Have you ever been picked up before?

I mean like, as an adult. As a grown-ass, boobs and ass and hips and thighs, red-blooded woman.

Not like a little tiny lift. Not a half-assed up-and-down, so quick that you barely realize you've left your tippy toes.

I'm talking a full-frontal, off the floor, up in the air lift. Literally swept off your feet. The kind you only ever see in, I don't know…romantic comedies? Maybe even on certain types of porn. Not the kind that happens in real, honest-to-fucking-god actual life.

Because that's what Zane does next. Hoists me up to his level so he can kiss my wet little mouth like I weigh less than air and doesn't put me back down. My naked legs wrap around his waist and Bob's your uncle. We're practically fairy tale fucking already.

It feels fucking good, being off your feet like that. Like your weight is so insignificant that he could hold you like that all night long if he wanted. And knowing Zane? He fucking might.

But it also tells me that those pretty-boy muscles of his aren't just for show (although, let's be real. They're pretty damn nice to look at, too). Whatever he's doing at the gym, it's working for him in ways that blow my fucking mind.

Okay, maybe I'm a little too into this whole crazy-cocaine-monkey-sex thing, but look. I can't name a man in the last ten years who has looked at me and thought, You know what? I'm picking this ho up and placing her right back down on the D-train.

And as he slams my back against the wall, that's exactly what he does.

This isn't hip thrusting. It's not oh baby, oh baby bumping and grinding.

This is Zane literally putting those big, thick, well-muscled arms of his to use. Masturbating his cock with my cunt like I'm some kind of sex toy. And if that's the case, then I'm one lucky fucking blow-up doll.

My mouth is even shaped like one while he lifts and drops my body up and down the shaft of his huge fucking cock. My lower lip has fallen open, pouting my mouth into a pretty, perfect O.

Which, speaking of O’s—

"Zane, baby," I breathe in between desperate gasps of pleasure. "I'm gonna—"

"No, you're fucking not." He grabs my ass cheeks tight and spreads them while he uses my pussy like a goddamn fleshlight. "I know exactly how easy you are for me now, Piper. Which is why you're going to fucking hold it out. Don't come until I say."

"If you—keep fucking—me like—this," I pant, because if you think Zane has chosen to give me a breather during this orgasm embargo, you're dead wrong. "I'm not—gonna have—a choice."

"Then I'll punish you," he says, pressing me harder against the wall as he buries his face in my neck.

Zane's kisses are hot, wet and sharp with teeth. He kisses like he's hungry, and I'm fucking thrilled that it's my body he's feasting on.

He switches to hard thrusts as my cunt clenches tighter around his huge, thick rod. Now he's literally fucking me against the wall. If he thrusts any harder, he's going to be fucking me right through that wall, and then whatever poor sap has the office next to his is just going to have to watch while we keep going at it in a pile of drywall and insulation on his fucking floor.

Already, all of Zane's framed awards and accolations, his newspaper articles and his business degrees are banging against the wall with every thrust. Every time he slams into me, I become more and more certain that we're going to knock them all down. They'll crash to the floor, the glass shattering on impact.

That would serve Zane right. After all, thanks to his huge loads of cum and his preference for unleashing them all over my fucking desk, my own cleaning staff have had their work cut out for them. I'm going to end up paying out a fortune in apology bonuses this month already. It's only right that Zane should have to do the same to whatever poor bastard cleans his office.

But as much as I want to see those award certificates crash to the ground, in a way, they turn me on all the more. It really gets me going, knowing that Zane is so fucking successful. His father might have given him Tanner Manufacturing, but he’s the one who's really made it shine.

These certificates might just be pieces of paper, but they're pieces of paper that every CEO in the country is chasing down every year like greyhounds at a race track.

And every year, he wins them all, just so he can hang them up in his office and fuck hot women up against them.

