by Jessie Dame
Once his partner came, he could not sustain his ejaculation. He filled her like crazy, using his hips to push up her ass, so that she would absorb every drop of the seed she wanted so badly.
Once his enchanted mind was clear again, he observed her marvelous body. He felt his dick grow hard again, and he pulled her hair towards him again.
“Guess what? I have more seed for you!”
He lay on his back, asking her to squat on his protruding cock.
“Ride me like an animal.”
She certainly knew how to ride. She massaged it with her vagina, while her hair tickled his strong chest. He rubbed her silky butt, dragging and pushing, as she looked at him with admiration. In her ecstasy, she dropped on him and thrust so strongly, he felt a new explosion approaching.
“Get up!” he screamed and sent all of his seed sprawling over her dark breasts. It looked so fucking good!
Then he pushed her aside, where she lay on the grass, exhausted and happy.
Kara & Ethan
Kara hurried in, doing a tricky balancing act with several coffees. She walked into the swimming pool area and quickly set about distributing the hot beverages.
“Thanks Kara,” her boss Pat said absently as he focused on the shoot. “Do you think there’s something… off about that model?”
Kara took a sip of her homemade coffee from her stainless steel carafe and followed his gesturing hand. She saw what he was talking about. A tall, willowy woman stood or she tried to stand, but was weaving about slightly, and it was obvious she was having a hard time coping with the instructions the photographer was throwing out. She was one of six models and Kara could see that she was spaced out.
“Dope,” she muttered, taking another sip from her coffee. She glanced wistfully at Pat’s mocha and wished she could afford the extra dollars to buy designer coffee. Then she snorted to herself, who needed designer coffee anyway. All she needed was a caffeine jolt and instant coffee more than delivered. She raised a silent toast to her instant coffee.
“She’s high as a kite!” Pat shouted.
The panicked alarm in Pat’s voice brought her up short and she turned to him in concern. “Well, yeah. See that spaced out look in her eyes?” she waited for his nod, “And how tired she looks for this supposed ‘high-energy’ shoot”
“Damn!” He flipped out his mobile phone and as he was dialing, ordered Kara, “Go tell Diane to pull her off now. She’s off the shoot… Hello? Alan, what the hell did you send me a doped up model for?”
Kara hurried away to deliver his instruction to the person handling the models. She saw the flair of panic in the other woman.
“What am I supposed to do?” she wrung her hands.
Kara shook her head impatiently, “How the hell should I know, I’m just the intern” she muttered to herself. But she hurried to the model and with a signal to the photographer, pulled her off the set.
“Hey bitch, get your hands off me.”
Kara pursed her lips and stared at the really very beautiful woman. “Sweetheart, you are doped up to high heaven and are in danger of losing this shoot. If you don’t get your shit together, you are toast. Pat there has already called Alan and I can bet you are in big trouble.”
She staggered a bit and blinked at Kara. “I can’t lose this.”
Kara heard the edge of desperation in her voice, “then you’re going to have to stop doing that shit.”
“If you can help me, go ahead, and if you can’t, then just shut the hell up.”
“So grateful…”
“Hey…!”
“Alright, keep your bra on. Come this way.” Kara turned and walked away, not caring if the beautiful bitch was following or not.
“Kara, what’s going on?” Pat waylaid her.
“I’m taking her away for half an hour. When I bring her back, she’ll be as good as new.”
His eyes narrowed contemplatively, but then he nodded and waved his hand dismissively.
In the six months since Kara came to the agency as an intern, she had more than proved herself. She was everyone’s dream intern; she got the coffee, knew where to get a ripped seam fixed in almost no time and she had an eye for what would fly as an ad. In short, she had street cred. She knew why Pat had panicked earlier on though, the client they were working for had a strict no drugs policy and if they got wind of the fact that one of their models had been on drugs, they could well lose the entire contract. But she knew how to fix a doped up person and if there was a way she could do that without losing them the account, then she would.
Thirty minutes later, she returned with the model, looking bright, and ready to work. She inclined her head to catch something Kara said and threw back her head in laughter, which the other woman immediately shushed. Somehow, Kara managed to get her back into the shoot as seamlessly as possible and everything went on as normal.
The entire debacle was witnessed by one man. He had come in right behind Kara, but had stood in the shadow, watching things play out. He was Ethan Hawke, the owner of one of the largest and richest banks in the country and the shoot was an ad for his bank. He spent a few more minutes studying the smallish woman as she subtly ensured that everything ran smoothly and he felt the first stirring of interest. She was not the sort of woman he was usually attracted to, but something about this one drew him and appealed to his senses. She moved quietly, but there was such energy and vitality about her that he wanted to reach out and touch it. There was a subtle sensuality about her and it showed in everything she did. In the way she laughed and drank and teased the man with a phone perpetually glued to his head. It was also in the way people responded to her. She was in control and no one even knew it.
Oh, but he knew.
