Scott's Satin Sheets (5 page)

She cried out, but then immediately bit her lip to squelch it, and their eyes met again in the mirror. She looked positively obscene and beautiful. And damn, she was tight, her pussy holding on to him like a velvet glove.

“How’s that feel, honey?”

She still sounded pouty, in a sexy way. “Big,” she promised. “So big in me.”

He leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “And you like big?”

She let her eyes fall shut, sighing. “God, yes. Now fuck me, damn it.”

Her eyes glittered on him in the mirror and he teased her. “Bossy little rich girl.”

“Do it,” she commanded without an ounce of humor.

Shit. She wanted to be fucked—he’d fuck her, all right. He’d fuck her pretty little brains out. Holding tighter to her round hips, he thrust deep into her enveloping warmth with a hot groan. She clenched her teeth, still clearly trying to stay quiet, but he could tell it was difficult. He drove into her again, again, getting lost in watching the pleasure on her face, in how hot and hard she had him, in how damn warm and wet she was.

And then he let go completely, delivering powerful stroke after stroke, soon going faster, faster, his body roiling with heat and pleasure as beads of perspiration rolled down his chest, stomach.

He let his eyes shut, teeth gritted, seeing kaleidoscope colors as every sensation contributed to his lust. Her hot little whimpers, the slap of his body against hers with each thrust, the utter warmth of her skin—and her pussy. Hell, even just knowing he was doing the iconic “boss’s daughter”.

But when he opened his eyes, he found her gaze back on him, in the mirror. Her tanned cheeks were flushed with passion, her eyes drooped with lust, her pink lips parting softly. She looked like a dirty dream, a centerfold, a porn star, what every guy fantasizes about. But there was somehow more in her eyes. Secrets. Things she wasn’t saying. Somehow it made him want to pleasure her all the more.

It made him want to…give her more of what she clearly needed so bad.

It made him at once want to play rough and…go softer, slow things down.

But for now, he settled for playing rough. He briskly moved his hands from her hips around to her gorgeous tits, which bounced in her dress with every stroke. He closed his grasp over them fully, squeezing, and she gasped, arching them deeper into his palms.

Yet he needed more, so he dug his fingers brusquely into the little black half-circles of fabric holding them—and yanked down. Her tits came tumbling out and she groaned. In the mirror he studied them—somewhere between medium and large, and pretty damn beautiful. Her nipples stood fully erect, dark pink, perfect. He closed his hands back over them, catching those hot pink peaks between his fingers, squeezing as he continued pounding into her softest flesh from behind. “Oh God,” she moaned. “
Oh
God
.”

Soon, his rich girl was fully bent at the waist, the upper half of her body lying across the dresser. She pressed perfectly manicured hands flat against the wood surface, occasionally curling her fingers inward as if trying to grab on to something for purchase as he fucked her so hard and deep. At one point she knocked over an expensive-looking perfume bottle, at another point a hairbrush was propelled to the floor. And as his hands curved back around her sweet ass now, he realized that he’d fucked her to the point of depleting her energy, and he decided maybe the time had come for that softer, slower sex he’d thought of a few minutes ago.

When he went still, then pulled out of her—aw, God, it was hard to leave that soft, warm place—she slowly looked over her shoulder, still bent over the dresser. “What’s wrong?”

“I want you naked, in that bed.” He pointed. “You promised me satin sheets.”

Slowly she rose up, turning to him with a soft yet lecherous smile. “So I did.”

“Take your dress off,” he said. He’d seen all the key parts of her body already, but he’d meant what he said—he wanted her naked.

Looking utterly lascivious with her hair half falling down around her shoulders now, little Miss Albright reached up to lower her shoulder straps one by one, then she reached behind her for a zipper. A second later she was shrugging the fancy black frock to the floor. “Nice,” he murmured. A gut reaction. Now he knew she had a perfect little tummy to go with those perfect tits, perfect ass, and perfect legs.

When she bent to remove one sparkly high-heeled shoe, he said, “No. Those can stay on.”

She smiled, and he added, “Lie down.”