I know that I'm not the first woman Zane has fucked in here. After all, this is Zane fucking Tanner we're talking about. The man has a reputation almost as long as the monster of a dick he's currently working deeper and deeper inside of me. If you laid them all down side by side, the list of the names of his sexual conquests could probably span the entire island of Manhattan.

Twice.

But even though that question has been swirling around in my head since I first asked it—one night stand, or fuckbuddy floozy?—the more I think about it, the more I realize that I don't fit into either category for him. Notoriously, he doesn't come inside his dates, for starters. And from the way his hips are moving against mine, I can tell that he's about to do exactly that so fucking soon I can almost taste it.

"Zane—"

"Shh, baby," he soothes me as I feel that orgasm bubbling to the surface and threatening to break. "Hold it in. Just a little longer. I want you to come with me, Piper."

My breath shakes my whole body as I slowly release it, trying to prevent the inevitable while somehow staying sane.

I'm not a one-night stand for Zane. That much should have been apparent when he signed that contract that slutty Piper whipped up, half drunk and horny and desperately in need of his giant-ass man meat as deep inside her as it would fit.

Which ought to make me a fuckbuddy floozy, I guess. And I could live with that.

But the way that Zane kisses me, growling the world, "NOW," against my lips, it doesn't feel like we’re fuckbuddies at all.

We come together. Hips slamming into one another. Two dozen framed awards falling off the wall and crashing into the floor all at once. Glass shatters. Frames break. And Zane's hot, thick baby batter is coating my insides like Mount Vesuvius flooding Pompeii with lava. I burn for him as my pussy has a fucking seizure around his gorgeous, perfect length of man meat.

We collapse, but not because Zane can't hold me. We've fucked to the point of exhaustion. Zane slides me down the wall, careful not to put me down on any of the shards of glass, while managing to stay inside me, hips twitching, his mouth full of kisses for me and me alone.

"Goddamn, Piper," he laughs against my lips. "You're going to fucking drain me, you know that?"

"That's the plan, isn't it? Leave those big, heavy balls of yours completely empty by the time I'm done with you."

"For fuck's sake," he swears, pulling out. I'm quick to tip my hips up and put my hands over the cream-filled hole his cock has created. I don't want a single drop of Zane's cum to leak out.

"At this rate, making this first baby’s going to take up so much of my cum, it'll be years before we can have a second."

The look on his face is one of embarrassed horror as he realizes what he just said.

"I didn't know we were going for two," I coo, unable to help myself. Zane has done so much teasing of me over the last several months that it's only fair I get him back when I have adequate ammunition. "But it's good to know that you're already thinking about renewing your contract."

For a second, it looks like he’s going to argue with me over it. Say whatever dumb bullshit he has to in order to protect his manly playboy pride. I wouldn't have grudged him that, either. After all, Zane Tanner does have a notoriously bad boy reputation to uphold.

"Who says we're stopping at two?" he says with an evil grin instead. His mouth dips to my nipples, worshiping my tits with his lips and tongue. "I don't know, Piper. I think I might enjoy knocking you up a little too much."

"Oh?" I say, surprised. "Don't tell me that this is your kink now."

"Maybe you're my kink," he sighs, his face buried between my tits. "Pumping you full of my seed until you give me a daughter is just one of the many, many benefits."

For a moment, I almost believe him. After all, it's the sweetest kind of lie there is: the one you desperately, desperately want to believe in.

But at the end of the day, Zane Tanner is still Zane Tanner. I might be more to him than just some fuckbuddy or some love 'em and leave 'em ho, but after this, we'll go back to our separate penthouses. We'll eat separate dinners and spend our separate nights alone.

The difference is that Zane Tanner's baby will soon fill all my nights with light and joy. As for Zane, I guess he'll have the security of knowing that his job is safe and there's a woman in the city who's taking care of the heir to the manufacturing empire he and his father built.

"Wait," I say with soft realization. My eyes narrow at him teasingly and I can't help but smile. "A daughter, huh?"

