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  I felt my pussy throb as his fine body came into view. My knees nearly buckled, but he caught me at the last moment and he held me in his strong arms.

  With one, powerful motion, he crushed me to his chest and locked his manly lips to mine. My hormones raced as our lips and tongues intertwined. Half to steady myself and half to release my animal passion, I wrapped my arms around his back, sinking my nails into his flesh.

  That only seemed to embolden him more.

  The second our lips were apart, I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants. As his massive cock sprung into view, I knew I was in for a treat. It was so long and veiny. I looked up into his face, not believing what I was seeing. He was smiling like a fool.

  Like a caged animal, I descended down around his throbbing cock, taking his full length into my hungry mouth. His cock was so delicious I just wanted to devour it like the greedy slut I was.

  He grabbed my head, tilted it back and began mouth fucking me. Even opening my throat as wide as I could manage, I couldn't take him all the way in. When I tried to pull out, he balled my hair in his fist and pushed me down even further.

  His roughness, honestly, was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. I grabbed onto his muscular butt for dear life as he pounded his cock in and out of my throat.

  By the time he was finished, I was ready to jump his bones. Without another word, I slipped out of my clothes and pushed him down onto the carpet. The room suddenly felt super hot, but I didn't care.

  "Wow, you're a tigress!" He said, laying back.

  "You have no idea. Rawrr!" I sat on top of his massive cock and moaned as it slid into my hungry, horny cunt.

  I couldn't believe how far his cock sank into my scorching pussy. By the look on his face, I could tell that he'd never been this deep in a woman before.

  "Fuck me!" I cried out as I bounced up and down on his throbbing meat-stick. "Oh God, I need you in me!"

  My large tits were bouncing and flailing all over the place and Gordon was grinning from ear to ear as he was trying to catch them and play with them. To feel his large, manly hands roughly kneading my knockers made me even hornier.

  I ground my pussy into his heavenly cock, running my hands all over his hard body. At this point, I couldn't even remember why we were fucking in the first place. All I knew was that I needed that delicious flesh inside me in the worst way. It was an itch that only he could scratch.

  Leaning down, I mashed my tit flesh into his chest and kissed him hotly on the lips. His hips grinded against mine as we released our pent-up animal passion.

  His hands were so rough and when they smacked down upon my ass, I cried out. "Yes! Harder!" I cried, propping my ass up for him.

  Several smacks later and I was a blubbering mess. I was cumming so hard around his cock that I'm surprised it didn't slip out. My ass felt red and sore but that was nothing compared to how my pussy felt. He was so large and long that he reached places no man had ever reached before.

  "You like that, slut, don't ya?" He brought his hand down upon my ass again.

  I nodded and dug my fingers into his neck. Both of us grunted as we came closer to our climax. He held my hips and he pounded up inside my steaming pussy. I clenched tightly around his turgid cock, massaging and milking him for all he was worth.

  "Oh yeah, I'm your slut! Now fuck me harder!" I said, grinding my hips into his. My pussy was going to be sore in the morning, but I didn't care, I just wanted to feel his magnificent cock in my aching pussy.

  I ran my fingers all over his sexy, muscular body, feeling his manliness.

  My eyes widened as I could feel the thickness of his shaft expand inside me. I knew that he was about to cum. I waited until he was about to explode, then pulled him out and let him spray all over my belly and breasts.

  "Oh my God!" He cried out as he jerked and struggled under me. I held on to his slippery cock for dear life as it threatened to escape my grasp.

  I was amazed at the amount and velocity of Gordon's cum. He somehow managed to get a couple squirts on my face. Over and over he shot his scalding load. By the time he was finished, my belly, breasts, throat, face and hair were covered in his spunk

  Chapter Four

  Gordon

  My eyes trailed the skyline of the city. Words were going over my head as I sat in a meeting about another future contract with a tech company. I kept my focus out the window, because my mind was on one thing. Her; Lindsey.

