“Since our night at Privé Extreme, I’ve thought about you.” He spoke with huskiness. It was possible Warner had waited to say those exact words to her for quite some time.
“You have?” Heart racing, she felt her upper lip glistening, and her inner thighs had totally just moistened.
“Your beauty, the voice, those breasts…and how you felt in my hands.”
She went from moist to wet as he spoke about her body and reached for her water glass with her free hand. Sweet baby Jesus on an ice cream cone…here he goes.
Glancing around to see if anyone was listening, he lowered his voice. “How warm, wet, and receptive you turned when I fondled you.” He sipped his champagne, held the bubbles in his mouth for a second and swallowed. His Adam’s apple moved, slightly. “Having you in my arms felt enchanting.” He smiled with sincerity.
So she wasn’t crazy. “I felt as though I was tripping on acid.”
“You do acid?”
“No! Not now, but as a teenager a few times. My friends Lex, Vive, Blake, and I tripped for prom and homecoming. Come to think of it, we did it almost every weekend.” She hoped she didn’t sound like a loser.
“What was it like?”
“We fantasized mostly—ya know, tripped. I’d be Princess Lolly from Candy Land.” Taddy bit her lip, realizing she should shut up. She sounded cray-cray. Especially since, as an adult, she hosted a real life Candy Land Ball.
“Your teen years sound well spent.”
Taddy laughed—hard. She let her guard down a little. “The night we met in St. Barth, I assumed the Waris Sugar music made me go into euphoria, those soft candles, or you’d slipped me something.” Repeating the sensation at that point, she felt a spark flow through her.
“I did not roofie you.” Warner’s voice was composed, but his intent stare over her body never ended. It warmed her up hotter than before. “However, I confess to feeling the same trippy way. The next morning I figured my ‘feel good’ came from being with you. I’ve never experienced…”
“What?” Tell me!
“I’m getting ahead of myself.” He grinned, hanging on to the words. “I thought how our lives would be today if Rielle hadn’t screwed it up.”
“And?” Where are you going with this?
“This morning, you would’ve woken in my arms, the same as every morning since the day we met.”
“You’re very romantic.” Convinced her head might fly off her shoulders with excitement, she let go of him and reached for the bread, tearing a piece and hoping for focus. The waiter came over with their meals. He served Taddy first, Kobe beef garnished with caviar.
“Have you thought about me?” He held his fork in his right hand, his knife in his left, and waited for her answer. Warner wouldn’t eat his entrée without her response.
“I wanted to, but I didn’t let myself. You know, because I thought you were—”
“Engaged. Well, now that you know the truth, have I been on your mind?” He took a bite from his meat and began to chew, never taking his eyes off her.
With a swift cut from the knife, she forked a baby’s bite into her mouth. Chewing afforded her time to think. The runny sauce tasted salty but delicious. She swallowed before replying, “I’ve merely thought about getting your campaign ready.”
“Red, you give the impression you’re stressed.” A frown darted across his features. “At first, I thought it came from the jailhouse and Kiki’s release. Tonight, with the trespassing charges behind us, you still act the same.” He cut another piece of meat. Breaking his intense stare from her eyes, he refocused on the meal.
“We have a huge press conference tomorrow.” She raised her voice, trying to add conviction. “As a rule, I’m on edge prior to a client event.” I’m usually on edge regardless.
He reached for her hand again and stroked her fingers. “I’m not a client, Red. You’re doing this because I dropped the charges.” Stabbing his fork into his greens, he assured, “There’s no pressure on Brill, Inc. or you, for that matter. What’s done is done.”
“I’m a perfectionist.” I’m also an obsessive masturbator, a workaholic, and I started smoking again.
“One in your position would have to be.” His eyebrows set in a straight line. “So, you’re saying that after the conference tomorrow, you’ll be more relaxed, like the woman I met at Privé Extreme?” He studied her with possible suspicion.
“I…uh, am not sure. I’ve been pretty wound-up lately.” She felt the strain in her neck and didn’t appreciate the conversation’s direction—microscopic life examination.
“Let me ask you a question.” He squeezed her hand tighter as if trying to pull her back into the discussion.
She nodded for him to continue.
“I’ll be able to notice if you’re telling the truth because your face is expressive.”
“Right.”
He looked her over. “Has another man touched you since our night in St. Barth?”
Taddy hesitated with how to respond to his question. She repositioned herself on her seat, unable to get comfortable. “Warner, I have—”
“Please, call me by the nickname.”
“Huh?” She gripped her chair’s edge, unsure where he was going with that.
“The title you gave me.” He smiled intimately. Warner’s face reminded her of all they’d shared at Privé Extreme.
“Big…Daddy.” She allowed herself to say it, and the sex floodgates opened. Herald angels, please sing already. She’d say it again with more confidence, pretending he pounded inside her. “Big Daddy, to answer your question, I haven’t been with anyone.” She shrugged to hide whether or not she should be embarrassed or proud.
“I can tell.” He enjoyed talking about her, as if he held the solution in his back pocket.
“How so?” Let’s hear it. She set her fork on the plate, expecting him to reveal secret ESP sex powers. Lord, he makes my va-jay-jay trip into a gumdrop fit without any drugs. What’s next?
“The minute you put your hand in mine, your pupils dilated.” He stared at Taddy as if he’d seen through her. Warner scared the freak out of her, but excited her all the same.
