This man had a hold on me and I kind of liked it. I sat next to him in the car, his hand in mine, and I couldn't believe I was going to his house. I knew what came next and I was ready.
We arrived at a skyscraper of apartments. A valet opened my door and helped me out. I stood out in the cold air and wondered what the time was. The club was about to close when we left and we made that detour to the donut shop. It had to be at least two in the morning.
Michael threw his keys to the young valet and slipped him some cash.
“Have a good night, sir.” The valet hopped into his car and drove off.
“You live here?” I asked.
Michael nodded as a doorman opened the two large glass doors for us. The lobby was all made of marble with a giant fountain in in the middle. Michael led me to the elevator and pushed the up button.
We stood there hand-in-hand listening to the sounds of water. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I expected an elevator operator to greet us based on what I had seen of the place so far but it was empty.
Michael hit the button for the thirty-fourth floor and slipped a keycard into a slot next the button display. It was the highest the elevator could go.
I put my hand on his chest. “Wait a second. Do you own this building? Are you some sort of billionaire?” I looked at his face more closely to see if I recognized him from any tech magazine covers.
“Sorry to disappoint but I'm only renting the loft.”
The elevator chimed and the doors opened. Lights flickered on automatically when Michael stepped off. I almost gasped at the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The entire city could be seen from up here.
The apartment was mostly empty save a couple pieces of modern furniture and lighting. I walked through the empty space and peeked around. “Did you just move in?”
Michael followed me around with his hands clasped behind his back. He was studying me closely. “I honestly haven't had the time to buy any furniture.” He left me in the living room and walked into the open kitchen.
The apartment must have cost Michael a fortune every a month. I tried to remember what his occupation was and remembered that he never answered me.
Michael opened up a cupboard and pulled out two glasses. “Would you like a drink?”
I joined him in the kitchen and marveled at the white marble counter-tops and custom-made cabinets. “What do you do for a living again?”
Michael smiled and pulled out a bottle of wine. “Would you believe me if I told you I'm between jobs right now?”
I sat down on a stool at the kitchen island. “Not for a second.”
Michael poured the red wine and handed me a glass. I swirled it around and took a sip. I was no wine expert but it was very delicious. That was mostly likely the most expensive sip of wine I'd ever taste.
“I'm semi-retired,” Michael began, “I made some very wise investments when I was younger and I haven't had to work for a long time.”
“Sounds like a dream,” I replied, tipping the wine glass until I had consumed all the liquid.
“Like another?” Michael asked.
I didn't even realize that the glass was empty. I nodded and Michael poured me a second.
He put his elbows on the island and leaned in. “And what do you do for a living?”
“Would you believe me if I told you I'm between jobs?”
Michael laughed and drank the rest of his glass. “I would believe that.”
“Well I just moved back home after graduating from college. And I haven't really had the time to find a job yet.”
Michael circled around the counter until he was within inches of me. His eyes beamed deep into my soul. He took the glass of wine from my hands and set it down on the island. He raked his fingers through my hair. “Do you know how good you smell?”
I shook my head. Nobody had ever told me that before. Michael put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me close. Our lips met and my limbs turned to putty in his arms. The spark I had felt earlier while holding his hands intensified. My body felt like it was a bottle of lightning that was waiting to be uncorked.
Michael broke away and moved down to my neck. A moan escaped my mouth and my nails dug into his arms.
“I've wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you,” he whispered in my ear.
I was ready and willing to do whatever he commanded me to do. Michael took my hand and lifted me off the seat. My head was in fog from the combination of wine and pleasure. I did my best to follow him without tripping over my own feet.
He brought me to his dark bedroom that only contained a king-sized mattress with pillows and a black comforter.
“You definitely need to do some shopping,” I said.
Michael ignored my statement and took me in his arms again. I lost my breath as he kissed me. There weren't going to be anymore words said.
His fingers worked around the back of my dress. He found the zipper and slowly pulled it down to my waist. A shiver ran down my spine from the cold hitting my bare back. I slipped off the straps and let the dress fall to the ground. The only thing left was a black thong and heels.
