Chapter 3 I’m sitting on the couch, watching a horror movie when Camden comes down the steps.I glance up from the couch and my eyes bug out when I see he isn’t wearing shirt and only grey sweatpants that hang low on his defined hips, showing a perfectly carved V that I know leads to a very big cock. I’m not sure what to focus on. His pecs, curved and muscular, or his abs, all eight of them, or the way his cock swings against the thin grey fabric as he comes down the steps. My eyes lock onto the bulge and a million different scenarios run through my head. I’ve never sucked a cock, but I bet his would taste good. I want to curl my fingers around the elastic waistband and pull the sweatpants down and suck the crown between my lips. Once I get a good rhythm, maybe he would take control and fuck my face. Camden has ruined me for anyone else and I haven’t even had him yet. “Nothing like a good shower after a long day,” he says, jumping over the couch and landing right next t
Chapter 4 “What are you doing?” I yelp, gathering the blankets to cover my body. My vibrator is still between my legs, inserted in my wet hole. “Get out!” I scream, frantic that he saw me like this. I mean if I was smart, I would have waited until he wasn’t at my door, but I never said I was smart, just desperate to get rid of this boiling blood in my veins. I locked the door. I thought that would be enough to keep him away. “I’m not fucking going anywhere, Amelia.” His voice is a rumble, shaking my fragile control I have on my body. “Look at you,” he admires, stepping over the wreckage of the door. I cover my breasts as he steps forward. “You didn’t seem to think too much of me down there.” I turned away from him, remembering how he asked me if I was a virgin, as if it was a complete turn off to him. “You misunderstood me.” Now, he is next to me, standing at the edge of the bed and grabs the sheet I have covering half my body, yanking it away, exposing me. “I only aske
Chapter 5 “Amelia?” I blink the haze away when I see Camden hovering over me, his lips wet, proof of why I fell unconscious. I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed of what just happened. “Oh my god, this is my worst nightmare.” “Are you kidding? It’s a stroke on my ego. I made you orgasm so hard, you blacked out for few seconds. And can I just say,” he brings his mouth to mine and mutters, “You taste like heaven. You taste like mine. Taste yourself.” He kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue, sharing what makes him so ravenous. “Mmm,” I say in surprise when I like what I taste. I deepen the kiss, wanting more, but Camden pulls away, standing over me like a god. His abs gleam in the lowlight of my room and his cock is still hidden beneath those grey shorts. There is a large wet spot on the front, pooling directly where his tip is. My imagination was right about one thing. His cock is huge. His hand cups the large beast, giving it a good shake. “Take my pants off.
Chapter 6 “I could look into your green eyes for the rest of my life,” he says and it’s sweet, something I wasn’t expecting at a moment like this. He lays me down, kicking of his sweats, and cages my head in with his arms, holding the majority of his weight. He peppers my face with kisses and slows things down, turning the heat from scorching hot, to a passionate simmer. “It’s going to hurt at first, but I promise to make you feel good.” “You’ve already made me feel good,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck as he settles between my legs. One of his hands disappears and it’s to guide his cock to my entrance. I gasp, holding my breath when I feel the tip stretching me and the slight pressure from the piercing entering me. If I never get to have Camden again, this night will be the best night of my life. I know no other man will compare to him. “Are you ready?” “I’m always ready for you,” I reply, my mouth dropping open on a painful, but at the same time, pleasurable
Epilogue It’s Sunday night now. I only get one more night of him holding me before our normal lives take over. “Come with me,” he says, popping his arm up on the bed as he rubs his finger around my nipple. We just made love for the hundredth time in two days. I’m sore and aching in all the right places and I want it to be like that for the rest of my life. “What?” I turn to face him. “You have work.” “I can leave. I have enough money to start a business somewhere else if I wanted.” “Your son—” “He can visit. He is an adult now. I’ll always be there if he needs me, but my life is starting again, with you.” Right as I open my mouth to say yes, the door slams shut and I sit up in bed. No. “Amelia! Camden!” My dad roars so loud it shakes the house. “Oh, no.” I cover my mouth. “It’s going to be okay.” He covers me up with a blanket and puts on his pants just when my dad opens the door with my mom crying behind him. “So it’s true.” His face turns red. “I didn’t want to