He shrugs, helping me up.

"Or a son. It doesn't matter. But you have to fucking admit...any kid of ours is going to be one gorgeous little bastard."

"Don't call our daughter a bastard!" I laugh, holding my hands over the flat concave of my stomach in mock outrage.

Bad move. It leaves all of Zane's cum dripping out of my pussy and rushing down my thigh.

"At this rate, she won't be." He reaches around me and smacks my ass playfully. "Keep letting my cum leak out of your fuckhole like that and I'll have made an honest woman out you by the time we finally make her."

"Too bad you'll never be an honest man," I counter as he draws me in for a kiss.

"True," he admits.

His fingers twine around my wrists, and suddenly, I'm spinning.

When the world rights itself again, I'm face down, bent over his desk while Zane inspects me from behind.

"Excuse you," I say, swatting at him.

I can feel his breath, hot and humid, on my pussy lips as he lowers his mouth level with my cunt.

"Bad girl, Piper. You let it all gush out of you." He smacks my ass again, which only sends even more of his cum rushing down my inner thigh. "This is your fault, baby. You're too tight."

"Oh no," I say, propping myself up on his desk with my elbows and placing my chin in my hands. "What shall we do?"

I wiggle my ass at him, and he smacks it again, a little harder this time.

"For the moment," Zane says, settling on his knees behind me, "I think I'll just admire the view."

His kisses tickle up and down the backs of my thighs. They leave me giggling with delight. Zane isn't the kind of man to linger after a fuck—which I distinctly recall, considering that he pretty much kicked me out of his limo and straight to the curb after our first time.

It makes me feel like things are changing between us. Maybe. A little. Somehow.

Or maybe this is just my dumb, half-drunken contract writing skills, working their baby-making magic. I guess that's the trade-off for holding our business deal over Zane's head like this. I'll never really know whether he's doing this all just to appease me, or if there's really something happening here.

Either way, I guess, a girl can hope.

And either way, it's not like I won't be enjoying the benefits of our, ahem, "partnership" in the meantime.

"Piper, honey," Zane purrs, nibbling at my ass cheeks. He spreads them wide for a better view, and I wiggle again indulgently. "I wish you could fucking see how sexy you look with my cum in your pussy like this."

"They say a picture is worth a thousand words," I joke.

"Oh yeah?" he says, rising.

Which is when I realize it. Oh fuck. He thinks I'm serious.

He rifles around in his jacket for a moment and then, sure enough, returns with his cell phone.

"Zane," I level with him. "You fucking know I was joking—"

"I'm sure you were," he chuckles. "But you ought to have a look at how goddamn fine your cunt looks when it's full of my batter, baby. Besides. I'd be a fool if I didn't take at least one little memento from all this. You get our daughter, I'll keep this."

"I guess there's no way of proving it's me," I relent.

Not that it matters. Zane’s already snapping his pic.

"Look, Piper." He leans over my body, covering me up with his hard muscles and warm skin.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind, showing off the photo he's so keen on.

There on the screen of his smart phone is my cunt. Pink, shiny with wetness, and drooling with cum. I look like a white chocolate lava cake with all that creamy white dripping out of me. Which, naturally, makes me lick my lips.

Zane seems into it too. Very into it, in fact. Actually, he's so fucking into it that he's nearly into me.

Uh-huh. Again already. Zane Tanner, ladies and gentlemen. The fastest recurring boner this side of the Mississippi.

"No way," I say in disbelief.

He straightens up and wedges the tip of his cock between my pussy lips, right at the source of the baby batter waterfall that he's turned my cunt into.

"Sorry, Piper. Can't help myself." He eases his cock into me, nice and steady, and my pussy stretches to accommodate him once more. "I just like piping you full of my love cream too much, I guess."

"Love cream, huh?" I giggle. "Let's not call it that."

"No? Says the woman whose pick-up line is, 'let's bake a cake.'"

