Curved (11 page)

If I couldn’t have my club, then at least I could have Joseph.

Running faster now, I picked up speed, nudging my shoulder along a crowd of people passing from out of a subway tunnel. I pushed harder, causing a ruckus, someone yelling at me, grabbing at my coat jacket—but I kept onward, my head focused, my eyes directly in front of me.

“I’m coming,” I said to myself, “I’m coming.”

***

My cunt lips were wet walking down the street, almost dripping down my legs. I blushed as I moved about the people of Manhattan, nearly falling over from the crazed ecstasy taking a hold of my mind.

I needed to get off—to get Angela off, to get Ricarda off, to get Zena off and away from me.

I had little inhibitions anymore—the only ones holding me back now relegated to the corners of my brain.

So what if I didn’t really know Joseph? I could get to know him. I could fuck him and dump him same way that those bitches did me.

God, rage and fury melted across my skin, boiled out of my pores, wended through my body like a snake.

“There you are,” Joseph said, when he opened up the door. I lay my hand on the wall outside his apartment, leaning seductively into him.

“How are you?”

Joseph’s eyebrows raised. “You look different today,” he said, “have you… It’s like you’re much more confident than before.”

I laughed, probably too much, but now I was enjoying myself—freed from my obligations to the homeless, freed from my baggage.

“I’m still not sure where we stand,” I said, twirling my hair, “but I would love to come in and… You know…”

Were these my words? Was I really saying this?

Yes. Yes I was. Still annoyed by my day, I remembered greatly the pleasure Joseph had incited in me, the pleasure he gave me willingly, and the pleasure I willingly accepted.

He gave me more fire than anyone else had in the city.

“I want you,” I mumbled. “Joseph.”

He smiled, dragging his hands across my hips, pressing his lips against my forehead. “Oh? You were very timid the other day,” he said. “Like you didn’t want to be around me.”

“When a girl knows what she wants, she knows. I wasn’t sure then, that’s true, but now? I… I want you.”

He pulled me inside, kicking the door shut.

Then he slammed me against the wall of his foyer, his fingers creeping into my cunt. I split my legs apart immediately, squatting low so that he could shove the rest of his hand up my canal. Some of his fingers dipped onto my clit, and I writhed in place, dancing over his palms.

“Wow,” he said, my slit throbbing, “you’re very needy today.”

“I am,” I said, breathing heavily. Joseph tore off my clothes, starting first with my jeans, working his way around to my bra, my shirt, ripping it all off with his muscular strength. I watched as his chest expanded across his dress shirt, the buttons nearly popping off. “Oh, oh, God…”

In a way, I was getting back at all the people who had betrayed me. By having sex with the strongest man in the universe? The man who controlled billions of dollars in assets, billions of dollars of accountancy every day?

The man who all the girls envied, who all the girls lusted after.

Joseph. My man.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Please, fuck me.”

Joseph’s eyes glimmered, his biceps lifting me high, his hands fondling my clit to climax.

“Slow down,” I said, “you might make me orgasm too early!”

The electric shocks bolted around the crevices of my folds, my curvy body shaking vigorously, my arms flailing to my sides uncontrollably, my legs kicking, my back arching.

“Oh,” Joseph said, “I’ve got something for you…”

I groped for his cock, the rising of his penis deep below me. I sensed it before ahead of time, the slow expansion of his hands measurable in my hands, before my eyes. I unzipped him carefully, rolling my fingertips across the tender mushroom head, his cock exploding with pre-come just so, enough to make the ends of my fingers sticky, wet, warm.

“Oh,” I mumbled, “yes, yes…”

“You like that?” Joseph said. “Yes, I know you do.”

He threw me on the bed, thrashing me down on the sheets, my head nearly knocking onto the wooden board supporting his mattress. I clutched the sheets in my fists, turning my head to the side, anchoring my cunt against the center of the bed.

Sticking my ass into the air, I pressed my face into a pillow, Joseph’s hands swiveling behind me, groping my neck, feeling the bone there, right before he placed an ounce of pressure in against the roots of my hair.

“Oh,” I gasped, “pull harder.”

“I can… If you come my way,” Joseph said, tugging on my hair harder. I craned my neck, allowing him into my canal further.

All the thoughts that had troubled me over the day—everything that had happened—it dissipated in the face of Joseph.

“Right,” Joseph whispered, cranking his cock into my cunt lips. He slathered down into the crevices of my canal a long line of pre-come, white hot energy. I groaned as his hands gripped my nipples, rubbing the exterior edges, his nails bristling my skin roughly.

“Damn,” I mumbled, turning my head to the side, “Joseph… Joseph…”

“You really are different this time,” he said, twisting my head over. I moaned as ecstasy ballooned in my chest, my lungs becoming lifted with a weightlessness. Holding the bed sheets, I jutted my ass up, allowing him the rest of my canal.

I gasped, taking in what he had said. And his cock. The full weight of it, expansive, illustrious, his raw meat!

He squirted another blast of pre-come, filling me up entirely, making me whole with his beef.

