My small hands against his back, his shoulders, daggering through his locks, I needed all of him in my hands and in my mouth. He was divine, an aroma of whiskey and woodsmoke and clean citrusy shampoo assailed my nostrils when he drew a breath to maneuver us across the expanse of his office and twirled my body to face the desk. He leaned me forward so my hands came down onto the pristine surface.

I waited and he seemed unable to stop himself bending down to press his electric lips against my spine, the bare skin in the cut out of the designer gown. By scraping his fingers up the length of my neck, he pulled my half tumbled hair up and bit lightly into the exposed flesh while his other hand tugged the repressive crush of fabric, inching it slowly up my calf, thigh.

He released my hair and pressed his mouth into the side of my neck, nuzzling at the ear lobe. The length of his rippling solid torso was pressed into my back, all the way down to...

Oh god, a flare of heat thrust through my clit with the pressure of a hard bulge against my butt cheek. I arched my back to crush against the deliciously heavy pole thrusting at the fabric of his pants. My nipples screamed with lascivious need and my feverish pussy joined the chorus of hungry clamoring for more.

“I was waiting for you,” he repeated, his breath jaggering in short bursts filled with emotion.

“And I was waiting for you,” I whispered, with equal feeling.

My chest was constricting as both fervid hands tugged the tight fabric up over the mound of my pubis and smothered the aching vee between my shivering inner thighs with the searing tips of his fingers. Through the soaked silk gauze of my underwear, he delved his fingers into my folds, covering every nerve and sending pulses of electric white light through my core. I moaned softly through knitted lips, aching to let my lust go wild. To throw my hair about and scream his name out loud. I had never spoken his name.

Jay. Take me. Push yourself deep inside me and fuck me until I howl.

Again his hands worked to haul the gown up higher. My lips were bereft at the disappearance of his fingers, begging for them to return and plunder beneath the sodden fabric to swirl into the juices. Higher he dragged. Over my bare stomach, his fingers blazed a trial across that sensitive flesh making me shudder as the fabric came up to the mounds swelling at my chest.

Valentine tugged at the sides of the gown, forcing my arms to lift but not dragging it high enough to free my aching tits. The long tube of fabric stretched above my head, my arms elongated over my ears, ready to set free. Then he fumbled, gathering the fabric in one hand and I pushed my bare ass cheeks back against his hard shaft, begging him to release that next.

The dress was bunched above my head. Valentine then knotted off the top with the tie that had lain loose around his neck. With an aggressive pull of the silk, my head and arms were bound inside the long skirt of the gown with my lower half naked. I couldn't move or see a thing. I was again locked inside my own sensory world as Valentine's fingers inserted at the hem of my underwear and glided the length of my slit. He traced circles around my slickness until I fell forward into the desk as pleasure geysered up my core in an agonizing explosive climax.

With a long groan I released all the pent up lust I'd held since before the night on the yacht. A series of massive clenches and rippling shudders of blistering relief came at me like brute force tidal waves.. Unhinged, my top half clawed further across the desk. But Valentine caught and clasped me over his arm, shelving my breasts on his hard muscle while prying more shivers of delight from my clit.

“Oh my God,” I moaned in the darkness of the imposed tunnel as Jay thrust his fingers deep into my pussy and I came again, spurting nectar all over his delicious probe.

I still wasn't done and Valentine knew it. He'd locked a thousand orgasms up inside and was now compelled to release every one.

“Take me,” I moaned.

Please take me. My love, my darling, come inside me.

His fingers raked across my drenched slit. Valentine held me fast with one, the other diving deep inside my cleft right up to the head. He continued teasing circles around my burning hard clit. I clenched again and came over his ravishing fingers buried in my dripping pussy. Incredulity powered though me, dwarfed by another shattering of the pressure in my body as I came again, quivering under the exacting masculine hands.

For an instant I thought I was trapped in illusion. Hands curled around my body, circling me, twirling me so I was moving in a slow spin, still tremoring with the aftermath of a slew of shuddering climaxes wrought by my ingenious master. Then I was upright and encased tight inside the tube around my head while Valentines hands squeezed and tweaked my breasts, then palmed across my skin in an avid caress.

“Did you want him?” Valentine growled against my ear.

“What?”

My heart threw itself against my windpipe, blocking all oxygen with the sudden horror that Valentine had made good his promise to sell me off- That this second pair of hands belonged to Gianni GianCarlo.

