There are few things better in life than waking up next to a willing man. And, of course, whenever I wake up next to a man he’s always willing.

"Good morning," he whispers lazily, rolling to his side so that he’s facing me. He moves toward me as if he’s going to kiss me, but I stop him by placing my hand on his chest and keeping him at bay. My hand then slides down over his stomach, and I only stop when I find his hard cock.

"Good morning," I finally tell him with a wicked grin, kicking the sheets back and letting my eyes wander down to his cock. He’s big (well, I’ve had bigger, but it’s not like I’m making comparisons right now) and he’s ready, so I use my free hand to push on him and force him to roll to his back again.

"You’re an eager one, aren’t you?" he whispers, trying to play it off as if he’s smoothness made into flesh. I’m not in the mood to be charmed right now though; I just want to have some fun before I squeeze myself into a tight dress and head out ready to take over the world.

"I’m always eager," I shoot back, and then climb on top of his body, straddling him. He rests his hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks, and then looks at my naked breasts hungrily. He cranes his neck, reaching for my right nipple with his parted lips, and then sucks it inside his mouth. I let out a heavy sigh and, at the same time, start rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the length of my wet pussy.

"That’s it, babe," he pants, his voice growing heavier by the second, but I just ignore his small talk. I need a cock right now, not silky words. Raising my hips slightly, I fit the tip of his cock between my inner lips and lower myself slowly, my eyelids drooping as his cock slides inside my pussy. "Oh, that’s so good, babe," he continues, thrusting upward.

I lean into him and he smiles, parting his lips as if I’m about to kiss him. Instead of kissing him, though, I just dig my fingernails deep into his pectorals and start swaying my hips back and forth, building a rhythm as I feel a sweet warmness spreading under my skin.

"So good, babe," he repeats, and I can’t help but get slightly annoyed; if he refuses to shut up, why does he insist on repeating the same thing over and over again? "So good, so --" he continues, but I shut him up real quick by driving my fingernails deep into his flesh, hard enough to draw blood. A harsh groan replaces his words, and his cock quickly pulses inside of me.

I start riding him as fast as I can, his cock sliding in and out of me rhythmically, but his hard member isn’t quite enough for me. I lean back then and, with a moan, take one hand straight to between my thighs. I press two fingers right above my clit and start rubbing it fast, matching the pace with which I’m riding him.

My heart starts racing faster now, and my muscles tense up like a nocked arrow. Gritting my teeth, I feel my inner walls tightening around his cock like a hard vice and my moans turn into a long hiss of pleasure. Electricity shoots up from my pussy to my brain, turning my spine into fire on the way up.

"Ah, God, that was good," I chuckle, and then roll to the side nonchalantly, his cock sliding out of me with a wet sound. He turns to me with a hungry grin on his lips, one hand trailing down the side of my body, but I just sit up on the bed and stretch my arms.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asks me, his words filled with confusion.

"Me? I’m going to have a shower," I tell him as I stifle a yawn. "There’s food in the fridge. Feel free to grab something before you leave." See? I’m not that bad.

"Wait! Are you serious? What about me?" He sits up on the bed, his look of confusion turning into an angry one. He’s not a man accustomed to be denied; I guess I should've expected that.

He hit on me last night, buying me drink after drink while he boasted about his brand new Porsche and his latest bonus as an up-and-coming lawyer. Paul Cooper, he introduced himself, taking the opportunity to mention that the name Cooper would be mounted on a wall next to more prestigious names as soon as he made partner at his law firm. I usually don’t have the time to put up with bullshit like that, but what the hell; I was bored and horny, and any distraction is appreciated whenever I’m like that.

And so I allowed him to drive me back to my apartment, and then I fucked him to the point of exhaustion. And, no, I’m not exaggerating; he passed out by the third time we were going at it, his cock suddenly going limp inside of me. Most men just can’t keep up.

