Zane drinks from my pussy like my juices are honey or sweet ambrosia. Nectar of the gods. If he keeps it up at this rate, I'm pretty sure we'll both end up living forever.

Orgasms increase lifespan, after all. At least, I'm pretty sure they do. Fuck, did I make that up just to justify Zane going down on me multiple times every day for the rest of our lives? Even if I did, I guess it's probably one of the sweetest lies ever told.

Because that's what I'm here for right now. Not this crazy-ass contract. Not even Zane's baby batter. This man has me turned on in a way that I haven't felt since David and I first got together. There are butterflies in my stomach and a throbbing sensation in my clit.

This isn't some insane kink. This isn't my biological clock ticking. This is just me, a hot red-blooded American woman, and Zane, a hot red-blooded American man, preparing to make some fireworks together (never mind that the fourth of July was fucking months ago).

I just want him right now. Not his babies, not any corporate bullshit. Just his mouth on my pussy, my swollen and sensitive clit beneath his tongue.

He traps my needy little love bud there against my pelvic bone with the tip of his tongue, rolling it around deliciously. His tongue is almost as hot as my pussy is, and easily just as slick. It makes it hard for him to keep my clit pinned, which feels fucking fantastic. Zane keeps trying to hold it own, and it keeps slipping just out of his grasp.

"Zane," I gasp with urgency, "if you keep doing that…"

"Mhhmmph mmphmm mmpf mmm?" Zane mumbles, not taking his mouth away from my cunt for a second.

"No," I cry out, "I'm going to—Aah!"

My breaths come in tight, hard little gasps and releases. Like a CPR dummy come to life for the first time. And Zane, the perfect bastard he is, keeps tonguing me the entire time.

He doesn't let up for a second, and it prolongs the orgasm for what feels like hours. Days, maybe. Years. Fuck, by the time I finally stop coming for him, I might open my eyes to find that we're all grey-haired and ancient.

In which case, our stock shares are probably going to fucking rule, but my biological clock will have unfortunately ticked itself right out.

A baby. I want Zane's baby. With that thought in my mind, I take a fistful of Zane's hair and wrench his mouth away from my cunt.

His wet lips release my clit with a soft little pop. Long, glistening strands of my sticky, silky honey connect his mouth to my still-twitching slit.

"Problem, Piper?"

"Put a baby in me, Zane," I command. I use my CEO voice to do it, too. The one that says, ‘Drop what you're fucking doing and make me money!’

After all, isn't that why we're here? Sure, hanging out with Zane is fun. He makes my heart flutter and my panties wet every time I'm within ten feet of him.

But I can't let myself be so easily wooed by his incredible cunnilingus skills. Even if, well, they are fucking fantastic, and my pussy is absolutely begging me to give in to great head.

"Piper," Zane says, chuckling, "I shouldn't have to remind you at this point. When we're fucking, I'm in control."

He slides up my body there on the couch, the single lamp in the room casting an unearthly glow on his tan skin. He looks golden. Like an actual god. Like a bronze statue in a museum, come to life just to make me fucking moan.

"But I want your cum," I whine with my brattiest little pout.

Usually, that works with guys. It only makes Zane smile as his covers my mouth with his hand.

"And you'll get it, you gorgeous little slut." His hands smell like cunt. My cunt. The scent is inescapable, and it only heightens my awareness of exactly how bad I need him right now. "But first, I'm going to take what I want from you. Then, you can have your fucking treat."

Zane Tanner is my treat. Like, honestly. His cum? That's just icing on the cake, excuse the turn of phrase. As for getting me pregnant, that's the cherry on top. I'm ready for my baby batter, and I'll do whatever I have to in order to get it.

And if that means letting Zane Tanner ravish my fucking body…Well, there are far worse fates. I guess I'll just have to soldier through.

"Christ, Piper," Zane breathes, releasing my mouth and dropping back down to his knees. "This pretty little cunt of yours is still throbbing. You come so beautifully, babe. I bet I could finish you off again right now without even trying."

