”

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