“Did you want him? That bastard GianCarlo?” Valentine roared softly as fingers drew circles around my entrance, opening and teasing.

“No, the man's a monster,” I cried.

I fought at sucking up all the available oxygen inside the cocoon of my prison as I flailed against the noose that secured the hem of my inverted dress. Having my arms lifted high and bound up made me feel more vulnerable than being completely exposed down below.

“Good,” Valentine moaned at my ear as three fingers invaded my channel making it clutch and milk them with eager suction.

With a full turn and a half, he pulled me back onto his lap, sitting on the desk while dragging and shoving the soaking underwear down my legs. The he probed beneath the tight bandage of dress fabric belting my breasts and eased it back with a couple of final tugs, setting my breasts bouncing free. With me pinned to his lap, leaning against him, I felt the huge heat powering through his bulge. His hands were everywhere, tweaking my now bare nipples, pinching my clit and sliding through the slickness in my folds.

“So fucking wet, Andie,” he gritted in my ear.

Inside my dark cavern, I could only pant for oxygen and try not to slither down his thighs in complete satisfaction. I had no idea what Valentine's latest game was but I didn’t care. he’d brought me to release and it was the most awe-inspiring climax I’d ever had, detonating through me and leaving me weak.

Through my afterglow I could detect the flood of relief pouring from him when I said the Gianni Giancarlo was a monster, but immediately after fell into a personal swoon of delirium as every nerve ending blew like a hundred short circuiting fuses firing my body at once.

He wasn't done with me yet.

I was turned again to bend over the desk. A digit strummed across my hard bullet clit and I heard the sound of zipper. My entire body knotted and a burst of renewed lust soaked my pussy. When the head of the rigid dick beneath me pronged my ass crack, I arched and lifted my ass, raising my pelvis so the gorgeous huge cock could find my pulsating entrance. I pushed back in time with his thrust and impaled myself on the fullest shaft ever to invade my tunnel, stretching and embracing the walls to their fullest extent.

“Oh, oh,” I wailed in my dark cocoon.

Valentine’s fingers continued to toy and tease at the tight pucker while I started to ride the length of the fattest, longest cock I'd ever known.

He thrust into me hard and moaned my name whenever I clenched my tight tunnel to hug around his length. Faster he pounded, his hands pulling my hips back onto him.

I let out a deep involuntary groan as every nerve I never knew I had fired and sent shivering jolts through my body, bright red and yellow exploded inside my dark truss and the glow of soft white enveloped me.

“Ohmigod,” I screamed.

I was flying and drowning as my pussy was rammed by my raider, building to a frenzy as he slammed harder and deeper, groaning my name under his breath. His hands gripped my breasts, squeezing and mashing them together as I felt the pressure rising out of all bounds in my core. I hit another explosion bare seconds before he thrust deep up to the hilt and shuddered through his gorgeous release. The blinding aftermath of my climax was eclipsed solely by the immense gratification that I finally, finally had Jay Valentine inside me.

“I can't come anymore,” I moaned, my pussy aching from the rampage.

“I don't agree.” Jay. The dulcet gravel tone of Valentine in my ear.

“Let me look at you,” I pleaded from inside my shroud.

“Can you breathe okay, my angel?”

Angel. He called me angel. His angel. Was that post-climax haze talking?

“I want to see your face.” I was crazed to look into his eyes and see what was buried within as he lured me yet again toward explosion.

“Choose,” he barked, suddenly hoarse with fury.

“What? Choose what?” I said, confused.

“Which one you want. Which man you want inside you.”

All questioning of who I wanted had been forgotten the instant Jay clasped me to him. I had no idea who he was talking about now. Gianni? I’d told him the guy was a devil. It could only be Marc, sexy smart Marc, who I knew and liked but who held not an iota of temptation when Valentine was holding me.

“You,” I replied immediately. “I only want you.”

“Me. Over all others?” he demanded, his throat cracking.

“Yes.” I whispered, the begged again; “Please, let me see you.”

I shivered as he removed his fingers from lightly stroking my sore pussy, lingering there a moment to build another level of pressure so I hungered for their return as soon as he'd pulled the tie off the dress and ripped it over my head. I pulled in some fresh air and refocused my eyes for the low light in the room.

I filled my vista with the man who'd finally come into my body, given himself to me and brought me to the most overwhelmingly big O of my existence. His eyes weren't on me however, he was staring over my shoulder. I turned my head to see what he was fixated on-