Tonight's The Night (Night #5)

by Lauren Milson

  “Go to my office,” he rasps against my ear. “Take the back entrance into the house. Sit on the sofa and wait for me. I will be there soon.”

  I nod and he gives me one long, final kiss.

  5

  Joshua

  I feel so free. I shut down the party, tip out my caterer and then turn my eyes back to the house. I stride toward it, my cock thickening, and rush through the back door and dash up the stairs, two at a time.

  I push the door to my office open wide and stand in the doorway. She’s sitting on the sofa like I told her to, the skirt of her tulle and silk dress gathered up at her knees, her legs bent and angled to the side. She looks conservative like she always has but naughty like she is going to be from now on.

  “Angela.”

  “Joshua,” she whispers back to me, sliding her feet down to the floor. The only sound is the squeaking of her long legs against the leather of the sofa. She rises to her full height and still I tower over her, the lithe little angel that she is.

  I crush my lips down onto hers and take her face in my hands, backing her up toward the couch. She falls backward, her fingers coming up to the cold metal on my belt. She licks her lips and I take her chin in my hand.

  “No,” I tell her sternly. “I want to explore you first.”

  I watch her eyelids flutter closed as I lift in her my arms to lay her down on the sofa. I strip the dress off her torso, reaching around to her back to pull down the zipper and let the dress fall down her breasts and stomach to reveal that she is not wearing a bra. It pools around her and I hold her down with my fingers pressed between the valley of her breasts. Lying down like this, her breasts look smaller but still with roundness at the edges.

  I glide my hands up from her ribs to her chest and leave them to rest there and then squeeze to make a moan slide from her lips. Her chin tips up and I bring my mouth to one nipple, pink and pebbled, and latch on to bring it into my mouth with a combination of licking and sucking motions. My other hand slides down her body to her skirt and then up again to her panties.

  “Oh my God.” I slide the panties down and let them stay bunched at her knees and then slide two fingers into her pussy. She moans as I slide forward. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

  She shakes her head back and forth with her lips pressed together tightly and her eyes shut tight.

  “Fuck, you are tight,” I groan, knowing what a snug fit we’re going to have together.

  The feeling of her walls sinking in around my fingers makes my cock lurch. I can’t take this anymore, but I want her to come first. I slide my fingers in and out of her and watch with rapt attention as her body blossoms and her chest becomes flushed and red. Her fingers grip the edge of her skirt.

  “Pull it up, show me your pussy.”

  She opens her eyes and looks at me through a cloud of lust, pulling the layers of bunched tulle up shyly. She bites the corner of her lower lip and when she’s just about to bring the fabric above the valley of her pussy I slow my movements and pull my fingers from her and push them into her mouth. She moans around them as she tastes herself. I switch them out for my thumb and her tongue swirls around it.

  The skirt finally comes up past her pussy and I stare down at it. She is wet, I knew that already, but she has the most incredibly erotic-looking and perfect pussy. It’s far more beautiful than I could have expected. She is not totally bare — a dusting of dark brown hair forms a thin triangle on her mound and the outer lips are bare. Her erect, small clit peeks out from thin, glistening wet lips. But it’s not just her lips that are wet. Her inner thighs are wet, too. I think I could come on her thigh and get her pregnant. The thought makes my cock jerk.

  I grab her and flip her over onto her knees, pulling the thong the rest of the way down to her ankles. Once I have it I gather her hands at the base of her spine and she jerks her head back to look at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

  “Mr. Stevens?”

  I pull her chin back and kiss her mouth deeply, feeling her lips curl up into a smile as my hand comes down onto the soft, round globe of her right ass cheek. A pinched, light moan slides through her body.

  “I hope this is okay, Angela,” I growl against her mouth, but she knows what’s happening.

  “I don’t know,” she teases, wiggling her hips a little. “You’re making me feel so naughty, Mr. Stevens. Like I’ve done something bad.”