As if to demonstrate, Zane pulls the lips of my pussy apart, lowers his mouth just fractions of an inch away from my clit…and blows. Cool, icy air from Zane's puckered lips washes over my hot, throbbing cunt and I shiver. Full body.

He's fucking right, too. What he did just about sent me over the edge again. If he would just lick me…

But instead, Zane grabs my ass and tips my hips up. I find my knees slung over his broad, incredible shoulders. I've sunk my teeth into those shoulders enough times to know exactly how muscled they are. How perfect.

My legs rest over them like they were made to go there as Zane lowers his mouth, not to my cunt like I thought he would, but to the tight pucker of my ass.

"Zane…" I say in disbelief.

It's not that I don't think I'll like it. It's that, well, it's not something I'm fucking used to. And I'm no virgin. I've done most things. But when it comes to Zane Tanner…

I guess I should used to being constantly surprised.

"Come on, Piper," Zane says with a laugh, nibbling the meat of one of my ass cheeks as I coo and twist and yelp, "don't tell me you thought I would pass up the opportunity to have my tongue in all your sweet little holes."

"I never thought at all," I gasp, somewhere between a plea for mercy and a naughty giggle.

"Oh, sweetheart. Your baby daddy eats ass all right." Zane smirks up at me with a rogue kind of pride. "Tell your friends."

And then, just like that, he dives right the fuck in.

His tongue is incredible. Like, actually fucking insane. He licks the tightness of the hole for a little bit, teasing me into a false sense of security.

It's unlike anything else I've ever felt. So wet. So warm. So fucking delightful that he has me ooh-ing and ahh-ing like an amazed audience at the world's greatest magic show.

Is Zane actually a magician? In the bedroom, at least, I'm totally sold on his magic powers by now.

For his next trick, he makes his tongue disappear in my ass.

It's not like being fingered there. Or being fucked. His tongue is so slippery with his saliva and my pussy juice that, with a little pressure, he slides right in. But it's nothing like having his tongue in my cunt, either.

He's not exactly pushing me directly towards orgasm…but with the way that my clit is throbbing and my hips are bucking in time with every thrust, I'm not prepared to rule it out of the realm of possibility either.

Then he shoves the entire length of his tongue into my ass while reaching up and stroking my clit hard and fast.

I have no choice but to admit it.

There isn’t even a point in hiding it.

I'm intensely orgasming through my clit while Zane fucks my ass with his tongue.

The light from the lamp casts little sparkles and shapes across my vision. Then, when I close my eyes, they dance in gorgeous formations and patterns in my mind. Zane's ministrations leave my body feeling hot and heavy with need. It's like a kaleidoscope behind my eyelids and a party between my legs.

"Oh my god!" I finally cry out, half laughing, half still orgasming as I pat around on the couch for my phone.

"Need something to hold onto?" Zane asks, smirking from between my legs. The entire lower half of his face is glistening with my cum, and I can feel him pumping his erection just out of view.

"Mmhmm," I coo with a giggle. "I need my phone."

"Why?" Zane asks, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"You're right. I do need to tell my friends."

My fingers grasp my phone just as Zane pounces on top of me. But I'm quicker to join my group chat with Molly and the rest of our gal pals than Zane could ever expect.

"O-M-G, guys," I say aloud as I type, rolling back and forth to dodge Zane's prying fingers as he tries to take the phone away. "Zane Tanner…EATS ASS!"

"You little bitch!" Zane says, roaring with laughter as he finally gets his fingers around the edges of my phone. "You didn't—"

"Oh, I did," I say with a grin, swatting his hand away.

We wrestle with the phone like that for a little while, even as my phone buzzes with what I'm sure are messages demanding more dirty details.

But when Zane finally finds himself successfully in possession of my phone, something even more glorious happens.

He drops it and, to my extreme pleasure, fumbles the auto-camera button as he tries to catch it.

Guess what he gets a picture of. Just guess.

"Shit," Zane curses as his crotch lights up with the camera's forward-facing flash. There, thick and heavy and hard, is his cock dangling out of the zipper of his jeans.

