Chapter 8

Kendra

His dick was even bigger than I remembered it being. When I first saw that dildo the previous night, I’d worried that I wouldn’t be able to fit it in my mouth. That fear was a thing of the past, considering the throbbing beast in front of me.

On my knees and leaning over the gear shifter, I filled my mouth with his thick, pulsing cock the best I could. It was huge in size, and my jaw creaked as I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Every time I pushed it further down my throat, I struggled to suppress my gag reflex. It was a challenge, but I wanted this intimate reunion to be special.

My hand gripped the base of his thick shaft and squeezed it firmly. I ran my mouth over the tip of him. His cock pulsated in my mouth, like I could feel his heart beat through it. Every time the tip of my tongue ran over his head, his whole body shook from the feeling.

His breathing quickened, turning me on something fierce. To think I’d been imagining this happening earlier in the day. That felt like a lifetime ago. Although the frustrated ache between my legs was back in full force, urging me on.

I opened my throat to swallow his head, sucking the whole thing like a lollipop. Only this was so much better than a chocolate dildo. This was the real thing, and it tasted even sweeter. I pulled my head back and licked my hand slowly. Then I wrapped it back around his shaft, working my hand back and forth. His body tightened with every stroke. I plunged his thick head between my lips while my hand caressed him. He was more than big enough for me to do both.

The night had turned crazy, quickly. This was so unlike me. I’d never really done anything like this before, so spontaneously and out of left field. But Grant was just so damn sexy, and for some reason, I wanted nothing more than to please him. His body tensed up and his hand gripped itself around my head. I knew he was close. I prepared myself to take his load.

Warm, sticky come erupted from the end of his cock. I kept my mouth wrapped around his head, milking pleasure from him. Even when he finished, I kept myself there, making sure to suck every last drop out of him. I pulled myself away from him and tucked his cock back into his pants. I was sure this was one blowjob Grant would never forget.

I had never felt more confident.

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My initial fear was that after giving him head on the drive, he would change direction and take me back to my apartment. It wouldn’t be the first time a man had changed his mind once he had shot his load. And considering it was Grant, I would not have been surprised. Once I finished and was back in my seat, not a word was spoken. Grant remained silent as he drove, navigating through the dark streets with a steely determination.

It was only when we pulled in front of a very expensive looking apartment building that I was sure he was taking me back to his place. Obviously, he wasn’t done with me.

We took the elevator to the top floor, where Grant’s penthouse was. The inside of his place was divine. I had never in my life dreamed that I’d ever step foot in such a lavish home. It was one of those apartments that you only saw in the movies, or on the front cover of designer magazines.

The entire back wall was made of glass, giving the apartment a view over the New York skyline. The furniture was modern, and the layout was open, yet welcoming. At first, I assumed it to be a one-story apartment, but as I entered, I noticed a winding staircase that led to an open loft, containing the master bedroom. That alone was bigger than my entire apartment. That wasn’t including the kitchen, the balcony, or the hot tub.

“You like it?” he asked.

“It’s incredible.”

“You should see the bedroom.”

It wasn’t really a request, but a demand. I was more than happy to take it. I remembered that joke he made about me being on the clock, how he was still my boss. I chose to act accordingly.

He followed me up the stairs, directing me into his room. The moment we were inside, he stopped me. I started to turn around and face him, only for him to stop me. He pressed his body up against mine from behind. His warm breath tickled the back of my neck. Goose bumps pebbled my flesh.

“Honestly,” he whispered into my ear, nibbling it as he did. “Every inch of you is sexy.”

He kissed the back of my neck, and his hands made their way to the clasp of my dress. Then, without asking permission, he unzipped it. I savored the release of my body from the tight dress, enjoying the cool air whipping at my naked skin as the dress fell in a clump at my feet.

Still behind me, Grant ran his hands down my back, just the tips of his fingers on my skin. The barest touch. When he reached my ass, though, he gripped both cheeks in his strong hands and squeezed as hard as he could. He let out a low groan as he did, pushing his body up against mine.

“Your curves. God damn.” His voice was a faint whisper in my ear.

Again, I went to turn around, only for him to stop me. He kissed the back of my neck, and his hands worked their way around my front, cupping my breasts in his hands. I thought back to earlier in the day when I thought about how much he would love them. And as he kneaded them in his hands and pinched my nipples, I knew that he did.

