by Alexis Angel
Penny’s moans bubble up to the surface of my mind, and I grin to myself as I remember how it felt to be inside of her, her pussy lips wrapped tight around my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard for a woman. But, then again, Penny’s not just any woman, is she? There’s something special about her, something that draws me in just like a moth is drawn to a flame.
My fingers twitch as I remember how it felt to squeeze her round breasts, her hard nipples between my fingers, and I feel boiling blood rushing to my cock once more. I become hard in a matter of seconds, my shaft straining against my boxer briefs, and I sit up straight. I reach for my phone, grab it, and scroll down my contacts list until Penny’s name is on the screen.
Maybe I should call her. It’s Sunday, and she’s probably free. And Joyce’s right, I need to take a fucking break.
I’m about to press the Dial icon, my thumb hovering over it, when I stop myself. What the fuck am I doing? I’m not the kind of guy who calls a woman after fucking her. I mean, we were together Friday night, and it’s only Sunday… I’m not some fucking desperate dweeb. That’s just not my style.
Still, I need to see her.
My cock needs her, and who am I to deny my cock anything?
Penny
“I’m very, very disappointed with you, Penny,” my mother says, rubbing her temples. I purse my lips, staring at her image on my laptop, and then Laurel joins the chorus.
“Very disappointed, Penny,” she repeats after my mother, a small square with her picture popping up next to my mom’s. “This is not what we agreed on.”
Sunday night and here I am, sitting in front of my laptop and being grilled by my mother, the editor in the chief of the NY Daily Journal, and the New York City mayor. This is not how I expected to finish off the weekend.
“Look, I’ve just started this investigation and, besides --”
“What the hell are you talking about Penny?” my mother cuts me short and leans into her computer, her face appearing on my laptop like a bad dream. “Have you even read the article you wrote? You were supposed to destroy him, not help him build up his savior image!”
“All I tried to do was be fair and balanced, mom. That’s what a good reporter should do, right? Look for the truth?” I say, getting the words in before my mother continues with her diatribe. I can’t believe they’re this pissed with me because of the article I wrote. What were they expecting me to do? Smear Magnus just because they have a grudge against him? I’d never stoop that low. I accepted this job because I thought that, yes, Magnus needed to be knocked off his pedestal, but I never thought of achieving that by sacrificing the truth.
That’s just not me.
“The truth?” Laurel asks me before my mother can reply, her voice soothing, but not enough to hide how angry she really is. “Penny, you’re still a young woman … I know you hold all these ideals of justice and fairness, but that’s not how the real world works. And I can assure you that’s not how Magnus works either.”
“I don’t think I’m as naive as you think. I’m capable of making my own conclusions, and I stand by the article I wrote. You asked me to do this job, and I accepted it because I thought you wanted the truth… I’d never say yes if I realized this is a personal vendetta.” God, I can’t believe I’m talking to the freaking mayor like this. I really am getting more and more pissed off by the minute.
“Magnus is playing the whole city, and now he has played you as well,” Laurel tells me, and this time there’s nothing soothing about her voice. She’s a Trask alright; I can imagine her dominating a conference table full of politicians and billionaires with just a few words.
“How can you say he’s playing the whole city? I might not know much about him yet, but don’t you think you’re jumping the gun?”
“Penny, dear,” my mother jumps back into the conversation, perhaps feeling the tension rising between Laurel and I. “If there’s anyone in here qualified to talk about Magnus, that’s me… And listen to me when I tell you, he’s not what he seems. That man doesn’t care about anyone or anything, and you’d do well to keep that in mind.”
I take her words silently, trying to reconcile the image of Magnus I hold in my mind. Are they right? Is Magnus playing me, and the whole city? From what I’ve ever heard about him, that’d make sense … But after having dinner with him, after sharing a night with him, I find it hard to believe we’re talking about the same man.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I tell them both coldly, the words coming out of my mouth harsher than I expected. “But I won’t lie about him without a valid reason.”
