“Fuck… Cass…” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum without even touching me…”
“Don’t worry,” I said as my hands went across his broad shoulders and up his arms. “I won’t let that happen.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. His tongue immediately sprang out like a hungry snake sniffing the air for its next meal. He opened his mouth and sucked my tongue inside. I felt his hand between my legs, fingers gliding back and forth over my moist cunt lips. I knew at that moment the massage was pretty much over and the fucking was about to begin. No surprise there….
My oily hand found his cock and balls. I massaged the oil into his sack, softening it, feeling the cushy little balls inside roll under my fingers. My hand slid up and wrapped around his cock. I could feel his heart beating in my hand. I started sliding my palm up and down, taking the head in my cupped hand and twisting it around. Devin moaned in my mouth.
“I want you…” he said, putting his hands on my arms and pulling me on top of him. “I want your hot pussy on my cock… now… fuck me… Cass… fuck me now…”
I climbed onboard, straddling his cock, lowering my sopping pussy onto the purple head, which slid right in thanks to the oil and the juices gushing from my hole. I put my hands on his chest as he put his hands on my hips and forced me down, impaling my pussy with his hard cock hard enough to knock the breath out of me.
I gasped, moaned, sighed... I could feel his cock everywhere inside me, as if my entire body was stretching and shifting to accommodate his size.
“Fuck…” I moaned. “Surprise… surprise…”
“I love… surprises,” he said, his fingers digging into my waist as he forcefully pulled me down and up on his cock. It was like being on a wonderful ride. All I could do was hang on tight and hoped it never would end.
Devin’s cock seemed to grow larger the more we fucked. I could feel it stretching my pussy, going in deeper, deeper, ramming my cervix, setting my entire body on fire.
“Fuck… Cass… I’m cumming…” he said, bouncing me up and down like a rag doll. I curled my fingers into his chest and hung on for the ride.
The orgasm came quickly, out of nowhere. It was quickly followed by another and another as I showered Devin’s cock and balls with nature’s own hot oils. He arched his back and groaned like a wild animal. My belly grew warm as he filled my cunt with this seed, hot and milky, wonderfully fulfilling…
“Holy fuck….” Devin moaned, tossing his head back as he pumped me full. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…”
I opened my eyes to watch him cum, his face twisted, his eyes squeezed tight, teeth gritted, thick veins popping out across his shoulders and neck. When it was over, I collapsed on top of him. We were an oily, sweaty, juicy mess. And I loved it!
“My god… that was… incredible… I said with a sigh, my forehead pressed to his, gazing into his eyes, trying to catch my breath. “You make my Yoni very happy… My Yoni really loves you.”
“I love you and your Yoni…” he sighed, giving me a kiss between gasps of air.
I wiggled my nose to his. “Because I plan such great surprises?”
He smiled. “That, and because you really are the one.”
EPILOGUE: Devin
“These numbers are incredible,” I said, holding up the report that detailed the company’s profits and losses for the last two quarters. Actually, there were no losses. Only profits. Massive, massive profits from every corner of the operation.
Reservations at Paradiso were at an all-time high now that word had gotten out that Master Yonas and his highly-trained staff offered Yoni Massage to all comers, no pun intended. The resort was completely booked nearly a year in advance with dozens of women on the waiting list.
The “Yoni at Home” DVDs were generating millions of dollars within months of launch. Supposedly, women around the globe were buying them so their husbands and lovers could learn a new and valuable skill.
The certification program where qualified masseuses invested ten-grand to be personally trained and certified by me over the course of a weekend were also booked out months in advance.
We were planning five new Paradiso resorts across the country (Las Vegas, Chicago, Miami, New York, and Denver), and were franchising the smaller day spa concept in a dozen cities.
“We’re projecting revenue close to eighty-million dollars by year’s end,” Ben said proudly. He sat across from me at the conference room table and grinned like a man on top of the world, which he very much was. He owned twenty-percent of the company now. He was a multimillionaire many times over. And much of our success was due to his ability to turn every aspect of Yoni into cold, hard cash.