"Cum," I gasp, feeling Zane's cockhead slide hard against my g-spot. "Let's stick with cum."

"And where should I stick my cum, Piper? Here?"

I inhale sharply as Zane rims my asshole with his thumb. Oh God. That touch is intense enough that my whole body shudders and my cunt twitches. As I tighten around him, more and more of his cum gets pushed out of my pussy. It makes the most deliciously wet, gooey noises I've ever heard.

And as much as I think I'd like his cum in my ass, right now, what my pussy needs is a refill.

"Zane, sweetie," I say, my breath ragged. "That's not where babies come from."

"No? You're sure?"

"Pretty sure, yeah."

His thumb teases past the rim of my pucker.

And like, holy fuck.

Zane Tanner has some thick fucking thumbs.

"Maybe we'd better try it out first," he says, like he's genuinely mulling the idea over. "For accuracy’s sake."

He pushes his thumb a little deeper. My tight little hole can barely even accommodate that much. Just a thumb. I can't even imagine what it would feel like to have Zane's entire thickness filling up my ass. Like trying to fit a beer can inside an extra small turkey on Thanksgiving Day, probably.

Only, well, I actually kind of can imagine. Just because Zane's thumb is a tight fit doesn't mean that he doesn't feel fucking good there. In fact, it's kind of undeniably awesome. Apparently, tight fits are my kind of thing.

It would explain why I like his cock in my pussy so much too, come to think.

Zane finally relents, withdrawing his thumb to an entire series of moans from yours truly.

"Little slut," he laughs, grabbing my hips. "When I'm done breeding you, I'm taking that gorgeous ass of yours next."

"Careful," I warn him. "I might like it."

"You will. Of that, I have no doubt."

He's fucking me more carefully now. Maybe because he has the luxury of it. I like to imagine that normally, he's so fucking rough because he knows he's on the clock, so to speak.

Lingering around, making love and taking your time with a one-night stand sends the wrong idea, especially when it's coming from someone so rich, handsome and hung as Zane.

But right now, Zane’s on my clock, which means that time is on our side. My biological clock might be ticking, but we're far from zero hour yet. I've heard some couples take years to get pregnant—not that Zane and I are a couple by any means.

I'm just thinking, we could spend years doing this. Fucking. Making love. Baking our cake. Whatever.

That's what really gets me. I might actually fucking like that.

Zane is a great lover, sure. Even when he’s just banging one out just to prove that he can. But the comforts of his body extend beyond what he does with his dick. Or his mouth. Or his hands.

Honestly? Being around a guy as sexy as Zane is…it's just plain fucking fun. The looks I get from other women when we're together. The jealous glances I watch him get from other men. There aren't many people on earth who are this world-shatteringly good looking, and I'd be a fucking liar if I pretend like it doesn't affect me. In the best possible way.

I've always thought Zane was too handsome for his own good, but when it comes to the baby we're making together, there's no such thing as too good. This kid’s going to have amazing genes. My golden hair, his hazelnut eyes. Lucky little shit is going to be the most beautiful kid on the planet, excuse my bias.

"What are you thinking about, Pipes?" he says, moving inside me so deliciously that I can't help but moan low and deep.

"Global warming."

That earns me another smack on the ass, which I guess is fair. I had that one coming.

"Mmm. Maybe I don't want to tell you. Maybe it's a secret," I moan.

He slams his cock as deep inside me as it will go, and I yelp with a jolt of pleasure. As far as interrogation techniques go, it's surprising effective.

"Okay, okay!" I relent. "I was just thinking…how handsome you are."

"Aww," Zane coos, wrapping his arms around me. He's so fucking warm. Like an electric blanket. "Piper, I'm flattered. If I didn't know better, I'd say you have a crush."

"Oh my God," I groan. "Just shut up and fuck me stupid already."

It's insane. I can't even see Zane's face, but I fucking know his gorgeous lips are spreading into his cockiest grin.

