Rebecca
I can’t say that Kane’s changed, or that he’s a different man. After all, I only just met him a week ago. But even within these seven days, he’s become someone different. At first, he was just so horny, nothing mattered except the physical.
Bend down.
Turn around.
Pull yourself open.
That was the extent of his words to me, and of course, I obeyed. I understand what my role is at the Billionaires Club, and it’s to keep silent. I’m not an activist, I’m here to make money the best way I know how, and that meant doing as Kane ordered.
But recently, something’s changed. It seems incredible given that most of our conversation in the beginning consisted of squeals and moans, both of us naked and going at it like horny animals, unable to get enough. But sometime during the loving, as we relaxed, ate meals, and showered together, our interactions took on another hue. We talked a little, me revealing my desperate financial situation, and Kane was curiously empathetic, which surprised me. I hadn’t thought a hardened businessman would feel for someone in my situation, that I’d be anything more than a warm body to him.
So the revelation that Kane cared, that he was a real human with emotions, astonished me. We were sitting in the sauna together late one night, both of us wrapped in towels, sated and relaxed when he stunned me once again.
“Um,” I stretched, putting my feet playfully in his lap. “Umm, that feels good.”
The big man merely grunted, massaging my soles.
“Baby you’ve got pretty feet,” he growled. “Even your toes are gorgeous,” he said, dropping a kiss on my sole.
I squealed, pulling my foot away.
“No, don’t, don’t!” I panted laughingly. “That’s gross! Don’t kiss my feet.”
But Kane merely grabbed my ankles and planted a smooch on my calf this time.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled threateningly. “Every bit of you is beautiful Rebecca, you know Daddy loves it all.”
And I flushed because all my inhibitions have gone out the window with the big man. I let him touch me everywhere, kiss me everywhere, lick me everywhere, and places that I’d thought were taboo were now areas of fun, delicious and sensitized, I could hardly wait for his caresses sometimes.
But I was just about to protest again when suddenly the door swung open and a man came in with a woman on each arm, each female clad in nothing but a purple thong. Oh god, that thong. I had a dozen of them as well, they were the “uniform” for Club girls, we wore nothing but a thong and heels most times. But given that I’d been locked in Kane’s room for the past week, my underthings had barely seen any use. I’d been bare as a baby, doing everything in the nude in front of my man, letting it all hang out.
So I gasped, pulling the towel higher over my breasts, making sure everything was covered discreetly.
But the other man didn’t even notice, he was so into the girls on his arm, the giggling, swaying females. Although he did throw a respectful look at my companion, nodding slightly at the alpha male.
“Hey,” our visitor said, leading the nymphs to a corner of the room, their big breasts jouncing and bouncing, hips swaying to and fro. “Yo, we’ll be over here.”
And I gasped because the mist was heavy in the sauna for sure, it was humid and hot to promote relaxation. But even as I squinted into the darkness, the unmistakable sound of a moan rang out, a woman in heat, being touched by a man’s sure hand.
“Kane,” I whispered, taking his hand. “Is it really?”
The big male chuckled deep in his chest, lightly skimming my shoulders with a square finger.
“It absolutely is,” he growled in reply. “Why, does that bother you? It’s how the Club operates, everything is in the open.”
I nodded. The bar had been that way too, there had been men fucking serving girls like it was no big deal while they sipped their drinks leisurely. But it still took some getting used to. Because even though I was technically one of the maids, seeing it in the open stunned me. I’d been sequestered in Kane’s suite these last couple days, safe and private, and to witness the decadence and the depravity of the Club first hand shocked and titillated me simultaneously.
“But,” I stammered, “is anything off limits?” I asked hesitantly. “I mean, who says what’s okay and what’s not?”
Kane shrugged, unconcerned.
“There’s a governing board, there are by-laws, there are rules, all sorts of shit, baby girl,” he drawled. “This place is more professional than you think. Sure, it’s a private club but it’s also a company and trust me, all the I’s have been dotted and T’s crossed. Billionaires make sure of it,” he added. “We have too much on the line.”
I understood. I mean, if I had that much in my bank account, I wouldn’t do anything half-ass either. But still, there were questions.
“But what about these girls?” I asked softly. “Are they okay with it?”
Kane chuckled deeply in his chest.
