“What are we toasting to?”
“To tonight.” He says, and I nod. Our eyes remain locked as we clink champagne flutes. “To tonight,” I repeat and bring the glass to my lips, letting the bubbles take over, willing them to go straight to my head so that I can continue pretending that this agreement lasts forever, and not just for tonight.
Mr. Ford smiles at me, making the game all that much easier. For tonight he’s my rich, billionaire husband, and I’m the love of his life. For tonight, as I agreed to be, I belong to him.
8
Mr. Ford
I’ve never toldanyone about my past. Olivia might be made of pure magic, although I don’t necessarily feel good indulging in the details. It was a long time ago, and I hope that learning about my past doesn’t make her see me as weak. As I unlock the door to the apartment, I realize that it doesn’t matter. I’m about to show her just how strong I really am. Even though, this woman has been making my knees buckle beneath me since the moment I saw her sleeping in my office.
Olivia brushes past me into the dark entry, and before the door is even closed I’ve got her pressed up against the wall, my mouth engulfing hers. I take one arm and push it up over her head and she moans into my mouth. She wraps her heel around my thigh, pulling my body closer to her.
My hand trails up her skirt and I waste no time rubbing my finger up and down her soaking wet slit. She tilts her pelvis into me as I slide two fingers into her, stretching her out, prepping her for my cock. “I love your pussy.” I tell her. “So tight and wet.”
She responds with another moan as I kiss down her neck and into her cleavage. Unable to take it anymore I leave my finger buried deep in her and groan. “Take off your dress.”
Olivia reaches down, grabs the hem and shimmies the dress over her head. Her giant breasts rise and fall against her soft ribs and I nearly come on the spot. My mouth engulfs her puffy pink nipple, stiffening under my tongue. My sweet Sleeping Beauty drips her juices down my arm as I continue sawing in and out of her, taking quick breaks to draw her wetness out and circle her clit with it. Her body pulses beneath my touch and I love it. I love the feeling of total domination.
She needs to know that sheismine, if only for tonight. But how can I let her go after this? The truth is that I can’t. I lower myself to the ground and kiss down her stomach, making my way to her silky mass of hair quenched in her own juices. I take a good, long whiff of her fragrant cunt.Mycunt.
Olivia throws both arms up, smacking the wall behind her with her knuckles. I flick my tongue over her clit, licking and sucking as hard as I can. Olivia fucks my face as I continue fingering her, and licking every inch of every sweet, juicy surface around my fingers.
“I think I’m going to come.” She says, her pussy twitching and gripping my finger.
From deep in her cunt, I look up at her. Those tits of hers jiggling, nipples hard as fuck, and I suck her clit long and hard as her head taps the wall behind her. Her hips grind against my face, her juices coating my nose and chin and goddamn there’s nothing in the world I’d rather taste.
When she’s done, I kiss her stomach, wiping off some of the juices on her skin. When I come back up, she pulls me to her. Olivia’s tongue darts in and out of my mouth. “I love that you taste like me.” She says.
“You taste amazing, Olivia.” I tell her, my cock about to burst in my pants. “Perfect, sweet and innocent.”
Olivia grips me by the back of my hair. My eyes bolt open, not expecting such a sudden move of dominance on her part. “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Ford. Please, I can’t wait any more.”
“I love hearing you beg for it, Olivia.” I grip her breast and roll her nipple around between my finger and thumb. When I give it a tight little squeeze, she gasps. “Beg for it some more.” I tell her.
“Fuck me, Mr. Ford. Please. I can’t go another second without your cock inside of me.” That’s it, Imm about to come in my pants and I know I’ve got to get buried deep inside of her right this second.
“Go down to the sofa.” I say, barely able to contain myself. “Bend over the arm.” Olivia’s eyes light up and I force myself to pull away from her. As she passes I give her ripe, round ass a little slap. She jumps a little before giggling. I tug at my tie as she saunters down the stairs, her full curvy body moving like a goddess in the light coming in from the window. She really is perfect. A body like that was cut from marble by the gods themselves.
She flips her hair over her shoulder and presses her stomach against the arm of the sofa. “Like this?” She says, and bends over giving me a glistening view of her center.
“Oh my God.” I groan, ripping at my tie. I unbutton my shirt on the way down there, eager to get to my sweet Sleeping Beauty. “Yes, Olivia. You’re fucking beautiful. And you’re mine.”
I throw my shirt on the floor and quickly remove my pants. My cock springs to life once my boxers are off. I grab my cock with one hand and stroke it, watching her gorgeous body draped over my expensive sofa. “I’m going to shove my cock so deep inside of you. Raw. Unprotected. And you’ll love every inch of it entering that tight, sweet little virgin cunt of yours. In fact, you’ll be begging for more before the night’s over.”
One night. Only one night. I’ve got to make it count.
“Now,” I say, and press the tip of my cock to her dripping wet opening. “Tell me who you belong to, Olivia.” I press the bulbous tip into her.
“Oh my god.” She whines as I stretch my way into her.
“Not the answer I was looking for, beautiful.”
“I’m yours.” Her voice is barely audible as I take another plunge deeper into her, slowly stretching her to accommodate my girth.
“Louder, Olivia.”
“I’m yours, Mr. Ford. Oh fuck! Fuck!” Watching her open for me is like nothing I’ve ever seen before and it takes all of my concentration not to bust a load inside of her before I’m even all the way inside.