“No one in here is asking you to lie, Penny,” Laurel says, and something in the way she pronounces her words sets me off.
“It sure seems like it. Because I’m doing my job and duty as a journalist, and all the two of you seem to care about is how much dirt I can sling at Magnus!” By the time I finish speaking, I realize that I’m leaning so much into my laptop that my nose is almost touching the webcam. My hands are balled into fists, and I’m breathing hard already.
“Watch your tone, young lady,” Laurel whispers, her eyes cold and shark-like. “We’ve given you a chance to play in the big leagues. You’d do well to pay attention and do your job like you were instructed or --”
“I was instructed to be a reporter, not your errand girl,” I say into the phone. “Sorry if that goes against your plans.”
“It’s not just me you’re crossing, little girl,” Laurel hisses and it strikes me as odd that when I hear the words ‘little girl’ from her it makes me shiver as opposed to when I hear it from Magnus.
“There are some powerful people who are funding my campaign for Governor that want Magnus out. They won’t be happy till he’s out. And they won’t be happy when some little girl from the Upper East Side decides to say no to them,” she finished.
“Or what? There’s only one way to do my job, and that way is the right way.” I hiss through my gritted teeth and, without waiting for a reply from either Laurel or my mother, I slam down my laptop’s lid.
I take a few deep breaths, staring down at my laptop as if it could explode at any minute, and then I let the realization of what I just did start to sink in. I just hung up on my mother and on the mayor. Jesus, what has gotten into me? I’m not the kind of girl that gets all worked up for nothing. But I guess this whole situation doesn’t fit the nothing category, huh?
I know what you’re thinking. I’ve just went on and on about my job and duty as a journalist, and I did all that after fucking the man I’m supposed to be investigating. If you think that makes me a hypocrite, well… There’s nothing I can do about that, is there? But I hope that, at the very least, you make an effort to understand.
It’s one thing to read about Magnus Davion, but it’s a whole new ball game when you experience him. More than a man, he’s a force of nature.
I knew that the moment I first laid eyes on him, back when I was only a wide-eyed 18-year-old. I was just a young girl back then, but I already felt that deep animal attraction, that magnetism that just draws you further and further in until you no longer know the way back.
Just a stupid fantasy, I lied to myself when I accepted this assignment, trying to box the lust I felt for him as a teenage crush on an older man. But when I saw him at the gala, I have to admit: I felt that fire in my belly again, that burning need to have his body pressed against mine taking me over... and so I just said yes when he asked me out.
We were supposed to have dinner and ‘reconnect’, whatever that means, but five minutes into the dinner and I knew how the night would end. And I was right. Yeah, yeah, I know… I kinda provoked it, but so what? It’s not like it’s going to happen again.
Did I enjoy it? Yup. Was it the best sex of my life? You can bet it was. But all that doesn’t mean I’ll allow myself to be dragged into a forbidden relationship. He’s my stepfather, after all. I haven’t forgotten about that.
The way I see it, that night with Magnus
was just a one time thing. And now that I’ve scratched that itch, I can focus on the task at hand and—wait, did you hear that? Someone’s knocking at the door.
I place my laptop on the coffee table in front of me and get up from the couch; I make my way toward the door, stretching my arms as I go. Who the hell can it be this late? I don’t think Laurel’s pissed enough to drive all the way to my apartment. At least I hope not. My mother might be, though. That woman loves to fight as much as she loves her Louis Vuitton bags.
I open the door, sighing and waiting to see my mother standing in the doorway. But she isn’t there; it’s someone else entirely.
“Busy?” Magnus asks me, taking one step toward me and placing one arm around my waist. He pulls me into him and, without waiting for a reply, leans in and crushes his lips on mine.
Remember when I told you that what happened between Magnus and I was just a one-time thing?
I think I might have lied.
Penny
“Hello, daddy,” I say, and I can feel my smile spreading across my face. Even if I didn't want it to be there, it is.
Just like the wetness in my panties when I see his smile.