I tried to turn around for a third time, only for him to stop me again. This time, however, he pushed me forward until my knees hit the bed. “Get in,” he commanded. And I did.

I crawled forward on the bed, my ass sticking up in the air. Any amount of self-consciousness I may have felt evaporated when he sucked in a long breath of air, like he enjoyed the sight of me. His hands trailed over my ass, massaging my flesh delightfully.

I felt a sudden punch, and I yelped in surprise. I glanced over my shoulder to see that he had bitten my left cheek. Then he did it again, eliciting another sound from me. This time, it was a moan of pleasure. Then he leaned back and spanked my ass hard. I shrieked, but it tapered off into a groan of ecstasy, as I realized how much I actually enjoyed it.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

“Harder,” I responded. I buried my face in the bed, readying myself for the slap. Grant’s hand smacked my ass even harder. I bit into the bed sheets to muffle my cry. My flesh stung where he’d hit me, but it tingled with warmth, too. It was a heady mix of pain and pleasure I never knew I liked. I waited for Grant to spank me again, but he didn’t.

I wasn’t sure what he was doing behind me, but then I felt it. His tongue slipped itself between my lips, licking me inside until it found my clit. His nose was buried deep in my ass, and I could feel him breathing me in as he licked my dripping wet lips. All the while, his hands squeezed down on my ass, digging his nails in.

As he worked my clit with his tongue, my body began to respond. A warm shiver worked its way up my legs and through my body. My knees shook, and my breath came in ragged pants. I could feel myself about to explode. And then he stopped. But not for long.

He kept one hand on my back, ensuring that I didn’t turn around. I heard his pants unzip. I knew what was coming and braced myself, not knowing if I was ready, but knowing I wanted him so badly I didn’t give a damn.

My whole body clenched in anticipation. A dull, emptiness throbbed inside me, desperate to be filled. We’d never gone all the way in high school. We’d done plenty of other stuff, but not that. Now, after more than ten years apart, we were about to take that final step.

A second later, I felt the thick head of his cock press against my aching entrance. His girth probed into me, parting my lips in a way I’d never experienced before. I arched my back and spread my legs more. He drove himself forward, entering me.

It was like nothing I had ever felt. So thick. So hard. So long. I swallowed him whole, too, willingly opening myself as he pushed himself forward. My lips sucked around his shaft, letting him slide in as deep as he could go. Then he pulled back all the way, only to drive himself forward again.

“Holy shit!” I moaned as he punished me. Back and forth he moved. Back and forth. Back and forth. Each time he entered me, it was like the first time. When he slammed into me, my knees buckled and he knocked the breath from my lungs.

His hand went back and slapped my ass. I screamed, so he did it again. He ground into me, increasing his speed. As he did, his grip on my hips tightened, and his movements became jerkier. I knew was what coming.

“I want it inside of me,” I said through a mouthful of bed sheet.

“You want whatever I’m going to give you,” he replied, pumping harder and faster.

Harder. Faster. I gripped both sides of the bed. I arched backward and tilted my head back. He exploded inside of me. Warm, sticky come filled me. I could feel it erupting from him as his body seized up and he gripped me even harder. I could feel it dripping down my thighs.

And then it was over. The moment he came, he fell backward, releasing me. He then stumbled toward his bathroom without saying a word.

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After we were finished and as we laid in his bed, I felt nothing but confusion. My confidence soared higher than ever. All night, he told me how much he loved my body and my curves. Then, he proved it. I had never had a man appreciate my hips and butt the way that he had, and it left me feeling sexier than I ever had.

But on the other hand, I also felt dirty. The sex was purely one-sided in nature. He didn’t fuck me to get me off, but to get himself off. I was a hole for him to shove himself in. If for one moment, I thought otherwise, he quickly dispelled that illusion with how he treated me.

As a result, I had no idea what to think or how to feel about what just happened.

And then, as if to add insult to injury, he rolled over and spoke to me for the first time since he came. “Just so you know, the overtime will show up on your next paycheck.”

Was he joking? Was he trying to be funny? I was left bewildered. Even more so by the fact that he chose that moment to roll over and go to sleep. I was glad that he was sleeping actually. If he were awake, he would have noticed how upset I was.

I didn’t want him to have that power over me, too.