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  Taking a deep breath, I start moving again, swaying my body back and forth as Lucas pistons into me. His thighs slap my ass over and over again, the sound of flesh-on-flesh like the sweetest melody I've ever heard in my entire life. I let a smile take over my lips as I surrender to the moment, every nerve ending on my body completely overtaken by the sweetest pleasure ever. His cock is so thick that it pushes back my inner walls, a burning sensation taking over my pussy each time Lucas thrusts and slams his cock all the way into me.

  “As … as hard as you can,” I tell him between moans, pushing the words out of my mouth one at a time. I try to order him to do it, but my tone of voice makes it seem like I’m begging him. There’s something about him that just grabs everything that I am and turns it upside down, coating all my dominance with deep layers of a submissive craving for his cock.

  “You asked for it, just remember that,” he groans, and then starts fucking me so fast that I can’t even tell anymore when his cock is sliding in or sliding out. All I know is that ecstasy rages through my veins, burning them and consuming all of me. Even my soul feels like it’s on fire.

  His thrusts are so vicious that I end up falling forward, my arms sprawled in front of me as I press my face against the leather seat. He’s still grabbing me by the waist though, keeping my ass up as he demolishes my pussy.

  Unable to move or even make a sound, I just surrender to his thrusts and let that electric storm take over every single inch of my body. My muscles feel as heavy as concrete, my heart feels as small as a dime, and even my lungs are kicking and punching against my ribcage as if they want to escape my body. My brain has turned into something wild and ferocious, completely out of control as it devours the onslaught of sensations that flood it.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes as I feel my insides clenching. My inner walls clamp around Lucas’ cock and, knowing that I’m dangling over the edge, he presses with his fingers hard on my clit and thrusts so hard that he almost rips me apart. “OH FUCK!” I scream out, an ocean of flames burning behind my shut eyelids.

  Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching and spasming, the stabs of pleasure coming so fast that I can’t even comprehend what the hell is happening with me. I simply collapse on the seat as Lucas takes his hands off of my body, his cock sliding out of my pussy with a wet sound. Breathing hard, my body limp, and at the same time twitching all over, I drift in and out of consciousness.

  “Tired already? Don’t you have what it takes?” Lucas' voice, feeding me back my own words, reaches the depths of my mind and drags me back to consciousness.

  “Oh, there’s more,” I tell him, but I’m surprising myself, really. More than just match my stamina, it seems that Lucas can go on forever. Well, I’m not about to disappoint him, am I? I’ve been looking for a man who could keep up with me, and now that I’ve found one, I sure as hell won’t put on a disappointing performance.

  With a wicked grin on my lips, I sit up on the seat and turn to him. Resting my hands on his chest, I make him sit up as well, and then I climb on top of his body, straddling him. Exhaustion has already taken over my muscles, but I take a deep breath and prepare myself to just push through.

  Grabbing his cock, I guide it home, brushing its tip along the length of my pussy. I lift my hips up slightly, and then I lower myself over his huge member, throwing my head back as I feel his thickness filling me up once more. The moment all of his twelve inches are inside of me, I throw my arms over his shoulders and start swaying my body in a flowing motion, his groans of pleasure blending in with the sound of my ragged breathing.

  “I’m going to make you cum hard.” I look into his eyes as I say it, the grin on his face telling me that this time he’s going all out.

  “You will.” He leans into me, kissing me softly, and then pulls back. “And I’m going to feed you every single drop of my cum,” he adds, and I feel goose bumps all over my skin. I run my tongue between my lips, already imagining how his seed must taste, and my body starts moving faster and faster, almost as if every cell in my body can’t wait to make Lucas cum.

  I ride him fast and hard, not a hint of mercy to the way my hips move. Yet, instead of making him come, all I manage to do is unleash the sweet burn of ecstasy upon myself. Leaning forward, I rest my forehead against his chest and give him my final thrusts, another wild orgasm scratching at my insides and making me slow down.