“What do you think? Do those ladies who came in seem like they’re okay with it?”
I blushed because there was only one answer, given the throaty moans from the other side of the room.
“Well yes,” I whispered, trying not to look in that direction. It was impossible to see, the mist was too heavy, but still, the sounds were arousing, incredibly lusty and loud. Oh god, my pussy tingled just hearing the hard grinding, and Kane looked at me knowingly, a gleam in his eyes. But I continued. “I’m just not sure …,” I stammered.
He quirked a brow at me.
“Not sure of what?” he ground out, gaze heated. “What is it baby?”
I paused once more, biting my lip.
“I mean, whose idea was this all?” I asked, gesturing with one small hand. “Who came up with the idea for the Billionaires Club?”
And the big man’s brow furrowed for a moment.
“It was a bunch of us,” he said smoothly. “A bunch of us got together and created this shindig,” he said, gesturing with a hand.
I nodded, this operation was too big to be the domain of only one man.
“But who came up with the idea initially?” I asked. “How did it come about?”
And Kane was silent for a moment before turning those blue eyes to me, penetrating even in the hazy interior of the sauna.
“It was mine baby girl,” he rumbled. “I got together the initial group of guys who provided the seed money.”
I gaped.
“But why? I mean, you have everything already, why did you decide to put together the Billionaires Club? What does it do that you didn’t already have?”
And he looked pensive for a moment.
“It’s about where I’m from,” he said, that voice smooth yet tense at once. “When you start from nothing like me, I guess you always have something to prove. Nothing’s ever enough.”
I frowned a little.
“But you’ve made it,” I said quietly but emphatically. “You’ve made it, you’re the one on top now, the man that everyone bows to. Why do you need a place like this?”
Kane shrugged again.
“I guess some guys can never get enough, and I’m one of them,” he said darkly. “When I started out, no one would give me the time of day. I don’t know if you know honey, but New York’s got a lot of private clubs, places where you wine and dine your clients, rubbing shoulders with the elites, there’s a tangible feeling of “I made it” once you get inside.”
“You mean like the Four Seasons?” I asked, referring to JFK’s favorite dining spot back in the day. “I’m sorry,” I rushed, embarrassed, “I just don’t know much about the fancy scene in Manhattan, I’m not from that world.”
And the big man’s hand on my back was soothing, stroking in concentric circles.
“Naw, no worries little girl, I like how you’re not from that world. Because I’m not either,” he rumbled slowly. “Not at first at least. But back in the day, I wanted it, I needed to feel like I belonged. So places like the University Club, the Union Club, hell even Tiger 21, I felt like I needed to get myself into these places to prove something. What exactly, I don’t know,” he said softly, with an edge to his voice. “But I was young back then, a whippersnapper with places to go, things to do, and membership was another notch on the bedpost.”
I paused.
“But of course they wanted you,” I said hesitantly, looking at him. “With everything you have to offer, your fortune, your power, your influence, your good looks ….” My voice trailed off and I stopped embarrassed. Oh my god, had those words really come out of my mouth? Oh god, oh god.
But Kane just smiled at me, playing with my curls with one hand.
“So you think I’m good-looking, huh?” he teased in a low growl. “Makes an old man feel good.”
“You’re not old!” I shot back quickly. “You’re young!”
And the alpha threw back his head and laughed, the sound absorbed by the pine walls of the sauna, muffled and discreet.
“Naw baby, I’m forty-five, but it feels good to hear that you think otherwise,” he said, dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “I’m double your age honey, more than double,” he added.
And I flushed. So the billionaire was twenty-seven years older than me. But still, he wasn’t old, I was looking at him right now, clad in nothing but a towel, and there was nothing decrepit or saggy about the man. Kane was all bronzed muscle, broad shoulders and ripped abs, with long, strong legs finishing off the picture.
“You’re not old,” I said again softly but stubbornly, shaking my head. “You’re not.”
And the big man merely laughed again, pulling me to sit in his lap, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“It warms a man’s heart to hear you say that baby,” he growled deep in his chest. “But I’m an old dude compared to you, it just happens that my most important parts work fine,” he added with a wink. Because sure enough, I could feel a hard rod beneath my bottom, a steel shaft beginning to form, ridged and insistent. And I was hungry, oh yeah, but I wanted to know more about the man before our conversation moved to the physical.