  The way we fucked last night left a lasting impression on me. It told me so much about her without having to wait years to find out. She was passionate, loyal, and appreciated when she saw good deeds and had good things done for her. She was also hurt. She bounced between men, hoping she wouldn’t get burned, but somehow, she caught heartbreak and didn’t even know it yet.

  Was sex her substitute for love? It couldn’t be. It was too temporary. I tapped my jaw, staring out the window as I further thought about Lindsey and the command of her body.

  A pen waved in front of my face. “Mr. Glen? Gordon, are you here?” Richard asked. I came back down to earth and scratched my head as I directed my attention back to the meeting.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry. My apologies to all of you,” I said, nodding to my prospective clients. They all shared mild smiles and took sips of their coffee. They were so honored to be here that I could’ve been swinging from the ceiling and they wouldn’t care.

  “Mr. Glen, do you think you’ll have time for another contract? We’d love to have your company working with us,” the woman from the tech company said, a plea in her eyes.

  “Of course we can and we will. This meeting is adjourned, we shall continue—”

  Richard stood and planted his hands on the table. “No, no, we can continue and finish today,” Richard protested. He looked back and forth at me and the company here for a contract. They were patient as ever.

  “By all means, we’ll have to continue another time—”

  “But, your schedule, it’s really filled up this next week. We need them here now.”

  I got up and headed out the door. I didn’t want to seem rude in front of anyone, but I just couldn’t function correctly right now.

  I slumped against a wall in the hallway and Richard came out, fuming.

  “Gordon? What the fuck, man?” he hissed. “What’re you doing? That’s a multi-billion dollar contract. Why the hell did you walk away from that?”

  “I have a lot on my mind. I cannot concentrate.”

  Richard sucked his teeth and shook his head.

  “Bull shit. I’ve seen you do a million things at once—wait.” Then he perked up. Something had struck him. “Wait a damn minute here. Did you—did you find someone? I mean—are you in love?!” His irritated frown turned into a smile accompanied with wide eyes and a youthful look of hope.

  “Richard, it’s not what you think.” I waved off the giddy feeling he was putting in the air.

  Richard swatted my hand down. “Oh, it’s exactly what I think. You’re never scattered and spaced out like this. People fear Gordon Glen. But now you’re all twisted over some woman and now you look like a big mushy lump.”

  “Richard. Continue the meeting. I have faith in your skills to navigate a contract.” His face lit up. Doing these kinds of things was his strong suit, his passion. He did his job well, so I felt confident he could pull this off.

  I began to walk to the elevator, fishing for my car keys.

  “Sure. Where are you going? To get your woman?” Richard asked winking.

  “Something like that.”

  The whole drive to Lindsey’s apartment went by in a blur. The turns and stops I made on the way escaped me as if the car were driving itself. I didn’t remember her number address, or her door number. I just knew where she was. I could’ve been thrown in the middle of nowhere and made it back to her.

  That passion that radiated off of her… I needed that in my life. I could see myself marrying her. Making her mine. Marking her.

  After
the way her pussy gripped me last night, nothing was going to separate her from me.

  I slammed my car in a free parking space and jumped up the steps to get to the door. I pulled on it, but it was locked. I forgot, this was a keyed entry. How’d that shit face man named Daniel get in here? Maybe he caught someone coming out.

  Upon carefully inspecting the lock, I noticed it wasn’t one of the sturdy ones. So, I would be able to go back to my car and get one of my membership cards to slide through and trip the lock.

  I returned to the door, card in hand, and just as I was jogging up the steps, a woman came bouncing down the stairs to open the door. Lucky me.

  She opened the door wide and scanned me from head to toe. Of course she was going to hold the door open for me. The place smelled like the cooking of Indians and Chinese with a dash of American cuisine as well. She lived in a lively place, and it suited her. If only she’d allow me to give her better.

  “Wow, you’re handsome. Are you spoken for?” she asked.