"As my lady wishes," he says.

Then it begins.

The Fuckening.

It starts out a tried-and-true signature Zane Tanner bang sesh. He's fucking the shit out of me in the way that it sometimes feels like only he knows how. It's a full body feeling, being fucked that hard, that fast and that fucking well.

You gasp for air and your every cell gasps for air right along with you. You close your eyes and see supernovas. Universes collide, condense down into black holes and create a bang so big that universes are born again, all in the span of one fucking orgasm.

And then you're twitching around Zane's cock, blinking and whimpering in a fucking daze, wondering when the fuck did he turn me over? Holy shit, did I just pass out or something?

You'll never know. Because that's what sex with Zane Tanner is like. Too hot to handle, but damned if you won't fucking try to take it anyway.

"Stay with me, baby," Zane says, grinning like a madman as his body moves over mine. "There's more where that came from."

And the wildest fucking thing of all? He's not kidding. He's totally serious, and he's totally right.

Zane worships my body while he fucks me. It's so fucking easy to forget that we're not at the top of the tallest building in the world, or in a luxury hotel room in Venice, or in a Parisian mansion fucking on silk sheets.

He has me laid out on top of his desk, but the way he's kissing me and caressing my every curve, it feels like actual heaven.

"You're mine," he says, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. "You're fucking mine, Piper Stewart."

"I'm yours," I whisper back. Because when the fuck is that good, you don't fucking question it. You just nod your head and try not to (maybe) pass out again.

"Your cunt is mine," Zane continues, rocking inside me rhythmically in the same way I've seen Buddhist monks on the documentary channel pray. "Your breasts are mine."

He dips his head down to my nipples, which are hard and rose pink and desperately in need of attention. Zane doesn't skimp out on lavishing them with affection in the slightest. He sucks on them hard and strong, and without any reservations.

It's kind of incredible, having a man like Zane expending every ounce of his seemingly limitless focus on something so delicate. So comparatively small.

"These are going to get fucking huge soon," he says, popping one nipple out of his mouth and moving on to the next. "Huge and heavy with milk. Do you want that, Piper? If you're going to be a mom, your tits are going to have to get even bigger than they already are."

I moan, biting my lip in response.

On one hand, I can hardly imagine them being any bigger than this. On the other, I can almost feel it. The heaviness. The way my nipples will turn all dark and swollen. The urgent need for release that will come along with it.

Zane's teeth claim my nipple, brutal and cruel, and holy hell…I'm coming for him again. I can feel the jolt of gorgeous pain at my nipple crashing into the overwhelming warmth radiating from my cunt. It makes my whole body seize like I'm the victim in an exorcism movie.

"I knew you’d like that, my cum-hungry little baby momma."

Just to prove it, he does it again: sinks his teeth into my nipple. Makes my body go all rigor mortis around his cock, just because he can.

"You know exactly how good it's going to feel. You've got such nice, big tits, Piper. It's only natural that you want to put them to work."

“You’re the one who needs to be put to work,” I purr back as Zane kisses further down my body. “Less talk, more filling me up, baby.”

“Where do you want my cum, honey? Here?”

He thrusts his cock so deep inside of me, it almost hurts. I’m backhanded by pleasure as my fingernails dig into his huge, hard biceps.

“Or…here?”

Zane pulls out of me, and when he pushes back into me again, he’s in a different hole.

Oh my God. He’s fucking my ass.

As far as getting me pregnant goes, anal is obviously not the answer.

His cock is slick with my honey and his cum. My ass it tight, and Zane's cock is gargantuan, but unbelievably, he slides right in. It feels so fucking good, the fact that it's supposed to be bad just makes it even better.

Hell no, this isn't how he's getting me pregnant. But Zane has already pumped me full of cum in one hole. I don't suppose letting him take his lust out on the other could hurt.