“But what was it about these clubs?” I breathed once more, looking into his eyes. “What happened with the clubs?”
Kane’s eyes took a faraway look.
“Well despite the fact that you think highly of me,” he said dryly, “Turns out that they don’t agree. Honey, I applied for membership with a dozen of these places and was turned down by everyone. Every. Single. One. They didn’t want me, didn’t matter that I had billions, didn’t matter that the papers called me “The Whiz Kid of Wall Street.””
I was stunned silent for a moment.
“But why?” I demanded. “Who were they admitting if they weren’t admitting you?”
And he shrugged.
“People who had names. People who were from old money. What I had, they didn’t want, I was just the new guy on the block, one who actually owned the block, sure, but they didn’t give a shit. They were more interested in Davis Lovington III or Willy Hemphill Junior. They weren’t interested in guy like me, someone from nowhere.”
I was silent for a moment.
“But doesn’t everyone start from nowhere at some point?” I asked in a low voice. “I mean, even if your family’s rich now, they started from somewhere, we’re not kings and queens, this is the United States, not Europe.”
And Kane shrugged, eyes still dark.
“Yeah, but I guess memories are short. Here, if you’ve been rich for five generations, that’s “old money” in New York. People forget, honey, or they gloss over their roots, it’s the human way.”
I leaned against that broad frame, relaxing, still nonplussed.
“So you started the Billionaires Club as a result?” I asked. “Because you couldn’t get into these other white shoe places?”
Kane shrugged noncommittally.
“Partly, yeah, but partly also because I wanted a place away from the city, clear on the other side of the country. I wanted a place to get away, a place where the girls were beautiful, naked, and willing, a place where shit like this is legal. So Nevada made sense, and I had a couple friends in the same boat. We banded together, and that’s how the Club came to be.”
I was silent for a moment.
“I’m sorry Kane,” I said softly. “I didn’t know that NYC was so bizarre and weird.”
He laughed and shot me another grin.
“Don’t be sorry. Manhattan is absolutely a bizarre and weird island, loopy and insane. But it’s awesome as well, don’t get me wrong, little girl, I love it there. What you’re hearing are the insecurities of a young man, the way I was in my twenties. Now, two decades later, I’m a lot more sure of myself. Those clubs? You can bet they’ve all tried to get me to join,” he added with a wolfish grin.
“And did you? Or did you decide not to?” I asked playfully. “I hope you said no.”
He shrugged.
“I said no to some, yes to others. University Club has the best library, and I wanted to get a look at that place before building one here. So I joined just for that purpose,” he said with a wink.
I gasped.
“But isn’t membership expensive?” I asked, disbelieving. “You joined just to get a look at their library?”
He nodded with a sly grin.
“I’m not gonna confirm exactly how much membership is, baby girl, but let’s just say the five-figure range. Besides, it was worth it. I scoped out that library, got the blueprints, and now our library here is a million times better. It’s got more books, better books, rare books, a dozen librarians, and fancier facilities,” he drawled. “Everything’s better, hands down.”
I paused again then, just thinking. Who was this man who’d been dissed in his youth? Who’d wanted to belong so badly, that when he was turned down, he turned around and built his own place? It spoke of insecurity, yes, but also of tenaciousness and tenacity. Because it takes a lot or grit to start your own thing, a lot of emotion, will, and drive, not to mention money. And Kane had done it. He’d made it happen, something had sprung out of nothing because he’d willed it into existence.
So I bit my lip again. The revelations about the big man were astonishing and incredible, but they also made me a little nervous. This was no weak foe. Kane was a man to be reckoned with, mountains moved because he said, and I was nothing more than a poor teenage girl. I was nothing more than an impoverished church mouse, retained for two weeks to serve his every whim. And even though he was paying me generously, still, I was the help, here to do his bidding.
So nodding slowly, I wound my arms around his neck. I had a job and this conversation only reminded me how much was at stake. Kane was an important man, he paid my salary and could make all sorts of things happen, and I couldn’t afford to mess it up. So I threw myself into it, doing my best.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “Are you ready for round two? All those noises across the way have been making me horny.”
