Stacy was shaken by the sudden braking of the car. So I strapped her in and we arrived back at my condo penthouse.
“You live here?” she asked, looking all the way up the glass skyscraper.
“Yes. Impressive, no?” I said, grabbing her hand. She looked down at my hand and smiled.
“Very. Must be nice to have no worries about much of anything.”
We walked inside the building, I even had my own private elevator here. Inside was decked with golden accents and the best air fresheners.
“What do you mean? Because I’m rich?”
She looked down at her feet and tilted her head to the side. “Yeah. Financial worries can kill a person, you know?”
“Yes, it can. But I still have my worries. Very far in between however.”
“I guess they are very few,” she chuckled.
“How about you? Do you have many worries?”
The elevator arrived and we got inside. Stacy’s eyes widened with the decor. “Yes, I do. What a beautiful elevator.”
“Thank you.”
“You must’ve designed it,” she pointed out, running her hand on the wall of the elevator.
“How did you know?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Because, it resembles the one at your workplace. And since you own that building and it’s a private elevator as well, I could only guess.”
Stacy rubbed her arm and sat down on one of the small seats in the elevator. In under a minute we were hoisted up to the twenty first floor where the entire floor was mine.
“Wow, your place is huge,” Stacy said, stepping into my main living room.
The windows were from floor to ceiling. Impressive views and a wonderful balcony. I stayed behind her as she wandered my living room, looking at everything from the carpet to the furnishings.
This scene struck me.
It was different.
I had never brought a woman back to my place. Not that the circumstances were the same, but Stacy… she looked like she belonged in my penthouse.
She stopped at the balcony window and scanned over the horizon.
“Would you like to go out on the balcony?”
She nodded her head and I placed my hand on the balcony door to open it. My body bumped against hers.
Enough with all this teasing, I wanted her now. Closing the window, Stacy turned around and pouted.
“What gives? Something wrong?” she asked.
“I want you. Now. I wanted you ever since I saw your picture from Willow.”
Stacy slapped her hands on her hips. “So that little stunt of yours in the elevator wasn’t a test, was it?”
“No, it was me thinking with my dick, I’m sorry.”
Stacy rolled her eyes and went around me. “Well, I do need the money, and you need to keep yours. So let’s get to it.”
Stacy began to shed off her clothes. Yes this was an agreement, but I didn’t want our sex to be… so dull.
“Stop.”
“What?” she said, dropping the hem of her dress down.
“To the bedroom,” I instructed pointing her to the double doors down the hall from the living room.
“Okay—”
“And Stacy.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“I know there’s nothing but an agreement between us, but I’d still like it if our sex was more… natural. Meaning I get to initiate however I please.” I motioned my hand in a scoot scoot fashion. “Now off to the bedroom.”
Her cheeks gave off a faint glow of red. If she liked dominance, then she didn’t know what she was in for.
“Lay down,” I said, pointing to my king sized bed.
Stacy slid onto the bed with her perfect body and I followed behind crawling over her. Her scent, that floral scent, was native to her. Her eyes fluttered as our gazes made contact. Women, they all fell for me. But I couldn’t fall for them. No, it would only end up in disappointment.
Stacy placed a hand on my chest as I dipped down for a kiss. “Um, Grant?” she whispered.
“Hush, relax and enjoy.” I moved her hand and dipped down for a kiss. She gave a faint sigh and the tension in her shoulders began to unwind.
When our mouths parted, she continued. “But—”
“Stacy, what’s wrong, dear?” Something was clearly on her mind.
“I’m a virgin…” she admitted. Finally, I was waiting for that confirmation forever. I sat back and caressed her face. Stacy leaned into my hand and closed her eyes.
“I’m not surprised,” I chuckled. Stacy frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“That I think of you as innocent. But I don’t let that fool me, I see that spark in your eyes. There’s a hidden freak down there somewhere, and I’m gonna find her.” My hands drifted down to the opening of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and it was showing.
My fingers slid across her nipples, making them rise. Stacy winced at the vulgar bite of pleasure. Hmm, she was going to sound harmonious screaming my name.
I pinched her nipples and watched her writhe underneath me. Her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lower lip. Her slow movements sent a throbbing need to my cock.
She panted, “Oh, Grant! So good!” Her speech was broken, clouded by her lust for me. Stacy’s body was something to savor. Having her as the centerpiece of my room made my dick grow with joy.
I hiked her dress up over her head and trailed down kisses from her collarbone, down to her mound. She was slightly hairy, you could barely tell. It tickled my chin, mixing with my stubble.
She breathed out a small laugh, and I kissed around her folds. Dipping a tongue deep inside her, I swirled it around to taste more of the sweetness that was flowing from her like a river.
I could taste the innocence in her, but the kinkiness was in the amount of wetness she was producing. I reached down and began to stroke my aching cock. It was begging to inject my seed into her.
“Your pussy tastes like honey,” I said, surfacing from her folds. Her musk made it hard for me to take back.
“Oh god! Harder!” she moaned. Stacy’s body, so small under me, made my gut growl.
“Look at such a wet pussy. It’s begging for my cock. That’s right, get nice and soaking wet for me, dear.” I opened her pussy lips with my two fingers in an inverted scissor style. Her clit was swollen and sopping with wetness.
“Y-yes! Grant, my nipples, please. They’re so hard.” Her back arched and her nipples pointed into the air. I reached up and pinched and flicked one. “Fuck!” she hissed.
