Chapter Two
Trent
I’ve stunned the poor girl.
When I saw this unmasked beauty from across the room, I knew I had to speak with her. She’s the most gorgeous woman at the party and if I didn’t whisk her into a dance, one of my ridiculous friends would have attempted to do so. A woman like this doesn’t belong with one of them. She belongs with me. I can already imagine what her lips will taste like, what she’ll look like when she’s panting beneath me….
But we can’t get there if we can’t get past this moment. I suppose dancing with her prior to a proper introduction might have been a bit intimidating, but I just couldn’t wait. That curvy form begged to be held, and I wanted to be the one to taste her first.
I study the brunette’s face as she gathers her thoughts. She doesn’t look familiar, but half of the party is unfamiliar to me even without their masks on. My assistant, Amanda, handled the guest list for this get together, and I’m not sure who she chose as attendees. She’s a great assistant but maybe I need to supervise her a little more. Not that I want to—Amanda tends to go on and on about one thing and another, and I hate to admit it, but her gaze is always so calculating, like she’s trying to count my money behind my back.
But for now, the beautiful brunette before me captivates my attention.
“Katie,” my companion finally breathes. “My name is Katie.”
“Katie,” I test. Her name feels delicious in my mouth. I bet she tastes just like her name. Sweet. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You, too,” she murmurs. “I’ve been wondering if our paths would cross.”
I raise a brow at this. Is she going to ask me to invest in her idea for an app? Is she the daughter of a man who wants me to buy out his business? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve encountered either situation.
“Is that so?” I ask smoothly, giving nothing away.
Katie nods. “I thought maybe I’d make it through the entire party without laying eyes on the man paying me to be here.”
I take a step back. I don’t hire prostitutes. What the hell is she talking about?
But maybe I’ve been too judgmental. After all, working girls need to make a living too, and Katie is a beautiful woman with lush curves and a sweet smile. That dress begs to be removed from her body. This prostitution thing complicates things, but it doesn’t change them altogether.
Katie senses my hesitation and confusion. “You paid for this party,” she clarifies, raising her eyebrows. “I made it happen.”
Oh. I understand now, and relief floods my body. She’s the party planner, and not some high-priced escort who slipped in hoping to make a score. Okay. Makes sense now. I almost laugh in relief, but manage to restrain myself.
I clear my voice in an attempt to sweep away my confusion and slight embarrassment. “You’ve done an incredible job, Katie.”
“Thank you,” she says. “You have a beautiful home. It didn’t take much to make it ready for the party.”
“Oh, good,” I say. “Everyone I’ve spoken to has complimented the delicious food. They’re devouring the canapes, in fact.”
She flushes.
“I’m glad they like it.”
We’re silent for a beat. Now that I know Katie is my party planner, the complications of sleeping with her slip away. She’s not my employee. She’s not a prostitute. She’s just someone hired temporarily to put together this shindig, and I won’t have to worry about Monday morning awkwardness if I take her to bed. With that in mind, I smile wolfishly.
“Do you like to dance, Katie?” I ask.
She laughs, a beautiful melodic lilt.
“I do not, Mr. Moore.”
An eyebrow raises.
“Please, call me Trent.”
“I do not, Trent.”
“You seem to have enjoyed it just now,” I say with a smile.
“I didn’t want to be rude,” Katie responds with a sweet, yet teasing smile.
“What do you like, then?”
Katie giggles once again. I could get used to the tinkling sound escaping her lips. “I like a lot of things. Puppies, action movies, going to the beach. What do you like?”
“I like expanding my business and taking beautiful women to bed with me,” is my direct statement.
This time, Katie is the one to take a step back as she gasps. My crass words have shocked her, but the scandalized curiosity in her eyes tell me that I haven’t scared her away.
“It’s a good thing this party is full of beautiful women then,” she remarks saucily, recovering from her shock. “Surely you haven’t slept with all of them?”
I laugh out loud now, a low rumble coursing through my chest. Katie’s lips turn into a slight, satisfied smile.
“I haven’t slept with all of them, sweetheart. You’re right about that. Some of them, sure. But not all.”
“Good to know,” she says with a nod.
I reach out and take her hand. “Come upstairs with me, Katie.”
But the beautiful brunette pulls her palm from my grasp.
“I can’t,” she says with a smile. “I have a party to watch. Unlike you, Mr. Moore, I’m here to work, not have fun.”
