Should I stay, or should I go?
Chapter 2
H
Some might say I was taking a huge risk with the game I was playing but I didn’t give a fuck. When you’re rich, life could become extremely monotonous. When you had seen one luxury apartment, you had seen them all. I had assistants I sent out to do my property investment shit. But I looked at Greens and eye-fucked the photo of the luscious Tiffany Harris. I sent her an email from a non-traceable address, and wondered how she would react. I tricked her landlord into letting one of my men in as a television repairman. Dumb fuck. He hid a camera in her room instead. It’s so easy to hide one these days. I watched as she finger fucked herself last night. She shouted out the word H as she came. She wanted me. She wanted the thrill of me. From what I had been able to find out, she’d had two semi-serious boyfriends in the past. Maybe they could fuck, but they wouldn’t have been able to give her what I could. There’s more in my plan for Tiff, but for now she stood in the bedroom, biting her lip, while she decided on her next move. It had better be towards the bed.
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Jesus Christ! Why hadn’t I left yet?
I’d tell you why. Because the man that stood before me looked like sex on a stick and he wanted to do dirty things to me.
Because I hadn’t been fucked in over three months.
Because I kept picturing that email and the fact that although I told the others it creepped me out, the truth was it made me cream my panties.
Then there was last night and my feverish orgasm from a fantasy that started with a dream man and finished with thoughts of that very email.
He would do all of that with me?
Fuck my mouth with that cock.
Fuck my tits with his huge dick.
My nipples hardened. My breasts strained against my bra trying to make a break for freedom.
I stared up at H. He had that smirk on his face. He thought I was going to bolt.
“This is just between us, right? No one will know what happened in this room?”
“Correct, Miss Harris.”
“I think you should stick with Tiff, if we’re going to fuck, H.” A sly grin pulled at my lips.
I placed my purse and my jacket on the sideboard in the room. Then I stood in front of H and unbuttoned my blouse. He watched; his gaze a far cry from the man who smiled at me in the bar downstairs. He was completely predatory.
I pulled my blouse down my arms and discarded it to the floor. It was very hard to find a good fitting bra when you had tits that poured out over the top and the sides of the cups. I made a note to pay extra to get a proper fitted bra in case I ever found myself in a position like this again. H growled and his hands were on me in a flash.
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nbsp; “Those fucking big titties. They’re more than I even imagined while I was jerking myself off.” He pulled the straps down on either side and pulled my bra down at the front so my boobs broke free, bouncing against my chest.
His mouth descended onto a nipple and he attemped to cup my breast in his hand. His hand might have been large and meaty, but it was no match for my breast. “Christ, I need two hands for one tit.” He dropped one hand and grabbed one of my own and held it against his crotch. He was hard as a rock and I could feel he was about to punch through his own pants if his cock wasn’t freed soon. I opened the button of his suit pants and then lowered the zip. It was a struggle against the size of his erection. As his pants came down, I pulled down his boxers and that enormous cock sprang free. Holy shit! There is no way that monster was going to fit in me. I had never seen anything like it in my life. My previous lovers had been average. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the end of his shaft and I ran my finger over it.
“Taste it.” He demanded.
“You wanted me to smear it with the pink gloss did you not?” I put the droplet on my finger and smeared it onto my lip.
He grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples hard.
“That’s for not doing as I asked. I asked you to taste me. I’ll decide when your mouth gets coated with my cum, not you.”
Oh, he liked to be in charge. Well, I was fine with that. I’m feisty in real life but in the bedroom I could play a part.
He squeezed the end of his dick so another droplet appeared. “Now, taste me.” He demanded once again.
I swiped the bead of pre-cum with my finger and I sucked my finger into my mouth. My finger made a popping sound when I removed it.