  “Fuck,” I groan and, gritting my teeth, force myself to keep on moving. My hips sway back and forth, building up the pace again as every muscle in my body continues to tremble and twitch. I’m not giving up until I feel his cock pulsing hard, his seed ready to gush into me. Forget all about exhaustion, forget all about how many orgasms I’ve already had today; I’m not stopping until I make him cum.

  Lucky for me, it doesn’t take long. A few seconds and his cock starts spasming inside my pussy, sending ripples of utter delight all over my inner walls. I’m ready to keep on riding until he cums inside of me, but he has other plans; grabbing me by the waist, he pushes me to the side, making me sit next to him. Taking one hand to my hair, he grabs it and then pushes me down; I react by instinct and part my lips, allowing him to guide my mouth toward his cock.

  I close my eyes as I feel my lips touching the salty tip of his cock, his raw scent inundating me at once, and I wrap my mouth tight around his shaft. The flavor of my own fluids climb all the way up to my brain and I roll my lips down his length; I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can then, his cock now throbbing harshly against my tongue. His fingers turn into claws, firmly tangled in my hair, and he thrusts upward; my eyes widen as I feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat and then, a fraction of a second later, he starts gushing his warm seed into my mouth.

  Slowly, I roll my lips back over his shaft, all while he keeps on cumming. It doesn’t take longer than two seconds for my mouth to be filled to the brim, thick beads of cum dripping down my lips and making their way down my chin.

  I take my mouth off of his cock and, without even giving it a second thought, I swallow all the cum inside my mouth. He keeps on spraying his cum while I do it, and a gooey rope of cum hits me straight in the face. Reaching for his cock with one hand, I start stroking him as he unleashes his load over my face, most of it falling into my now open mouth.

  “That’s it… Take it all,” he groans, his eyes focused on the mess his cock is causing on my skin. When his cock finally gives its dying spasms against my curled fingers, my whole face is covered in his seed, beads of it making their way down my chin and neck and going over the smooth curve of my breasts.

  I’m about to swallow the cum inside my mouth when Lucas reaches for me, softly grabbing my chin; keeping my head in place, he leans into me and then just presses his lips on mine. I’m surprised at first, but then my eyelids droop and I surrender to his kiss. His tongue dances around my own over a blanket of cum, and my skin prickles as I realize what we’re doing. This is complete madness and, at the same time... it’s just so delicious.

  Pulling back from our kiss, he flashes me one irresistible smile and goes straight for my tits, wrapping his lips around my right nipple. He twirls his tongue around it, licking it dry, and then allows his tongue to roam over my chest and neck, tracing the contour of my jaw until it finds my lips again. He scoops all the cum on his way while he does it, and I feel a shiver going up my spine as I see his lips glistening from his own seed.

  Grinning wildly, this time I’m the one crushing my mouth against his, kissing him wildly. I lose all control, surrendering to our own filthiness and reveling in it. I press my chest against his, my slippery skin brushing against his pectorals, and only then do I finally end our kiss. I roll to the side, sprawling myself on the seat, and look into Lucas’ eyes.

  “Well, this was better than dinner,” I tell him, still grinning and breathing hard. “If you can do business as well as you can fuck, I see a bright future ahead for the two of us.”

  “You’re fin
ally seeing the light,” he replies. What he doesn’t know is that this moment with him has made me curious about something… Or, should I say, someone?

  Now that I’ve tried Lucas Blake, I’m dying to compare him to Ares Strong.

  What? Just keeping my options open, ‘hun.

  11

  Ares

  “Can I get you another?” the perky blonde asks me, her big eyes gleaming with curiosity. The I wonder how big his cock is kind of curiosity. Oh, don’t be mean and think that she’s a slut; women love to wonder about my cock all the time. And I don’t mind, not at all. In fact, I’m pretty much used to it, and if I’m being honest, I love their earnest curiosity. Nothing beats the look of awe in a woman’s face when she sees my twelve inches hard and ready for some love.

