As she cried out his name, her body tightened, all of her muscles going taut at the same instant, and then she relaxed. Claudio stood back up behind her, the feeling of his hardness pressing in the place between her butt cheeks providing a dim comfort as Julia floated on a cloud.
"You said you want me to impregnate you, didn't you, Julia?"
"Mmm... yeah." She could feel her pussy tingling at the prospect of getting this man's cum inside her, of becoming what she was made to be: a slut for her lover. She didn't hear his pants unzip, but when he pressed against her, unprotected, she let out a purr of approval.
"If I do this, there's no going back, you know."
"Stop stalling," Julia teased into the night air. "And fuck me."
A strong hand gripped her shoulder, and then she was full. He took her swiftly, with long, hard strokes, each one eliciting a tiny "oh!" from Julia's lips. She knew that if anyone had their windows open in the apartments below, or in the offices across the way, that any of them would have heard her.
Part of her wanted to be silent, to keep herself modest. Another part of her wanted them to hear. It didn't matter; she couldn't have stopped herself from making the noise. Julia's hips thrust back to meet Claudio's thrusts. She needed him, needed his cum. She had always been independent, but it was all so that she could have what she needed. And now that he had offered her everything she'd hoped for, she realized that she'd aimed in all the wrong directions.
She wanted, needed, to be owned, completely and totally, by this man. To have children, to get fucked, to... her vision went completely dark. To cum. She howled out her pleasure into the night as Claudio pushed into her and came hard.
Strand after thick, ropy strand of cum shot into her, each one accompanied by a twitch inside her that told her what was happening. Julia couldn't hear anything, couldn't see, but it didn't matter. She was feeling, and that was the most important thing to her right now. If she could get this every day, every waking moment, then she would. If this was all that there was to life, then she was more than happy to enjoy it.
Claudio pulled out of her, helped her up. Julia could still feel the tingling in her toes, in her fingers, in her pussy. Her nipples stiff to the point of pain when the wind blew by. His cum mixed with hers slipped out of her and down her leg. She reached down and pushed it back inside. She wanted her baby.
Her Claudio had promised it to her. And as he pulled her close for a kiss, she knew that he always kept his promises.
"Are you sure you need to go?"
"I do," he said sadly. "But if you're suggesting that you want more of that, then I might be able to find some room for you in my penthouse in Milan, as well."
Julia dropped to her knees and took his already-hardening cock into her mouth, enjoying the taste of sex. As she licked and sucked, it hardened again in her mouth, ready for another chance to fill her up.
"I hope you can keep up," she teased, laying back onto the sofa and spreading her legs. She wanted him, she thought. She wanted this. And Claudio would give it to her. He'd give her anything she wanted.
He moved between her legs, rubbing his cock against her mound, then pushed easily into her. Every thrust sent her higher towards ecstasy, his mouth exploring her body, showing her every delightful feeling she had missed out on. His thumb moved on her button, bringing another climax, and then another. When he came in her again, she laid back, pleasure still dulling her senses and creating a buzzing in her mind.
"I think I love you, Claudio Gambino." She pulled him in for a kiss.
"I think I love you, too, Julia Sommers."
The Fire
Erotic Romance
Dalia Daudelin
The fire engine arrived too late. Adeline's house, older than her parents and built in the country of Northern Michigan by her grandparents, was now ash. Ash, dust, and memories.
A small voice inside of Adeline mused that it was better that it burned down after her parents died, rather than before. That voice was overshadowed by grief.
She was able to save her cat and her laptop. Adolf, her cat, was saved only because he snuck out before she left for work. Her laptop was saved because it was with her for a presentation.
Adolf wailed in misery from within his temporary home, a cage given to Adeline to keep him from running too close to the flames. The old cat was nearly as old as she was, and had never spent a day outside. What luck that he chose today to escape.
“Ma'am?”
Adeline turned, and saw a fireman approaching her. He was chubby and short, his face bright red aside from the fire's dust on it.
“Any news on what caused this?”
“We don't have anything conclusive yet, but we did find evidence of a gas leak. Do you know where you'll be staying? We can contact you with any new information.”
She didn't have a place lined up to stay, and there was no money in her account to pay for a hotel. Maybe one of her credit cards wasn't maxed out yet?
“I-”
“She'll be staying with me. Here's my card.”
Adeline turned on her heel. “Mr. Gardner? What are you doing here?”
Joel Gardner, Adeline's absolutely gorgeous and unbelievably rich boss, held out his card to the chubby fireman, who nodded and then left.
“I came to thank you, because your presentation to Tokyo Corp sealed the deal. You brought us a multi-million dollar contract. When I saw the smoke, I was worried you had been hurt.”
Adeline looked at Joel, whose gray hair and black eyes always reminded her of a wolf, and felt her face scrunch up. “Everything's gone. Everything.” The tears were falling down her face before she even realized how miserable she truly was.
In no time, Adeline was brought into Joel's arms. They were warm. The embrace had a calming effect on her.
Joel held her for a long time. Long enough for her tears to dry and her sobs to turn into nothing more than sniffles. Adolf settled in his carrier with one final meow.