Then he watched as she turned back a plush leopard-print coverlet to reveal pink satin sheets underneath. They looked slick and smooth as she slid down onto them, and now—
now
—she looked like a centerfold. And Scott felt like a lucky, lucky man.

Up to this moment, he’d been thinking a lot—about who she was, how rich, how dangerous, how he was putting himself at risk. But now he stopped thinking altogether about anything but how gorgeous she was and the hot urges of his body.

“Your turn,” she said, looking like a delectable confection lying in pink satin icing.

“Take off your clothes.”

But as he began to shed his vest, then unbutton his white shirt, her eyes focused on the part of him already revealed—his cock still stood at full attention.

“Do you have more of those?” She pointed to his erection.

“Cocks?” he asked, arching one brow in amusement.

She cast a playful smirk. “Condoms.”

“Sure,” he said.

“Then can you take that one off? I want to see you.”

In response, Scott peeled the rubber up and over the head of his shaft, tossing it in a wastebasket by the dresser.

And Payton gasped. “Oh my.”

“Like what you see, rich girl?” he asked with a wink.

“
Very
much.” She bit her lip, still studying him there.

And he stayed aware of her hazel gaze on him as he discarded his shirt, then kicked off his shoes and socks before pushing his pants and underwear to the floor.

By the time he was naked, he needed more of her so wasted no time falling into bed atop her pretty body. And at the combined sensations—her soft, curving skin and those slick pink sheets touching him—Scott forgot everything but Payton Albright and pleasure.

Lifting his hands to her face, her kissed her—slow at first, but it quickly turned more ravenous. Before he knew it, she was nibbling on his lower lip and closing her fist around his cock. “Damn, honey,” he murmured when she bit him a little.

“Sorry, but you make me hungry.”

As he ran his palms over the curve of her waist, up onto her soft breasts, he said, “I can think of something better for you to eat.”

Kissing him again, she smiled into his eyes. “Me too,” she replied, then began to briskly kiss her way down his body. Knowing what was coming, his erection went somehow even more rigid—and shit, he loved how she didn’t hesitate, how she went right for it.

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered when she flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock, now wet with pre-come.

“Mmm,” she purred, and the sound stretched all through him like a ribbon of heat.

Then she went down on him, plain and simple—she sank her pretty lips over the circumference of his shaft and took at least half his length into her mouth. Then she began to move up and down.

Scott simply watched her, amazed, and now
he
was the one trying to hold in his moans. He wasn’t usually loud during sex, but something about Payton Albright giving him a vigorous blowjob quickly drove him to new heights of arousal. “That’s so good, honey, so fucking good,” he praised her as her moist lips slid over him again, again.

“That’s right, suck that big cock.”

She appeared fully into her task, and though she seemed unable to take him especially deep, it didn’t dampen his pleasure any. Because so much of that pleasure was visual—the way she looked, still bejeweled in diamonds, taking his erection into her mouth, her hair all messy, lipstick all gone. He felt somehow as if he’d unmasked her—turned her into a wealthy, proper socialite gone bad.

Of course, she’d been bad before tonight—she’d been bad this morning, and probably long before. But he still liked the idea of having taken this perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed, perfectly made-up girl and getting her messy, of finding entirely different kinds of perfection in her. Because her lips on his dick felt pretty damn perfect.

And her fist pumping the rest of his length was damn near perfect too. He couldn’t resist thrusting lightly, fucking her mouth—and he loved it that she never backed off, never even flinched, simply took what he was compelled to give her.

And then she released him from her hand—just long enough to gather part of the top sheet in her grip and wrap it around his hard cock as she resumed her pumping motions.

“Aw—aw shit,” he groaned. Fuck. He’d never felt anything like that slick satin sheet on his cock. What the hell? How could a fucking
sheet
feel that good? Then again, she’d promised him it would. But he couldn’t have anticipated the extra jolt of pleasure a little slick fabric would bring.

Still sucking him for all she was worth, she continued working the satin over the part of his shaft outside her mouth, and Scott thought he’d explode—way too fast. But he also didn’t have the strength to tell her to stop. This was…this was like being swallowed in pleasure. Surrounded. Overwhelmed. His fingers threaded into her hair as he watched and enjoyed, soaking it all up. “You suck me good, babe. Keep going,” he prodded her, still thrusting toward her throat, even a little harder now.