She suddenly turned towards where he was standing in the shadows as though she could feel his eyes on her. He knew she would not be able to see him, yet she frowned and then her tongue darted out and she nervously wet her lips. Ethan felt lust strong and powerful roll over him and he blinked at the sheer intensity. He wanted her. He took a deep breath and allowed the feeling to flow through him. His body became primed and he felt his penis swell slightly. He had been without a woman for a long while, but he knew it was not going to last much longer.
With a brief flash of a predatory smile which was gone in seconds, he stepped out of the shadows.
Kara had just turned to catch something Felipe a fellow intern had said when she felt the sudden charged tension in the air. She watched in bemusement as everyone seemed to work faster. The photographer clicked faster. The models were more responsive and seemed to move faster. Pat clutched the phone to his ear and talked faster. Everything acquired fresh energy and if she had not witnessed it herself, she would have laughed if anyone had tried to describe it to her.
At that moment, Kara felt a force of great intensity directed her way and froze. Suddenly, she felt goose bumps spread over her arms and a slight shiver went through her. Even as she told herself it was the last thing she wanted to do, she slowly turned, like one compelled, to find herself face to face with the source of the force and her mouth promptly went dry.
She stared at the over six foot tall, gorgeous male, and would have swooned if she were the swooning type. Fortunately, she wasn’t. She did not have time for swooning and she had even less time for good looking rich men. They were often too arrogant, too filled with their own importance and many times, that translated to unkindness. She’d had more than enough unkindness to last a lifetime. She would not willingly put herself in the pathway of more unkindness.
Yet here she was, standing in the path of the hunk and he was staring at her with such burning intensity. Kara felt the shock of his gaze and she trembled slightly. He could not really be staring at her could he? She glanced behind her and saw a few of the models looking hungrily at the specimen before her. She could not blame them. He was not just tall, but well built. He was wearing what had to be a designer suit and it was almost as impressive as the air of power and command h
e had about him. There was no doubt that he was the boss.
He walked slowly towards her and stopped right in front of her.
“What’s your name?”
Kara glanced behind her again and then looked at him with a frown, “You talking to me?”
“There’s no one else here.”
Kara narrowed her eyes. He was trying to intimidate her and she was intimidated, but she did not need to let him see that. She squared her shoulders and looked him right in the eyes as she replied, “I’m Kara, and you’re… Ethan Hawke.”
He simply raised an eyebrow.
When he didn’t say anything else, Kara got irritated. “Pat’s around here somewhere. He’s the one in charge of this project. I’ll get him for you.” She turned to walk away, but his voice stopped her.
“You’re the one I want.”
She paused in her tracks as her body slowly began to catch fire. She knew there was no way he’d meant what he said in a sexual manner, but her body had interpreted it thus and was reacting to that. She inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath.
“Mr. Hawke…”
“Call me Ethan.”
“Y-yeah… I’m just the lackey here. If you want to know what is going on with your ad, Pat is the person you should be talking to.”
She saw amusement light his dark brown eyes as he shook his head. “You would like for me to think that, won’t you?”
She stilled, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I have been watching you,” he confided in a low voice.
His voice sent a shiver of awareness down Kara’s spine. The man was too sexy by half.
“Why have you been watching me?” she’d meant to sound distant but her voice had only come out sounding husky.
She saw passion flare in his eyes and could not help marveling.
“I was imagining how your body would feel pressed up to mine.”
Whoa… that was… wow, okay. Kara took a step back in alarm. The man was definitely crazy. But she was the one who was certifiable because she felt her breasts become heavy and her entire body had gone on red alert. The man was seriously sexy and she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. But she was no moth and she’d learned very early to avoid flames. She needed to get away from him, but she did not want to just turn and walk away. He was the boss after all. She wondered where Pat had gone to.
“Ah, I’ll get Pat for you, Mr. Hawke…” she said taking another step back.
“I’m right here. We’re glad you stopped by Mr. Hawke,” Pat suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gave Kara a look that said he would take it from there.
She gave him a weak smile that was filled with relief and took off. She decided to keep out of Ethan Hawke’s way till he left. Surely he would be gone in no time at all.
She walked to the other side of the swimming pool where the photo shoot was taking place. She had just waved to the model she’d helped earlier when her phone rang. Seeing who it was, she stepped into the dark interior of the pool house and picked the call.
“Tami, what’s up?”
“I want you to foster a kid,” Tami said without preamble.
Kara felt her entire body go weak and she leaned against the wall. Tami was her best friend. They met when they were sent to the same foster home when they were fifteen and had left as soon as they’d turned sixteen. Tami was now a social worker and she kept trying to convince Kara to take on a kid.
“Tami…”
“Wait, just hear me out please.”
Kara sighed.
“Her name’s Dani. She is thirteen years old and does not get on well in the system. She is a really bright kid, and I just need to know she’ll be okay. I’ve tried her in six different homes and each one seems to kill her a little, I just know that if she were with you…”
Tami’s voice broke then and Kara felt the pain squeeze her heart. Dani sounded so much like her and that was why her first instinct was to turn Tami down. She did not want to relive those days. She had made it through and it was over. But could she turn her back on a little girl who needed her?