“Something happened today,” I mumbled, “oh, just fuck me. I don’t want to think about it.”

He swung me around, holding me up against his chest, his cock bending into my ass, carving straight for the back end of my cunt. I held my head up by his clavicle, near his shoulder, resting there, staring at the ceiling.

His hands—oh, his hands, they met around the center of my breasts, squeezing tight, pre-come escaping from my cunt and mixing with my clit juices.

“Don’t want to talk about it?” Joseph said, thrusting his hips. I exclaimed in passionate euphoria, the world’s envy: the full force of Joseph’s cock. Inside me! I thrashed, my breasts bouncing in front of me, my hair curving across my neck. “Don’t want to say anything more?”

“I’m… You know, I’m pretty sure I would make a damn good president,” I said. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Joseph said, pressing me down slowly, “maybe.”

“Maybe?” I said, my teeth clattering. “I think I would make a brilliant one… Wouldn’t I?”

Joseph’s cock struck me at my G spot, striking another enervating blast of white, hot pre-come.

I squeezed my thighs tight, as close as they could go, holding him in place. Joseph slid his cock through the pressure, his mushroom head rubbing gently the center of my G spot now.

Every single thrust, even minor, sent me to heaven.

“Yes,” I said, grunting, “I would, I know I would.”

“Is this something about… Class?” Joseph said, indicating with a thrum of his fingers on the side of my hips that he wanted me to turn over. I adjusted myself slowly, feeling the delicate pulse of his cock beating inside me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, the rhythmic dance of his skin on my own—the pump of his blood, the pump of his cock.

I fixated myself on his erect nipples, hiking my legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping over the tops of my kneecaps, squeezing my flesh, my skin—pulling me apart at the seams.

He thrust with his cock, hitting hard my G spot, his cock blasting out a huge load, a load that burst down my legs, crawled over my skin as rivulets, like the rain on a windowpane.

“Yeah,” I sighed, taking a break, although Joseph kept his momentum up, never stopping for a moment. The climax surfaced and bristled every one of my hairs, settling in the core of my mind, the passion, the fury of orgasm approaching me, threatening to end my ecstasy. “It’s just… They got rid of me… They fired me.”

“Your little club?” Joseph scoffed. He lifted my legs high to the point where my toes were over my head, my flexibility stretched out to its maximum. “Really?” he said. “You’re little club won’t have any impact on you in the long run.”

My breasts throbbed, the centers of my nipples exploding with more and more electricity. The burn in my cunt suffused to the other corners of my body, my shoulders, my head, the backs of my knees, even.

“They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, pumping his cock against my G spot, just enough to make me go to the very edge of orgasm. And then he stopped, never giving me release. He smiled at me, gently draping his hands over my hips, sliding them across, down to my ankles, lifting over to cunt, the depths of which his cock still remained, twitching, twitching, twitching.

“What… What you mean?” I said.

“I can do lots of things for you,” Joseph murmured, his voice ringing in my ears. “Listen up, I can make you more than what that little organization was planning to.”

“Is,” I said, gasping. “You don’t understand… That was a passion project for me. With it gone, they’ll go on to do greater things… Without me…”

“No,” he said, his fingers digging into my skin, really gripping my flesh. He scraped his hands across me, spanking me, his cock jabbing my cunt. He pulled to the entrance of my hood, rubbing the length of his shaft across my lips, bobbing his mushroom over my clit once more before going back inside. “No,” he said, rising into my canal, striking across my body an off-center line of pre-come.

The heat stretched like his fingers had, blowing up my insides with an erotic passage, the inferno of his desire.

“I can give you everything you want,” he said, “anything you want. You don’t have to struggle anymore as long as you’re with me… Don’t you see that? You don’t have to want when you’re around me.”

“How?” I said.

“Because I can provide everything you need,” he said. “Everything that you could ever want… And it’s yours.”

I clenched my legs involuntarily, my lungs spasming in my chest, the air evacuating from my throat in quick snatches.

“How?” I gasped. “How? You can’t do all of that for me… I won’t let you.”

“I want to,” he said, his cock building up to the orgasm I knew I had to have. He squeezed his muscles, from the very base of his cock, and bounced his balls against my cunt.

“Oh,” I said, the pleasure of his shaft like a dart against the target that was my G spot. “Oh…”

I opened my mouth, wide, ready to take the spray inside me.

Clenching shut my cavity, I twisted my hips, gyrating in place, his squirting erupting suddenly, my hands squeezing the pillow behind me, my head aching with the sensation of his pounding, thrusting, enormous cock!

The come spurted out from my cunt, bleeding across my skin, in long lines, dripping down to my belly. He smiled at me, spanking my ass, his balls whipping across my skin, the constant force of his sack drilling me.

“There we go,” he said, spanking me harder. He slammed into my G spot while simultaneously groping for more space, for more room. He wiggled his hips from side to side just so, creating enough slippage to yank down to the very outside of my cunt—the quick slipperiness of his cock against my canal made me squirt!