I take a deep breath and pull my dress straps down my arms. I drag the cloth over my breasts till it's about my waist. I hook my fingers on it and wiggle my hips, letting the cloth slip down my legs to my feet.

His shoes click as he takes a step toward me, but I resist turning around to face him. He slides his fingers along the dimples in my lower back and up to my shoulder blades, pausing to unhook my bra clasp. The cups drop over my breasts with one movement.

I half-expect him to yank my straps, but he steps back. My arms move automatically when he says, "Take it off." I slide the straps down my arms and let the bra fall over my clothes. My nipples are hard and craving his fingers, lips, and skin.

He's quiet for a while. I shut my eyes as he appreciates my body and the air around us becomes heavier and electrifying. I can almost feel his intense desire to watch me take off my thong, but he waits, letting our bodies burn with anticipation.

"You look so wonderful," he adds, rubbing his body into mine. My hands travel to the wall and I automatically thrust my ass towards him, squeezing his groin. I moan as I feel his massive bulk vibrating with hunger and want. He ties my waist and pushes me into him while bucking his hips. He's thick and lengthy, the largest I've felt...

I wiggle my hips, his bulging jeans pulling on my ass cheeks. Paul drags his free hand up and down my side, hooking his fingers on my thong and pulling savagely. One tug and he rips my thong apart, the cloth falling down so quickly I gasp.

His lips are on my neck as I grind my ass on his cock, desperate to strip him. I reach behind my back to touch his crotch, but he grabs my wrist and pins my arm there.

I halt when he says, "Stop." We're inches apart, and the thought that I could reach out and rip his top off is driving me crazy. My body responds without my head having to filter his directions.

As soon as my knees contact the floor, my heart starts racing as I fixate on the large bulk in his trousers.

As he unbuckles his belt, I add, "I want it bad." I can't blink because I'm so focused. Slowly, he tosses his belt on the floor and unbuttons his crotch. My heart beats faster with each button he undoes. His cock strains against his boxer underwear with each button he pops.

Paul pulls my hair and says, "Have it." Our furious, lustful kiss is wild and frantic. When he gets up, I hook my fingers on his jeans and drag them to his knees. I touch his legs and briefs, but never his cock. I want to touch it, but I want to poison his veins with anticipation.

I ran my fingers up and down his waist and boxers. I do it repeatedly, never removing my eyes from his thick form, which pulses more forcefully each time I touch it. I finally press my fingers on his expanding belly. When I feel his huge cock beneath my fingers, I bite my lower lip.

Closing my eyes, I tip my head forward. I separate my lips and suckle his cock over his boxers. It pulses against me, wanting to invade my body. Oh, I give in easily: I catch my fingers on his boxer underwear and tug them down, freeing his cock in a moment. When I see it, my heart flutters. He's huge-and perfect.

I touch his groins and lay my index finger on his shaft while my heart races. Slowly, I glide it from his root to his glans, then back down; I cup his balls, feeling their weight with my palm. Rolling them over my palm fills me with overwhelming longing.

As soon as I realize what I'm doing, I bend forward and direct his shaft to my lips. I separate my lips and place them over his glans, scooping up his pre-cum with my tongue.

His hands are on my head, but he's only feeling my body's soft swing. I lick my tongue over his glans as I move my hand back and forth, feeling his pulsating thickness beneath my fingers.

Looking up, I tilt my head sideways and kiss his shaft from tip to root. The instant we lock eyes, I feel my pussy clench-something primitive and wild roars within me, and I know I'll lose control in a few heartbeats.

I open my mouth wide and, pushing forward, wrap my lips securely around his tip; I keep moving forward, his shaft rolling over my lips and tongue as he penetrates deep inside of my mouth. I feel pressure on my mouth and cheeks, but I keep going. I stop when I feel his cock at the back of my throat.

My head bobbles over his cock. I race from his tip to his base, grasping his balls with one hand. I rub his shaft with my free hand and tongue.

He grabs my hair and pushes me to stop. I glance up at him, still holding his cock, and he smiles. Deviously, he thrusts, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. His cock pounding me fiercely moves so quickly I had to open my lips wide. As his shaft rockets in and out of me, I wonder how it will feel on my pussy.

He keeps his hand on my head and lets it descend to my breasts. Slowing his pace, he circles my erect nipple and right breast. When he takes his cock out of my mouth, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I gasp and stroke him as quickly as I can.

I rush forward, my parted lips resting on his shaft as he presses on my breast. I lick his cock sideways, sliding my lips and tongue down to his balls, where I take one in and swirl it around within me while I stroke him fiercely. Seeing him with his eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure makes me feel triumphant.

Paul pulls my hair and twists my head back, locking my eyes on his. He's panting and pursing his lips. "Stand," he says. I reluctantly release his cock and get up.

In a second, he's on me, pressing his body against mine. He presses me against the wall, holding my left breast and buttock. I toss my head back, and he nibbles my neck and lips. We kiss recklessly, my hands on his collar.