  “Oh, you have done something bad,” I whisper against her mouth. “You did this. You drove me to it. And this is what bad girls get.”

  I squeeze her right ass cheek and claim her lips slowly, then bring my hand down to smack her ass. She lets out a high-pitched yelp and struggles slightly against the restraint I’ve made.

  “That’s good, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she breathes. “God, yes.”

  I keep my eyes trained on the supple, soft skin of her ass and give it a smack, alternating between cheeks. I kiss her, and when I have her moaning into my mouth, I put one hand between her legs and rub her pussy, concentrating on her clit but not attacking it as directly as I could. I keep alternating between smacking her ass and rubbing her soft, delicious pussy until I taste tears against her lips and when her body starts to edge toward an orgasm, I drive two fingers up into her pussy and give her a hard smack squarely on her ass cheek as her pussy squeezes around my fingers, her back arches, her lips open in a silent scream, and she comes.

  “Now,” I say, bringing her down into my arms as she shakes and convulses. I put kisses on her lips, cheeks and chin as she pants. I slide my hand up between her legs again and slide my fingers inside her and curl them up toward her belly button while my other hand removes the restraint around her wrists but she barely notices.

  “That feels so good, Mr. Stevens,” she moans against my lips. “You feel big inside me.”

  I feel a wicked grin spread across my cheeks as I stand to throw her over my shoulder. I stride down the hall and look down at the front door from the balcony that looks over the grand foyer. My daughter is at her mother’s house tonight — she never liked my parties and that gave me an opportunity to staff them out with girls just like her best friend — but I know there will be a delicate balancing act until Angela and I are able to hammer out the details of how we will proceed.

  There’s time for all of that planning later. Right now Angela is panting over my shoulder and when I get to the door of my bedroom I swing the wide double-doors open and kick them shut behind me, tossing Angela onto the big four-poster in the center of the room. I put my fingers into the collar of my dress shirt and loosen my tie as I put my body over hers and her legs wrap eagerly around my hips. She wraps her arms around me as I claim her mouth roughly.

  “You are by far the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, and I will make it my mission from this moment on to ensure that you are cared for in every way…and that I am the one to care for you in all things, Angela.” I knock her knees apart with my thigh and dive between her legs, sliding my hands up under her ass and peeling her inner lips open with my thumbs. I latch on to her clit and hum against her.

  “Oh God.” Her voice chokes out in a breaking sob. I suck on her tender clit and slide two fingers into her. She tenses immediately and glides her hands through my hair, her fingers gripping me and pulling me closer to her as she bucks her hips softly into the air. Her intoxicating scent is something I try to memorize as I suck and lick her pussy, gently fucking her with two thick digits. My cock is about to burst and when I finally cannot take any more, I pull away from her.

  “I need to be inside you. Now.”

  I yank my belt off and unzip to unfurl my cock from my pants, then fist the base and groan as I imagine it’s her pussy that’s wrapping around it instead.

  “This is what a bad girl did to me.” I bite my lip and watch in rapt attention as she comes up to her knees, smiling shyly with the knowledge that this is all for her. She wraps her own fist around my cock and I feel like a new man. She grips and s
trokes me, putting her soft, plush lips to her tip, sliding her tongue out to swirl around the swollen, purple head. “This is all for you, Angela. The only thing I’ve fucked for a year has been my hand and I’ve whispered your name while I did it.”

  Her eyes flash up to mine and I watch her throat as she swallows thickly. She dips her head down again and opens up to take my cock between her lips and I slide my hand through her hair to guide her lips up and down my cock.

  Jesus.

  “You’re incredible, Angela. Fuck.”

  She doesn’t respond, instead hollowing her cheeks to slurp up and down my cock. She adds a hand to cradle my balls. But I’m not wasting another drop of my cum until the tip of my dick is pressed up against her cervix and I’m shooting my cum into her virgin womb.

  So I pull her off and flip her over to lay her on her stomach. Her knees bend and she flippers her feet through the air and peeks over her chin at me.

