MadisonHis mouth moved back to mine, kissing me deeply as his hands worked to unzip his pants. I felt his cock spring free, hot and hard against my thigh. He broke the kiss, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom. Alexander tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine. "You ready for this?" he growled, rolling the latex onto his impressive length. I swallowed hard, nodding. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Good girl." He lifted me slightly, positioning himself at my entrance. "Because I'm about to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." With one swift motion, he thrust into me, filling me completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as I adjusted to his size. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. "Your pussy feels incredible." He started moving, his hips driving up into me with force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, his cock hitting all the right spots.
MadisonThe elevator dinged open to our floor, and Alexander strode out first, leaving me to trail behind him like the good assistant I was supposed to be. My legs still felt wobbly, and sitting at my desk proved interesting. The day crawled by in a blur of emails and phone calls. When I walked in, the office cafeteria buzzed with the usual crowd. The coffee machine hummed as I filled my cup with just a splash of cream. I found an empty table near the window, away from the main crowd. Thanks to this morning's activities, my muscles ached in places I didn't know could ache. I shifted in my seat, wincing slightly, and sipped my coffee. "Did you see what she's wearing?" A voice carried from two tables over. I kept my eyes fixed on my phone, pretending to check emails, but my ears perked up. "That dress? Yeah, I noticed." Another voice chimed in. "Looks expensive." "It's totally fake. Have you seen her wardrobe? All knockoffs." I tried to ignore the whispers, focusing on my coffee
MadisonHis hand slipped further up, brushing against the lace of my panties. "I can already imagine it," he said, his voice almost a purr. "You bent over this desk, your ass in the air, begging for my cock." I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his fingers teased along the edge of my panties. "I'd start slow," he continued, sliding one finger along the damp fabric. "Make you beg for it. Make you plead until you're dripping wet and desperate for me." His words painted vivid pictures in my mind, making my breathing hard. "And then I'd fuck you hard and fast," he said, pressing against me so I could feel the hardness straining against his pants. "Pound into you until you're screaming for more." He slipped a finger inside the waistband of my panties, pulling them down just enough to expose me to the cool air. "But I'll wait," he said, pulling back slightly but keeping his grip on me firm. "Tonight." His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that left no room for argument. "I'll make
MadisonThe cab rolled to a stop in front of the towering glass building. I glanced at my phone - 8:02 PM. Alexander had texted earlier about sending his car, but I must have missed his message between visiting Mom and rushing home to change. I handed cash to the driver, stepped out into the cool evening air, and smoothed down my jeans. After a day in that designer dress, the soft cotton t-shirt felt like coming home. Though knowing Mr. Knight, these comfortable clothes wouldn't stay on long. Heat crept up my neck at the thought. Focus, Madison. The doorman nodded as I entered the marble lobby, my sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as I stood before his penthouse door. My finger hovered over the doorbell, and my heart thumped against my ribs. The hallway felt too quiet, too exposed. The chime echoed inside, and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. My T-shirt suddenly felt too casual, my jeans too plain. But he'd
MadisonI gently placed the photo face-down again. This was just business - an arrangement. Whatever past relationships he had weren't my concern. Still, the image of his tender expression lingered in my mind. "Focus, Madison," I whispered to my reflection. The woman staring back looked like a stranger - all smoky eyes and red lips. The dress left nothing to the imagination, exactly how Alexander liked it. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the closet. The penthouse was eerily quiet except for the faint hum of the city below. My bare feet made no sound on the marble floors as I went to the balcony. The cool evening air hit my exposed skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. The city lights sparkled below, a dazzling carpet of stars brought down to earth. Even after all these visits, the view still took my breath away. Alexander stood at the railing, his back to me. The city wind ruffled his hair, his shirt pulled tight across his shoulders as he leaned forward. He hadn't hear
MadisonHe gripped my hips, his cock pressing against my entrance from behind.He thrust into me, his cock filling me completely. I gasped, my fingers gripping the railing, my knuckles turning white. He began to move, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound echoing off the balcony walls."Fuck, you look so good bent over like this," he groaned, his hands sliding up my back, gripping my shoulders for leverage.I moaned, my body rocking back to meet his thrusts. He felt so good, so deep. The city lights blurred below me, the world reduced to the feeling of his cock inside me, his hands on my body, his breath hot on my neck.He leaned down, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing against my ear. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured. "You like being fucked like a naughty little girl."I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," I whispered.He chuckled, a dark, delicious sound.He began to move faster, his cock slamming into me, his balls slapping against my cli
