Kim
I drag my bags up the stairs and, by the time I get to the top, I’m already breathing hard. Usually my stepfather would have a few helping hands around, but I completely forgot to warn him and my mother that I was leaving for the Hamptons.
I had planned to call them on the bus ride here, but then this guy sat next to me. Tall and tanned, his biceps bulged from under his shirt and I got right to work trying to picture the size of his cock. And he had a sweet cologne on him as well… I almost pretended I was dozing off so that I could let my head fall against his shoulder.
I know, I know. I really need to get laid. I think I’m going to lose my marbles if that doesn’t happen soon enough. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m not one of these desperate girls; I’m just busy most of the time, no time left to enjoy myself.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I place the key on its slit and turn it. I push the two grand doors open, and then take a deep breath. The whole place is silent and my heels click across the marble floor as I step inside the monstrously huge living room. I open the large windows and the entrance that leads to the swimming pool in the backyard, allowing a soft breeze and daylight inside the house, and then I jump on the couch and lie back.
I’m not used to the house being so empty. I usually come here with my mother when she wants to escape the suffocating New York hustle and bustle, so I’ve never been all by myself in here. Still, it’s a good thing, right? I can relax, enjoy myself, and that guy from Stone Rose might even show up… I sure as hell need to get laid. If I keep up like this, rust will start growing between my thighs.
God knows I need some time off from work too; since I’ve started working under Mayor Michael Anders, I barely have any time left to breath, let alone for men. Sure, graduating top of the class and getting an important job straight out of college is all fine and dandy, but being an ambitious girl isn’t easy.
Already at the Hamptons, can’t wait to see you! I type into my cellphone, and then fire off the message to Alicia. She’s probably too busy right now to hang out with me, organizing a wedding like hers can't be easy, even though she has three wedding planners working for her around the clock. I guess that getting married to a billionaire means that a small ceremony just for family and close friends is out of the equation.
A billionaire, can you imagine it? That stuff is like something straight out of a book… Maybe something from Alexis Angel. I wish I was in one of her books; at least I’d get laid. Which reminds me...
I pull up Facebook in my cellphone, and go straight to the group. Swear to God, joining this group was the best thing I did in months. It takes the edge off my loneliness, you know? I just scroll down and down, taking in all that man candy, and soon enough my real life troubles just seem small and unimportant.
Which is what’s happening right now. I soak in all the pictures of the sexiest men the world has ever known, and I realize that I’m holding my breath. My pussy is dripping, and I know I’ll have to take a shower after this. Just to cool off, you know? But first…
I lay back on the couch and, holding the phone in one hand, I start sliding the other one down my chest. My fingers start going over the front of my short skirt when I stop; should I be doing this in the living room? What if anyone shows up? Screw it, I think as I hike my skirt up and place my hand right between my thighs. My mother and Joseph are still in New York busy with work, and my idiot stepbrother is probably in some seedy Manhattan nightclub banging his way through a crowd of women. Well, at least someone’s getting laid in this family.
Cody… You know, if he wasn’t my stepbrother—and, really, a complete asshole—I’d actually love to get to know him better. And by that I mean I’d like to see what he’s hiding under his pants. If the rumors are true, Cody’s a freak of nature. And that’s what I need right now—a man with a monstrous cock and enough appetite to take me to the moon and back.
I press my hand over my pussy, flicking my thong to the side, and Cody’s image seems to dance in my mind. I’ve only seen him once, at my mother’s wedding, but he was really something to behold. I wonder what it’d be like to—okay, I need to stop right now. He’s my stepbrother!
I make an effort to push Cody out of my mind and then I start rubbing my clit. I squirm and chomp on my lower lip as a ball of pleasure starts growing inside of me, and I being going faster and faster. My eyes are glued to the screen of my cell phone and I keep scrolling down with my thumb, imagining how it’d be like to be taken by a big, strong man. To be fucked over and over again until I just pass out from exhaustion.
I let the cell phone slip from my fingers to the floor and I close my eyes, arching my back as I slide one finger deep inside my pussy. I’m close, so close… In my mind’s eye there’s a fat cock deep inside of me right now, and it’s sliding in and out so fast that I can’t even think straight.
“Uhgg,” I groan as my pussy clenches around my finger, a wave of pleasure crashing against me. My back is arched tight, and I’m hissing through my gritted teeth, riding the crest of a delicious orgasm.
I finally collapse back down on the couch, breathing hard, and that’s when I hear him.
“Well, hello there, ‘sis,” Cody says, leaning against the door. His sunglasses are down on his nose, and he’s looking at me over their rim, a grin on his lips.
Fuck.