  “Yeah, sure,” I reply casually, pushing my empty glass of whisky across the counter. It’s only my second, but I’m already feeling a slight buzz taking over. Tapping my fingertips on the counter, I look across the room and sigh. Masa is one of the most exclusive restaurants in New York and, as such, the place is completely packed, except for a small table at the end of the dimly lit room. A folded card over the tablecloth proclaims in bold letters that the table is reserved, but its occupants are nowhere to be seen. They were supposed to be here almost half an hour ago, but it looks like they might not be coming after all.

  Yeah, I’m talking about Daphne and Lucas. How the fuck do I know that? I can hear you wondering about that. Let’s just say I have my ways. What, not happy with my answer? Alright, fuck it; yeah, I’m spying on Lucas. I’m not a fucking saint and I never pretended to be one. Besides, this is probably one of the major business deals in decades, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure I emerge triumphant from this, just like a true Julius fucking Caesar of the boardroom.

  “There you go, sir,” the petite blonde bartender says, sliding a glass of Macallan across the counter. She brushes her fingers against mine as I pick up the glass, and I smile as I watch her run her tongue between her lips.

  “Thank you,” I say, and she flushes in a heartbeat. She turns around to service other customers, and I follow her with my eyes, watching her perfect ass move as she walks toward the other end of the counter. She’s a hot one, I’ll give her that, and if I wasn’t this fucking preoccupied with Lucas and Daphne’s absence I’d be all over her.

  Yeah, I’m fucking preoccupied, and that’s exactly why I’m here. I know Lucas and, despite our differences in the way we approach business, I’d be a fool to underestimate him. He might be a penny pincher, but he’s the fucking best penny pincher I’ve ever known. Besides, despite his moralist facade, I know exactly the kind of effect a woman like Daphne has on him. Like I said, I know the kind of man Lucas is.

  Thing is, I know that part of the reason I’m fucking worried about the two of them not being here has nothing to do with business. I just don’t feel comfortable with these two going on a fucking date of sorts… As if that wasn’t bad enough, it seems that now they’ve decided to skip dinner. Like, what the fuck are they doing? I got word that Lucas picked her up in one of his limos, so what’s taking them so fucking long? Maybe they changed venues? No … that doesn’t make any fucking sense. It’s almost impossible to get a table at Masa, and I doubt that they’d decide to go somewhere else on a whim.

  To make matters worse, there’s a voice inside of me that tells me the real reason they’re not coming. That’s right; they’re fucking right now, no need to sugarcoat it. I can already imagine Daphne moaning as Lucas presses his naked body against her, her pussy wet and eager to have him… I can see them in my mind’s eye, kissing as their hands wander over their bodies, Lucas’ cock buried deep inside of her pussy. I can’t believe that he beat me to the punch.

  I exhale sharply and, at the same time, my cock twitches hard inside my pants. Gritting my teeth, I feel my cock hardening as images of Lucas and Daphne keep on dancing behind my eyes, lustful and wild. And my cock keeps on growing.

  Jesus fuck, what’s going on with me?

  I take a sip of my whisky, letting it burn its way down my throat, and then decide to just down the whole thing at once. I rest the glass against the counter and, before I even have the time to blink, that blonde is there again, taking the empty glass from my hand. With an inviting smile, she refills it, and then pushes it toward me.

  “On the house,” she says, small dimples showing on her cheeks as she smiles.

  “Thanks,” I reply, raising the glass and making a faux toast toward her. God bless her; if there’s something I need right now, it’s a fucking glass of whisky and a distraction. “What’s your name?”

  “Katherine.” She looks back over her shoulder, perhaps wondering if her shift manager is nearby, and then leans against the counter. She puts her forearms together as she leans in, and I notice that she has unbuttoned the first button on her shirt. And let me tell you, I like what I’m fucking seeing here.

  “Katherine, I like that name.” I let my eyes fall to the round swell of her breasts, and I don’t even try to hide it. She wants me to look, so I’m pretty fucking happy to oblige. That’s me: a perfect gentleman.

