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
AlexanderI strode into my bedroom, drawn by the thought of Madison naked in my shower. The sound of running water grew louder as I approached the bathroom. My hand paused on the door handle - unlocked. A grin spread across my face. "Someone's feeling brave," I muttered, pushing the door open. Steam filled the massive bathroom, fogging the mirrors and glass shower walls. Through the haze, I caught glimpses of Madison's curves as she stood under the rainfall showerhead, water cascading down her body. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. "Forgot to lock the door, sweetheart?" She spun around, water droplets flying. Her hands flew up to cover herself, which was fucking adorable considering what we'd been doing all night. "Mr. Knight! I-I didn't mean to-" "Didn't mean to what?" I stepped out of my shorts, my cock already hard from the sight of her. "Leave the door unlocked while you're wet and naked in my shower?" Her cheeks flushed pink. "It wasn't intentional." I
AlexanderI stared at the real estate project files spread across my desk, running calculations for the new development in my head. The numbers looked promising, but something about the location nagged at me. My phone buzzed. Leo's name flashed on the screen. "Tell me you found something," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Bad news, man. No one else got drugged that night. I checked hospital records, talked to event staff, and even bribed a few waiters. You were the only target." "Fuck." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "The footage was useless, too. Whoever did this knew exactly where the cameras were." "Smart bastards. Must have cased the place beforehand." "Yeah, but their plan failed," I smirked, remembering how I'd made it straight to my penthouse instead of wherever they'd intended. "They probably wanted me incapacitated somewhere specific. Instead, I went home and..." Madison's face flashed in my mind, making my cock twitch at the memory. "And what?" Leo's voice dripped
Madison"Oh, before I forget!" I straightened up, remembering my upcoming trip. "I'll be heading to Las Vegas for work. But don't worry - Hazel's promised to check on you regularly while I'm gone." "Las Vegas?" Mom's eyes sparkled with interest. "Now that's what I'm talking about! Finally, some excitement in your life." "Mom, it's a business trip." "Business in the day, pleasure at night." She waggled her eyebrows. "What happens in Vegas-" "Don't you dare finish that sentence?" I shot her a warning look. "And please, for the love of everything holy, stop trying to set me up with every breathing male within a ten-mile radius." Hazel snorted. "Including her boss." "Especially my boss!" "Oh, come on." Mom adjusted her pillow, grinning like a teenager with gossip. "A girl can dream, can't she? Besides, what else am I supposed to do all day?" "Read a book? Do your physical therapy exercises? Actually, rest and recover?" "Boring!" She waved dismissively. "Matchmaking keeps me young
MadisonAlexander's eyes flashed with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bedroom at the back of the plane. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in a world of his making. He set me down on the edge of the bed, standing before me like a king surveying his domain. "On your knees." His voice was rough, commanding. I hesitated, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling in my stomach. But the look in his eyes brooked no argument. I slid off the bed, kneeling before him. The plush carpet cushioned my knees, a stark contrast to the hard man towering over me. He unbuckled his belt, the sound of metal against leather echoing in the room. "You know what I want, Madison." I reached up, my hands trembling slightly as I unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, huge and hard, mere inches from my face. I looked up at him, eyes wide, suddenly feeling very small. "Go on," he urged, voice thick with desire. I tentatively wrapped my fing
MadisonI lay there, still catching my breath, my body a mess of tingling nerves and satisfaction. His weight felt oddly comforting, anchoring me to the bed in a way that made the entire world seem distant. He lifted his head, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. "How did that feel?" "Intense," I managed to say, still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Amazing." A smirk played on his lips. "Have you ever fucked in the sky before?" I blinked at him, the absurdity of the question pulling a laugh from me. "No." "Well," he said with a cocky grin, "get used to it. You'll be getting these kinds of fucks regularly." His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. The idea of being at his beck and call for this kind of pleasure was both thrilling and terrifying. I watched as Alexander rolled off me, his muscled body glistening with sweat. My thighs were still trembling from our encounter, and I could barely catch my breath. "You look thoroughly fucked," he said wit
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