Because the trio on the other side were still going at it, breathy pants and gasps now interspersed with loud slapping sounds, the unmistakable rhythm of dick punishing wet cunt.
“Are you ready?” I asked again, licking his lips. “I know I am.” And with that I let my towel drop and sat in his lap completely nude, big boobies rubbing against his chest. “I want it Daddy, give it to me.”
Kane groaned deep in his throat.
“I know you do baby, I know you do,” he growled. “That’s why you’re so perfect, my dirty little girl. But tell me honey, what did all this mean to you? Do you think less of me? Do you think I’m a wannabe loser, building this place because I couldn’t get into others?”
And I paused for a moment.
“No Kane,” I said slowly. “I don’t think you’re a loser at all. I think you’re a man who makes things happen, and when you wanted something, it was going to happen no matter what. Even if you had to build this place brick by brick with your own hands, creating your own empire.”
And that was absolutely the right answer because the big man growled deep in his chest, seizing my face between those big palms.
“Shit baby, you’re so good to me,” he said, eyes blazing with heat. “Shit, you’re so fucking sweet.”
And with that, we were on. The trio on the other side of the room had nothing on us, Kane and I went at it so fast and so hard. His towel was off in a sec, and sure enough, that huge snake sprang up between our bodies, the tip brushing the bottoms of my breasts, leaving a trail of pre-cum on the soft flesh.
“I have to taste,” he ground out. And with one swift movement, his head was between my tits, licking his own cum, savoring the white flesh as he licked his creamy bubbly off my sweet flesh.
“Ohh,” I moaned, tilting my head back. “Oh, I need some too Daddy.”
And Kane grunted deep in his chest because he knew exactly what I was asking. I wanted a taste of his cum too, begging for a share, and the big man was only too happy to oblige.
“Here honey,” he rasped, pointing his dick at my nipple just as a tiny spurt of sperm erupted, coating the pink in glistening goo. “Here’s some for you.”
And with one big palm, he lifted my tit so that it balanced between us, the succulent white flesh glossy with male lust. And with a moan and a sigh, I was on it. I kissed and licked my breasts, scooping up his jism with my tongue, desperate to get it into me.
“Unnh,” I moaned, wriggling my hips in his lap, trying to get as close as possible. The pressure in my cunt was unbelievable and I needed the release that only the big man could provide, my clit throbbing as I ground against his balls, the tops of his thighs already drenched with my pussy nectar. “Unnh,” I moaned again.
And we both licked and suckled at my breasts, tasting the coat of semen trailing my glossy flesh, savoring the unique salty-sweet flavor. But this time, I wanted to do something new. Oh yeah, this felt amazing, and one big hand had already trailed between our bodies, grazing my slick folds, niggling my nub as I squealed on top of him, gushing even more. But I had one more gift to give and I wanted Kane to have it.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “I gave you my pussy cherry, but I want you to take my ass cherry now.”
Kane went completely still, big body vibrating with energy.
“Honey are you sure?” he growled, eyes blazing, looking deep into my soul. “Your ass is small baby, it’s dry and tight, it’ll be a tough fit for Daddy’s big cock.”
I moaned again, thrashing against him, desperate to feel that hardness in my back hole.
“I know Daddy, I know, but I want you to have it,” I whispered. “I want to try, I know you’ll make me feel good.”
Kane rumbled throatily deep in his chest. “Sweetheart,” he rasped. “I’ll make you feel abso-fucking-lutely amazing, that little bottom will never be the same again.”
And with that, he seized my lips in another deep kiss, one that made me melt with desire, with lust, with pent-up emotion for this big man. Because Kane had revealed himself, he wasn’t a perfect god standing at the top of Mount Olympus. He was a man, a gorgeous one, intelligent, smart, powerful, and rich as Midas, but he had his own insecurities, his own hang-ups. And by revealing himself to me, I felt that much closer, like I’d seen a private part of him that he generally kept locked up, he’d opened a part of his heart for me to see and it was a treasure that I held in my hands, so precious and dear.
So I moaned throatily against his mouth, imbuing the kiss with everything I felt, my capitulation complete, my absolute surrender to the man. I adored this alpha male, everything about him, the highs and the lows, the strong and the soft, all wrapped up in one gorgeous package. I needed him, and I was only too happy to give him my everything, and it was time to let him know.