She was a dream. A fucking fantasy. He let his eyes fall shut, sinking, sinking somehow deeper into those enveloping sheets. “Fuck,” he murmured. “Fuck, I’m gonna come soon.”

And that’s when she stopped—backing off his cock, and letting go of it too.

His eyes jolted open to find her smiling down at him even as she lifted one leg over his body. “If you’re about to come, I want you to take me for a ride first.”

Part of him was selfishly frustrated, but he couldn’t help grinning up at her in return. “Climb on, rich girl,” he told her.

He liked the way she looked hovering above him and slid his hands up her slender outer thighs as his gaze lowered to her smoothly shaven cunt. She balanced moistly upon the tip of his erection, her fist back around it now—and then she slowly sank down.

“Oh! Oh Christ,” she sobbed. “So big. So big.”

He knew girls tended to feel a cock more when they were on top, so he said, “Too big?”

She bit her lip, peering down at him, and even as she looked positively pained, she said, “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I want it. I’ll get used to it.” She moved around a little again, clearly trying to adjust.

“Why don’t
I
get on top?” he suggested.

But she shook her head. “I want to come again.”

He grinned at her, eyes half shut in lust. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make you come.”

“That’s what all the pirates say,” she teased him. “But I want what I want.”

“What is it you want, rich girl?”

“
You
fucked
me
. Now
I
want to fuck
you
.”

He blinked, his cock still stuffed up into her tight little pussy. “Is there really a difference?”

And her eyes widened in response. “Yes. I’m calling the shots now.”

He tilted his head against the satin pillowcase. “I’m not sure you ever
quit
calling the shots. I told you I’d be whatever you wanted me to be tonight and I meant it.”

“Well then, right now I want you to let me fuck you.” Fortunately, she seemed to be getting more comfortable on his dick, squirming a bit, and now even beginning to grind a little.

“It’s not too big anymore, is it?”

She shook her head. “I told you I’d get used to it.” She bit her lip. “And now I want to ride it hard, like a cowgirl.”

He grinned. “Go for it, baby. Ride me as hard as you want.”

And that’s exactly what she did.

Suddenly, she seemed all too able to handle his size, beginning to buck and grind on him, pressing her palms to his chest, a move that pushed her tits beautifully together. “Mmm, let me suck those,” he said, just then beginning to move a little himself, pumping up into her now that she could handle it. He liked not only that he’d felt
that
big to her but also that she’d been determined to take it. Aggressive little thing.

In response to his request, she leaned over him, dangling her breasts near his face until he reached out with his mouth to latch on to one hard nipple. “Mmm,” he moaned at finally getting one of her tits into his mouth, and he didn’t bother being gentle—she rode him with vigor now, so he sucked her hard.

She squealed a little, but rather than let up, he suckled her deeper, still harder.

And she let out a series of hot, rhythmic little moans, and she breathed, “Yes, baby, yes—it’s so good, I’m gonna come on you,” and then the orgasm washed over her. Her head fell back, her sobs grew deeper, and she undulated on him still more violently. He thrust up into her, loving every second of her orgasm, every lush moment of sex with her on those soft satin sheets that really did feel as if they were hugging him at moments.

When finally she began to come back down from the climax, she collapsed against his chest and said, “Oh wow, that was nice.”

“Just nice?” he asked.

“Okay, it was fucking hot,” she said, “but I was trying to be a lady.”

And he couldn’t help laughing.

“What?” she lifted her head to ask, looking a little aghast at his laughter.

“I’d rather have you be exactly what you are than a lady.”

“What am I?”

“The perfect fuck.”

She bit her lip, looking both pleased and aroused. “In that case, I’m going to fuck you perfectly—until you come,” she said. And then she began to slide up and down his length in slow, smooth strokes, making sure they both felt it all the way up and all the way down.

“Aw, that’s good, baby,” he assured her, his voice actually going a little shaky.

“Keep going.”

She did. More slow rises and descents that ensured he felt every slick glide, every hugging inch of her tight pussy.