I can feel myself stretching for him. He's pounding away at my ass with the kind of vigor that tells me he wants to be all the way inside, and I do whatever I can to help make that happen. I lift my legs in the air and he grabs my ankles, tilting me back on the desk and improving his angle.

He's going to do it. He's actually going to fucking do it.

Get his cock all the way inside my ass.

Shove it in. Force it in. If he has to, he'll fucking make it fit.

This angle actually more benefits than I first realized. And like, not just because I'm getting my ass stuffed so full of man meat that I'm going to fucking cream again.

From this angle, I can see how fucking sexy Zane looks when he's fucking me. Hair all messy and hanging down over his brow. Delicious beads of sweat pearling at his temples, salty and trembling with every thrust, in ways that make me want to lick it off him.

I thought men must always look the same when they fuck, regardless of who they're fucking. And I've seen Zane fuck before. The picture of him with those supermodels in my office is one that I'll never be able to get out of my head. I'll admit, he looked damn sexy then too.

But this is different, and it's not just the change of angle. Sure, I'm laid out on Zane's desk with eleven (and in a few minutes, twelve) inches of cock in my ass. That's an angle that any woman would pay good money to have on a man like Zane.

It's more than that, though.

It's the way he's not just looking at my tits bouncing and jiggling as I moan for him. The way he's staring into my eyes, intense and unyielding, like he's watching for my reaction with every pump of his gorgeous hips as he shoves his fat dick deeper and deeper into my ass.

His hands curl around my hips like I'm a piece of meat, but his thumbs gently caress my hip bones as he does it.

And when his teeth fall on my neck again, he brings his lips along with them. Kissing me as he bites my collar bones. Making love to me with his mouth while he fucks my ass like a cheap whore's.

It's fucking—plain and simple, but it's also so much more.

I'm catching feelings for this man harder and faster than I ever imagined possible.

Leave it to me to start falling in love with a man while his cock is balls deep in my ass.

Zane's arms wrap around me and he's picking me up again. Carrying me around his desk, stumbling and grunting, until we slam against yet another wall. No—not a wall.

A window. I can feel the blinds crinkling beneath me, twisting and turning and giving whatever poor bastards are out on the factory floor right now one hell of a show.

Zane's office overlooks the production floor, I realize. If I peek out between the blinds, I can see all the mechanics and machinery working together in perfect harmony. Zane's equipment, my product.

Our working relationship is rock solid. Even if he is a bit of an ass. Without his company, Lacy Desirables wouldn't be doing half as well as it is today. And without my company, Tanner Manufacturing wouldn't be half as successful either.

We're a good fucking team. In the bedroom and out of it. It only becomes clearer to me as my ass rocks against his hips and my vision unfocuses, blurring out all the moving parts of the factory and refocusing my attention to the delicate system of nerves that Zane has been stimulating, restimulating and overstimulating for what feels like hours now.

Holy shit.

He's going to make me come.

Are anal orgasms a thing? Like, actually? Fuck if I know. What I do know is that I can feel Zane's slick, throbbing cockhead pushing deeper and deeper into my tight little ass with every fucking thrust. The resulting sensation—pleasure, pleasure, pleasure—leaves me clenching around him, clawing at his back and moaning like a true and proper slut.

My ass loves being fucked.

And my cunt loves that my ass loves it too.

And my clit? My clit is going fucking wild without so much as a touch. It's spasming, twitching, building towards something that I don't even think should be possible—

"Come with me," Zane growls, reaching a hand between my legs and pinching my hot, swollen clit hard.

And as easy as that, I am.

Sparks fly. Angels sing. I feel Zane's giant cock launch hot, sticky stream after hot, sticky stream of his perfect billionaire cum as deep in my ass as the laws of physics allow.

"Oh my God," I gasp against his shoulder, clinging to him for dear life.

"Is that what you're calling me now?" Zane chuckles, holding me tight.

He's a cocky bastard as long as his cock is still inside me. And the worst part is, I don't ever want him to pull out.