And I burst anew, on fire for this man, every part of me dedicated to him. Because I was his, I was absolutely his, the hurricane that started three days ago had blown me away so that I spiraled in the clouds, floating, soaring, with nothing but Donovan on my mind and in my body.
"Yes, Daddy!" I screamed, throwing my head back, giving him my all. "Yes Daddy!"
And with that, I collapsed into his arms, ass squelching down onto the pulsing joystick. With a flick of his wrist, the big man shut off the machine before slowly lifting me off, a wet sucking ringing in our ears. Oh god, it was so dirty yet so delicious, every part of me so fucked and trembling with pleasure, ecstasy still washing over my curves in waves.
But I turned to Donovan as he set me on the floor. Because Donovan was still hard, achingly stiff with his fuckshaft dripping to the floor.
"Daddy," I whispered, looking at that fuckrod. "You didn't come? You want baby to suck it? Or put it in me?"
And in a flash, I rolled back onto my butt, spreading my legs and showing him both holes again, the pink gleaming, ripples of ecstasy still running visibly through my private parts.
"You want Daddy?" I cooed, prying my butt wide, letting him look up my ass.
But the big man never fails to surprise because with a hungry growl, Donovan fisted his shaft again, shiny and wet.
"Naw baby girl, thank you for offering but Daddy has something else in mind."
And with one swift move, the alpha swung himself onto the washing machine so that he was crouched where I'd been just moments before.
"Daddy?" I asked, stupefied. What was going on? Why was Donovan on the white toy? But my eyes grew wide and mouth dropped open because oh fuck, it really was happening. With a low, throaty groan, abs and chest tight, the big man began lowering himself onto the used dildo. Oh shit, oh shit, I watched stupefied as the billionaire fucked himself onto a massive black toy, anus spreading to accept that relentless length, and oh shit, but it was so disgusting. Because the rubber was completely coated in a mixture of my ass sweat and pussy juice, rancid and yet such a turn on.
I gasped.
"Daddy, no!" I squealed, eyes wide yet pussy gushing.
But Donovan shot me a harsh look.
"Fuck you," he ground out. "Fuck me," he grunted again, pushing his ass down further, forcing his hole to open, mouth opening slightly as the rubber dick slid up his rectum. "Awww fuck."
And with that, I could only do as he asked. Scrambling to my feet, I reached behind the big man and pressed start on the machine. With a rumble and a creak, the whole thing began churning loudly, the dildo doing its business in my man's back hole, stretching him, making him gasp with pleasure, big hands gripping the edges of the machine as his butt got stirred.
"Unnh," he grunted. "Unnh, unnh."
And the sight was so delicious, so fucking unbelievable yet titillating, that I joined in the show. Ducking my head, I reached for that big dong with a small hand before sucking it into my mouth.
"Mmph, mmph," I moaned, loving the taste of pre-cum, letting it slide down my throat like the sweetest nectar. "Ummm."
God, it was so wrong, my lover drilled in the ass as I sucked his hard cock. And after a few short minutes, Donovan was done for. With a growl crescendoing into a massive roar, the big man's knuckles grew white on the ledge as that hard body trembled, and he erupted like a geyser into my throat. Blast after hot blast of sticky semen coated my insides, dripping down my esophagus like the tastiest cocktail.
"Mmmph!" I shrieked, slurping it all down. "Mmm!"
Because I've never really tasted man milk before. Sure, I'd let Donovan finger my pussy, I'd even let him put it in, but never had I had his cum in my mouth, and oh god, but it was the most delectable drink. Hot, salty and yet sweet, I gulped and gulped, swallowing the bubbly like the horniest slut on earth, desperate for more.
And my billionaire didn't let me down. Balls high and tight, he pulsed again and again, pushing his dick in even further, almost choking me, forcing my throat to expand.
"That's it," he panted. "Drink it all little cumslut."