  “Fortunately I am. Sorry.”

  She sighed and went on her way. I climbed the steps and followed my memory.

  Her door was right down this hall on the right. I stood in front and knocked.

  “Lindsey?” I called out.

  I didn’t hear any sounds in her apartment and knocked again. Louder, just in case she was asleep.

  I looked at the time. It was pushing past noon. So she was probably out. After all, she was a stripper, so she probably held a day time job as well.

  I took out my phone and dialed Ms. Vent. She knew everything about the people she matched together. Maybe too much.

  “Hello? Is this you Mr. Glen?” she asked.

  “Ms. Vent. I need to know where I can find Lindsey.” I gripped my phone in anticipation.

  “Is this an emergency?” There it was. The hesitation.

  “Yes,” I lied, gripping the phone harder. It was going to break under such pressure.

  She chuckled. “Are you sure?”

  “Ms. Vent—”

  “Darling, she’s probably at one of her jobs. Are you at her place?”

  “Yes. I need to speak with her.”

  She coasted on a small bit of silence.

  “Well, I’m not supposed to really tell you that much about her…”

  “Ms. Vent please—”

  “Hey,” said a familiar voice, interrupting me.

  I whipped around to see Lindsey behind me, with her arms folded.

  “Never mind, I’ll get in touch with you later,” I said, hanging up my phone. I didn’t even wait for a response from Ms. Vent.

  “Trying to find me, huh?” Lindsey asked, putting her hands on those hips I kissed on and lavished so much last night.

  “Yes, I want to take you somewhere.”

  “Now? I don’t have time.”

  “Why?”

  “Why do you want to know?” she asked, pushing her hips to the side.

  “Because, I have to!” I was getting impatient. I wanted her. I needed her by my side and I needed to be inside her as well. No woman in my life has messed with my head in such deliciously vulgar ways before.

  She’s the kind of drug I want. The kind that will keep me on my toes, and help me see the color in life. She brought a fire and I wanted it to stay lit. My eyes fell on the curves of her body, making my dick fidget against my tight boxers. I swallowed and cleared my throat. Lindsey was sexy to a dangerous point.

  That defiant attitude was only going to make me hard as a diamond.

  “You have to huh?” She squeezed by me to her door and opened it. “Well, I have other jobs to work. So come back later tonight—”

  I gently caught her hand and held it up.

  “Please, I need to spend time with you now.”

  She looked at my hands holding hers and she looked conflicted. That was when I knew I’d have to make it hard to say no.

  “I have a couple hundred in my pocket maybe close to a thousand. Come with me to the park, and it’s yours.”

  Lindsey’s eyes brightened up and she smirked. “You drive a hard bargain.”

  She held her hand out. “Cash, now.”

  I dug into my pocket and placed the wad of twenties into her hand. She bounced it, determining its weight. “This has got to be closer to fifteen hundred.”

  “Really?”

  “Weighing money is bit of a hobby of mine.” She hooked her arm around mine and closed her door, locking it. “Let’s go. I do have things I need to tell you about for the wedding since it’s coming up soon.”

  ***

  The park was a perfect spot to take her to. Though, I wondered why I didn’t just drag her inside her place or to mine. She was more than a sex doll. But after tasting her, I couldn’t help but think about when the next time would come for me to bury myself deep inside her.

  She woke something up inside me. And it wasn’t going to go back to sleep any time soon.

  Lindsey hung onto my arm silently as we walked through the park. The winds were gently caressing us, and the fresh air was calming. Couples were buddied up and children were on the grass playing.

  I saw Lindsey staring at the couples. She let out a small sigh and rested her head on my arm.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered. She straightened herself out and released my arm. “So, the wedding party. It’s in two days. I’m getting a Visa and plane tickets tomorrow. Well, I started the Visa process, so it’ll be here tomorrow. What about you?”

  “Oh, I have a multiple entrance Visa already.”