MadisonI woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, my body deliciously sore in places I'd forgotten existed. The silk sheets whispered against my bare skin as I stretched, wincing at the pleasant ache between my legs. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold. No sign of Alexander. "Ow," I muttered, sitting up carefully. My thighs protested the movement, and I discovered new bruises blooming on my hips - perfect imprints of his fingers. Heat crept up my neck as memories from last night flooded back. The way he'd pinned me against the railing, his mouth trailing down my spine, his commands whispered in my ear... I flopped back onto the pillows, covering my face with my hands. What had gotten into me? The shy, sensible Madison Harper I knew would never have begged a man to-. No. Not going there. The mirror across the room caught my attention, and I couldn't help but gasp at my reflection. My hair was a wild mess, and his kisses kept my lips still swol
AlexanderI stepped back from Madison, her legs still dangling off my kitchen counter, the silk robe barely covering what I'd thoroughly explored last night. The sight of her there, disheveled and marked by my attention, tested my self-control. "Alex! Where are you, man?" Anthony's voice boomed through the speaker. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing toward the living room. "At home. What do you want?" "Home? Since when have you skipped morning meetings?" He laughed. "Listen, we're getting everyone together next Sunday for dinner. The usual crew." My jaw clenched. I knew exactly what 'the usual crew' meant - Anthony's rotating collection of eligible socialites he kept trying to set me up with. "Dinner on Next Sunday? Can't make it." "Come on-" "And while we're at it, stop with the matchmaking attempts. I'm not interested." I caught a glimpse of Madison shifting on the counter, the robe sliding higher. Fuck. "Matchmaking? It's just dinner, you paranoid bastard." Anthony's amuse
MadisonAfter dinner, he took me to a rooftop bar with a view that made me gasp. The entire Strip stretched out before us, a glittering carnival of lights and possibility. "Like it?" he asked, pressing against my back as we stood at the railing. "It's beautiful." "Not as beautiful as you." His lips brushed my ear. I turned slightly to look at him, our faces inches apart. "You always know what to say, don't you?" His grin was positively wicked. "Only when it's true." We left the rooftop bar and strolled down the bustling streets of Las Vegas. The city buzzed with energy, a sensory overload of neon lights, music, and laughter. Alexander's hand found the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd with an ease that spoke of his confidence. We made our way to the front of the Bellagio Hotel, where a crowd had gathered to watch the famous fountain show. As the music started and the water danced in sync with it, I couldn't help but be mesmerized. The jets of water shot high into
MadisonI opened my eyes, half dazed with pleasure and half frustrated at being denied release. But any protest was lost as I watched him tear open a condom packet with his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. "Turn around," he growled, low and rough. I obeyed, heart racing as I got onto all fours. The bedspread felt smooth beneath my hands. I felt him behind me, positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently at my entrance. Without warning, he thrust into me with one smooth stroke, filling me completely. "Oh fuck, yes," I cried out, relishing the delicious stretch. "Goddamn," he muttered, gripping my hips. "You're so tight, Madison." He started to move, setting a blistering pace that had me gripping the bedspread for dear life. His cock stretched me, reaching places inside me that left me breathless and wanting. He spanked my ass, the sharp sting making me gasp and arch back against him. "Again," I pleaded, surprising even myself. He obliged, landing another
MadisonHe broke the kiss just long enough to yank off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. "Goddamn," I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. He chuckled darkly. "Like what you see?" "Yeah," I admitted, running my hands over his smooth skin. "Very much." "Good." He pulled me back into another kiss, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slid between my legs. His fingers found my clit through the thin fabric of the thong and started rubbing slow circles that made me gasp. "You're so wet already," he murmured against my lips. "I can feel it." His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned as his fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit, each touch driving me closer to the edge. "You like that?" he asked, his voice husky. "Yes," I panted. "Oh god, yes." He pushed the thong aside and slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Fuck!" I cried out