“Do you have somewhere to stay?” He asked, stepping away from her. There was an awkwardness between them, stemming from an emotion that Adeline was unprepared to acknowledge.
“No,” she stammered, crouching down to pet Adolf through the slits in the plastic carrier. “I don't.”
“Then obviously you'll stay with me. I have a spare bedroom, and it will give your cat a chance to spread out instead of being cooped up in a hotel room.” Joel put a hand on her shoulder. It stopped any refusal she might have wanted to give.
“What's his name?”
Adeline set the carrier down in the living room, which had sports posters framed on the walls and pristine leather couches surrounding a huge television. As the owner of a tech security firm, Joel had for years been on Forbes' Top 100 CEOs in America. All things told, his house, his living room, and everything about Joel was very subtle for a billionaire.
“Adolf,” she said. “I know, it's weird, but my grandma got him. She was German, and old. She wouldn't let us choose the name, and by the time she died it was too late.”
“He looks pretty old, too,” he said, watching the feline as Adeline opened the cage. He stretched out his legs and his claws got stuck in Joel's carpet.
Adeline fussed with some plastic bags. “Where should I put the litter box?”
Joel motioned towards a hallway. “You can put it in your bathroom. I'll put the second one in mine, so Adolf doesn't have to go too far.”
Adeline followed Joel into a huge bathroom, with a standing shower and a soaking tub. “There are towels in that closet, and plenty of soap and shampoo. I try to keep it stocked up for guests. My mom stays here pretty often, so there should be something you like in there.”
Opening the closet, Adeline glanced at the bottles. Fancy brands, all. She sighed. “I don't know if I can stay here, Joel. Not for long, at least. I don't want to impose.”
“I won't let you leave until you're on your feet, Adeline. You're too important to our business, and to me, to let you fall through th
e cracks. Come on, let me show you your room.”
They stepped into the room to the right of the bathroom, again huge and luxurious. A large king size bed surrounded on each side by beautiful antique side tables and lamps. A large desk opposite the bed would be the perfect place for her to work from her laptop while she stayed here.
“Wow,” Adeline said, pressing her hand on the bed. Oh, it was so soft. She knew instantly she was going to miss sleeping on it when she left. “I don't even know what to say.”
“You don't have to say anything. Set down your bag and come have a drink with me. You clearly need to relax.”
Following him into the kitchen, Adeline wondered why his hair grayed so young. Sure, he was a decade older than her, but he wasn't old enough for a full head of gray hair. Was it stress?
“Here we go,” he says, handing her the red wine. She didn't tell him that she didn't like wine. She sipped it daintily, watching his mouth against his own glass.
He looked down at her, his black eyes impossible to read. “Adeline, did you always want to work in cybersecurity?”
She laughed. “No, not really. I wanted to be a veterinarian. It turns out I'm much better with coding and computers than I am with handling blood or the suffering of animals. I volunteered for a day at an animal hospital when I was 16, and the next day I saw my counselor about sending letters to the top tech colleges in the country.”
He nodded as he watched her speak. She never could suss out what he was thinking, what made him tick. She never noticed before, but it suddenly became obvious to Adeline that she was attracted to her boss. Her face blushed bright red, but if he noticed he didn't make any indication of it.
She nearly asked him what he wanted to be, if not in cybersecurity, when the power cut out. “Shit,” he complained, setting down the last drops of his wine. “I'm sorry, when it gets windy the power cuts out easily in this neighborhood. I don't know where I left my flashlights, let me go find them.”
He left her in the kitchen, in the dark, alone with her thoughts and the realization that she'll be staying with a man that she would love to sleep with. Adeline wasn't a prudish woman, but awkward was a good word for her interactions with romantic interests in the past.
How was she going to manage to work for him now, let alone sleep under the same roof as him? Would she just have to burn with desire until she somehow saved up the money to leave?
Awful. Awful. She wished she hadn't thought about how handsome Joel was. But how could she not?
From far away, she heard her cat yowl, angry. “Adolf?” she called out. She stood in place for a moment, but then hurried down the hallway. Old cats could get into so much trouble.
Before she could find him, though, she bumped into something. Oh, it was Joel. He held her, steadying her as she wobbled.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. Still, he held her. His touch, his soft hands, burned against her cold arms.
“I stepped on Adolf's tail. He was pretty pissed, but otherwise he's okay.”
She sighed in relief. “Oh, good. I was worried.”
Finally, he let go of her arms and handed her a flashlight. Lighting his up, he looked at her. “You look scared.”
“I'm not...” she protested. He wiped a lock of hair off of her forehead, which sent a shiver down her spine. Their eyes met, and then so did their lips. Pressing, licking, sucking, trying to breathe. He said her name, so softly it was barely audible. She moaned his, her nipples going hard. His hand brushed against one.
Breaking the kiss, Joel took a step back and held out his hand. Adeline took it and allowed him to lead her into his bedroom. It was much less clean than hers, and smelled of aftershave and bodywash and leather.
Her heart thumped against her chest, fluttered and made her gasp. Never in her life had she felt like this before, so taken by someone.