  “Of course you do, rich guy.” Lindsey rolled her eyes and chuckled.

  We stopped at a fountain and Lindsey sat down on the rim of it, glancing at her reflection. I could smell the wafts of chlorine by my nose, mixed with Lindsey’s subtle floral scent.

  “You’re beautiful, you know?” I said to her, placing my hand on her shoulder.

  “Yeah. I guess,” she said, running her hand on the water, frowning.

  “What’s wrong, Lindsey?”

  “Nothing. Just tired.”

  I sat down next to her and examined her face. She was worried about something.

  “Lindsey, what about after the wedding party? I still want to see you. And I’m going to. But I’d like to—”

  “Here we go. Don’t even do it.”

  “Do what?”

  “Fall for me. You’re going to start getting all sentimental over me. I’m not that kind of girl. I live off of one night stands—”

  “No, they live off of you,” I countered. Her eyes grew wide and she leaned away from me.

  “Excuse me?”

  “They do. Lindsey, you’re filled with so much fire and zest, don’t waste that on just anyone.”

  I placed my hand on hers, but she pulled away. Her red hair glowed under the sun, and blew like a delicate scarf in the wind.

  “You’re not suffering from a broken heart, are you?” I asked, trying to make eye contact with her. She kept her focus on the ground beneath her feet and frowned.

  “I’m trying hard not to.” That tone of her voice. If she didn’t get her heart broken by a man, it was going to be broken by loneliness. I knew loneliness well. It could grip you by the throat and suffocate you.

  Then the next step was to become a workaholic so you were immune to loneliness, so you could thrive and live on your own. I’ve done it. But Lindsey, she shouldn’t have to. If only she’d just see what I saw and give herself to me.

  Then it clicked. I saw what she was doing.

  She pulled herself up and wiped off her skirt. “Well, I’m a busy gal, gotta get going unless you’re thinking of kidnapping me.”

  “That isn’t a bad idea,” I teased. “Would you need a ride?”

  “I’m good. Fifteen hundred bucks will get me all the Ubers I want.”

  She turned around and walked off. I watched

  Chapter Five

  Lindsey

  After two days of hashing out ho
w this was going to go down, the day had finally arrived. It wasn't like I was getting married, but I was still nervous. Stacy was more of a little sister to me than my actual blood sister.

  I had to be there and I had to make sure that I blended in. Gordon was a good choice. Maybe too good of a choice. At least he was a fun choice too.

  I sashayed into his office, in my baby blue short fitting dress that had pearl embellishments with matching heels. A lot of the men in the lobby gave me serious looks and handed me their business cards.

  As soon as they were out of view I threw them away.

  Following Gordon's directions, I went up to the twentieth floor to his main office. I couldn't help but feel like a celebrity when I got off that golden elevator. It matched my style.

  The secretary eyed me and I went up to her with a straight poker face. She didn't know me and I didn't know her. However, she had that yuck face on.

  Wow, the basic characteristics of a jealous female.

  "May I help you?"

  I chose to ignore the attitude that spilled out of her mouth. Today was supposed to be a chill day, a nice day where I'd show up in freaking Canada for my best friend Stacy.

  "I'm here for Gordon Glen."

  "I'm sorry, but he's busy."

  "I'm Lindsey Wilson, he's expecting me."

  She gritted and looked on her computer while tapping her fingers on the keys.

  She shook her head. "You're not in here. Sorry, there's nothing I can do for you."

  Okay, now this bitch was trying my last nerve.

  "Don't you have a phone? Do you know how to use it?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and exaggerating a pose.

  She crinkled her nose and laced her fingers together. "That's only for when people are scheduled. Now, I'll have to ask you to--hey! Where are you going! I'll call security!"

  I went past her desk and marched down the hallway. Gordon was late, and his secretary was pissing me off. Not a good combination.

  "Gordon!" I called out, still trying to sound professional and not bitchy. I'd save that for the secretary who decided to run down the hall after me.