MadisonI hung up the phone, rolling my eyes at Alexander's commanding tone. My fingers tightened around the phone as I started walking back to the resort. Trust him to cut my exploring short with his demands. "Ten minutes," I mimicked under my breath, dodging a group of tourists. "Clock's ticking." The man was insatiable. We'd already spent half the morning tangled in his sheets, and here he was, ordering me back like some horny teenager. The memory of his hands on my body made the heat pool low in my belly. "No, stop that," I scolded myself, quickening my pace. "You're supposed to be annoyed with him." I was actually enjoying myself before his call. The fountains had been spectacular, and I'd spotted at least three shops I wanted to explore. But no - Alexander couldn't wait another hour or two. I sighed, watching another spectacular burst from the fountains. The water danced in perfect synchronization, creating shapes I'd never imagined possible. A cool mist drifted over, offer
AlexanderLeo squinted at the footage. "Could be anyone. Friend, maybe?" Rick snorted. "Friend? Please. I've worked security in Vegas long enough to know what's what. That's your classic one-night special right there." He clicked through different camera angles. "You rich folks come here thinking you're being discrete, but trust me - we see everything. The walk of shame is practically a morning ritual around here. Though usually they're gone before sunrise, not..." He checked the timestamp again. "Seven-fifteen." "Fascinating documentary on Vegas dating habits, Rick." I straightened up, my mind already piecing together a different puzzle. "But I think we're barking up the wrong tree here." Leo raised an eyebrow. "You getting that feeling too?" "Come on." I headed for the door, Leo following close behind. Once we were clear of the security room, I stopped. "Maybe we're looking at this all wrong." "What do you mean?" Leo's brow furrowed. "Think about it. We're assuming she's invol
MadisonI flopped back on the couch, my body still humming with unfulfilled desire. "Really?" I muttered to the empty room. "Right in the middle of... that?" I glanced at the money in my hand, counting the crisp bills. Nine hundred dollars. Alexander had handed it over like a pocket change, barely giving it a second thought. "Who just casually hands out hundreds like that?" I shook my head, smoothing out the bills. The gesture touched me, though - he wanted to ensure I'd be safe exploring independently. Despite our arrangement, he showed genuine concern. A small smile crept across my face as I remembered how he'd kissed me before rushing out. Even in his hurry, he'd reminded me to call if anything happened. "It's just business," I reminded myself firmly, though my racing heart suggested otherwise. He was simply being practical, ensuring his "girlfriend" was taken care of while he handled whatever urgent matter Leo had called about. "Focus, Madison," I muttered. "This is just an a
MadisonHe spanked me again, harder this time. The sting was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more so. "Fuck, Madison," he groaned, his hands gripping my ass tightly. "You should see how red your ass is. It's fucking beautiful." He spanked me again, his hand lingering on my skin. "This ass is mine," he growled. "Mine to touch, mine to spank, mine to fuck." I could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire. His hand slid down, cupping my ass cheek, squeezing it hard. I bit my lip, stifling a moan. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel that, Madison? You feel what you do to me?" He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel his cock, hard and thick, rubbing against my ass through his pants. A shiver ran down my spine, and I nodded, unable to find my voice. "You want this cock, don't you?" His voice was a low rumble, filled with lust and dominance. "You want me to fuck you with it, don't you?" I took a deep breath, my heart pounding
MadisonI stepped further into the suite, my footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. The murmur of voices grew clearer as I rounded the corner into the living area. There was Alexander, sitting in his usual commanding pose in the armchair, exuding an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. Abigail lounged on the couch as she owned it, her perfectly styled hair cascading over her shoulders and her designer dress hugging her figure flawlessly. My stomach clenched at the sight of her, a mix of jealousy and confusion swirling within me. When did Abigail come to the resort? Did Alexander invite her? I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, though I wasn't entirely sure why. It wasn't like Alexander and I had any romantic relationship, yet seeing Abigail comfortably settled on the couch made me uneasy. Alexander's eyes found mine immediately. "Miss Harper. Sit." He gestured to the empty chair across from him. I perched on the edge of the seat, hyper-aware of Abigail's
AlexanderI kept my expression neutral, though my mind raced through possible ways to get rid of her before Madison returned."I'm waiting for my friend, Leo." I leaned against the doorframe, deliberately blocking the entrance.Abigail's perfectly manicured fingers traced the neckline of her dress. "Really? I could have sworn you were expecting someone else." Her smile widened. "Perhaps me?""No, definitely Leo." I checked my watch, playing up the busy executive act. "He should be here any minute.""Oh, come now, Alexander." She stepped closer, her perfume wafting between us - too strong, too artificial. "Is there someone inside? Don't you want to invite me in for old time's sake?"I weighed my options. Leaving her in the hallway might draw more attention, and the last thing I needed was gossip about me entertaining women."Not like that, Abigail." I stepped aside, gesturing her in with calculated indifference. "But please, come in."She sashayed past me, her hips swaying with practic