I cock my head at her, trying to gauge precisely what this girl’s game is. Why is it so difficult to get her to join me in bed? It takes only five seconds to convince most ladies.
“Live a little,” I tell her. “As your client and temporary boss, I’m allowing you to pause work and have some fun.”
“Who would watch over the party?” she asks, crossing her arms.
I can’t help but notice her ample cleavage as her arms move. Oh shit, that creaminess makes my cock jerk hungrily, and my eyes flicker back up to her expectant face. I know she’s just going along with this conversation to amuse me, but I’m not one to back down. I scan the room, taking in the whirling guests and the trays laden with food still. Judging from how well it’s going, nothing terrible will happen in our absence. I spy Amanda nearby and motion for her to come closer. The woman brightens for a moment when she sees me, but then her expression freezes when she glimpses Katie at my side. Still, she walks over stiffly.
“Amanda, I have some business to attend to with our party planner. If anything should happen while we’re away, I’m counting on you to handle it,” I instruct her with a smile.
Her expression becomes positively icy now.
“Yes, Mr. Moore, of course,” she bites out. I can tell the words hurt, but hey, I’m not here to hand out party favors. I pay her salary, after all, and expect to get my money’s worth.
‘Thank you, Amanda,” I say while pulling Katie away. “Please make sure all the guests are attended to.”
Once we’re about twenty feet away, I turn back to the beautiful brunette. “There,” I say simply. “Now you have no obligation to babysit.”
Katie’s eyes flicker with hesitation, but it’s soon replaced with a hesitant smile. She accepts my hand, and I pull her with me toward the huge spiral staircase. Helping her up the smooth steps, it’s only when we’re at the top of the stairs that I kiss this beautiful woman for the first time. And oh shit, but her responsiveness is entrancing. The curvy brunette moans as I slip my tongue between her rosy lips, body instinctively nestling towards me. There’s no time to go slow. My length has been straining against my pants since I first caught a glimpse of Katie standing by herself in my ballroom, and it craves satisfaction desperately.
Katie’s lips stay attached to mine, my hands tangled in her hair as I guide her backwards down the hall toward the master bedroom. We reach the door and I push her up against it, lifting her legs around my waist. She moans again, grinding her pelvis against mine, lips sucking on mine like they’re air and she’s drowning.
Without losing momentum, I open the door to my bedroom and bring us inside, kicking it closed behind us. I would have happily taken her against the door in the hallway, but the risk was too high. The last thing I need is some damned photographer to wander into the forbidden upper chambers and snap photos of me emptying my load into a gorgeous woman. The headlines would cause another PR headache that I don’t want to deal with.
Once inside my room, I throw Katie down on the bed. I lower myself onto the mattress above her and take in her beautiful face, those large breasts, and her impossibly curvy body. She smiles and grabs my shirt, pulling me down and forcing our lips to connect once again. She receives no complaints from me as our tongues intertwine in a wrestling match.
I feel Katie’s hands fumble with the buttons on my shirt, clearly eager to do away with the excessive layers, but I grow impatient with her slow progress. I need her touch now. With a low growl, I take my shirt tales and rip it open, buttons clattering to the floor. It’s not a problem. I can afford to buy a new one.
Katie gasps at my sudden lack of clothing. Without the fabric between us, her lips trace hot kisses down my chest. I shiver at her sensual touch all the way down to the v-cut of my lower abs. As much as I’m enjoying her attention, I want to reciprocate. I need to hear her scream for me, to beg for more. Taking her waist, I turn her around before pushing her down onto the bed, face first. She lets out a small shriek, squirming on the soft mattress and bouncing up and down. But I don’t stop. While peppering that smooth, milky neck with kisses, I slide down the zipper of her dress before pulling it from her shoulders and stripping it all the way off. Katie flips back over on her own, making my breath catch in my throat.
Because this woman is perfect. She’s wearing a lacy black bra that is barely able to contain her giant, heaving breasts. I lean down and nip on the tops of those creamy curves. She moans with pleasure, pushing my head against her chest. With one hand, I effortlessly unstrap the bra behind her back and slide it off of her body, revealing her erect pink nipples, big and round, ready for me.
“Fuck baby,” I rasp. “You’re gorgeous.”
Before she can reply, I take her left nipple in my mouth, sucking on it and running my tongue around the areola. Shit, she’s so hard already, her tips like pebbles. Katie’s hands tangle in my hair, pushing even more of her boob into my mouth.
“Oh god, Trent,” she moans. “Yes, like that!”