Trembling, I start unbuttoning his shirt. Once the final button is undone, I move my hands from his stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From his nicely sculpted abs to his arm muscles, everything about him appears flawless.

As I take his shirt off, he grabs me by the hips and turns me around. I put my hands on the wall and face it, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

As he kicks off his shoes, I stand there and scarcely breathe. I hear his trousers rustling and can almost imagine him stripping nude; I want to glance over my shoulder, but I resist. He breathes on my neck. As his lips caress my neck, I instinctively shut my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and kisses my ear.

He puts a finger on my spine below my neck and says,

"You'll scream," he traces my spine with his finger. "Then you'll beg me to fuck you," he practically growls, touching my ass cheeks. As his words cloud my reasonable thinking, I shake and shudder. Moan, scream, and beg-that's ultimate cuisine.

I echo him, my voice quivering and feeble. As I talk, he caresses my damp leg folds. "I'll... plead!" His finger pushes beyond my pussy lips and burrows deep into me as I gasp.

Slowly, he runs it along my pussy again. He pauses when he circles and presses my clit. It's stronger than me; I groan.

"That's a start," he says, slipping his finger in. He flicks his wrist and fingers me in a pendulum manner, accelerating each time. When he puts another finger into my pussy, I stop moaning. I clench my teeth and scream through them as warm energy floods my muscles.

He fucks me with two fingers till I can't stand it. I push my forehead against the wall and scream, my muscles convulsing with ecstasy. When I scream, he rotates his wrist and rubs my G-spot with his fingers. My throat hurts as I scream louder.

"Fuck..." I whisper, words falling like a spell. "Fuck you, Paul..." My honeyed voice repeats. "Please."

"I told you you'd beg," he says, massaging my G-spot.

"Please, please," I chant.

"I love the way you plead, Arcadia," he says, removing his fingers from my pussy and sliding them up my tummy. He puts his fingers on my lips, and I open my mouth to feel my own fluids. I suck his fingers dry as he glides them in and out of my mouth, and then he moves them around my neck and down my back, following the curve of my buttocks.

I've stopped screaming, but I'm still gritting my teeth. I groan loudly as he touches my ass crack. Gently pressing between my ass cheeks, he finds my anus and draws beautiful circles around it. My body tenses up as he slips it in an inch without warning.

OMG! I mutter, giddy with glee. "Paul,... I'm done. Now... Please."

I can practically feel his naughty smile. He removes his finger from my ass and presses his cock between my thighs .

His cock pierces my hips like a spear and buries itself to the hilt. I don't yell or scream-for a few seconds, I stop breathing, simply enjoying his pleasure. His big cock fills me up as no other guy has before. Paul's cock seemed made to fuck me.

I imagined having anything that big inside would hurt. Incorrect. If there's pain, it's masked by pleasure and hard to perceive.

Slowly, he pushes his cock out, just to bury it again. As he pushes, time fades. Seconds become minutes, then hours. His body on mine is the most exquisite thing I've ever felt. When he pushes harder, I nearly erupt with a shower of groans. His thighs smack my ass so hard that the sound fills the room.

He laced my waist with one arm and reached for my clit with two fingers. When he puts even a little pressure, I scream so loud I'll have a sore throat tomorrow. Worry?

I come at him like a madwoman, pressing my hips so hard that he slides his cock deeper. I clench my teeth as his shaft presses against my inner walls.

My forehead is still pushed against the wall as I orgasm perfectly. Before the climax has dissipated, he's pistoning into me again, his body moving so perfectly that I wish he'd keep going forever.

God... I mumble to no one as my arms weaken and I lean against the wall. Still with his fingers on my clit, he circles it quickly, electrifying my entire body.

"Come for me, Arcadia," he urges me. "Do... Don't hesitate. " I hiss between clinched teeth as my body convulses. I'm fatigued, yet I want more.

"More." As he removes his cock from my pussy, I implore him. "More..."

"Don't worry, I'm not done," he replies, grabbing my waist and spinning me around. I spin around and our eyes meet. From now on, I won't have to beg him to fuck me.

He quickly inserts one hand under my right buttock and compels me to elevate my leg. I tie it around his waist and over his ass, and he comes readily, holding my other buttock and hoisting me up. Crossing my knees behind his back, I throw my arms over his shoulders as he bends his cock toward my pussy. He thrusts with a passionate smile, his cock separating my lips in a blink.

This time he doesn't develop the rhythm-he goes all in from the start, swinging his hips so fast it's hard to tell whether he's thrusting in or out. Our tongues struggle while our bodies move in a sinful and lustful dance.

I'm not naïve or innocent, and I have experience, however... Oh, wow. I've never been fucked so hard that blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every nerve ending.

When I first saw Paul, I thought he was a strip club creep.

