Allie
Xavier and I are making out in his elevator. I know it's his because I was here before, back before I knew he owned the penthouse and was an obvious billionaire.
I'm still confounded by that. Does it come from family money? What's his deal? I know he works for Hard Pressed but that's about it. Does he have a side job? Execs make a lot of money but nowhere near enough to afford penthouses and limousines like his.
Xavier's a mystery to me still, but I'm not about to let some pesky questions ruin this moment.
Because right at this moment I have my legs around the hips of the hottest man on earth. He's got my back pressed against the elevator wall and we're damn near fucking.
After a night of drinking and hostility, I'm ready to let it all go, I'm ready to come. Knowing him, bastard that he is, he'll have me waiting and begging for it. He likes to dominate me, to dictate when I come. I learned that quickly.
And I'm okay with it because that lack of control on my part lets me release my inhibitions all the more.
He buries his head in my neck and kisses me and lightly bites me. He's practically growling in my ear.
We had a night of furious back-and-forth dialogue. Both of us want each other so bad and yet for his part, he's somehow resisting me and I don't know why.
Just as I'm starting to think about Olivia and wonder why he brought her on her date, the elevator stops, and my thoughts are interrupted.
Xavier escorts me inside to his lavish penthouse. It looks more glamorous at night, with the twinkling lights of the city as the most intoxicating backdrop.
I don't even have time to ask for a drink because he's leading me towards his oversized gray sectional. He pushes me down on it gently before going about removing my clothes.
He strips me down and I help him, anxious to feel his giant cock inside of me. I fumble with his pants but he stops me with one hand.
"No, I'm in control here," he says.
He undoes them with his own hands and steps out of them before wordlessly motioning for me to kneel before him.
I'm naked, and his eyes are lustful as he takes in my body. It seems like he can't get enough of me.
I'm on my knees and the plush carpet helps to make it more comfortable. He grabs my head with his large hands and forces me to take his cock down my throat. I can't say I don't enjoy it, but it's kinda hard to think when you have a 10-inch shaft sliding in and out of your mouth.
I suck and swallow and try to tease him with my tongue. But none of my own tactics work. He's in charge here and he's making that perfectly clear.
He's thrusting into me, fucking my mouth, and it's so damn hot. My eyes start to water as I can hardly breathe around his huge cock. His length is so big that it's hard to handle the size of him.
He pumps and thrusts and finally comes, shooting hot cum down my throat. It tastes so fucking good, but mostly it's the thought it being his essence that turns me on until I feel delirious with desire.
The taste of Xavier's cum trickling down my throat and down the sides of my mouth has me feeling hot and tense, with my heart fluttering in my chest.
I'm ready to have him inside of me, to have my own release.
This night has been so hard seeing him with another woman. And verbally sparring with him all night with the absence of any true physical connection has been torture. I'm getting him now, at last, and I'm ready for it.
I try to pull him down to the couch so that I can get on top, but as usual, he stops me. It's always this way, I'm coming to find out. But I need to trust him because every time he takes control, I'm led towards something new that I didn't even know I was missing. He fills me up and I always reach new heights of bliss.
He sits on the couch, fully naked now. I will never get used to his gigantic, sculpted frame. He looks like the finest specimen of man on earth.
I'm aching for him to fuck me and I know I won’t be disappointed.
He grabs my hand as if to say it's okay. I look at his gleaming cock and can no longer hold back. I get on top of him and ease myself down onto his massive shaft.
Inch by glorious inch, he's entering me, and I'm almost ready to come just thinking of the power of the man behind the cock.
He lifts my hips up and down easily so that he finds a steady rhythm that I follow. I circle and grind on him, but most of all I feel connected.
This isn't the same angry sex we had the other day.
That was mind-blowing, but I feel more in tune with him tonight. Maybe it's because we're both a little tipsy, I don't know. But things are different.
I'm in sync with him emotionally and physically. We're fucking so hard and I scream out his name as it gets more intense.
"Xavier, I'm gonna come," I say, with a slight tone of desperation in my voice.
"Okay, baby, come. I want you to come for me," he says.
See, he's acting nicer already.
I move my hips around his cock and it feels so good, my G-spot is aching for it. My whole body starts to vibrate and I'm on the precipice of a thunderous orgasm.
I breathe, scratch my fingernails into his shoulders, and ride him hard, to the point that I reach oblivion.
Waves of ecstasy flow within my entire being. It's just him and me now as the world dissolves, everything disappearing except the feeling of my pussy gripping his cock as I convulse and shake.
I cry out and this seems to make him want to come also. He holds my hips steady and then crashes into me from underneath.
His cock is covered with my cum and he slides into me quicker. The slick sounds make me crazy with lust. I'm riding the waves of the last orgasm but I feel a new one coming right on its heels.
"Uhh, I'm gonna come again," I moan.
My words seem to make him happy and a smile crosses his face. He's getting his fill and so am I.
He's fucking me so hard and the sensation of it is almost too much. My body feels like it will shatter into a million pieces with another orgasm. Each wave heightens the next.
My emotions are torn. I fucking love this guy and I fucking hate him.
I grip his neck and hold him close because I'm gonna come again. He sucks my tits and it's all over for both of us. He and I come at exactly the same time together, as one in unison, and it's fucking amazing.
He lets out one hard gasp as he reaches his climax. I'm in mine and he can likely tell because my pussy is tightening around his cock, milking every last drop of cum from him. Our cum mixes together and slides down my thighs.
"That was incredible," I say, almost whimpering.
It was the relief we both needed all night long. It's what we both wanted and yet neither of us seem prepared to admit the extent of our feelings. I think he has this same weirdly twisted mix of love/hate that I do.
He holds me still on his lap for a couple minutes as he pumps every last drop of cum into me. My heart starts to calm down and I sink back down to earth.
He pulls out of me. I let go of his neck and get up, walking to the bar naked.
"Fuck, that was so good. Mind if I make a drink?"
He's looking at me with wonder. I'd give anything to know what he's thinking.
"I'll make you one too," I say.
I reach for his top-shelf liquor and pour us both a shot of vodka. First, I shake it with ice so that it will go down cold.
I bring him the drink as he lazes on the couch. He's watching me. I think it's his new favorite hobby.
I love to tantalize him with my body. I walk around naked to make sure he swiftly gets hard again.
"To us," I say, joining him on the couch.
He has an odd expression on his face, as though he's questioning my motives or something, like he doesn't trust me. What the fuck?
Once again, a mysterious element surrounds him and I think I'm risking everything by being with yet another bad boy. What am I getting myself into?
But I ignore his odd expression, not wanting to ruin the moment.
We clink glasses and down the vodka. It's smooth and it does the job of taking the edge off. It helps me to relax into the pleasurable rebellious sensations that are still pulsating throughout my body. My body is betraying me with this guy. I know I shouldn't, but I really must.
Life is never boring with Xavier. I wonder how much longer it will last?