With one last lick, I turn to her right nipple and give it the same attention, sucking it until it’s enlarged and glistening. Katie is panting below me, and we’ve only just begun. Her hands find my belt buckle and release it. She unbuttons my dress pants and slides them down along with my boxer briefs. My erection bounces to attention now that it has escaped the confines of my pants.
Now it’s the brunette’s turn to be shocked.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, eyes wide as they take in my cock. “Oh god.”
I smirk. “Big, isn’t it?” I lean in and whisper into her ear, voice husky with disuse and desire. “But don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll stretch for me. You’ll stretch real good, I can tell.”
Katie’s mouth opens and closes silently a few times as she continues to stare. But then the girl gets a hold of herself and takes a deep breath before spitting into her hand and sliding it up and down my length. My cock gets harder, if that’s even possible, and I let out a roar of shock and pleasure. Oh shit. Where’d she learn to do this? It feels so fucking amazing, and my hips twist beneath her ministrations, desperate to get into that velvet pussy.
But Katie’s not done yet, not even close. Pressing a kiss to my stomach, she works her lips and tongue down my torso until she reaches my groin. And then she goes for it. Smiling seductively up at me, Katie takes one of my balls into her mouth and sucks a little before popping it out, and then doing the same with the other. My head grinds back into the pillow, groin lifted up toward her face, hungry for more.
“Tell me what you want,” she pants, continuing to work on my balls like they’re the sweetest candy.
“Put it in your mouth,” I grunt, breathless.
“Say please, big guy,” she coos.
Oh fuck, this woman’s killing me. But I love it all the same.
“Please,” I rasp, “do it. Now.”
And then Katie obliges. Incredibly, the girl swallows my full length down her throat with one deep breath. I feel the tip nudging insistently against the back of her throat, and it feels so damn good. Katie gags a bit, eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop. She bobs up and down while sucking my throbbing cock. I have to steady my breathing to keep from emptying my load down the back of her throat too soon.
But I can’t let her have all the fun. After a minute or two, I groan.
“Stop,” I command before losing complete control, lifting Katie’s head from my dick that’s glistening with her spit and my precum. “I want to taste you.”
I move the girl so she’s taken my position at the head of the bed and I’ve taken hers at the foot. I pull her panties down to her ankles and then off completely, leaving the striking woman completely nude in front of me. Shit, she’s gorgeous. That juicy pink slit beckons, and I want it so bad. But there’s no sense in rushing things, so I kiss her thighs and her stomach, teasing her. She writhes under my feather-light kisses and tries to push my head lower, but I hold back.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, looking up at her face that is clouded with desire.
Katie doesn’t even hesitate.
“Put your mouth on me,” she whispers, her thick lashes fluttering as she looks down at my big frame. “Please, Mr. Moore.”
So I do. I suck her swollen clit between my lips, causing Katie to squeal and writhe beneath me. With my fingers, I trace her entrance. She’s soaking wet for me. Three fingers slide in easily, and then I add a fourth.
“Oh my God,” she moans as I pump my fingers in and out of her wet hole while continuing to lick and suck her clit. “Yes, right there, please! Don’t stop!”
I’m tempted to keep going and watch Katie cum onto my fingers and lips, but reluctantly decide to stick with my original plan.
“No,” I growl, removing my fingers. Shit, they’re glistening from all the sweet cream. “I’m going to fuck you until I come right into your tiny cunt.”
The girl doesn’t even hesitate at my crass words.
“Yes, Mr. Moore,” she mewls like a whore. “Take me, please, I need you inside me!”
My cock twitches at her plea, and I’m ready to go for gold when she suddenly looks at me, almost a bit shy.
“I-I don’t usually do this,” she says, shaking her head with a stunned look in her eyes. “I swear, this is new. I don’t usually sleep with random guys at parties.”
A smirk crosses my face, and she’s somehow even sexier than ever. Her innocence, her honesty—it makes me feel triumphant and want to ravage her at once. “Good,” I say. “Then this will be special.”
She giggles, but it’s cut off when my cock nudges her slippery hole. Oh God, the girl’s so fucking wet, and her folds are puffy yet soft. She moans loudly, all shyness forgotten, grabbing the sheets and spreading her legs wider for better access. That’s my signal. In one fell swoop, I push my giant fuckshaft all the way inside, the tight squeeze so unbearable and overpowering that I almost bust my load right there.
