by Amy Brent
I nodded along as she spoke, keeping my lips clamped shut. Serena quitting Club D was just fine with me, especially since I had no plans to ever go back there so long as she was in my life.
I asked, “Did that satisfy him?”
“It did and it didn’t,” she said, head down, slowly going back and forth. “He doesn’t like it, but he understands and respects my reasons.”
I blew out a sigh of relief. “You know, you never have to go back to Club D again if you don’t want to. I’d be happy to pay the rest of your tuition and—”
“No!” She said the word so suddenly and forcefully that it startled both of us a bit. She held up a hand and brought her eyes up to meet mine. “I’m sorry, it’s just that, well, we need to get some things straight before we go any further.”
I took a deep breath and pushed it out slowly. “Okay, what sort of things?”
She turned to face me, bringing her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees. “First of all, I don’t care about your money.”
I huffed a smile. “That’s good because I don’t care about it either.”
“I’m serious, Denny,” she said. “I am not with you for your money.”
“That’s good to know, Serena. I’m not with you for your money either.”
She smiled, then quickly forced it away. “I just want you to understand. I like you for you, and the fact that you’re a billionaire is cool, but I do not care about the money or expect anything from you in that regard. I do not want your money. I plan on working at Club D until I graduate, then I’ll quit when I find a researcher position. I do not need or expect you to pay my way. Clear?”
“As a bell,” I said, still smiling because I was thrilled to hear that she didn’t care about the money. Since talking to Sammy, my heart and my brain had been arguing over Serena’s motives, even though she had never given me a reason to doubt her sincerity.
Was Serena with me for me?
Or with me for my bank account?
Now, hearing her say the words, I truly believed with all my heart that the latter was true.
I started to speak, but she kept going.
“And just because we’re hanging out and having fun, that does not mean I’m going to drop my plans and marry you,” she said, frowning as if I’d made her that offer and it offended her. “I’m a strong, independent woman. I have my life totally planned out. I will not change my plans no matter how much I… like you…”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Have I asked you to change your plans in any way?”
She blinked at me. “No.”
“Have I asked you to marry me?”
“No,” she said, giving me a playful look from beneath her eyebrows. “Not yet.”
“And do you think that I don’t know how fiercely independent you are? How your independence is one of the things I like most about you?”
She blinked again, this time with tears welling in her eyes.
“It is?”
“Yes, it is,” I said, bringing my hand off the back of the couch to rest on her knee. “I’m glad the money doesn’t mean anything to you. And I’m glad you have your life all planned out. And I’m proud to be the man you’re sharing your life with for the moment.” I gave her a little smile. “And maybe, I mean, if things continue, maybe I can be the man who goes on that journey with you.”
“I think I’d like that,” she said, resting her chin on my hand.
I put a finger to her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Serena, I like you. I like you a lot. I love spending time with you and waking up with my arms wrapped around you and your body pressed against mine. I love your laugh. I love your sense of humor. I love your intelligence. I love the way you scream at the TV during baseball games and cry during Grey’s Anatomy. But most of all, I love your fire. Your drive. Your determination. I have never met a woman more in control of her own destiny. I would never ask you to change anything for me. Do you understand? I want you just as you are, without pretense or limitations.”
She smiled as her eyes overflowed. “You do?”
“I do.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto my hand. I cupped her chin in my palm and leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips. Pressing my forehead to hers, I stared into her dark eyes just an inch from my own.
“So, are we good?” I asked.
“We’re good,” she said. “But my father would like to talk to you about that comment you made on Good Morning LA.”
“Dammit,” I said with a grin. “I knew that comment would come back to haunt me.”
“What’s the best part about being you, Denny Chambers?” she asked as she leaned back to spread her legs for me.
I smiled as my hands went down her soft inner thighs and into the loose legs of the running shorts. She was not wearing panties. She was wet and hot. I could smell her juices as they flowed from her sweet hole onto my fingertips. My fingers slid in easily, soon to be followed by my tongue and then my cock.
“What’s the best part about being me?” I asked as I pulled aside the leg of the running shorts and lowered my lips lowered to hers. “Your pussy, Serena Diaz. Duh.”
EPILOG: Serena
One of the hardest things I had ever had to do was convincing my Papa that the Denny Chambers he saw on TV—“duh pussy guy” Papa called him—was not the real Denny Chambers, the man I had fallen head over heels silly in love with over the last few months. That was the old Denny Chambers, the billionaire bad boy who just needed to meet a good woman who would force him—or gently nudge him— to grow up.
The man I woke up with every morning now was the new and improved Denny Chambers. And boy, was I having the time of my life with the new version.