I follow his eyes as they travel over me. Magnus likes what he sees. I’m his stepdaughter. Or I was. And when he looks at me, well, he’s not thinking of me as his little baby girl the way the rest of the world thinks he should. But me? I’m very happy to be the impetus for that fine slab of cock stabbing at his trousers in way that looks almost painful. Really, I’m already licking my lips when I think about freeing the beast.
“Penny,” Magnus growls low in his throat. His lips close over mine before I have time to think or do anything but kiss him back. I could've resisted a moment later, had I wanted to. But the instant my senses understood his touch I'm overcome by my own lust. Our lips press together fervently. This is not a gentle kiss. It is not a request for sex, not a request for love. It's a demand for me to be all his.
I have no issue with that. Whatever I have to give, I want him to take. Magnus kisses with such power that I know my lips will be bruised, stinging long after his lips find purchase elsewhere on my body. I taste his breath, expensive wine and the rich flavor of a sensual man. There’s no boyish booze, no tawdry cheap tastes to be had. His mouth is smooth as the silk that peaks from his suit pocket squares. Magnus’s scent fills my nose, the masculine scent of power and something primal, like a fire at night and the woods at dusk. His lips dance over mine; his tongue caressing me with a delicate yet possessive nature that sends shivers through my body. His hands close over and pull me up to him; Magnus is much taller than me and lifts me off the ground so that he can kiss me deeper.
Finally, leaving me gasping but not releasing me so that my feet are flat on the ground — I’m like a ballerina locked in a form — Magnus breaks the kiss. “I need my cock buried in your sweet pussy, now,” he says in a voice like a wave crashing over my body.
Heated salt sprays my skin and brings the scratching tickle of lust like the sea’s embrace riding through me. I want that very much. The very idea of riding his cock again, being fucked by him again, makes me ache for him. The pressure in my belly is an extension of the throb in my pussy. My clit twitches. I have to take a moment to breathe in for a just a second, and I don’t know if I should tear off my clothes, or his first.
Magnus throws me over his shoulder and walks through my doorway. Shutting the door and slamming me into that closed door, his hands answer my dilemma. Magnus tears my clothing off in a few seconds, everything falling to the ground in shreds. My skin is covering in raised goosebumps reacting to the air shocking my skin, and the way that he’s aroused me with this show of force.
Everything about it says…
I want you.
I’ll have you.
And I’ll take what I want now.
That’s romance to my ears now. There’s nothing gentle about Daddy, no, he’s stern and insistent.
I watch him remove his own clothes and I race him to shuck my own clothes off first.
I look at him as I lean down, preparing for him. In a moment, he’s inside me I catch only a glance at his incredible cock before he drives into me with a thrust I fear might break me. His cock spears into me and sinks deep into my pussy, replacing all the empty places inside me with his enormous girth. Magnus has a cock like I can’t believe. I think if I swallow, I may taste the head—that's how massive his cock is.
Pressing my bruised-with-kisses lips together, I moan at being filled up with Magnus’s cock.
He draws a thumb to my clit, pressing his palm to my stomach, and the pressure drives me wild. Daddy sure knows how to ring a doorbell, I think. I would laugh, on the inside, at this, but I’m too busy focusing on remembering to breathe with the intensity of sensation.
Magnus fucks like a demon, damning me to wicked pleasure in every moment. My back burns with the slam against the door, but the pain is more than welcome. He fucks me in a needy way, in the hungry way his cock slams into me again and again. He couldn’t wait to get me anywhere else. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of me. His hands touch my body; his mouth wanders hungrily over my skin. But the first thing Magnus does? He kisses me, then he fucks me, and then he kisses me more. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. My body shudders in ecstasy around him. My body is hopelessly pinned beneath his desires. Sonic waves of sound and pleasure reverberate through my body as Magnus pounds his cock into my pussy again and again. I taste his need, and moans build low in my throat to forecast my own need.