“Oh god, Mr. Moore!” she cries out, head falling back as her eyes close with ecstasy. “You’re so big!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I pant in return, breathing against that luscious neck. “Your tightness will accommodate my fat cock. Just give it a second.”
And sure enough, I can feel the muscles adjust a bit in her velvet pussy. Aw shit, it feels so good. When I can’t stand it anymore, I pull almost completely out and plow my way back in. The girl takes it like a champ. With each thrust, Katie squeals in pleasure. I cover her mouth with mine as I fuck her earnestly, moving like a mighty machine. Her hands stroke my hair, holding me close. I grip her curvy hips, pulling her toward me so I can get as deep inside of her as possible. I want to fill her up, feel her walls tighten around my cock, and hear her scream my name.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel like I might explode because something about Katie makes me a teenage boy again, like there’s something so deliciously wrong about this, so new and exciting.
But she beats me to it.
“I’m going to come,” she pants, cheeks flushed. Her fluids thicken as I slide my hand inwards, finding her clit with my thumb and swirl circles to maximize her pleasure. “Oh god,” she screams as I plow deep into her once again. Her walls close in on my cock, that beautiful face contorted in pleasure. And then it happens. Her orgasm blossoms and then crests, the girl screaming as I continue to thrust deep inside of her.
But it’s too much for me as well.
“FUCK!” I roar as I lose control, ramming my cock into her with abandon, exploding into that tight, pink cunt. Lash after lash of hot semen blasts her velvet channel, the goop seeping into her with each squirt. The clamping walls of her hole are enough to suck the cum from my cock, pulling each gooey string of sperm deeper. I thrust feverishly in a desperate attempt to unload all of my semen into her throbbing pussy.
And finally, it’s over. After I’ve emptied myself completely, I pull out and lie beside her. We’re both breathless and still recovering from the after effects of our orgasms. I can’t remember the last time I had a fuck that good. Holy hell. It was just what I needed, and I’m totally spent.
But after just a few minutes, Katie’s hand is on my cock again, coaxing it back to full length. It doesn’t take much of the woman’s strokes to get me hard again.
“That wasn’t enough for you?” I ask in disbelief. Frankly, I can’t help but be impressed.
Katie smiles deviously. “I want you to take me from behind this time,” she purrs. The woman gets on her knees, her hands holding onto the headboard, and wiggles that big ass at me. Unbelievably, a stream of semen trails from her pussy down one big thigh, and it makes me hungry for more.
“You got it, sweetheart,” is my growl. I can’t resist the temptation. I continue to stroke myself as I get into position behind her, and once my cock is hard and ready, my tip finds her opening and I slide in, the mixed juices of our earlier session keeping her slick.
Oh shit, it feels so good—I can go deeper in this position, and shove my shaft all the way to the hilt. I grab Katie’s hair with one hand and tug on it lightly as I fuck her from behind just like she asked me to. The other hand is gripped on her waist, pulling it toward me with every rough pump. Her back arches, face contorted with pleasure and mouth open slightly. Letting go of her hair, I reach around and play with her nipples as she moans. She’s busy rubbing her own clit while I fuck her, which makes me horny as hell.
I know I won’t last as long this time. Sex with Katie is too intense and crazy, not to mention mind-blowingly hot. I barely know this woman and she’s already taken me to heaven twice.
So there’s no sense in holding back. I keep plowing into her as my climax builds. Katie screams as orgasm rocks through her body, making her body shudder and pussy walls clench around me. She collapses on the bed, face buried in the pillow as her cunt continues to clamp and shudder, milking me for my precious jizz.
And she succeeds. Once again, her orgasm pushes me over the edge. I pull her hair back and thrust deep into her shuddering pussy one last time with a grunt, my seed emptying inside of that heavenly channel.
“SHIT!” I roar, chest heaving as my dick erupts. “Shit fuck shit!”
Ecstasy roars through my frame, making my knees tremble as jism erupts again and again, dumping gallons into her velvety cunt. I gasp as I finish, Katie panting beneath me. What the fuck just happened? Pulling out slowly, we flop lie next to each other on the bed, spent from the incredible session.
“Wow,” Katie murmurs when she’s able to speak. “That was amazing.”
I let out a mutter of agreement, unable to form a full sentence yet. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I decide that I’m not letting her out of my sight for the next eight hours. My guests can party all they want downstairs. They can eat all my food, dance to my orchestra, and have fun and make merry. Because I’ll be making my own merry upstairs…and the brunette’s going to be my willing prisoner for the entire night.