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?"

Isn't it? She doesn't know what I do. All this money's source.

Arcadia's eyes widen as I inform her, "I own the strip club you used to work at." "I own the club where we met in the taxi."

"A strip club?" Asks Arcadia.

"Besides," I say. "My dad was big in sex"

"If you owned the club," she says, approaching. Why didn't I dance?

Arcadia softly pulls me back and I settle in the leather chair next to the video call display.

Arcadia cranks up her phone's music.

At 7:47 am, the sexiest lady I've ever encountered is giving me a lap dance.

Arcadia turns her back to me and removes my shirt, exposing her back.

Her toned behind jumps as she shifts weight.

She's not a stripper. Her tanned skin doesn't show neon evenings, and her face is fresh and honest. She doesn't appear like a product designed to seduce. She appears genuine, but not as innocent as the girl next door.

Arcadia glances at me through her hair while I sit nearby. Her hips sway in time with the music. She circles her neck and pulls back her hair.

She struts toward me, her feet turning; she leans forward, her ass at eye level. Her fingers caress her round cheeks as I lay my fingertips on her ass.

Her apple-shaped ass is velvety and blemish-free, with a mild firmness. I trace her ass with my fingers and caress her lower back dimples.

She spins on one heel while swaying her hips. My lips is dry with need as she feels my gaze. She moves his hands over her flat tummy to her tits. As I gently pinch her nipples, she smiles and begs to be licked.

Arcadia comes on top of me and puts her breasts to my lips. As I nibble, I can practically feel her salivating.

She rocks her hips and presses herself into my crotch as I run my tongue over her nipples and touch her nice tits. She presses my face into her cleavage and pulls on my earlobe. As my hands slid to her hips, my cock strained against my jeans.

Her pussy rubs my cock as she straddles me. Her hips move slowly to the soothing music, then fast and hard as her body's rhythm develops. Her pussy warms as it rubs against my erect cock.

As she looks into my eyes, Arcadia realizes something. I think something raw, untamed, and primeval fills her heart and head, tainting her ideas with sex.

Her fingers travel to my face, and she strokes my cheek as she descends down, her knuckles brushing against my chest muscles.

My cock pulsates as hot blood runs through it as I follow her hip motion. I lick a silky nipple while squeezing her breast. She gasps as my teeth graze on her, her fingers resting on my shoulders as her body grinds against mine.

She quickly rises and lowers herself onto my crotch, my cock stiffening as it nestles between her ass cheeks. Her ass rubs against me as her pussy wets. Her hands travel behind her back as she touches my inner thighs, inflaming my thick tip with need; she grips it with her fingers, feeling my cock's head grow.

With one hand still holding her breasts, I glide the other down her back arch. My breathing becomes frantic against her neck as I rub my cock against her ass crack and nestle my shaft between her cheeks.

My eyes ache for the pink meaty cleft between her thighs. I want to devour her, make her moan and scream. With one glance, she can read my face.

She leans towards me and kneels with one hand on my chest and abs. She inhales deeply as she sees my complete cock for the first time.

She grips my cock with both hands. She gently climbs my shaft, her eyes scanning my face for want.

Her tongue slides out of her wide lips and rests on the base of my cock, lubricating it. When she reaches the head, she spreads her mouth wide to relish my manhood and glans. Her lips keep moving over my cock, making it glide over her dancing tongue as it fills her mouth.

My cock nerve endings graze Arcadia's cheeks as I breath softly. This is awesome. She's pressing as hard as she can on my cock, yet she can still grab it with one hand. Her motions send a storm of feelings through my cock and body.

With only her lips, she's ready to make me come. My hands go for her head as I burst within her, but she has other intentions.

Her fingers tighten around my cock as she pulls her head back.

She commands, "Don't even think about it." "Your cock is mine; come when I say."

Despite her bossiness, I nearly grab her by the hair and shoot her in the face. Instead, I grit my teeth and tense my muscles, feeling my semen retreat. Let her lead. See what she's got.

"Good," she murmurs, prodding my head. "Excellent... ?"

Her fingers press me into the leather sofa. She climbs on me fluidly and deliberately, like a tiger preparing to pounce. She rubs my cock's head against her pussy's wet outer lips while whispering in my ear.

With a thrust of my hips, I sheathed my cock deep into her, her warmth engulfing my pounding flesh. She groans as her pussy stretches to accept my thickness. My cock pounds her pussy as I tug her cheeks with my hands.

Fuck, I'm near again, my cum yearning for release. I don't care whether I come in her mouth or pussy, I just want to feel my sperm spilling out in a torrent. Once again, she feels my wants and pulls my hair, her voice against my ear leaving no room for disobedience.

Her hips established a gentler beat, allowing me to regain my breath and gather myself. "You want to cum, right?"