I dug my cock out of my pants and pulled at it. I was so fucking hard I could turn a diamond into dust. Stacy’s body continued to furl around, the heady amount of pleasure stinging her veins.
Her pussy was crying for me. But there was one more thing I needed to feel; her mouth on my cock.
It was odd though, there was a patience that filled the room, and a tension that sat on my shoulders. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life so far, and none of them gave me this feeling of… anticipation, like Stacy did.
I chalked it up to the fact that she was going to be my baby’s momma. Not that she’d be around too long.
I pulled myself out of my small trance and got up on my knees.
“Stacy, I know you’ve been wanting to taste this.”
She scooted up on her elbows, marveling at my confused cock. It was red, dripping, and laced with veins.
“Grant,” she said, with a sly smile, “what does cock sucking have to do with baby making?” She winked.
How did such innocence get blended with such snarkiness?
“Come suck my cock,” I demanded, shaking it. “Don’t act like you don’t want to. You’re drooling looking at it. I see that haze in your eyes.”
She pulled herself up and onto her knees and hands. She placed her head underneath the shaft and stared at the single bead of pre-cum forming on top.
“Fine,” she purred, taking a hold of my hot hard cock.
Her tongue danced across the heated hood of my cock, lapping up what she could. She was like a cat licking her paws; except the paw was my dick.
Yes, she reminded me of a cat. Cunning. Innocent and cute one moment and sexy and sly the next.
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping the back of her head.
Stacy swirled her tongue into my slit and under the shaft where she performed miracles. Allowing her hands to jerk me off, she tickled my balls and made sure to give them attention with her mouth too. “God, Stacy, you don’t feel like an amateur down there,” I grunted. Her tight mouth on my hard cock made me twitch inside her. If it weren't for this forty thousand dollar bed, my knees would be shot.
Stacy's hair would spill from side to side based on where about on my cock she was sucking.
Fuck, she even traced the veins on my cock.
“That’s because I’m not…” she said, winking.
“Say again?”
“Just joshing you,” she teased, tapping the slit of my cock with her finger.
“I thought so, with the right cock, you’ll want more than just oral.” I pushed her head down on my cock and listened to her as she got used to the big size pummeling her throat. A cough here and there, but she learned fast. “That’s right, swallow everything my cock gives you.”
My balls churned and I emptied myself down her throat. Stacy struggled to swallow, but cleared her throat and was ready for more.
“Great, how am I going to get pregnant now?” she said between ragged panting.
“There’s a whole lot more than where that came from,” I said, getting off of my knees. I stood at the end of the bed and pulled her body close to me.
With this position, I could drive my seed to the most fertile and un-reachable parts of her womb.
I pulled Stacy up against me and opened her folds. She was ready for me. All this teasing had to have her ready and begging for me. Hmm, a virgin...
I caressed the outside of Stacy's thigh as I placed the head of my cock up against her opening. “Relax for me, Stacy. I’m gonna take care of you,” I whispered, massaging her pale inner thighs.
“How bad is this gonna hurt?” she asked. Her voice was small and she sounded as if she were treading water.
Of course, this was unknown territory to her.
“Not much at all. I heard it varies from a small pinch to a dull sore. I’ll be gentle. Promise.”
Promise... it scared me how easily that rolled out of my mouth.
No woman had ever beckoned that word from me. It was a tender word, and women were never the tender type... no matter how good the sex was.
Tragedy was around the corner.
And I was always prepared for that.
“Okay. Thank you…”
“For what?” I asked, puzzled that she thanked me.
“Being so considerate, you know, for a rich guy with an appetite that needs a baby and all.” She threw me that cute smile again, the sweetest I’d ever seen.
I inserted the head of my cock into her pussy and slowly allowed her to guide me inside.
"You're so hot," Stacy rasped, fidgeting against me.
Her insides gripped me and I had to give her a playful little pinch to the thigh to remind her not to do that.
"Bad girl, you're not supposed to clench. Push against me or else it can hurt."
She chuckled and pushed against me in waves, pausing for a moment to hug my cock with her damp soft flesh. I sunk deep inside her, keeping myself sane as I got deeper within her.
When I reached the limits of her pussy, I paused.
“Are you okay so far?” I asked, preparing for the best part.
Stacy’s breathing became more ragged and sporadic.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered in a mixed moan.
The petal of her virginity stopped me, and I felt the hotness under my skin. Slowly, I pushed forward until I broke her, she was mine now.
Stacy’s eyes shot open and she bit her lip again.
“Are you okay?” I asked. Why was I even concerned. I only needed her to pop out a baby for me.
“Yeah,” she swallowed, “just getting used to your size. You’re big, remember?” she said in hurried gasps.
“I’m gonna go slow. Hold on, you’ll love it in a second.”
“You better be right.”
My cock didn’t do a damn thing, her pussy slowly lured me into her depths, coating me with her honey, drugging me with her scent. The deeper I went, the tighter it got.
I gasped. “Fuck, you’re tight. Too tight, you’re gonna choke the cum out of me,” I hissed, fighting the urge not to ram her up and down my bedroom. It was sound proof, so that didn’t sound like a bad idea.
I bumped up against her limits, and her eyes fluttered open. The most vulgar sound oozed from her lips, signaling that she was ready.
I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Sounds like you’re ready to get a thorough fucking.”
“Unh, yes,” she pleaded.