And I moaned lustily, lips pursed tight. Because oh god, there was so much and I didn't want to spill. I didn't want to let even a drop get away, the semen belonged in my body, either in my pussy, ass or mouth, and nowhere else. So I slurped hungrily, swallowing as fast as I could, but it was no good. Donovan's a virile male and it spilled out from where my lips pursed around his cock, trailing down my chin and hitting my stomach.
But I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cum in my puss. It feels so good in my folds, it feels so amazing rubbed all over my clit that I gave up, and leaned back, letting him spurt all over my body.
"Shit," the alpha ground out, blue eyes blazing as he creamed all over me. "Fuck this shit."
I moaned throatily, watching hungrily as white rivulets ran down my breasts, coating my stomach and pussy with goop. But I wanted to make sure it got into me, so with a sly hand, I reached down between my folds and pushed it into my hole, enjoying the hot slide, accepting man milk in my private parts.
"Yeah Daddy," I cooed, shaking my breasts at him as he crouched on top of the machine. "Just like this."
And Donovan groaned, eyes squeezed tight as his dick dripped its last drops. Because oh yeah. I loved the feel of his hot cum in my cunt, it didn't matter if I was a slut. Because I was a whore with the man I adored, I'd give anything to him, I'd let him fuck my butt, fuck my mouth, fuck any part of me he wanted, so long as he took me to heaven. And Donovan would never let me down, he was my Daddy and Daddies take care of their little girls. So with another sigh and coy look, I spread my legs even further so that my hole gaped open and scooped another handful of sperm from my breast before pushing it into my pussy.
"Mmm," I cooed. "I love you Daddy, I love this."
Donovan's eyes flared at the words, dark streaks across his cheeks, that chiseled male body still poised on the washing machine as he stared at me. But he didn't reply. He didn't say "I love you baby girl" or even "ditto." The billionaire just drank me up, gaze eating up every inch of my hot curves, my wet, soft folds all for him.
And I guess that's what the problem is. Because I would go to the ends of the earth for this man, I would sacrifice my everything, my life, my heart, and my soul. But would Donovan do the same for me? If asked, would he put himself on the line, make himself vulnerable?
After all, the billionaire had been looking for an anonymous fuck only, and maybe that's all he wanted, hard stop. Even though he'd brought me to the private play space of the Billionaires Club, maybe there was no future for us, and I was merely his plaything, his cum slut, and nothing else. Could I live with that? Could Rachel Smith, a good girl who's never done anything scandalous, live with being nothing but the fuck doll of an alpha male? And for how long?
The thoughts churned in the back of my mind, but I couldn't think about it right now. Because I'd never felt so good, had such an amazing out of body experience, and all I wanted to do was to go at it again … as soon as possible with the alpha as my lover, my guide, my playmate, my everything.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donovan
I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with the girl. On the one hand, what I'm doing with Rachel right now is totally clear. The brunette's moved into my quarters at the Club and I'm fucking that slutty pussy 24/7 non-stop, every position, every which way, not to mention that tiny ass. Oh yeah, that's getting drilled too and the girl loves it, moaning and bumping her butt against me on a moment's notice, showing me her brownie.
But that's the thing. It's never been this good. I've had dozens, if not hundreds of women, and the physical has never been this tantalizing, this fucking hot, making me erupt again and again. I swear, I've seeded Rachel a hundred times in this past week, spurting like a geyser again and again all over her insides, drenching her in semen, making her drink it, sucking it up with all her orifices.
So what the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell can't I get her out of my system? This was supposed to be an anonymous encounter, one where the girl never sees my face. I'm supposed to bury some fingers into a strange twat, feeling a female pulse around my fist before pulling out and saying sayonara. So what the fuck has happened? Why have my best laid plans gone off the rails?
And it's not just the loss of anonymity. It's the fact that we're not using protection. That birth control shit has gone down the crapper with a giant flush because of course, Rachel asked me about it again after our session in the playroom with no results.