Michael ran his fingers up my sides and squeezed my large breasts. He rolled my nipples between my fingers until they became erect. I just stood there and let him explore every inch of me.
He turned me around and gathered my hair in his hands. He placed it over my shoulder so my back was free and clear. He bombarded me with kisses all the way down my back until he reached my ass. Michael carefully pulled my thong down until it rested around my ankles. I did the rest and flicked them across the floor.
Michael flipped me around and felt the inside of my legs, running his hand down until he met my ankles. My chest heaved up and down as I watched him take off each heel and fling them behind his shoulder.
I was completely naked and Michael still had his suit on. Normally I would've tried to cover up my body as best as I could. But I didn't mind Michael staring at me. In fact, I kind of liked it. I stood there with my shoulders pulled back and breasts forward as he inspected me.
His tongue touched parts of my body that I never thought could give me pleasure. I closed my eyes and focused on every touch. His kisses moved upwards until he returned to my lips. His tongue danced together with mine.
Michael pushed me lightly until I fell down onto the mattress. It was surprisingly comfy considering that it was just sitting on the wood floor. Michael stood before me and took off his black jacket. He slowly undid his tie and let it drop to the floor.
I bit my bottom lip as I watched him undress down to his boxers. Michael was a perfect specimen. Every muscle was perfectly chiseled. It didn't seem possible.
And there was no hiding how big he was.
I crawled across the mattress and got up on my knees. I reached into the hole of his white boxers and pulled out his massive length. He was bigger than I ever could imagine. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked from the head down to the base.
Michael knocked his head back and moaned. His hips jutted forward. I shook the hair from my face and opened as I filled my mouth with his pulsing member.
He grit his teeth as I forced him deeper and deeper down my throat. I stroked him hard as my head bobbed up and down. Michael's hands found the sides of my head and he guided his cock past my lips, fucking my mouth slow and steady.
Suddenly, Michael pulled out just as it was getting good. I knew he was close and he didn't want finish yet. I wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth and fell back on the bed.
Michael spread my legs and felt my wetness with his fingers. My body swelled as I saw him lick his wet fingers.
My pussy was ready for him. Michael mounted me, his gigantic cock hovering inches from my tight opening. He kissed me as he forced his way inside me. I bit down on his lip at the sudden injection of ecstasy.
Michael stretched me, filling me completely. Every thrust of his hips made me gasp. The pleasure built higher and higher. Our bodies joined one another. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged causing me to orgasm immediately.
A deafening moan escaped my lips. My body flailed around on the mattress as Michael continued to fuck me harder and harder. My orgasm faded and Michael pulled out. I had wondered if he had finished inside me as I came but he wasn't even close to done yet.
Michael lay down next to me and motioned for me to get on top. My legs were weak and my head cloudy as I straddled him. His strong hands felt up my big tits and he bit down on my nipples. My soaking wet pussy rubbed against his manliness.
I guided him inside me and slowly rocked my ass up and down. Michael closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head as he enjoyed the ride. I used Michael's rock-hard chest to support me as I fucked him.
I controlled his pleasure. Every time I slowed down for just a second Michael immediately clawed at me, his hands grabbing my waist and forcing me down on him harder. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer.
Michael looked like he wasn't going to last much longer either. His moaning intensified and his hips met mine, thrusting further into me.
I held off my orgasm as long as I physically could. But the dam broke.
A flood of wetness filled me inside. Michael yelled my name at the top of his lungs as he came inside me. I couldn't hold myself up any longer as I came, collapsing on top of Michael.
It felt good. Way too fucking good. I'd never felt this close with someone during sex. It wasn't just all physical. It was emotional too.
As the waves of pleasure receded, I lifted myself off him and disintegrated next to him. Michael held me in his arms and stroked my hair.
My mind was so tired. I wanted to tell him how fucking good it was. How that was the best sex I ever had. If I could, I would go all night.
But my body couldn't handle anymore no matter how much I needed it. It was way past my normal bedtime and I could barely keep my eyes open. My head rested on his chest and his heartbeat was so soothing.
It didn't take long to fall asleep.