**HOLLY** She had just turned nineteen and yet, walking the street, any passer-by would swear she couldn’t be older than sixteen. Sweet sixteen. That was probably why she always got away with so much—her small body and big puppy-dog eyes were hard to say no to. She was liked by everyone who met her and cherished by all those in her life. And yet, Holly had never actually been in love. She swore it was because she looked so young, and that nobody took her seriously. When she dressed up for a night out on the town, she looked like a young girl that was trying too hard. She was desperate for someone to call her ‘sexy’ rather than always calling her ‘cute.’ She was certainly pretty, though—that much was hard to ignore. Holly was small in stature, with short perky breasts to match her frame, beautiful long brown hair, and big green eyes that seemed too big for her face but made her look like an angel. She was breathtaking, and once you laid eyes on her, she was hard to forget. What
CHAPTER 2 Holly spent the next two hours preparing herself, determined to strike the right balance between looking sexy and remaining true to who she was. After a long, vigorous bath that left her skin soft and flushed, she stood in front of her closet, deliberating over her choices. She didn’t want to overdress like last time, where she’d felt out of place. This time, she chose a sleek black dress that had never seen the light of day. The dress was simple yet perfect for her body, hugging her waist and thighs just right, the hem stopping modestly just before her knees. The neckline dipped low enough to hint at her cleavage, despite her small breasts, which were subtly lifted by the fabric's snug fit. She slipped on red heels—not too high, just enough to elevate her—and paired them with small red button earrings, deciding against any other jewelry to keep the look understated. Holly tied her hair into a high ponytail, the long strands swaying as she moved, brushing her lower
CHAPTER 3 The next evening, while Holly was gearing herself for a night on the couch, her phone rang. *Not again*, she thought and went to pick it up. “No, no, I’m not going clubbing again,” she said into the phone, assuming it was Chantelle asking her to go out again. Knowing Chantelle, that was exactly the kind of thing she’d do. “Oh, I agree, I’m definitely not in the mood to go to a club. Once this month was definitely enough.” The voice on the other end was definitely not Chantelle’s. The deep male voice was unmistakable. “Aaron?” she asked, thankful that he couldn’t see how nervous she suddenly was. She kicked herself for saying his name, as it made it seem as if no other man would phone her or as if she had been waiting for his call. “Chantelle told me that she gave you my number,” she quickly added. “Um, hi.” “Hi,” he said and chuckled. “I’m sorry for going behind your back after you so blatantly said no to me. But I’m not one to give up. Also, I just wanted to kn
Tyler moved closer to them and caressed her breast with one hand. Jessica reached for his belt quickly undoing his pants. Placing her hands around the back edges of them, she eased Tyler's pants to the floor releasing his harden penis. She placed her hand around it gently grasping and pulling it. She pulled his harden shaft to her lips and kissed the tip allowing her tongue to taste his flesh. Tyler cupped the back of her head pushing his penis deep in her mouth. Her tongue swirled and her cheeks caved as he trusted back and forth. He grunted with desire feeling acceleration beating in his limb. "Yeah baby... suck that cock...ahh yeah!" Tyler thrust deep in her throat causing Jessica to expel a gag reflex. She withdrew it for her mouth. Grabbing both arms, Tyler helped her to her feet. He spun her around and bent her over. He spread her legs opening them wide. He took his penis with his free hand and inserted it inside of her. He pushed deep within her as his balls beat against
Tyler stood in the doorway of the conference room shocked by the image his eyes held. Derrick turned and stood meeting his partner's gaze. Jessica slowly stood feeling her face slightly flushed. Tyler quietly closed the door behind him. "What's going on here," he asked looking back at the two of them. Jessica blushed as she looked back at Tyler. Derrick cleared his throat grinning as he looked at his partner. "I got lost and ran into Mr. Stark," Jessica started fixing her skirt. "We collided and I caused her to hit her head and knee," Derrick stated. "I was...helping..." "I'm sorry to hear that...my apologies miss. I am Tyler Mason, Derrick's partner," he introduced extending his hand. "It's a pleasure Mr. Mason. My name is Jessica Evens. I am a student at Long Beach University." "I see," Tyler said looking back at Derrick. "You're here with the other future editors, correct!?" "Yes, that's right." Derrick repositioned his glasses on his face feeling almost ambush
"Are you okay," Derrick asked sitting her up. She grabbed her head rubbing the aching spot. Derrick helped her to her feet and led her to the nearby chair. "Don't move! I'll be right back." She nodded her head slightly and he exited the door. He walked across the hall to the employee lounge and opened the cabinet door. He quickly grabbed a bag and filled it with ice. He returned to the room carrying the bag on ice. She was still seated in the same spot. Derrick handed her the bag. He watched her gently place it on her wavy blonde hair feeling a little uneasy. He walked to where another table stood in the corner and began fixing them a drink hoping to kill any pain. He handed her the glass and she gazed up at him. Her ocean grey eyes captured him. She took the glass lightly brushing his hand with her finger tips. His heart fluttered as he downed his drink. The strong bourbon slid down his throat burning as it touched the parched area. He grabbed the nearest seat and pulled it u