“Magnus!” I cry out as the speed of his cock slamming into me, and his thumb working over my clit, threaten to seize me. I don’t know if I’m begging to cum, announcing that I will, or begging him to force me to hold out again. I don’t know if I want him to cum inside, on me, or what. I just know that his name is the only thing on my mind now. I want to shout his name but I only manage the small sound because I’m overthrown with sensation. My body is an extension of every place where he touches me.
“Goddamn,” Magnus says with a laugh. He pulls his hand from my clit. Lifting me up from the door, I wrap my legs around him to make sure his cock doesn’t leave me. He carries me to my bedroom and lays me on the bed. “I feel like a damn teenager,” Magnus says, laughing again. “I need to fuck you more than I need air in my lungs. I want to seat my cock in your pussy and fuck you till the sun comes up and then start all over again.” Magnus tucks some of my hair behind my ear, his bicep flexed in front of me for this simple move.
I’m drinking in the sight of him like I’ve never seen a naked man before. I’ve never seen such an Adonis before like the body of Magnus. He’s so good looking it looks like he was carved from marble.
His eyes meet mine, and though he’s still fucking me so hard that the slamming wet sound of his cock entering me is piercing the very air, there’s something tender in how he regards me in that gaze. “Do you know how good you look piped full of my dick and moaning, your eyes rolling back, your body swaying and sweating?”
Even if I could answer him, my eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I’m putting all my energy into using the leverage I have from my feet locked together behind Magnus’s back and I’m lifting my ass up to meet every stroke of Magnus’s cock into my pussy. I am meeting every surge into me with an eager clenching of my inner walls around him and my body coming to take his. I sheath him in me and squeeze him with my inner muscles so strongly I feel the burn within me. I feel the sweat all over my body.
I feel his fingers capturing the sweat between my breasts. He brings those fingers to his mouth, sensually sucking them with that impossibly gorgeous mouth. I want to sink my teeth into his lip. I want to flip Magnus over and ride him until he's cumming. My own orgasm threatens to return and, still, I don’t let myself ride the wave. I want to live forever on the precipice of that incredible pleasure that he offers.
It isn’t as if I cum, the fun ends; the way Magnus is fucking me now is just the beginning. But t
he torturous feeling of being on the edge of an orgasm but not giving into it only heightens the ecstasy that surges through me every time he pumps into my pussy.
His enormous cock thrusts into me, his balls slamming against my ass and his hips hammering him home, and Magnus pulls out and back to fuck deeper into me each time with long, swift strokes. His cock is covered in the cream of my pussy keeping him slick to the point that my pussy is actually slippery. Magnus cups my ass, squeezing my cheeks and fingers digging in to claim me, and holds me up to keep burying himself inside of me.
Every tantalizing second his cock is out of me I feel my wetness blooming around the bedspread and running down my thighs and my ass. I see his hands, holding me, are covered in my arousal, slick and shiny as my pussy is. I watch that huge cock enter my pussy again and again, the skin pinky red and my whole body flushed as he pumps that massive cock into me.
My inner walls squeeze around him, strangling his cock as he’s thrusting into me. Magnus fucking me feels like the most perfect thing in the world. I never want him to stop fucking me.
I fist the bed spread, my fingers desperate to hold something and keep purchase while the threatening tide of an orgasm comes to sweep me in. My breathing is labored, punctuated by his every thrust, and my clit is twitching an omen of my unavoidable orgasm. “Daddy, I’m cumming,” I moan out to him, words low in my throat. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut with the raw power of the sensation running through my body.
Magnus’s hand closes over my throat, the other hand working my clit and serving to pin my body down. At his touch, my back arches as much as I can manage and my eyelids tear open to look at him while he chokes me just enough for my already hazy mind to go dizzy. I bite my lip and moan, screams catching within me and getting lost in the sounds. Magnus keeps his cock slammed inside me, buried deep and taking every shake and squeeze my pussy walls offer. His eyes are like those of a dangerous predator, and I can’t look away from his gaze if I wanted to. His eyes pin me as much as his hands or his cock.
