Jenna
I gasped as I entered Rafe’s townhouse.
“You live here by yourself?” I asked, my mouth agape. I knew that as Chairman of Levast Corp., Rafe probably had some serious dough but I didn’t realize it meant a mint-condition townhouse in the heart of the Village. The building was gorgeous, five floors with a private elevator, priceless antiques scattered about.
The big man chuckled as I looked around. “It’s just me,” he growled. “Santino comes around to keep things in order, but this place is really a giant bachelor pad.”
Just a giant bachelor pad? Hardly. I could see an ornate Japanese garden through sliding glass doors, and was that my imagination or did those stairs lead to a basement pool? Wow, this was a far cry from what I was used to.
It’s not that my family’s poor, it’s just that my parents divorced when we were kids, and with four girls money has always been tight. When Tina and I announced our intention to go to law school, Mom was clear that she couldn’t help with tuition.
“Girls, I can’t,” she said with finality. “You know I’m still putting Karina and Callie through undergrad and that’s the most I can promise any of you. I was happy to give each of you four years, but no more.”
“Ma,” I whined. “Seriously, Karina and Callie are doing work-study, plus they got grants right? You know that’s money you don’t have to pay back. Please, just a couple thousand here and there would help us sooo much,” I’d wheedled.
Mary had frowned. “No Jenna,” she said firmly. “I can’t rob your younger sisters of their right to a college education. Besides, you and Tina are grown now while Callie and Karina are still in their teens. I’m sorry, but it’s not going to happen.”
“Fine,” I said haughtily. “I’ll find a way, no thanks to you.”
“Jenna,” said my mom exasperatedly. “The world doesn’t owe you anything and you’d better get yourself in check.”
“Whatever,” I said dismissively. “I’ll find a way, you’ll see.” My mind had been running at a million miles an hour, probably already scheming how to find some rich guy in the City.
But thinking back to that interlude, I was ashamed. I’d been so selfish, so unconcerned, even for my younger sisters. And when Tina had piped up, it’d just made me look even worse.
“No problem Mom,” my twin had said quietly. “Jenna and I will find a way, and maybe after we start practicing law, we can even contribute to Karina’s and Callie’s educations.”
My mom had smiled with gratitude.
“Thanks honey but that’s not necessary. I’m not going to make you responsible for your younger sisters, you’ve got enough on your plate.”
And this whole exchange exemplified exactly why I hated my twin. Tina was always so damn perfect, it drove me crazy. She was always doing everything right, kissing up to my mom, to our professors, making sure to get good grades, that kind of stuff. To spite her, I often acted out, acting even bitchier than normal.
But after my start in modeling, I’d resolved to change my ways because I obviously wasn’t going to be able to rely on my looks forever. In an industry where sixteen is peak, time was already running out, and I needed to make more of myself frankly, do an attitude check before I became the Wicked Witch that no one hired.
So I turned back to Rafe with a genuine smile. My previous self would have thrown myself at him just because he was wealthy, nothing else mattered. But the new me was more circumspect. Of course, I had to be nice, he was the CEO of Levast after all, but I wanted to develop a genuine connection, make sure we knew each other before taking the plunge.
Unfortunately, my plans were derailed. Before we’d even moved out of the foyer, Rafe had his arms around me, seizing my mouth in a kiss. It was hot, enticing, and everything I’d dreamed of. Electricity coursed through my body, and I shivered reflexively. I’d never felt this kind of heat before.
I moaned into his mouth and it turned on the big man even more, his arms wrapping around me tighter, his body hardening unmistakably against my own. He walked us backwards to a couch in the drawing room, lowering me carefully until I was cushioned on the soft pillows, his hard male form above me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” he growled into my mouth, his breath hot my cheek.
“You mean, since you saw me at the fashion show?” I teased, breathless. “That was only a few hours ago,” I giggled.
“It’s been a long time, given how hard I’ve been,” he growled, nuzzling the valley between my breasts. His breath was so tantalizing on my sensitive flesh that I arched beneath him, unconsciously offering myself to his touch. And Rafe took advantage of it. With a growl, he pulled the v-neck of my dress down, revealing first one beautiful titty, and then the other, to his ravenous gaze.