  “You’re … Ares Strong. Aren’t you?” she whispers, biting down on her lower lip as her words acquire a conspiratorial tone.

  “In the flesh,” I whisper, imitating her tone and smiling. She flushes even more at my words, and I can see her already imagining what I’m hiding under my clothes. “Nice to meet you,” I offer her my hand and she grabs it, her delicate fingers brushing against the palm of my hand. Her face becomes tomato red as she shakes my hand, and I let my fingers linger on hers for a second more than necessary.

  “I… I usually don’t do this,” she starts, looking from one side to the other as if she was about to confess to a crime. “But my shift will be over in fifteen minutes…” She lets her words hang in the air between us, her proposal a fucking clear one.

  I lean back in my seat, smiling as I let my eyes trace her silhouette. Nice perky tits, a round firm ass, and lips that look like they were made to scream out my name… Yeah, we could have some fun. Except we can’t.

  Contrary to any other day, I’m not feeling a fucking thing right now. Sure, my brain knows that she’s a hot woman and that she’s more than ready to step into my limo and let me fuck her brains out, but my cock hasn’t caught up with that. I could be looking at a brick wall, for all I know.

  “Thanks, but I… I actually have to leave soon,” I find myself saying, grabbing my wallet and slapping a few bills down on the counter. Jesus fucking Christ, am I actually doing this? Feeling pretty shitty, I grab a few more bills and place them on top of the others. “Just a tip. Have a good night.”

  Getting up from my seat, I bolt out of the restaurant as if my pants were on fucking fire. Lucas and Daphne aren’t coming and, hot bartender or not, I have no reason to remain there.

  But, seriously… I can’t believe I’ve blown a hot woman off. What the fuck is going on with me?

  Fuck, this whole situation is really messing me up.

  12

  Lucas

  “I have an important call to take,” I tell Karen, my secretary, through the intercom, both my eyes focused on my laptop’s screen.

  “Do I cancel all meetings?” she asks me, and my reply comes fast.

  “Yeah, all meetings. I’m not to be disturbed right now,” I continue, not taking my eyes off of the screen.

  “Sure thing,” she chirps happily without bothering to ask me about what is so important that I have to clear my schedule all of a sudden. She has been my secretary for five years now, and she knows better than to start asking questions. I place my elbows on my desk and stare intently at my laptop, a large window taking over the whole screen.

  On it, there’s a video playing live: someone is staring out the window of a car as it rolls into a private area of JFK airport. There’s a limo waiting next to a hangar, a woman in a black skirt and button-up blouse waiting next to it.

 
“Here we go,” I whisper to myself, holding my breath as Daphne’s body takes over the screen.

  Yeah, I know, I shouldn’t be doing this. But we’re talking about what might turn out to be the largest acquisition of a company ever, and I know that Ares is employing every dirty trick in the book. I have no proof of it (yet, at least), but I’m certain that he’s spying on me. So, the only logical thing is for me to fight back; I hired a few ex-CIA operatives working in the private sector and set up my own surveillance team.

  The moment they got to work I knew I was getting my money’s worth. It took them less than 24 hours to get ahold of Ares’ schedule and, once I found out that he was meeting Daphne at one of Union Airlines’s hangars, supposedly to check on the planes, I gave them the go ahead to start using bugs.

  It’s thanks to these guys that I’m watching everything unfold right now: they’ve managed to plant a bug in the lapel of Ares’ jacket. It’s a small cam, and right now it’s feeding everything that’s happening straight into my laptop. The wonders of technology, huh? Corporate espionage has never been this easy.

  Maybe you think that I’m an asshole for stooping this low, but let me assure you, this is nothing when it comes to the upper echelons of the business world. Governments have been toppled for much less than one trillion dollars.

  “You’re late,” I hear Daphne say as Ares steps out of his car and, even though I can’t see his face, I can already imagine the shit-eating grin he has on his lips.

  “Fashionably late,” he corrects her, shaking her hand and then waving at the Boeing 777 parked inside the cavernous hangar. “Is this it?”