The doors to the elevator parted unveiling an endless window stretching from the ground floor to the top. Jessica and Cherry entered the elevator as directed astonished by the sight as they ascended. The scenery was a peaceful wonder stretching to the sea. The more elevated they became, the more the world shrunk around them. It was a glorious painting of different rays of lights and contrasts as Jessica peered out the window. It almost felt as if she had been flying. The journey to the floor was as entertaining as the classroom. Cherry continuously boasted about Mason & Stark Industries and how their work has changed many lives. Jessica smiled and pretended to listen as her friend's excitement escalated. They finally arrived to their destination and the doors parted open once again. As they excited the elevator doors, they were greeted by a thin, dark hair woman. She graciously led the group down the hall discussing her position and the company. As she spoke, Jessica realized she
"It was good. Nothing to really brag about but I would definitely bend her over a desk any time I need a stressful release." "Amazing," Derrick said without glancing from his paper. "You managed to seduce your secretary and gain new potential clientele all in one day. What's next!? A college intern?" Tyler let out a loud chuckle finding Derrick's astonishment humorous. The silence returned between the two of them. Tyler continued reading through the papers. He flipped the page and spotted a picture of them at the top. Tyler patted Derrick on his shoulder. "We made the paper this week," Tyler announced folding the pages down. Derrick leaned over to get a better look. "What is now the most exciting new company on the block, Mason & Stark Industries is making headlines across the nation. Tyler Mason and Derrick Stark are striking back against bankruptcy and saving many companies from dying out. At age 36, they are the youngest and the most eligible business men of the decade...
"Why not? He's...handsome. It would be perfect for you. Both of you will get laid and everyone will benefit with good grades and attitude adjustments." "He's in his forties. I'm only twenty." "So!" "Why don't you sleep with him if age doesn't bother you?" "Maybe I will. Beside, the older they are the more experienced and the better the sex is." Jessica shook her head half amused. The two became silent as Mr. Emerson’s gaze fell on them. He continued talking as the hour passed. It was a dull discussion apart from the little sarcastic remarks Cherry made. The discussion seemed endless as the time dragged on. Finally, he concluded his session as he handed out Mason & Stark Industries brochures to the class. "Oh my God," Cherry squealed excitedly. “I cannot believe we are actually going to meet Tyler and Derrick. They are sooo hot. What I wouldn't give to see the two of them naked. I bet they are hung....Oh that's right! You're not into older guys...Oh well. More for me."
"Can I have everyone's attention; please...We need to go over a few things before we get on our way. So, just bear with me a moment." Mr. Emerson stood at the front of the classroom looking over everyone as he spoke. Jessica watched him from the back of the room as he placed himself in front of the class delivering his notorious speech of rules and regulations. He looked identical to what the idle teacher persona you would read or see in magazines. At least to her, he always did. She had tried to picture him on a normal day off but found it difficult to imagine. He had been her advisor and instructor for almost two years and he generally looked the same every year. The door to classroom closed with a thundering noise causing every students heads to turn. It was Cherry. She always had a way with making an entrance. She was usually late for things and always the last person to arrive. "Ahh, Ms. Davis! How wonderful it is for you to grace us with your presence. Please, take a sea
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You come in here and think I'm just going to sign over my company," the older man yelled from across the table. "It's simple math, Mr. Bowden. Your company is in bankruptcy and we offer the only solution," Tyler said with a wave of his hand. Derrick lounged in his leather chair propping his forehead on his fingers. His dark hair was parted and shaped his long face as it hung loosely from his scalp. He looked at the old man and his son through his black, squared framed glasses. His hazel eyes watched and evaluated their clients as they sat fidgety in their seat. His legs were crossed raising his black pants leg. Feeling slightly annoyed, he loosed his silver and blue striped tie allowing it to hang on his black vest. Still uncomfortable, he reached for his collar and unbuttoned the top button of his light blue shirt. "Mr. Bowden," he started. "We are a very successful industry and we want nothing more than the best for your company.
Jessica quickened the motion as she began thrusting her hips forward. Her body turned warm and her breath felt husky as her sensation increased. Warm liquids rushed from her body. She moaned louder unable to contain the excitement as quick rushes of air expelled from her mouth. She moved the shaft more rapidly as the water beaded down her and the toy pulsated intensely. She pushed it as deep as she could, filling her entire canal with rotating pleasures. Suddenly, an explosion of intense sensation filled her lower body as met her climax. Her body convulsed sending rapid excitement throughout her. Her toes curled and her muscles contracted. She let out a satisfying grunt with each convulsion. Her heart quickened and she became limp, exhaustion setting in. Jessica returned the shower head to its place feeling the weight of her arms. The water slowed to a drip as she turned the knobs silencing the shower. She climbed out and patted herself dry convulsing silently as she touched her n