Joel guided her to his bed before grabbing her by the waist and pushing her down onto the soft mattress. He kissed her deeply again, tangling his fingers in her hair. He pressed his body down against hers, trapping her below him. Plucking each of the buttons on her blouse, he undressed her in the dark and then unclasped the front of her bra.
It didn't take long for both of them to be naked. Their hands wandered over their skin, exploring and grabbing, groping and manipulating. Joel rolled over and pulled Adeline on top of him. She pressed her warm slit against his cock, and then slid down his body.
Joel closed his eyes. Adeline slid her hand up his thigh, gripping it at times. She wanted him to feel how badly she wanted him with each movement her body made. She wanted him to know how badly she burned for him.
Joel sighed happily when she wrapped her hand around his meat. It had some of her juices on it, sticky and wet. She tossed her hair back and licked her lips. Merely holding his huge cock forced a moan from her lips, a shiver down her spine. The muscles in her lower abdomen tickled, her cunt became hotter and wetter.
Her eyes flicked up at his silhouette. He was only barely visible, thanks to the moonlight streaming in from one of the windows. Adeline could tell, though, that he was watching her.
“I'm going to suck your cock, now,” she said, her voice breathy and low. She felt slutty, free, and completely sexual. It felt good. Her own hand played with her cunt as she swallowed his cock. It twitched as her tongue touched the sensitive head.
Her hand moved up and down on his cock as she licked up his precum.
“Ah,” he sighed. His fingers scratched against his bed, his thighs strained and flexed. Adeline took that as a sign that she was doing well. She went deeper, using her tongue to play with the shaft as the tip slid down her throat.
She held herself as long as she could before she pulled away and gagged. He didn't let her breathe more than two breaths before he pushed her face back down onto his cock. The violence of it was unexpected, but hot. He held her down until the last second, letting her pull away and gag again.
Joel's thighs quivered below her. She coughed again, trying to control her gags. Then she stood, slid a hand across her nipples, and straightened her shoulders. “I'm going to ride you, now. I'm going to ride you until you cum in me.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Joel groaned. When she climbed on top of him, he grabbed her hips. He wanted this as badly as she did. Dangerous sex. She could get knocked up. Neither of them cared. No, they both cared, and they loved it.
But Joel stopped her. “Not yet.”
“Please! Please fuck me!” Waiting for him was almost unbearable.
His fingers scratched down her sides, leaving red streaks that claimed her as his. Beautiful, territorial, sexy. Joel's hands reached beneath her and pulled her chest towards him, so that he could suck on her breast.
He kissed her collar bone before moving down, his hands pushing her thighs apart. He spread them wide, pushing aside her panties and exposing her pink flesh.
“I can't wait to taste you,” Joel said. It was a little bit embarrassing for him to say that, and she blushed a deep red. When he nibbled at her pussy lips, though, she stopped caring and gave in. His fingers pushed aside her thin panties. Joel explored her pink pussy lips, pulling them wide and exposing her clitoris. It was a little bit swollen.
Joel was seemingly driven wild with desire. He dipped his tongue into her folds. Tasting her. Savoring the experience. Dragging a finger up and down her folds, he teased around her clitoris, never fully touching it. She gasped, raising her ass to try and trick him into touching her. She needed some release!
“Please!” she begged, feeling hot.
Joel didn't give in. He seemed to be enjoying torturing her. A wicked smile crossed his face and he licked her folds again, lapping up her wetness but never once touching her most pleasurable spot.
“I am begging you, Joel! Please touch me, stop teasing me!” She gripped the blankets underneath her.
Joel watched her face contort with frustration before finally giving her what she wanted. His tongue slipped over the hood covering her clit, and she jolted upri
ght with an “OH!”
She gripped his hair, directing his mouth to apply pressure in certain spots. He understood her motions, and it felt good. It felt so damn good. His tongue darted all around, still teasing her, only sometimes pressing against her clitoris. She moaned and whined and grunted, trying to come close to orgasm, but Joel had complete control over that. It was maddening.
“Take me, Joel. Cum in me. I want it,” She said. And those were the magic words. Joel stared up at her for a second, watching her to see if she was just pleading for release. But no.
She wanted him to cum in her badly.
He slid her down the bed. She sat up, running her hands from his pecs to his hips. His pubic hair was well trimmed. His cock... was huge. It was standing upright, thick with blood. He was virile. A bead of sweat fell down her neck.
Joel wrapped his hand around his manhood, his fingers moving up and down his shaft. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. Her stomach leaped and did turns.
Laying back, she spread her legs wide. She even pulled her pussy lips apart, unashamed. He came closer to her, and she wrapped her legs around him, locking him into position. He placed himself against her entrance, savoring her heat before entering her.
She gripped the bed sheets and moaned. Her inner walls rippled and moved, gripping his cock within her. She pulled him in deeper.
He pushed himself back in slowly, then pulled out again. And then he picked up speed. She screamed as his cock hit her in just the right place, and the pounding just came harder after that. His thumb rested on her clit and rubbed with each thrust.
With her legs wrapped around him, and his hands holding her hips, he pulled her onto his cock and fucks her hard. He twitched, and she knew he would cum soon.
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