CHAPTER 5

He had said he'll send a car for me today, I didn't sleep well. I was anxious, I kept thinking about later tonight. Our first night together.

At first I thought about having a spa day but then I already had one earlier this week. To keep myself busy and stop thinking about Lucas, I called Ari but she left town with her boyfriend last night, Kathy was still on her honeymoon.

It is still just 2pm meaning hours before I had to see him, so I decided to work on my interview notes and give Jessica my boss an update.

I was still working when I heard the door to my apartment open, I walk out of my little home office where I was working to see my brother Wes.

"Okay so giving you my key was a mistake," I say walking to him.

He gives me a quick hug and plops down on the couch.

"I'm avoiding Justin and his girlfriend, she wants to set me up with one of her annoying little friends." He says explaining.

"Isn't a frat house big enough for you to avoid them there." I say joining him on the couch.

"It is but they're everywhere I go to and I can't stand her, so here I am at my favorite sisters place."

"I'm your only sister, and that key is only for emergencies." I say rolling my eyes at him.

"Anyway what are you up to?" He asks.

"Just finishing off some work." I say.

"Cool you're going out later with Ari and Kathy." He asks.

"No they're out of town but I have something to do later. Why?" I ask.

"No nothing, I know you always go out with them every Saturday. Anyway what's happening later." He adds.

"Nothing." I say standing up and heading to the kitchen.

"Nothing?" He asks following me.

"You have a date?" He asks.

"What? no," I say avoiding his face.

"Yeah you have a date." He says with a knowing smile.

"So who's he?" He asks.

"Wesley stop, it's not a date. It's a work thing." I lie.

"Oh cool," he says but he doesn't sound convinced.

Anyway you can hangout here and there's leftover lasagna in the fridge," I say leaving in the living room.

He leaves an hour later after receiving a call from one of his girlfriends.

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Hours later I was done getting ready, it's almost 8pm. I had dressed up in the sexiest underwear I owned, I wore a short elegant white dress not too sexy but sexy enough and my favorite pair of heels.

I put on little makeup, nothing too visible.

I let my long brunette hair down, one of my best attributes I have received like a hundred comments about my hair.

At 8pm on the dot I took the lift downstairs, I say hello to the door man Johnny and walk out to see Lucas's driver waiting for me.

"Good evening Miss Ford," he says opening the car door for me.

"Good evening," I answer with a smile.

We drive to Lucas's penthouse in silence, I had been nervous since yesterday but right now I wasn't the only on my mind is that kiss we had shared yesterday and how I longed for his lips on mine.

I take the elevator alone to his penthouse, he had already given instructions to the front desk.

I stepped into the deserted hallway when I reached his floor, the door to his penthouse was open so I just entered and closed the door behind me. I looked around walking inside, everything was luxurious and manly but didn't look like someone actually lived here. Everywhere was quiet and Lucas wasn't anywhere around. So I walked inside to the first door on my right, it was a bedroom.

Standing in front of the open window was Lucas. Shirtless. His belt was pulled out of his slacks, so the pants hung low on his hips. The dramatic V-line was noticeable over his hips, even from where I stood several feet away. His side profile was visible, and he continued to stare at the city even when he heard the door.

The muscles of his sides were tight, chiseled, and defined. They wrapped all the way around until the muscles of his back were visible, bulging with strength. I'd never seen him shirtless, but I'd imagined it a couple of times.

I walked into the room, my heels lightly tapping against the hard floor.

I stood behind him and examined his reflection in the glass. His eyes took in the scenery in front of him with a relaxed expression, but his jaw was slightly tight, like he was thinking about something.

He turned around and faced me. With his bare feet, he walked across the floor toward me, unbuttoning his slacks as he went. They came loose and slowly slid down his body, his black boxers emerging.

I felt my stomach flutter as I was his gorgeous body. He looked over to the table beside him , on the table was a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

"Drink?" He asked pouring himself one and pouring me one before I even answered.

He took a sip and gave me mine. I collected it my fingers brushing his, I took a sip and dropped it back on the table.

I was still clothed and he was just in his boxers but he stared at me like I was naked.

He pushed his boxers over his hips and let an impressive dick emerge. It was at half-mast, but even then, it was still something to show off.

"Take off your clothes." He said as he kicked his boxers away, standing there proudly with that big dick and gorgeous body.

The longer I looked at his naked body, the less I cared about how stupid this was. The less I cared about the consequences. Maybe this would be a good thing for me, maybe I wouldn't fall for him and be devastated when it's over. Maybe there was no point in overthinking it.

He knew I wanted him, so there was no point in hiding it. There was also no point in keeping my clothes on.

I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall over my hips until it hit the ground.

His gaze immediately dropped to chest taking in my impressive breast size and then down to my thong.

I peeled off my bra and thong and let it fall into our pile of mutual clothes.

Lucas looked me over, slowly walking toward me as he cherished the sight of my body. He took in my curves, my nipples, my belly button. He saw everything.

When his lips were close to mine, his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into him, making my stomach press against his hard dick.

It was huge and felt amazing pressed against my stomach.

His hand slid into my hair, and he looked at me for a moment, and got a good grasp before he leaned in and kissed me.

I relaxed my body, and my brain turned off. My hands glided up his powerful back to the enormous shoulders I'd admired on so many occasions. My nails tested his neck, pressing deep into the surface to see if the skin would puncture.

His large hands moved to my ass and squeezed both cheeks as he kissed me, as he made love to my mouth with his. The kiss was so slow and tight, not sloppy and rushed.

Sometimes there was tongue, but there was never saliva. Sometimes there was a deep breath, a masculine moan. Sometimes he could feel my lips tremble with desire, and he gave me a moment to catch my breath.

He touched me the way a man had never touched me before, his large hands squeezing me everywhere. My ass cheeks were practically bruised under his fingertips. My tits felt full and heavy in his hands.

He touched me like I could handle it, could handle everything he was about to give me.

He guided me backward onto the bed, and we rolled together, the back of my head hitting the pillow. He pulled a condom from somewhere and slipped it on before he parted my legs with his knees, bringing us close together. His face rested over mine, and his arms pinned behind my knees as he sank inside me, his big dick stretching my little pussy.

He moaned against my lips, like he could feel just how tight I was. He sank deeper and deeper, stopping when his balls tapped against my ass. Now he breathed into my mouth, enjoying the way our bodies fit together like lock and key.

I felt the stretch of my body, felt my pussy ache from his intrusive presence. I'd never been with a man so big, who pushed in so deep. I was moaning against his mouth because I felt two things at once—pleasure and pain.

He rocked into me, our breaths in sync.

"Fuck..." My fingers dug into his hair as I cradled his face close to mine. Our noses touched as we breathed together, my slickness oozing down my crack and onto the bedding underneath us. This was what I'd been craving for weeks, a big man to press me into the bed and fuck me good.

It was fucking incredible.

"Yes, yes, yes" My hands moved up his chest, and I bit my bottom lip as I felt the climax approach, felt the heat numbing my fingertips.

He shifted his body closer to mine and fucked me harder, fucked me at a deeper angle.

"God..." I buried my face in his neck and released, my pussy squeezing his cock. It was so good, just to lie there and enjoy this sexy man fucking me.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me back to the pillow so he could look at me, could see the satisfaction in my eyes from the climax he'd just given me.

"We aren't done yet." He said.