“Now Daddy, now,” I panted, rubbing my pussy against his thighs, even bouncing up and down a bit, making my tits jounce temptingly. “Now.”
Kane growled once more in his chest.
“My baby’s a demanding one, isn’t she?” he rumbled, eyes hot. “But baby gets what she wants.”
And with that he flipped me over so that I was on my hands and knees, perched on the hard wood of the sauna bench.
“Wha?” I moaned. “Oh god!”
Because Kane was in back of me, and had pulled apart my ass cheeks to take a look at what was there. And I knew what he was seeing. My perfect pink parentheses, the lips engorged and throbbing, dripping with lust. I could literally feel the hot slide of pussy nectar down my thigh, I was leaking heavily, I wanted this man so bad. But instead of going right for my cunt, the big man dipped his head and stroked my brown pucker with his tongue, running wetly along my most precious place.
“Ohhh!” I moaned. “Oh my god!”
Because the pleats contracted instinctively on their own, tightening at the first touch of a man. It was so wrong, so illicit, Kane licking my taboo spot, giving me the good once over. But he wasn’t stopping.
“Every part of you tastes good, remember baby girl?” he growled into my butt. “Especially this part of you, Daddy adores this part of you.” And he bent to lick my anus again, trailing his tongue in circles around the brown hole, savoring my musky ass taste.
“Shit, everything about you is amazing,” he rasped. “Every. Single. Fucking. Part of you.”
And the affirmation made my cunt loosen even more, juices flowing wildly. I felt so loved, so adored, my ass up in the air as it was worshiped by this man, as he thrust his tongue into my most secret spot, burrowing deep into my dark star. Oh god, it felt so good, that warm muscle questing up my backside, stroking the interior of my rectum, trailing in that musky channel. And bracing my shoulders on the bench, I gave it my all, showing him how much I adored him. Reaching back with two hands, I grabbed a butt cheek in each and pulled myself open, giving him better access, gifting him everything.
“Fuck me back here Daddy,” I begged, moaning with my eyes squeezed shut on the bench. “Put your dick in.”
And Kane rumbled in back of me, his words incoherent. Opening my eyes for an instant, I caught a glimpse of huge, hard cock ready, the tip dripping with lust, desperate to be in my back hole. But he groaned again, muttering.
“Baby, if I don’t stretch out this ass first, it’s gonna hurt bad, you’ll be limping around for days.”
But I wanted it, I was desperate, so I merely mewled again, pulling my cheeks apart even wider.
“I can do it,” I panted, “I’m young, my butt can fit it.”
A bit of jizz erupted then, coating the backs of my thighs, my words were so filthy and nasty, I was a cum whore come to life. But Kane is an experienced man, and he knew a nubile, desperate slut when he saw one.
“Naw baby,” he growled again. “As much as I’d love to ream this hole hard, honey you’ll be better off if I play with your ass first. Come on baby, loosen for Daddy.”
And with that, one big finger began to trace my pleats, running lightly over the pucker glistening with saliva.
“Mmph!” I moaned, wriggling my hips a little, pushing back as if I could draw the finger into myself. “Mmph!”
And Kane chuckled deeply.
“What a little cum slut, you want Daddy’s finger in your butt, don’t you?” he asked. “You want it don’t you?”
But without waiting another moment, slowly that digit began its penetration. I moaned, breathing heavily, pressing my cheek into the wooden bench. Oh fuck, it felt good, it felt so amazing, that thick finger making its way up my back canal, touching me where I’ve never been touched before.
“Unnnh,” I moaned, my insides stretched by the invasion.
And Kane chuckled throatily before spitting a bit, letting the saliva drop where our bodies touched.
“That’s it,” he ground out. “A little lube goes a long ways.”
With that, he edged his finger forward again, my sphincter releasing and letting him bury himself deep.
“Unnh!” I cried out, eyes flying open. “Unnh, unnh!”
Kane merely growled darkly behind me.
“You like that, don’t you baby? You like having Daddy’s finger buried in your behind, don’t you, my little butt slut?”
And I moaned again, holding still yet trembling furiously like a rabbit. Because I did love it. It felt so good to be completely nude, holding my ass cheeks open as Kane slid his digit into my behind. This much older man did things to me that I couldn’t have imagined even a week ago. It felt so wrong, and yet so deliciously right, and all I wanted was more, more, more.