  “Are you going to spank me again and show me that I’ve been bad?”

  I laugh darkly.

  “I have much better ways to punish you, love.”

  I grab her by her hips and rake my hands to her ass, then pull my tie off and thread the length of silk through the bars on the wrought-iron headboard, fastening her wrists together.

  “Nothing’s getting in the way of what I’m going to do to you,” I rasp against her ear, groping down her body until my hands are splitting her ass cheeks apart.

  “Promise?” She wiggles her round ass at me. God. She’s just so fucking cute, even when I’m telling her she’s taking a punishment from my big dick. She welcomes it. She challenges me.

  Go ahead and fuck me relentlessly. I can take it. Bring it on, I can tell she’s thinking. This is going to be absolutely perfect. I give her a quick kiss before I get down to business.

  “Promise.”

  6

  Angela

  With my hands tied above my head I know he will make good on his promise to not let anything stand in his way — not that I would stand in his way. But he just wants to be sure. Nothing will stand in his way — least of all me. His hands part my ass cheeks and I suck in a sharp intake of breath when his tongue glides over my asshole. I pull against the restraint — involuntarily, of course, because the pleasure is just too great, too erotic, too dirty, and pure instinct kicks in to make me try to run from it.

  His laugh makes a thrill skitter across my skin. I gasp as he slides his tongue down from my ass to my pussy lips, exploring slowly and carefully. He pulls my lips apart and slides his tongue down to my clit, making me gasp and causing my legs to shake. His lips close around it. There’s an infuriating casualness in his every touch, the friction between his brutal, dirty words and his sweet, confident, and easy touches a chemically addictive combination.

  “Nothing between us, Angela,” he whispers. “Ever. I am totally clean and I want to feel all of you. Every incredible inch, every single curve, all of your depths. All of it, Angela.”

  I nod, the pressure inside my belly building. As promised, he pushes the head of his cock to my opening, making my heart flutter. Panic and excitement mix inside me as I brace myself for the heft of his massive cock finally splitting through me for the first time. He eases forward slowly, and despite the soaked state of my lips, my holes, everything, he needs to slide in and stretch me open inch by inch. If he thrusted his hips down I might just break right in two.

  “We’re almost in.” His hands grab my ass cheeks and grip them tightly, the sting of his fingers edging close to the pressure growing inside my slick channel. He fills me slowly, pain mixing with pleasure as he tears through the sensitive barrier inside, then finally I feel him bottom out deep inside me. I can barely think with his big dick stuffed inside me. “That’s it, Angela.”

  “That feels so good,” I whisper, dumb-struck at the pleasure. He reaches around to the front of me and massages my clit, his cock un-moving. I wiggle my hips, desperate for some kind of movement, desperate to get fucked, but he is steadfast in his refusal to fuck me. His fingers massage my clit slowly, winding me back up to the point of no return and then backing off again, my moans echoing through the room.

  “Joshua, please,” I whisper, my cheek against the bed.

  His cock slides out of my pussy and I finally get a taste of the feeling of being fucked — but he doesn’t slide back into me. His cock is just a cruel phantom between my legs. I’m on edge and my breathing is shaky as I wait for the inevitable — for him to enter me once again.

  Instead, he unties my hands from above my head and turns me onto my back. He is so beautiful, or maybe the chemicals sloshing around in my brain are making me idealize him. No. He’s always been an Adonis. His broad, tanned chest is on full display and contrasting with his crisp white shirt, unbuttoned down to his waist. His hips cut against his dress pants and the only thing visible below the belt is his thick cock, bobbing and dripping with his precum and all of the juices my body has made just for him. His eyes are glue to my body as if he’s never seen me before, and as if he hadn’t had his hands on me and his dick inside me just seconds ago. It’s like he’s soaking me all up at once.

  I start to sit up but his swift reproach puts me in my place.

  “On your back, baby girl.”