“God, they’re perfect,” he growled before seizing a rosy tip in his mouth.
And I moaned with pleasure, twisting in his arms. It felt so good to feel that hot mouth on my sensitive nub, jolts of lightning going straight form my nipples to my cunny, making me weak inside. I cried out, breathless, gasping, moving beneath him on the couch.
It only spurred him on more. With a hungry rumble, he moved to my other jug, loving this one as well, suckling, teasing, running his tongue between the two nipples before cupping my tits in both hands, pushing my boobs together. Unabashed, he sucked both teats into his mouth at once and I almost creamed right there and then, it was so magnificent. Twin jolts of sensation coursed through me, my pussy positively dripping now, and I could swear the big man could smell it because he chuckled.
“Let’s get you out of this,” he growled, his big fingers toying with the tie to my dress. But before I could undo the wrap, he’d taken the material between both big hands and ripped it open.
“Oh!” I gasped, my body suddenly revealed to his gaze, dressed in nothing but a lacy white bra and panties, the crotch unmistakably wet.
He chuckled. “I don’t take things slow,” he grinned. And he proceeded to devour me, his lips rimming my ribcage, tracing a circle around my belly button before continuing further south to the hem of my boy shorts.
“Hmm, modest, are we?” he murmured as he blew softly on my mound. I writhed beneath him, that warm air so tantalizing on my nub, mewling softly, unconsciously parting my legs further, begging him to do more.
With a low chuckle, he peeled my panties off, lightly tracing my legs, skimming my shapely calves as the thin scrap of material was tossed to the floor. With a lightning fast move, he was crouched again between my legs again, this time rubbing my labia with a fingertip, skimming that flesh with the gentlest of touches before holding my lips apart with both hands to look within.
And reader, it felt so good just to have him look, my most inner self exposed to his gaze. I was curiously shy, yet confident as well, instinctively knowing that I was in good hands with this big man.
My ruby rose insides responded, growing moist immediately, my clit so hard and big that it stood up to attention like a miniature cock, begging to be sucked. Trails of cream ran down my walls, pooling to form a drip that left a damp spot on the couch below.
And like a slut, my hips began gyrating, moving up and down, begging him to do more than just look.
“Please,” I gasped. “I need it.”
Fortunately, the big man was responsive. With a low growl, he dove into my snatch, first lipping my nub, tasting it, biting it with his teeth before settling into a slow suck.
“Unnnnhh,” I moaned, tossing my head, my eyes half-closed in ecstasy. “Feels … so … good.”
“There’s more,” he chuckled gently against my twat. He dipped lower, letting his tongue trail the folds of my puss, exploring every nook and cranny, tasting that female juice, pungent and sweet. He pushed my knees up so that my ass was up in the air, completely bare for him and dipped lower to trail his tongue around my anus.
“Oh god!” I shrieked. I squirmed a bit, I was so embarrassed. I mean, I’ve been rimmed before, but it seemed so different with this man, so personal … so intimate. But Rafe wasn’t about to stop, nor was he deterred by my hesitation. He bent his head and sniffed again, breathing in the musky smell of my ass and growled, “There isn’t a part of you that I wouldn’t touch.”
And with that, he poked his tongue into my back hole, tasting me, making me shriek with ecstasy, his wet, muscled appendage going into my rectum as he ran his fingers up and down my pussy before touching the little hole where his dick would go, inserting his fingertip, then pushing deeper so that his entire finger was embedded inside.
“You’re tight,” he rumbled, “I’ve got to get you looser because my cock’s not going to fit.”
I was taken aback. I’m not a small girl and I could accommodate most men, but what was he saying exactly? That he was bigger than an XXL? Oh god. Was this going to work? I fervently prayed yes, I didn’t think I could handle stopping anytime soon.
And Rafe was of the same mind, he just wanted to warm me up first before introducing me to the main event. Insistently, he kept tonguing my ass as he pushed a second finger in with the first, letting me adjust to the width of his two digits.
“Oh!” I squealed. It felt so good, tight but not uncomfortable at all.