“Yes Daddy,” I panted. “Put it in, put it in.”
And slowly, he wriggled his finger, stirring it between my ass cheeks, even scissoring a bit, stretching out my anal walls.
“I will baby,” he soothed. “I will.”
And with one swift motion, he pulled his finger out before taking his massive shaft in his hand, rubbing the length up and down my pussy lips. But this surprised me. I wanted it in me, not stroking against my labia, however good it felt.
“Unnh!” I cried out, surprised. “In my butt Daddy, into my butt!” I mewled, wiggling my hips, trying to edge him into the right hole.
But Daddy merely gripped my hips and continued dragging that thick length between my engorged labia.
“I know baby, but Daddy’s gotta get wet first, and baby’s cunt is the best way to get it wet. A little cunt nectar goes a long way, oh yeah, that’s right. Look honey, Daddy’s fuckrod is coated in your female juice now, it’s ready for some back action.”
Because I’d been leaking between my legs like a faucet, and sure enough, when he pulled his dick away, it was completely shiny and wet, my pussy cream smeared all over his fuckshaft.
“Unnnh Daddy,” I moaned. “Now, now, I need it now.”
And with a deep chuckle, Kane lined his penis up with my back hole.
“Breathe in deep, honey, breathe in deep as Daddy takes you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh god, his dick was so big, ten inches and stiff as an iron rod, as wide around as my wrist. And I was gonna take it into my ass? But the thing is that Kane was right. I am a butt slut and I wanted a taste, I wanted to be impaled on that hardness, to feel his ownership in every hole I had, front and back.
So closing my eyes in concentration, I inhaled slowly through my nose, trying to relax despite the fact that heat pounded in my pussy, my boobs heavy and sensitive, every nerve on fire. Willing my body to loosen, I mentally relaxed the muscles in my behind, anus going soft.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Kane grunted appreciatively, edging forward with that hard rod. “That’s it,” he soothed, “that’s it.”
And with that, his fuckrod made its first entrance, sliding in about half an inch.
“Unnnh!” I cried out, feeling like something huge, something insanely giant had just wormed itself up my backside. “Unnh!”
“That’s right,” Kane chuckled grimly behind me. “Just half an inch in, still nine and a half to go. Hold tight baby.”
And my head dropped between my shoulders, lolling wildly, desperate with lust and overcome with disbelief. Because I still had nine and a half inches to go? At this very moment, it felt like a baseball bat was up my ass, a huge shaft that could churn my insides, making me go crazy.
But Kane knows how to work it, he knows how to pop an anal cherry, and the trick is not to stop. Don’t let her get a chance to think, to back off and get scared. So increasing the pressure in his hips, the big man kept pushing. And sure enough, that massive dick slid up my rectum even more, owning me, possessing, absolutely searing my behind, and with a sudden pop and thrust, my sphincter gave way and the full ten inches was in, balls slapping against my clit.
“Ahhh!” I shrieked, lifting my head, impaled on the huge fuckshaft. “Ahhh!” Oh my god, my ass had never felt better. I was literally lifted in the air, he was so big, skewered like a pig on a stick, cunt pounding wildly as I dripped from between my legs. Oh my god, oh my god.
And Kane merely grunted behind me, holding my hips tight, making sure I couldn’t buck off that huge dick.
“That’s right, baby’s ass is so fucked, Daddy’s all the way in,” he ground out. “And now Daddy’s gonna take, Daddy’s gonna fucking take.”
And with that he withdrew slowly, my moan rising in the air lustily as his dick rubbed against my rectal walls, the friction so good, before pushing back in.
“Unnh!” I moaned, so overwhelmed by this man and yet loving it. “Yes, Daddy, yes,” I panted.
And with that, the ass fucking began in earnest. He took me in back, gentle at first but then with a slow, steady pound, letting me savor every inch of dick back there, letting me taste every centimeter of that hard man meat. And I loved it. It was dirty beyond my wildest dreams, beyond my naughtiest nightmares, having Kane the billionaire deep in my ass, my anus clenching with every stroke, desperate to get him back in after every withdrawal.