Ben said, “I have to be honest, Dev, you stepping down and letting us clone you has just blown off the roof off this sucker. If things keep going the way they are we’ll go over a hundred-million dollars in revenue next year.”
“A hundred-million-dollars?” The sum was almost more than I could comprehend. I whistled as I glanced up at Genevieve’s smiling face on the big screen mounted on the wall. We had finally gotten satellite dishes installed at Paradiso so we could have internet and cell service. This was the first time we had used the fancy, new video teleconferencing system Ben had installed. I looked into the camera that was pointed at me as if I was looking into Genevieve’s eyes.
I said, “I assume you’re very happy with the way things are going, Madame St. Claire?”
She smiled and leaned in toward the laptop camera on her side of the world. “I am very happy, Devin. However, I think the greater question is: are you happy?”
As if on cue, Cassandra came in carrying two cups of coffee. She set one in front of me and one in front of Ben, then came to stand beside me. I put my arm around her waist and rubbed her round belly. I had a son in there, a son that I would see very soon. I looked up to find Genevieve wiping a tear and Ben looking at my pregnant wife with envy in his eyes.
“He is very happy, Genevieve,” Cassandra said, putting her arm around my neck and pulling me close.
“Yes,” I said, resting my head on my wife’s growing breast. “We are all very happy.”
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Hot Deleted Bonus Kinky Scene from Rub Me the Right Way
I know it’s probably going to sound silly, but I loved waking up with Devin McMasters next to me in bed every morning. Loved, loved, loved, LOVED IT! It was absolutely my favorite way to start my day, just as going to sleep in his arms was my favorite way to end the night. I never went to work mad or angry after a morning booty call from Devin. Granted, it was hard to tear myself away from him, and some mornings I walked a little funny thanks to our sexual gymnastics, but I would not have traded waking up with Devin for the world.
I’m sure you would love it, too. It’s so damn cute how he tries not to wake me up as he gently slides his muscular six-foot-two-inch frame in close behind me in our big, comfy king-sized bed. How he wraps his strong arms around me, cupping my bare breast with his hand so my hard nipple just happens to land in the crook of his fingers. Oh, he’s a sly fox, this one.
I loved the feeling of his bare skin on mine, the thickness of his chest pressing against my back, the warmth of his breath on my neck, his teeth lightly grazing my shoulder. And if you’re with a man like Devin, there is that moment when his ten-inch cock, hard and ready even after a long night of fucking, slides between your legs, following the underside of your ass to find the pink lips of your pussy still moist from the night before.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep, rolling my head over to face him without opening my eyes. We both had muck-mouth morning breath, but neither of us cared. He pressed his lips to mine as his hand on my breast started moving, rubbing slow circles over my big melon, his fingers squeezing the nipple, tugging it away from my breast until it hurt so good.
“Hey, that’s attached,” I said, wiggling my ass into him so his cock could slide in between my thighs all the way. I could feel his lazy balls resting against my leg, always a willing passenger with little to do but come along for an early morning ride.
“I’m just waking you up,” he said, whispering in my ear. “Just consider me your human alarm clock.” He was moving his hips in and out now, sliding his long, straight cock between my legs, my pussy lips molding to the top of his shaft, soaking him with my own personal brand of lube. The thick head of his cock slid over my clit, making me shudder with delight.
“I love waking up with a cock in my ass,” I said with a smile. I reached around him and dug my fingers into his rock-hard ass and pulled him closer.
“It’s not in your ass,” he said, his hand moving to my other tit, his cock still sliding back and forth, making little squishy sounds. “At least not yet.”
“That feels really good,” I said.
“Wait till you feel this,” he said. He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward, so my ass was against his cock, giving him a clear shot of my pussy, and if he wanted it, my ass. I clutched a pillow between my breasts and sighed.