Then came a third finger, followed by a fourth. Rafe was firm but gentle, allowing me to adjust as more and more was forced into my twat, my little lips stretched, my pussy still running like a fount even as he buried his entire hand in me.
“Aieee!” I shrieked again, the sight of his fist planted in me insanely dirty and wrong. My legs were spread so wide, my cunny engorged and yet the lips tight like rubber bands because he’d planted his entire hand in me, only his wrist visible now, the rest cushioned in my warm insides. He moved his fingers slightly inside, tickling my walls before beginning a thrust in and out, trying his best to loosen me up, getting me ready for the big time.
And I was so turned on that my pussy gushed juices like it’d never done before. Rafe’s wrist was completely wet and a trail dripped all the way down to his elbow, my female cream musky and aromatic in the air around us.
“More,” I moaned as he fisted me, “more, more, more.”
“More is coming, little girl,” he growled in return, “believe me, it’s coming.”
And with that, he pulled his hand from me with a soft pop, the sucking sound wet and sensual at once. His hand was completely coated and he lifted it to his mouth, licking one finger, then another, gazing at me lasciviously the entire time, clearly enjoying my taste.
“Mmm, delicious,” he rumbled before dropping a kiss on one rosy nipple.
But I wanted, no needed more, and fast.
“Now Rafe,” I panted. “Please.”
And the big man didn’t hesitate. His clothes were off in a flash, that expensive suit crumpled on the floor and I gasped. Because he wasn’t just big … he was massive. His dick hung all the way to the top of his kneecap, the biggest donkey dong I’d ever seen, as thick as my wrist, growing even as I watched. It lifted in the air, clearly aroused, the tip dripping wetly, one massive vein tracing the top, another vein pulsing hotly on the underside.
Like a slave, I fell before him on my knees. Deliriously I opened my mouth, and the big man chuckled, looking down at me.
“Like what you see, huh?” he growled.
Wordlessly I nodded, bobbing my head, my mouth still open, and he did what I was praying for. He lifted that massive member with one hand and pointed it straight at my mouth, letting me take a suck of that glistening tip.
Oh god, he tasted good, a salty tang of semen coating my lips, a slight pulse of juice squirting into my mouth even as I surrounded the head with my lips. It was a struggle. His glans was so huge that I could barely stretch around the head, that solid, blunt muscle like a club.
But I wanted as much of it in my mouth as I could. I lovingly traced the vein on top, then the vein on the bottom before going back to his head and trying to suck as much as possible inside. Bit by bit, I edged the massive member into my throat, willing myself not to gag.
“That’s it, little girl,” he groaned, throwing his head back, his eyes closed, a blaze of color on his bronzed cheeks. His pecs strained, his hips tense as my mouth slowly covered more and more acreage. “You can do it … oh god,” he rumbled again.
And I was succeeding. I’m not exactly a naïf so I’ve had practice, and that experience was serving me well now. Of course, I’d never done a twelve-incher like the one before me, but new challenges are right up my alley … or down my alley in this case.
Slowly, I opened my throat even more, forcing myself to think of nothing but the hot meat in front of me. Breathing rhythmically through my nose, the cock inched down my esophagus, I could feel the hard length edging down my neck like a python swallowing its prey. Focusing hard, I ignored the urge to gag, instead looking up worshipfully at the man before me, the one that I controlled now with my lips and mouth.
But Rafe could take no more. His hands grabbed the back of my head, winding his fingers into my hair, and he began fucking my face slowly, rocking his hips, forcing my mouth to take more and more of his pole with each push.
“Ummph,” he grunted. “Umph, umph, umph.”
I squealed a bit, unable to move as my orifice was pummeled, but I didn’t struggle. Instead, I held still, letting him get as much traction as possible, letting the swings grow looser, wilder with each push, obediently taking every centimeter, even as my eyes watered and drool began running from the corners of my mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he huffed, his eyes locking on to mine, feral, wild even as his fingers tangled in my hair. “Take it.”
But I wanted dick up my twat even though I loved the sweet taste of sperm. So I sat back on my heels, edging back slowly, using my weight to buck against that barreling pole.
Finally, the entire length was pulled from my mouth, glistening and shiny, and I coughed a bit, my throat raw from the fucking.