It looks like the most gorgeous cover for a smutty romance novel I've ever seen in my life. Or at least, it would be if Rainforest.com allowed something so fucking dirty like that.

I catch a quick glance at it as Zane tries to delete it. I've never seen him so flustered before, and it's actually pretty fucking cute. He doesn't seem like the type to normally struggle with technology, honestly.

All of his blood must be too busy rushing to his other head, I realize. Because what happens next? It's the most hilariously un-Zane thing to ever happen in the history of sexy billionaire bad boys with huge, thick cocks.

"Uh, Piper," Zane says as my phone fucking erupts with notification after notification. "I think I just uh…"

"Oh my god," I say. I'm grinning so hard that my fucking face hurts. "What did you do?"

"Ah," Zane says, rubbing the back of his neck as he passes my phone back to me. "I might have, uh, just sent that picture of my cock to your girlfriends."

"No fucking way."

But when I check my phone, it's fucking true. He's sent it to the entire group chat, and they are losing. Their. Shit.

My phone won't stop buzzing, even when I sit it down on my stomach so I can bury my face in my hands as I laugh uncontrollably.

"Zane, baby," I pant in between laughing fits, "you just made more women happy in five seconds than you ever have in your life."

"I think you're severely underestimating the number of women I've given orgasms to," Zane says.

When I part my hands to look up at him, for some reason, I expect him to be red in the face with embarrassment.

Instead, he's stroking his cock again…and eying my buzzing phone with a dark intent.

"Does it buzz like that every time they send you a message?"

"Yeah," I say, laughing. "Group chat. And with the dick pic we just sent them…they're not going to shut up for a while, let me assure you."

"Mm. Good."

Before I can stop him, Zane grabs my phone again. This time, more skillfully. With purpose.

Oh god. He's figured out what he wants to do with it, and as he trails the vibrating case of it down my stomach, I think I figure out what's coming next, too.

"You wouldn't," I say accusingly.

"Oh, I would, Piper." He positions it just against my pelvis, then dips the corner of it down between my pussy lips with a bastard of a smile. "After all, it's not fair if your friends are the only ones having fun at my expense."

Oh my god.

He's using my phone as a fucking vibrator right now.

Pressing it against my clit.

Punishing me for inadvertently making him circulate the world's most gorgeous dick pic.

And me? Despite myself, I'm fucking loving it.

The messages keep coming in. Just when I'm sure they're going to stop, they pick back up again with renewed intensity.

The vibrations of my phone are just hard enough to send pangs of pleasure rippling through my body but also gentle enough that they're never going to push me over the edge. I feel like Sisyphus carrying the boulder up the mountain—only in this case, the mountain is my orgasm.

And goddamn if I don't want to climb that bitch silly.

"You're fucking dripping, Piper," Zane purrs down on me.

His palm is warm as he pets all the way down my body, from my neck to just over my cunt. His hand finds my breasts. My stomach. My every cell is poised for intensity, and his every touch only makes it worse and worse.

"You want it, dirty girl. Don't pretend you don't."

There's no pretending. I don't have the energy or the focus to lie about my desires right now. And he can tell. From the way I'm grinding my hips against him. The way I'm whimpering and whining.

"Gonna tell your friends about this, too?" he challenges me.

His lips curl into a gorgeously cruel smile. I need them to be on my fucking cunt, but I know he won't give them to me.

He's toying with me.

Playing with my body like I'm a fuckdoll made for his cruel little whims.

I would do anything to come right now, and he fucking knows it, too.

"You fucking want it, girl," Zane growls as the phone buzzes and buzzes against my tender clit. "But this is never going to be enough to push you over the edge. You know that, don't you?"

I whimper and nod my head. I do. I know it. I really do.

"Do you want to touch yourself, Piper?"

"Yes! Fuck. God yes," I beg.

Zane pulls the phone away and swats my pussy with a cruel little slap. Even that's almost enough to give it to me. Push me into another orgasm. But just like the thing with my phone, I'm coming up short.

"Finger yourself," Zane says, pulling me off the couch and pushing me to my knees. He stands before me, cock huge and hard and ready. "Fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers of yours, Piper, while I use your mouth."