Just then there was a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to see one of the goons who had walked in with Ethan. She asked Tami to hold briefly and raised an inquiring eyebrow at the man.
“The boss will see you now,” he said.
Kara’s eyebrow went higher. Then she shrugged.
“Tami, I’ll think about it, okay?”
“Thank you Kara! It means a lot to me.”
“I said I was going to think about it. That’s all…” but Tami had already cut the line.
Taking a deep breath, Kara slid her phone into her pocket and turned to follow the goon to where Mister High and Mighty awaited.
Ethan was standing outside the mansion that was being used for the photo shoot when he saw Kara step out. She had one of his men with her and beside him, she looked so small. She was petite, about five, three or four and her body was compact and fit. He liked that about her. Hell, he liked a lot about her.
She walked to where he was and stopped.
“You asked to see me?”
“I’m cancelling the contract with your agency.”
He saw the confusion on her face and then she turned pale, “But why? And why are you telling me this?”
“Oh, I’ve already informed Pat. I just decided to let you know.”
“But why would you do that?”
“Your people know my policy on drugs.”
“But that poor girl needed the job.”
He stepped close to her, so close their bodies were almost touching. He could smell the scent of her hair and it was so sexy, he was immediately aroused. The front of his pants became uncomfortably tight. Her breath became choppy and he could see the pulse at the base of her neck going wild. Whatever it was that was going on between them, it was definitely mutual.
He waited till she tilted her head to look at him. He used his thumb to gently caress her lips and she shuddered.
“You are attracted to me,” he said without inflection.
She frowned and took a step back, “Any red blooded female would be.”
He felt his mouth quirk upward in a smile. She was sassy.
“I don’t want just any red blooded female,” he said. “I want you.”
“That’s not possible. Don’t mess with me.”
He did not like being dismissed that way. He stepped closer to her and looked deep into her eyes.
“I want to fuck you, Kara.”
She gasped in shock at his blunt speech, then her eyes dilated. He saw her nipples peak beneath the tank top she wore and he knew that if placed his hand over her secret mound, it would be wet. He wished they were alone so he could confirm his suspicion.
“You should not say things like that.” Her voice was firm even though he knew she was not unaffected.
“Why not tell the truth?”
“You shouldn’t cancel the contract, either.” She said in a sudden change of subject. “It would affect too many people.”
“Are you offering to change my mind?”
Her lips darted out and wet her lips and he felt desire so hot hit him that it took all he had to maintain control. He wanted to kiss her until he knew every part of her mouth intimately. He wanted to take her right there, against the closest wall. He could feel his erection pulsing in his pants and was baffled that a mere slip of a woman could have such an effect on him.
“You want me to sleep with you so that you won’t cancel the contract?” She asked.
“Are you offering?”
“I don’t roll like that.”
He nodded. “You would let me fuck you regardless of the contract.”
She took a deep breath and let it out, her expression pained. “Could we not talk about that?”
He chuckled, the sound harsh, even to his ears. “I am sporting a most painful erection and this has not happened to me since I was a teenager.”
Almost against her will, her gaze
swung there and her eyes opened wide in shock.
“You really are attracted to me?”
“You’re a beautiful woman.” He said. “You’re wet down there, aren’t you?”
Even though they had been speaking in low voices, her gaze darted around to be sure no one was close enough to eavesdrop. She licked her lips again and shook her head.
“This is crazy. There are a number of models in there who would be happy to do this with you. I don’t have your sophistication and I can’t play this game with you.”
“One night,” he said in a level voice.
“What?”
“I’m asking you for one night. Just you and I. One night of incredible sex and then we both walk away. No one gets hurt. That is what you are afraid of isn’t it?”
Kara opened her mouth to reply, but he stopped the words with the finger, he placed on her lips.
“Just one night, Kara.” He said in a whisper. “Think about it. I’ll pick you up by seven this evening.”
And before she could speak, he nodded and walked down the steps to the waiting limo.
Kara stood still as the elevator carried her to the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons Hotel. She was supposed to be working that night. She waited tables, four nights a week and she’d had to ask someone to take her shift. Running a hand over the dress she wore, she tried to still the nerves fluttering in the pit of her belly. Nerves and excitement.
Kara caught sight of her face in the mirror and stood staring in fascination. Her face was flushed with excitement and her eyes sparkled. She raised a hand to brush back her hair and saw a faint tremor. She had been in a state of semi-arousal all day and even though she had felt like a call girl when she’d opened her door to find a chauffeur and a limo sans Ethan, she knew that she was not going to turn down this offer. She tried to remember when last she’d had sex. It must have been while she was dating her ex. She was a modern woman, but sex for her had always meant a relationship.
So what are you doing with Ethan Hawke? That was a question she had no answer for. The man was notorious for avoiding relationships and here she was, going up to his hotel room to have sex. Her womb clenched at the thought and she drew in a ragged breath. She was in a bad way.