“Oh god,” I huffed, bent slightly over, wiping my lips with my hand. “Oh god.”
“Girlie, you okay?” said the big man concernedly. I looked up into blazing eyes and could see that despite the soft words, he was entirely turned on, ready to go for a full-force fucking. And I wanted it, wanted to feel that donkey dong destroying my sweetest spot.
I stood slowly, letting him get a look at my luscious curves, the undulating s-shape of my hips and thighs.
“I want to ride,” I purred, “lie down.”
And he did, his big form on the dainty couch, almost comically overwhelming on the chintz pattern. I straddled him, leaning forward to give him a deep kiss as my breasts brushed his chest, my pussy rubbing erotically along his dick.
“Mmm,” I moaned, rubbing that sensitive flesh along the crest of his cock. It was dirty, to say the least, my juices mixing with the saliva on his fuckpole, the tip trailing wetly still, grinding that sensitive, soft flesh against his burning-hot steel.
But he could take it no more. He grabbed my ass, pulling my butt cheeks forward and apart, letting his shaft pop up behind me. I could feel it rubbing against my ass crack, so long and big that it reached all the way up to my lower back. Slowly, oh so slowly, he guided the tip into my little hole, and I had to raise myself up on my knees just to accommodate.
“Oh!” I sighed with pleasure, the tip coming into me an inch, then two. “Oh!” I moaned again as I lowered myself onto that massive snake, letting my puss savor the exquisite feeling of a hard donkey dong.
“That’s it girlie,” he said roughly. “But you gotta long ways to go.”
My eyes flew open and I glanced down, my mouth opening with shock. Sure enough, I’d only taken three inches at most, there was still almost a foot of prick outside, waiting to make its entrance into my hot cavern. Oh god, this was going to be much harder than I thought.
Willing my body to stretch, I pushed down on that man meat, forcing my hips down, spreading my legs, my little pussy lips tight and rubbery at once. Rafe held still but the man meat was so huge, so dominating, that I was actually shoved up a bit just by the size of the thing. Whimpering slightly, I pushed down again, grinding my hips this time, straining, willing my curvy body to embrace that monster cock.
And slowly it began edging in, the sight of that massive veined pole disappearing into my body unbearably hot and dirty. Oh yeah. I was doing it. I was eating up cock, my vag getting plugged, and it felt fucking good.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, still focused completely on the fuckpole making its way inside until finally, finally, I sat down all the way onto his balls, those soft, loose sacks pressed up hard against my ass.
“Little girl, I’ve never seen someone with so much determination,” Rafe breathed below me, his eyes full of wonderment. And with a teasing grin, I circled my hips a bit, startled at how far up he was inside me.
“Well, you’ve never met Jenna Walsh before,” I replied, my breath catching as he shifted below me.
And that was the beginning of a long ride towards heaven. I rocked myself to and fro, enjoying the feeling of dick coming in and out, squeezing my pussy walls, suctioning my flesh almost, it was so tight in there. But the real fucking didn’t start until Rafe took control, seizing my tiny waist in both hands, holding me still as he bucked upwards, banging me from below.
“Unnh, unnh, unnh,” he grunted, his eyes fixated on my bouncing boobs, the nips bobbing up and down, the look of sheer ecstasy on my face. “Just a bit … more,” he rumbled, his voice cracking. And after a few seconds, he roared. The big man’s neck strained as he pumped shot after shot of semen into me, that virile, viscous white coating my insides, each spurt a hot gush of heaven, his dick pulsing inside my walls, my cunny clamping onto him.
Because I’d come as well, my vag seizing and pulsing, twitching with each shot of ecstasy, my vision temporarily blackened as I was lifted to new heights. I almost cried, my body twisting in currents, my puss shooting with warm juices as I spurted, the cream spraying onto Rafe’s chest, coating him in a fine film, a bit even landing on his chin and neck as I lost control.
And after our breathing evened, I sank back onto my heels, still locked in place by the huge donkey dong, in close contact with that massive male form.
The big man rubbed his chin, tasting some of the juice that I’d left there, sweet pussy ambrosia.
“Delicious,” he rumbled, licking his lips lasciviously, and that’s when I knew I was lost.