For the longest time, Papa was wary of the man who was spending time with his baby girl, even though I was happier than I had ever been in my life. Work was great. I was almost done with school. And my love life was rocking and rolling in every way imaginable. That didn’t matter to Papa. He was still protective as a grizzly bear of its young cub.
Denny was cool with Papa’s attitude and said he totally understood Papa’s desire to protect his baby girl. “Heck, I’ll let boys come anywhere near my daughter,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “I mean, if we ever have a daughter.”
Papa had never been good at hiding his emotions, especially where I was concerned. His icy stare could stop a clock, but it didn’t stop Denny from coming around and trying to win him over. He would just smile at Papa, though he told me several times he wondered if Papa’s looks might actually be lethal if he stared at him long enough, like looking at the sun for more than a second, if the sun had been a very large, very angry, Mexican padre.
For months, whenever Denny and Papa were in the same room, things were tense from Papa’s side, like a smoldering fire that might turn into a raging inferno at any moment. Then came Thanksgiving dinner when Denny was finally introduced to my six brothers, their wives, and fifteen kids.
I felt bad for him (not really), this lone white guy sitting off to the side at the table with the kids. A lesser man might have been intimated or insulted, but not Denny. Each time I looked over he was smiling and carrying on playfully with the children.
Slowly, Papa and my brothers came around. The wives already thought Denny was the hottest gringo they had ever seen, so they were an easy sell.
Papa and the boys were still not Denny’s biggest fans, but I no longer thought that they want to kill him and bury him in concrete.
At least not entirely.
Maybe they’d just bury him up to his handsome neck.
* * *
“What are you thinking, Mr. Chambers?”
Denny slid the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and gave me a sideways look. We were lounging naked and sweaty on the private beach on the island Denny and his partners owned in the South Pacific. I know what you’re thinking… his money was not important, but holy smokes, sometimes it sure was nice to have.
The white sandy beach was deserted except for we two honeymooners, and the only other people on the island were a small staff that stayed at main house. The beach where we were at that moment was totally secluded, so we had gotten into the habit of naked sunbathing every afternoon before dinner.
Denny was lying on his back in a deck chair, his brown body covered in a fine film of sweat. His long cock was draped lazily over his left thigh, enjoying its time out in the sun. I giggled because it reminded me of a sausage on a grill. God forbid that baby burn...
I was lying on my stomach with my big tits smashed beneath me and my round ass pointed toward the sun. I could feel the heat on my backside, but thanks to my heritage, my skin never burned.
“I was just thinking about how much I love this place, Mrs. Chambers,” he said with a sigh. He pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head and tucked his hands behind his neck and closed his eyes to the sun. “We don’t have to ever go home, you know. We could literally stay here forever. I can work from anywhere.”
“I can’t. And I think my new boss at the research center might have something to say about that. It was hard enough getting two weeks off for the honeymoon.” I turned onto my side and propped up onto my elbow. The sweat ran down my body and pooled on the towel covering the chair. Even my tits were dripping with sweat, and if I had not shaved my pussy for the trip, I would have been a mushy mess down there. The curls around the base of Denny’s cock glistened with sweat. Very sexy… hmmm…
“Well, we have two days left,” Denny said with a happy sigh. “So, soak it up while you can.”
“I was thinking about soaking up something else.” I reached over to take his soft cock in my hand. It immediately started to harden in my grasp and after a few tugs, grew to its full nine inches in my hand, all girthy and veiny and red and sweaty. Mmmm… just like I liked it.
“What are you doing?” Denny asked as my hand slowly pumped his cock up and down, up and down, lubing it with the sweat from his body. It got even harder with each pump. The head swelled like a ripe plum, glistening and purple and oozing little drops of Denny Juice.
“You look like you could use a hand,” I said, feeling the heat between my legs that was not coming from the sun. The moment I touched Denny’s cock my juices began to flow in anticipation of things to come. Or to cum… My pussy was gushing like a hot spring, spilling out, running down the crack of my ass.
“I could use your pussy on my face,” Denny said, his tongue darting the air like a snake.
“I taste like a salt block down there,” I said, getting off the chair without releasing my grip on his cock. “Would you settle for my pussy on your cock?”
“That would do nicely.” He held out a hand. “Climb aboard.”
Denny started rubbing my tits as I straddled my pussy over his cock and slowly lowered myself until I had taken in as much of him as I could. It felt amazing to be on the beach, in the sun, sweating despite the cool breeze, with the man I love’s cock buried deep inside my cunt.
I braced my palms on this chest and started sliding my hips back and forth, back and forth, letting his cock slide in and slide out. Each time I pulled back my clit rolled over his shaft, sending little shockwaves through me. It took less than a minute for my first orgasm to hit. I gushed hot juices out over his cock and balls and kept on going toward orgasm number two.