His cock is staring me down. Stiff and demanding. Ready to be licked, sucked and fucked. Probably in that order.

I stare up at Zane as I stick my tongue out, letting a bead of his precum drip down onto it, catching it before it hits the floor.

Then he’s got one hand in my hair, forcing my mouth down on the tip while he idly goes through my phone—the fucking jerk!

“Mm. Your friend Candice would be happy with you, Piper baby,” Zane teases, flipping idly through the group chat while I gag on his dick. “According to her, you’d better be swallowing my cock tonight like a speed eater at a hot dog convention.”

I glower. To be fair, that does sound a lot like Candice.

“Should I tell her how good you’re doing, babe?”

Zane pulls my mouth off his cock and I gasp for air.

“You better fucking not,” I say, and that’s all that I say.

Because as soon as I get the words out of my mouth, Zane’s using my throat as his personal fucktoy again, and it’s making me wetter by the second.

“Don’t worry, Piper. I won’t tell,” Zane promises. “Although, from the sounds of things, you tell an awful lot already. Good to know that I have—how did you put it?–a sexy as fuck O-face and a hot ass.”

Ugh. The worst thing is he does. He so does. Even the way Zane closes his eyes when I take his cock down my throat in an especially excellent way is too sexy to handle. It's making me wetter, and wetter, and—

Oh my god. I forgot. How the hell did I fucking forget?

I can touch myself.

Dear lord. Thank fuck.

I slip my fingers between my pussy lips and start rubbing and grinding away while I use the other hand to stroke the back half of Zane's cock. I use my mouth on the front half, sucking and slurping and treating him like he's a push pop that I just can't get enough of.

Above me, Zane hisses and moans and, despite my best efforts to distract him, continues to go through my phone.

"Mm. Piper. You didn't tell me about your dirty little secret," he says.

While I'm wracking my brain trying to remember if I have any self-indulgent tit pics or ass snaps in my photos folder, my mouth is still taking Zane's cock like a sexy vacuum. Oh god, is he checking my browser history? My drunk Twitter account?

"David, David, David," Zane says, scrolling through my messages. "This ex of yours sure is obsessed with you, Piper. Is this something I should be worried about?"

Oh my god. He's found the David messages. Long, drawn out, sometimes vaguely threatening and always, always super pathetic. How many has he sent me since I walked in on his cheating ass? Dozens. How many have I responded to? None. Nada, zilch, zero.

"As if," I say, taking a gulp of air before I go right back to work.

I don't have time for fucking David right now. I'm fucking Zane, for fuck's sake. Taking his huge, gorgeous cock in my mouth makes me happy. It feels right on my lips and it leaves my cunt fucking singing.

If Zane could just shut the fuck up for a little bit longer, I could so totally come again. And I want to. God, I desperately want to. I want to orgasm while I suck Zane's cock, then take him into my bedroom and work this cock with my cunt until we make a baby.

But Zane, apparently, has other plans.

"Whatever happened with you and David anyway, Pipes?"

"Ugh. Does it matter?" I ask, coming off Zane's cock again. "It's so fucking over now. Come on. Drop it. Gimme that baby juice."

"Huh. Maybe that's it. It would explain why you don't want to say," Zane chuckles, tossing my phone back down on the couch.

"What would?" I pump Zane's cock in my greedy little fist, annoyed.

I want to make this baby, like, now. Like, yesterday. But Zane knows that I'm a sucker for a good mystery. I just can't help myself—I need to know the answer to this stupid hypothetical he's posed for me.

"His cock. Is that why you dumped him and came crawling to me, begging for cum?"

Zane's cock throbs as he says it, and I look up at him with narrowed eyes, amused.

So that's what this is about. It's getting Zane off, this idea of stealing me away from David.

And who am I to deny him from something that he enjoys so much?

"His cock is smaller than yours," I say saucily.

"Most men's are." Which is true. Twelve inches is no laughing matter. "Tell me something I didn't know, Piper."

"He doesn't cum as much as you do," I say, my voice breathy and sensual.