"What about you?" I ask him, and angry lines grow around his eyes. "Do you want me to coddle you and lie about how good you are? Because, sweetie, I’ve had better." Now, I know you’re thinking that I’m such a hard bitch to talk to him like this, but trust me, you gotta knock men like him off their pedestal from time to time, or else their heads will just inflate and finally explode.

Paul Cooper doesn’t like to be knocked off his pedestal, though.

He jumps up from the bed, reaching for me with one hand and grabbing me by the wrist. "You fuckin’ bitch," he growls, expecting me to cower like a scared little girl. Instead, I move fast and reach for my purse, strategically placed by the side of the bed. I fish my mace can from the inside and raise it up, pointing it straight at his eyes.

Surprised, he peels his fingers off my wrist and I take the opportunity, using my now free hand to grab his cock. I curl my fingers around it viciously, and he whimpers in pain.

"This is what’s going to happen," I start, still holding his cock. I push him back, using his cock like the rudder of a ship, and he starts walking backward clumsily, an expression of pain taking over his face. "You’re going to leave my apartment, and you’re never coming back. I’ll tell security to keep an eye on Mr. Paul Cooper, and let me tell you … the security in here is itching for some action. They’ll be far nastier than me."

He starts to protest, but I cut him short fast.

"Uh-uh. Keep talking and I’ll just break your cock." I reinforce my words by squeezing hard on his still erect cock, and he whimpers once more. He remains quiet, finally realizing who’s in charge here.

I guide him out of my bedroom and into the living room. I make him walk back until we’re close to the door, and then I lower the mace can and open the door. Finally letting go of his cock, I place my two hands on his chest and push him back as fast as I can; he stumbles as he passes the doorway, falling flat on his ass, and I slam the door on his face.

"Goodbye," I whisper to myself, feeling more cheery than I expected. One of the few things better than waking up next to a willing man, is putting a willing man back in his place.

"My—my clothes!" I hear his voice from outside my door, and I can’t help but chuckle.

"You can pick them up from the dumpster! Now get out or I’ll call security," I say, and then walk toward the bedroom. I pick his pants, shirt, and shoes from the floor; carrying them in a bundle, I open my bedroom window and just fling them all outside, the wind making his shirt dance over the street.

I almost feel tempted to wait around and see him completely naked, trying to grab his clothes while surviving public humiliation; but I’m a busy woman and, as such, I just close the window and head into the bathroom.

Forty minutes later, I step out of my apartment building and stroll toward the limo parked out front. My driver is already waiting, his hat tucked under his arm, and he opens the door for me.

"Good morning, Charles," I greet him as I take my seat in the limo. I open up my cellphone and launch the email app, ready to start another intense day.

Now, you’re probably wondering what kind of woman starts her day by kicking a man out of her apartment after threatening to break his cock, and then has a limo waiting on her. The answer is a simple one: my name is Daphne Kane, and I’m the CEO of Union Airlines. Also, I’m probably the toughest woman in New York. Men start shaking the moment they hear my high heels clicking across the floor.

You’re also probably wondering why I’m in such a good mood, Union Airlines being knee-deep in a public relations nightmare and all. Well, to start with, let me just say that I’m CEO because I know how to solve problems better than anyone; I also love a good challenge. And if there’s a word to categorize this situation (aside from ‘clusterfuck’ that is), it’s ‘challenge’.

Buyers are already circling Union Airlines like vultures, ready to make a feast out of a rotting corpse, and the largest vulture of them all is the government itself. It seems like everyone has set their sights on us, but whoever wants to peck at Union Airlines’s body has to go through me first.

By the time my limo halts in front of the Union Airlines office building I’ve already instructed my secretary to rearrange my schedule so that I can meet with the most important prospective buyers first.

I take the elevator to the upper floors, and head straight toward my private office with a grin plastered on my face. Judging by the meetings I’ll be having this morning, this is going to be an interesting day. First on the list? None other than Ares Strong.

Like I told you, this is going to be an interesting day.