“Fuck… you feel… so good…” Denny sighed, his hands digging into my melon tits as my fingernails dug into his chest. “Your pussy… so fucking… tight…”
“It’s because you’re so fucking big,” I said with a smile. I sped up the pace of my hips, slamming into him now, feeling his balls bounce against my ass with every thrust. “Fuck… I’m cumming… again… oh… shit…”
“Cum with me baby,” Denny said, grabbing onto my hips and arching his back until I was literally lifted off the chair, riding him like a bucking bronco in a beach rodeo.
“Fuck!!!!” The orgasm started in my toes, making them curl, then shot up my legs, bounced across my nipples, then slammed into my pussy like a tsunami battering the shore. I came in waves, hot, juicy, salty waves, slamming Denny’s cock into my cunt as deep and hard as it would go.
“Cumming…” Denny groaned, his muscular body growing tense beneath me. A moment later, he filled me with his load. It warmed from within and oozed out of me to cover his shaft.
“Damn…” I sighed when the waves finally stopped slamming into my cunt. I struggled to catch my breath. “That… was… fucking… amazing…”
“Yes, it was,” Denny said, pulling me down on top of him. Our sweaty bodies slid around each other until he put his arms around me and held me tight. He put his lips to mine and smiled with his eyes.
“You want to know what the best part about being me is, Mrs. Chambers?” he asked.
I cooed with my nose pressed to his.
“What, Mr. Chambers?”
“The time I get to spend with you.”
“Aw…” I put my hands on his cheeks and gave him a long kiss.
“And,” he added. “The pussy.”
We both said it at the same time.
“Duh!”
THE END
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Super Steamy Deleted Bonus Scene
We were sitting at a corner table having a late dinner at the Four Seasons when the night got very interesting. It started with a simple question, one that I had never been asked before.
Denny was casually carving his filet mignon and without looking up, asked, “Have you ever fucked in a public restroom?”
I had just taken a large bite of salmon and nearly sprayed it across the table. I took a quick sip of water and wiped my lips on the napkin. I leaned in and grinned at him. “How did we go from talking about my work to talking about fucking in a public restroom?”
Denny stuck a bite of steak in his mouth and smiled as he chewed. “Isn’t fucking a much more interesting topic than work?”
“Well, I suppose.” I leaned back in the booth and looked around the restaurant. It was after nine on Friday night, but the place was still crowded with people eating their hundred-dollar steaks and two-hundred-dollar lobsters and drinking thousand-dollar bottles of wine. When my eyes came back around to Denny, he was licking his lips and smiling at me.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.
“I’m thinking that I really need to use the restroom,” I said, sliding out of the booth. I leaned down and took his earlobe between my teeth. “If I’m not back in one minute, you had better come find me.”
* * *
I was sitting on the toilet in the last stall of the ladies’ room when I heard the door open. My panties were already off and tucked away safely in my purse. I was wearing a little black dress with no bra. I unzipped the back and let it slide down my arms to expose my big titties. Denny loved my big titties. I knew that if I didn’t have them out and ready he might just rip off the dress to get to them. I stood up and carefully took off the dress and hung it on the back of the door. By the time Denny tapped lightly on the door to the stall, I was naked except for a pair of five-inch stilettos and ready to fuck his brains out.
“Hmmm…” he said as I let him into the tiny stall and closed the door behind him. We barely had enough room to stand up, so I sat on the toilet as I undid Denny’s belt and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. His nine-inch cock immediately sprang to life, hard and ready, girthy with thick veins running down the shaft to the bulbous head.
“Wow, happy to see me?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around his cock and lowering my lips to the head, which looked like a red water balloon ready to pop. Denny braced his arms on the side walls as I took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best public restroom blowjob of hi
s life.
“Fuck… don’t make me cum…” he said as my tongue swirled around the underside of the head, teasing the little bundle of nerves there. “I want you… your pussy… now…”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Chambers,” I said, standing up with my hand still pumping my cock. I pressed the tip to my stomach and rubbed it around, leaving a little trail of Denny juice. “How would you like to fuck me?”
“Climb on,” Denny said, sliding his hands around my ass and easily lifting me up. My legs went around his waist and without help, his cock impaled my pussy, sliding in easily, stopping only when the tip hit my cervix. It made me gasp because I was already seconds away from cumming.
“Hang on,” Denny said, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks. He started swinging me in and out, my pussy sliding over his thick cock, in and out and back again. I laced my fingers together behind his neck and tried not to scream. I could feel his cock everywhere, in my pussy, in my chest, in my throat. With each hard thrust the air rushed from my lungs and I gasped to take more in. It was like being on the most amazing ride at the amusement park. I had to force myself not to scream for joy at the top of my lungs.