His thighs move so rapidly it should be physically impossible. Still holding me by the ass, he pulls my cheeks apart and gently caresses my anus, sending my head into sensory overload. His cock ripping me, his finger on my ass, his chest on my nipples...

My neck muscles tighten as I scream. When he feels my body tensing, he pushes harder on my anus and slips it halfway in, causing my ass to tighten.

Instead of letting me appreciate my pleasure, he continues pushing. I dig my nails into his back to draw blood. He doesn't care; he just continues fucking me .

Scratching his back, I feel my eyeballs roll. I can't believe I haven't passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.

His cock goes in and out of me furiously, ravishing me while my muscles spasm like I'm having a seizure.

I see his cock spasming into my pussy, even though I can hardly feel anything except ecstasy. He's on the brink, which is excellent because I couldn't take another minute of such joy.

His cock twitches violently, pouring warm sperm into me. As he comes, he stops moving and fills me with cum ropes.

As his cock stops spasming, he lowers me. I quiver as he carefully takes it out of me. I lean against the wall, tip my head back, and breathe deeply; when I open my eyes, he's on his knees. When we meet, he flashes a vicious smile. Without suddenly, he presses his lips on my pussy; I instinctively place my hands on his head as he licks my folds.

God... His lips dry my folds as I murmur. He licks his come while jabbing my insides with his tongue. He pulls back and stands, never leaving my gaze. He doesn't utter a word, simply leans towards me with open lips and glistening semen.

As he kisses me, I shut my eyes and put my tongue in his lips. His salty taste overwhelms me, so I open my lips wide. I suck all his come, feeling it stream down my chin. My heart is about to explode when my mouth is full.

He says, "Swallow," I execute his instruction without filtering. Every drop of come burns my throat with its macho taste. "Good girl," he says, kissing me.

Paul's pov

The sun waking me up from arguably the most comfortable fucking sleep I've ever had in my life. I turn to see blonde hair and a wrapped arm.

Today I really grin when I feel Arcadia 's nails delicately scratch across my chest. I let my thoughts wander as I felt her thigh snuggle itself against my exposed crotch. My cock gets excited when I feel her tight, perky ass. Her pussy is on my thigh.

In another room, I hear beeping. I sigh. Video phone, Brooke probably. The beeps or bells become louder when someone tries to contact me.

I cautiously escape Arcadia and get out of bed.

I saw her gorgeous sleeping body. Her lips is wide while she breathes, and I want to wake her awake and devour her pussy. Then fuck her till she passes out like she nearly did last night. Cum on her and have her drain me. I'm dying to fuck her. This will cause difficulties. Nope.

However...

Fuck it. Yes, I said "fucking."

The buzzer interrupts my sexual dream, so I go to the living room. It's Brooke phoning. I answer the phone nude. Brooke won't mind seeing me shirtless since I set the camera to record only my upper body. I wouldn't want him to see my cock.

Brooke apologizes for calling Paul so early. He's at his downtown office wearing a suit and tie. The man must leave t at 5 a.m.

"No problem, Brooke," I answer as I switch on the coffee machine. "Can I help?"

Brooke responds, "I have excellent news, if you want to call it that." Mr. Greenwood has heard from his clients that we may have preliminary offers on a couple more houses.

Brooke hesitates before responding. "He's willing to buy anything, sir."

I could end Dad's smut business in one shot?

I raise an eyebrow. "At once?"

"He looks willing to take all your property. I'd propose doing it piecemeal instead. "

"Brooke, whose lawyer is this?" If I'm selling Dad's life work, I want to know to whom.

Brooke responds, "I'll find out."

I remark into the video display, "I'm not comfortable selling the firm if I don't know to whom." "I want to know where these people's jobs are going."

Brooke agrees. "We wouldn't sell to a dubious person, but..."

Brooke grins. "A particular character will characterize the market," he says. He's right.

I tell Brooke, "Good." Why not sell the strip club portfolio and see what happens?

Selling strip clubs doesn't bother me. Strip club managers and bouncers are the only true workers,

"Agreed, let's finish the papers. What's the earliest we can sign...? Brooke stops me from finishing.

"I suppose we can address this later today, sir," he says on the display. He's ignoring me. "Sorry to disturb you, Paul." You slept alone?"

Arcadia is standing at my bedroom door. She's in my collared shirt and staring towards the living room.

She's really adorable.

Brooke hangs up before I can register. Considering we were selling off bits of a sex empire, he undoubtedly felt uneasy.

Who cares about business when the sexiest fucking female is standing next to me wearing my shirt?

"Who was it?" Arcadia asks, approaching me.

"My lawyer, Brooke," I respond, feeling my cock hardening. Arcadia observes.

"I overslept," she sighs.

Standing motionless, I say, "Okay." "I was going to bed..."

"No, that's alright," Arcadia responds, fiddling with the controls. She has bed head, and for the millionth time I think she's adorable.

"What'd he say?" Arcadia asks me. "Strip clubs?"