“Thanks,” I said, sitting up in the chair to take the drink. The sweat streamed down between my tits, sluicing toward my shaved cunt. I smiled when it slid over my clit, knowing that Cole loved the taste of a salty pussy.
I took a long sip and smacked my lips. “That’s so good.”
Cole sat down on the lounge chair next to me and sighed. I watched the muscles ripple through his body as he settled in. He was covered in a layer of oil and sweat. His skin glowed brown and red from the sun. His cock was draped over his thigh, moist with sweat, like a sausage sizzling on the grill.
“This is the life,” he said, setting the drink on the glass table between our chairs. He lay flat with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. He sighed heavily after a moment, as if he were falling asleep. He didn’t open his eyes when he felt my fingers closing around his cock. He just sighed again and smiled.
“What are you doing?” he asked as his cock hardened in my hand, growing before my eyes. I slowly stroked his cock as the skin tightened around the shaft as it grew to full length and the head blossomed like a mushroom. I could feel the hot juices already pouring from my pussy, mixing with the sweat and sunscreen to lubricate my hole Cole’s entry.
“I’m reliving the night we popped each other’s cherries,” I said, getting up to straddle his cock without ever letting him go. “Do you remember that night?” I swirled the head of his cock around my hole and let it slip inside. “Your cock was so big I thought you were going to split me open.”
“I remember,” he said, bringing his hands to my hips to steady me as I lowered my pussy onto his thick cock. I could feel my pussy closing around him. “Your pussy was so tight I didn’t think I would get inside you. Just like now. God, you’re so fucking tight, Lucy…”
“Do you remember the tip of your cock hitting my hymen, then breaking through?” I put my hands on his chest and squeezed his nipples as I slid my hips up and down the length of his cock that would fit inside me. Sweat dripped down my nose onto his chest. My body was already burning up on the outside. Now, the inside ignited to catch up.
“I remember the scent of your pussy,” he said, breathlessly. “I could taste you on my tongue. I could smell you for days. My old man was furious that he couldn’t get the smell out of the car, but I fucking loved it. Your pussy walls seemed to grip my cock like a thousand little fingers.”
“Oh… fuck…” I moaned as he slid in and out. “God… I love fucking you…”
“And I love fucking you,” he said. His fingers dug into my sides and he started lifting me up and down. “Now, fuck me faster.”
I took a deep breath and started pummeling my cunt down on his cock. I could feel him hitting my cervix. Fuck, it was almost like I could feel him in my throat. The orgasm came quickly. My body was tingling from head to toe. My big tits swayed on my chest. Cole leaned up to take a hard nipple between his teeth and growled like a wild animal.
“Fuck... Cole… I’m cumming…holy fucking god… Cole… cum with me… cum with me now…”
I don’t know how he did it, but Cole could literally cum on demand. He tightened his grip on my hips and pushed me down hard, filling every inch of me with his manhood. I felt his hot milk flowing within me as my juices washed down over his cock and balls. We jerked and grunted and moaned for a moment, then his grip on my hips loosened and I opened my eyes to see him smiling up at me.
“Just like that night,” he said with a smile.
“Better,” I said, my tongue hanging out. “I love you, Calvin Walker.”
“I love you back, Lucy Walsh.”
“Walker and Walsh,” I said with a grin. “We never got to be side by side in the yearbook like you said.”
“Is that your only regret?” he asked with a tentative smile.
“It is today,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. “It is today.”
THE END
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CANDICE CARLSON:
Men are douchebags! I’m sorry, but there’s just no other way to put it and they can’t deny it. They only want one thing from us, girls. Then, just as you’re about to give it to them, they dump you like a hot rock because their mommy says you’re not good enough for their little boy. Seriously, bitch? I’ll show you not good enough with my fist in your nose.
Then I get assigned to work for Tanner Wright, the bad boy billionaire CEO who thinks his money, good looks, and big bulge in his jeans can get him whatever he wants. And what he wants at the moment is to get into this girl’s pants. What he doesn’t know is, that’s a place where no man has gone before.
The guy’s a billionaire douchebag and I’m a reluctant virgin. That combination could make for a very interesting workplace, indeed.
TANNER WRIGHT
It’s a lot of pressure, living up to a reputation like mine. You just try being a billionaire bad boy CEO for a week and see how you handle things. I’ll bet you end up in the press more than I do!
When you have the looks, money, charm, and bedroom skills that I have, the world is your oyster. So many mansions to buy, exotic cars to drive, yachts to captain, and so many women to… well… you know what the ladies want from Mr. Wright.
So, when Candice Carlson is assigned to work on a project for my company, it’s only fitting that I give her a shot at the brass ring. She’s young and brilliant and beautiful. And there’s something mysterious about her that draws me to her like a moth to a flame.
She can try to resist all she wants, but when Tanner Wright wants something, you can bet the bank that he will get it; one way or another.
Candice Carlson
I was sitting at my desk munching on a take-out salad from the cafeteria downstairs, when the email from my boss came through. I glanced at the large computer monitor sitting to my left, but didn’t bother opening the email. I already knew what it was.
I had been expecting the email since earlier in the day when my boss told me that our company, Goldman & Stern Management Consultants, had won a ten-million-dollar management consulting contract with Wright Enterprises, and that I would be one of the management consultants on the team.
I chewed a mouthful of lettuce and leaned over to read the subject line: Confirmation of Meeting Scheduled with Tanner Wright at Wright Enterprises.
I clicked the link that would automatically add the meeting details to my electronic schedule and went back to eating my salad.
A year ago, I would have been jumping up and down at the thought of meeting with billionaire entrepreneur, Tanner Wright, and his team. Now, this would be just another in a long line of boring meetings with rich douchebags who used Goldman & Stern’s management consultants – like me -- to do their dirty work.
Wow, sometimes I was amazed at how tarnished I had become in just one short year at Goldman. I don’t remember what I expected this job would be, but this wasn’t it.
Still, it was better than slaving away at a non-profit for twenty-grand a year. That was more fulfilling, but this allowed me to buy a lot cooler stuff.
I sighed as I stabbed a cherry tomato and bit it in half with my front teeth. I had already Googled Tanner Wright in anticipation of the meeting. Not that I didn’t already know who he was. Everyone in business knew who Tanner Wright was because he was the stuff of legend.
Thirty-five years old, single, tall, dark, and handsome; with the build of an athlete and the brain of a Rhodes Scholar.
He started Wright Enterprises as a little computer fix-it service in his parents’ basement fifteen years ago, and the company did six billion in revenue last year.
Wright was in to everything now: from computing to networking to cyber-security software to fiber optics. But it took more than generating a ton of revenue for a guy to impress me these days. In my mind, I already had him pegged as just another billionaire playboy who thought he could buy the world and everyone in it.
I took a sip of the watery iced tea that came with the salad and looked out the twentieth-floor window at the hazy Chicago skyline.
“I’ll bet he’s a major douchebag,” I heard myself say.
I couldn’t help it.
Whenever I thought about men these days the word “douchebag” automatically came to mind.
In fact, the word “douchebag” was becoming synonymous with the word “man” in my mind.
Man, douchebag.
Douchebag, man.
Call me jaded, but in my mind, they were one and the same.
I took another bite of the lettuce and munched as I sighed. Why do men have to be such douchebags, I wondered. Aren’t there any good men left in the world? Surely, they’re not all gay or married.