"No, I bet he doesn't. And I bet he doesn't make you orgasm the way I do either. Which reminds me—get that fucking hand to work."

I hiss in realization. I got so caught up in this little narrative Zane has created that I forgot. I'm supposed to be rubbing my clit like a slut while I jack off Zane's massive man meat.

"Sometimes, he couldn't keep it up," I go on.

Because you know what? Fuck David. Fuck David and his shitty, cheating attitude. Fuck all the times that he should have been pleasing me and only ended up letting me down. And fuck the idea that it was ever normal for that to constantly happen.

David made me feel bad about my sexuality. He made me feel like I didn't deserve to feel the way Zane is so fucking happy to make me feel.

Like I'm worth a million bucks even when he's balls-deep in my throat.

Like every orgasm I have is worth taking the time to slow down just to ensure that I have it.

Like every other girl in the world fades away when I'm with him, and it doesn't matter how many women he's fucked. Because I'm the only one he's ever going to get pregnant. I'm going to be the mother of his child. And only I'm going to have him that way. The way that no other woman ever will.

"Let me tell you something, Piper," Zane says, easing his hips into a gentle thrust while he claims my mouth with his thickness. "I've met David. I've seen how he acts around you. And I know, for him to have sent you all of those fucking messages…he must have hurt you. That bastard had no idea how good he had it."

Can you actually be turned on by someone trash talking your trashy ex? Because the way my fingers are working against my clit, you would think Zane was reading me erotic poetry or describing in detail exactly how he plans on using my body over the course of the evening, kiss by delectable kiss.

"He's no man, Piper. That's why you came to me. That's why you wrote that stupid fucking contract, and that's why you're sucking my cock right now. Because you need a man to knock you up. Not some little boy who couldn't even appreciate what he had when he had it. That poor fuck only realized how good he had it when you were gone."

I'm going to come. Oh god. That feels so wrong, but I want it. I so fucking want it! I want to come while Zane says all the shit I've been thinking about my dumbass failed relationship. I've never felt so vindicated and turned on all at once.

"And now I've got you. You're mine, Piper Stewart. And I'm going to use you the way you've always wanted to be used."

My fingers trap my clit between them, stroking it in time to the way my lips are currently stroking Zane's cock.

"I'm going to take you. Fill you up with my baby batter. Make you pregnant the way we both know your body needs."

I'm throbbing. Panting. Moaning into Zane's shaft, sending little vibrations straight to his balls where he's keeping all of that gorgeous, delicious cum of his.

"Fuck," Zane snarls. "Come for me, Piper. I want to fill your fucking throat with my nut while you come for me. Like the little slut you are."

Yep. That's what does it.

That's my kink.

Zane's cum floods into my mouth as my hips ache and my wet pussy sends throbs of pleasure all up and down my spine. I can feel the orgasm all the way up in my tongue where Zane's cum is washing over my taste buds. He's sweet and salty, juicy and perfect and so much. So fucking much.

Zane comes harder and more than any man has any right to. When I can't lap it up fast enough, it slips over my bottom lip and dribbles onto my tits.

My own orgasm should have left me satisfied. But all it did was drive me fucking insane.

I need one more. Just one more fucking orgasm to satiate me. Not from my fingers or Zane's mouth or my fucking phone, which is still buzzing on the couch with hundreds of messages from my dick-crazed, jealous friend.

I need an orgasm from Zane's cock, or I'm going to fucking lose my mind. Or even better…I need an orgasm from Zane's cock while he shoots his cum deep into my womb, getting me pregnant and giving me the baby that I so totally need from him.

Zane's cock doesn't soften in my mouth. Even when I've sucked up what I know must be the very last of that load.

His refractory period is just plain stupid. I suppose all of his training with supermodel foursomes has finally paid off. It's made him the perfect man for me: the kind who can go all night without stopping, giving it to me until I'm too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

"Fuck." I laugh, wiping my mouth off on the back of my hand. "I need a drink."

"Do you?" he asks darkly. He's not fucking smiling.