  Fuck! Why is that so freaking hot? My clit tingles. I think I almost just came from his rough tone saying something so damn sweet to me.

  He pushes my knees up with two broad hands gliding up the backs of my legs. He’s able to hold my feet up with one forearm across me and I watch his dick as it sinks straight through me, making my head fall back and making a scream rip from my throat.

  “Hold your legs up,” he commands, and I do, grabbing my ankles to hold them in place. The position is raw and vulnerable and I can’t believe I like it so much. He sinks down into me over and over, the sudden sensation of being fucked making my eyes travel from my pussy to his eyes. A shudder breaks through my chest as he keeps his eyes glued to the place where our bodies meet, then slides two fingers into my mouth without taking his eyes of his cock stuffing up into me over and over. His fingers come down on my clit with a brutal attack and it makes me break and scream, coming instantly.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, that feels so good!”

  “You like my big dick stuffing that little pussy?”

  “Yes, yes, I fucking love it, oh God!”

  My friend’s dad turns my pussy into a playground and rubs my clit until I come again as he fucks me hard, pistoning his hips down and up, beads of sweat plumping on my forehead and my upper lip. His hair is getting wet at the temples and as I watch his hard, wet cock slide into me over and over as he loses control. He grabs my hips and I let go of my ankles, my legs instead wrapping around his waist and locking together around his body.

  “Come for me, Angela,” he rasps against my ear. “Come with me. I need to feel you come with me. I need to feel that beautiful cunt milk me for all I’ve got.”

  “It feels too good, Joshua, it’s too good,” I whisper against his cheek.

  “Are you on anything?”

  Shit! I shake my head frantically and bite my lip as his eyes find mine in the darkness.

  “Good."

  Beads of sweat plump and fall from his forehead as he bottoms out inside me, gripping my hips to keep himself planted firmly inside. I squirm and pant and scream because it feels too good, but his cock expands, stiffens, twitches and explodes inside my pussy as I cum, inviting him inside. He takes a huge breath and it feels never-ending, then exhales shakily. I’ve never seen him like this, ready to burst at the seams. He feels vulnerable for the first time, and as he kisses my hair and breathes me in we both struggle to catch our breath.

  I don’t want to fall asleep and I don’t want the night to end, but with his arms around me I’m helpless.

  “You’re beautiful, Angela,” I hear him whisper as I drift off to sleep. “And you’re mine.”

  7

  Joshua

  I told E
mily I had to take care of some business out West, which is a fact: the business of setting things up for me and Angela. Angela had to leave for the beginning of the summer semester and I wanted our new place to be set up in time for her arrival, but not before she had a chance to spend adequate time with Emily and catch up with her the way she’d intended to at the close of the spring semester. They each had a rigorous course of study for the second semester of college and they needed time, I understand, to dig into the trenches to unearth everything they needed to catch up on.

  I step out of my private jet and take in a deep breath of the fresh California air. The sun is beating down on me and it feels glorious. I close my eyes and take another breath, holding it in longer this time.

  Damn, that feels good. Feels like home. I laugh to myself. I never liked New York, anyway.

  “Sir,” my valet says, rushing around me to grab my briefcase from me. I pause in the middle of handing it to him.

  “You know what? I’ve got it,” I say with a smile. “I’m a big boy. I can carry my own things.”

  “Don’t take my job away from me,” he says, walking next to me and sliding on his aviators. I let him grab the back door of the Lincoln town car and I get in, pulling my phone out. I have real estate contacts out here.

  “I need an apartment in Los Angeles,” I tell my old college friend as my car takes off. I go through the specifics of what I’m looking for and he tells me he has something that he thinks I am going to love. He tells me he’ll text me the details.

  After we hang up, I look out the window at the swaying palm trees and the sun as it sets over the ocean. My phone buzzes with the address of the house where I’m meeting my friend. We’re arriving at the house in no time and I meet him outside the big gates that separate the property from the street.