So I bucked wildly, eating up his dick with my anus, showing the big man how much I loved it by pulling my back cheeks open and moaning with lust. And it was exciting for him too because after a couple minutes of fucking, some hard core drill, Kane started to growl.
“Fuck baby, gonna come, I’m gonna come, your butt is so fucking tight.”
And with an agonized roar, his chest and abs hard, hands gripping my hips, the big man spurted deep up my anal chamber, his jizz painting my GI tract.
“Aw FUCK!” he grunted. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
I shrieked beneath him, my body coming apart in pieces.
“Unnnh!” I moaned breathily, holding still as my body was flushed with sperm. “Unnh!” Because it felt so good, the pulsing between my legs, the spasms of the dick within, jetting hot splash after hot splash of man milk into my insides.
But Kane hadn’t forgotten me. Despite the orgasm ripping through his frame, he wanted me to come too, and with one big hand, he reached around and pulled at a tight nipple, making it pop, while his other hand crept to my pussy and stroked my hard nub, rubbing right along the bottom of my clit, my most sensitive spot.
And it worked. Kane knows me so well now after days of non-stop sex that he knows exactly how to push my buttons, how to make me shatter with just a slight touch. And my body absolutely fragmented then. Electrical bolts shot through my pussy, making me scream, tingles running non-stop through my limbs. And my cunt pulsed, vaginal muscles contracting like mad as my ass joined the symphony.
“Ahhh!” I screamed wildly as our flesh slapped together. “Yes, Daddy!”
Because my anus began to clench too, the tight ring giving it up, clamping again and again around the big man’s pole, milking him of his desire. And Kane loved it, that big body went hard behind me, grunting as my butt massaged his fuckshaft, draining him of all the semen he had to give.
And it was so mind-blowing, so incredibly insane that I collapsed then, my arms and legs literally gave out and I slammed down hard onto the wood of the sauna bench, dazed, my ass and pussy still contracting, still madly beating with lust.
“Unnnh,” I moaned heavily. Good thing I’ve got lots of flesh because it acted like a cushion of sorts, absorbing the impact.
And Kane grunted hard above me, his dick still embedded in my butt.
“You okay baby girl?” he rasped. “You okay?”
I just moaned again. I was more than okay, I was flying high, soaring close to the sun, ready to pass out and be done with it. But consciousness stayed with me because I wanted to savor the aftermath with the big man, to enjoy his company as our bodies were locked tight, as the evidence of his male lust dripped from my secret space. So I merely moaned again, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“That was amazing Daddy,” I panted. “Really amazing.”
And slowly, the big man began to smile.
“Yeah, right?” he growled. “Shit baby, you had me worried there for a sec. I rode you so hard I was afraid I broke this little filly.”
But I just smiled sweetly at him once more.
“No Daddy, I’m young, I can take it,” I whispered breathily. “I’m really flexible. You didn’t break me.”
And Kane groaned deep in his throat, blue eyes so dark and hot they resembled coal embers.
“That’s good baby, because we’re not done yet here,” he growled. And slowly, he pulled his dick from my ass, the slide making me moan once again, bottom wriggling involuntarily at the sweet slide. Oh god, it felt so good, and once he was out, my body felt curiously empty, like something important was missing.
“Mmm, Daddy?” I mewled, eyes opening slightly, unsure what came next.
But Kane didn’t hesitate for an instant. In a flash, that hard fuckrod was pushed into my pussy, the soft flesh giving way, the ownership so intense, so absolute that my eyes flew open with shock. But it was so right too. Everything was right, servicing him with both my holes, letting him take me every which way. And oh god, but my cunt began juicing once more, dripping with female lust, lubricating what I wanted so bad.
“I see you like it, baby girl,” Kane rumbled knowingly behind me, groaning as my pussy squelched around him, welcoming the deep, hard thrusts. “You really are Daddy’s perfect cum receptacle.”
And I turned my face into the bench and moaned once more, shaking sensuously, body loose, flying free, loving the slick slide, the deep invasion of my interior. Because I loved him. I loved being with the alpha male, talking with him, doing the nasty with him, and this was only proof of how good it was between us, how far I was willing to go, following Kane’s lead the whole way. In short, I belonged to the billionaire, every inch of me, every part of my heart … and I would take whatever he offered, even if it hurt.