If I wasn't still staring down the barrel of his raging hot love gun, I might even think he's pissed.

"Don't you?" I ask, fluttering my lashes at him sweetly. After all…what could possibly be wrong with a little mid-fuck pick me up?

Zane hauls me to my feet by my wrists.

"I'm getting you pregnant, Piper," he snarls, before claiming my lips in a hot, brutal kiss. "One way or another. So you're going to stop the fucking drinking. Right fucking now. In fact…"

His voice lights up with the sound of a bad idea. When I pull back, I fucking shudder.

Because now he's smiling.

And it isn't a nice man's smile.

"I ought to punish you for putting our baby in danger like that in the first place," he says with that awful grin.

And like, shit. I didn't think of it like that.

But before I can make excuses for myself or try to argue, Zane has me hauled up over his shoulder. Like some kind of caveman, hauling me off to his little hole in the mountain to have his way with me. Only, the hole in the mountain is my lush, lavish bedroom. And Zane having his way with me sounds like, for once, it might actually hurt.

Zane tosses me down on the bed roughly. The rest of his clothes are off before I can even recover. There's a wild look in his eyes to accompany that awful grin, and I can't tell if I'm actually in trouble or if this is all just part of the fun.

Actually, knowing Zane, it's probably a little bit of column A and a little bit of column B. But if he thinks he's going to punish me, he should know better than to think that I'm going down without a fight.

We're both naked now. Just me versus him. As he throws his shirt across the room, I rush at him. Bad move, Stewart. He gathers me up into his arms, his hands groping and wandering wherever they please.

It's good. It's so fucking good. But I can't let him know how much I like it. It would ruin the damn illusion. And there's something so fucking sexy about the energy between us now. It's feral and raw and I don't want it to stop.

But Zane is stronger than me. He's faster. The man has the muscles of a bodybuilder. He's obviously well-acquainted with the gym. He's young, healthy and he doesn't skip leg day.

So when he picks me up and throws me back down on the bed again–well, there's not a whole fucking lot I can do about it but squeal and kick and wiggle. And maybe, if I'm smart, beg for mercy.

He sits down on the bed next to me and pulls me onto his lap like I weigh nothing. Nothing at all.

"I'm going to spank you, Piper," he tells me, flipping me over face down.

My body stretches out across his lap as he runs his hands up and down it. But as promised, they seem to always find their way back to my ass. I wince and tense up, my muscles tightening with every stroke.

"What if I like it?" I finally purr, unable to deny how good it feels. Even if he is killing me with anticipation. It's insanely fucking hot.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Zane purrs back.

And then it's on.

I don't' know how many times Zane spanks my ass. I don't know how he manages to make me cry out and beg for him to stop and moan and beg for more all at once. It's intense. It's too visceral for my body to even fully comprehend.

And it makes me wetter than I've ever been in my goddamn life.

By the time he's done with me, I'm shaking. Trembling like a puppy left out in a snowstorm. And when he draws me up onto his lap–dammit–I might even be crying a little.

"Shh, Piper baby," he coos, holding me against his chest nice and tight. "You did so good. Are you all right?"

"Mm," I say, nodding. Because I am. He hasn't hurt me. At least, not in any way that I didn't like.

Then, he says it. The thing that I've been waiting all night for. The thing I want more than anything else in the world.

"You still want my baby batter in that pussy?" Zane asks, smoothing my hair down over my forehead and kissing my neck.

I don't think I've ever spread my legs so fast before in my entire fucking life.

Zane takes me there on my bed. Where David was fucking that bimbo floozy. Where I've had sex with plenty of other men and, despite myself, ended up a little bit disappointed every time.

There's no room for disappointment in this bed tonight.

Zane fucks me slow and hard, and I come for him more times than I can reasonably count. Whatever's between us, it's real. It's intense and wild and crazy and yeah, sometimes it's even pure fucking nonsense. But it feels right. It feels more right than anything I’ve ever felt before.

And Zane doesn't stop until I'm completely satisfied, sweaty and spent and exhausted, with his cum leaking out of my cunt onto my Egyptian cotton sheets.