“They did?” She blinked. It couldn’t be her false eyelashes or contacts causing her eyes to enlarge.
“And your breasts are swelling.” His eyes focused on her cleavage.
She could tell he wanted to caress them, but the fancy restaurant didn’t have a privacy curtain for a girlie show. “They…are?” Directing her breasts forward, Taddy gave him the view he’d lusted after. Her body wanted this. Each pore had craved his touch since the second they met.
“And your lips felt dry when I kissed you before we sat down to dinner.”
“Really?” She felt Warner’s sex coming off him hotter than the day’s sun along the French Riviera.
“And I bet, if I reached under this table and put my hand between your legs, you’d drip on my fingers.” He licked the meat’s gravy from his thumb.
Drawing her hand under her chin, she nodded to confirm her crease was heating up. She imagined his body slamming her against a wall, pulling her hair back as she begged for more. Spreading her legs wide while he rammed his cock so far up her, she’d be certain to fly off as Princess Lolly.
“I want to help you, Red.”
“You do?” Her core trembled and spoke to her, saying, ‘Please, Big Daddy, bang the shit outta me. Right here! Right now!’
“Let me find the fun, sexy girl who danced in my hands while in St. Barth’s. May I?”
She came back to reality for a second, sitting there staring at the sexiest man she’d ever set eyes on. His interest in her was evident. It flipped her out. “Yes, you may.” The second she agreed, Taddy could tell from the expression on Warner’s face that he wasn’t talking just about sex.
Oh, His Anaconda, Seriously
Taddy had suggested they skip dessert. Warner seized her hand, leading them into a rear elevator. She leaned in, hugging him. “I’m lookin
g forward to seeing your impérial suite.”
“And I’m looking forward to showing it to you.” Warner inserted a key, pushed a button on the control panel, and they rose. He kissed her.
She took in his strength, rubbing her body against his. So muscular. Curious to see his jewels, she reached down and unzipped his pants.
“Not yet, young lady.” Warner grabbed her hands and brought them back to his chest, kissing her fingers. “You’re more aggressive than I realized.”
“I’m a Manhattanite. What’d you expect?” Taddy asked, kissing him again as the elevator doors opened to his private living area. She estimated the suite to be about four thousand square feet. Empire-style décor adorned the rooms with various French silks and imported damasks. The expansive living room featured a majestic marble fireplace. Off the foyer were a few sizeable bedrooms, one with a sleigh bed in the middle. “It’s beautiful, Warner.”
“Over there is the Promenade de la Croisette.” He pointed west out the window, and the Mediterranean view hypnotized them for a brief second. The yachts bumped against the pier, casting a soft glow on the water. “You ready to have the night of your life?” Warner cupped her cheeks in his hands and leaned into her body.
A familiar sensation, being candied sugar in his strong arms, came back to her. He could do whatever he wanted. Lost in those golden eyes, she confirmed, “Yes!” Taddy leaned against him feeling his cock grow under his slacks. God, you’re huge.
“I’m happy we found one another again.” He pressed his body against hers in a romantic way. Tongues meeting, he took ownership of her mouth while he unzipped her dress and allowed the fabric to drop to her feet. “You are striking.”
“Stop talking.” She egged him on for fewer words and more action, wanting to see how far she could push him. Taddy was curious whether a porn star hid under his CEO billionaire, third richest man in the world, Warner Truman gentleman’s wrapper.
“You wanna play.” In jest, he squeezed Red’s lips together with his thumb and pointer finger. Then Warner kissed her. “I bet after I give you what you need, you’ll be calling me for seconds.” He stepped away and removed his sports coat, throwing it against the chair by the bed.
She laughed. “I don’t call men. Remember?” She stepped out of her Gucci heels, kicking them to the corner. She unbuttoned his expensive-looking shirt, revealing his muscular chest. His body, a work of art, waited to be framed.
Warner pulled his shirttails out from his pants.
“I get that your nips are sensitive.” Taddy pressed her lips against them. Sweet to her tongue, his chest rose to attention.
“Red.” He moaned and drew her face over to his other nipple.
She bit down hard, pulling the skin between her teeth. She felt his sex growing in her hands underneath his slacks.
He was enjoying it. “Wait ’til my mouth gets a hold of your tits.” He wet his lips, rolled his shirt into a ball and threw it to the corner of the room. “You have no idea what I have in store for you, but you’ll find out soon enough.”
“Jacked guns.” Holy moly.
“Wait, Red. Just wait.” He stepped back in a tease as if he was on a stage. With a hip dance and a tug to his fine leather belt, he unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Warner then slipped off his loafers.
“Thick legs.” Taddy crossed her arms, admiring his tree trunks. Her pussy suddenly became very wet. She clenched her legs tight, keeping her panties on. If Warner wanted her, he’d have to rip ‘em off. Red preferred it rough.
The way his boxers hung told her there was a monster waiting to get loose.
“Ready?” His voice held a confident rasp, which piqued her curiosity.
“Waiting…” She gave him a nod to say ‘bring it on’.
Big Daddy dropped his drawers.
She dropped her jaw. Shut the front flippin’ door!
‘Anaconda’ wouldn’t do his super-size of beef justice. A beautiful snake hung between his legs, honey-brown pubes dusting a halo over his hard-on.
Blinking several times, she bit down on her pointer finger, looking away as if viewing a freak show. Fascinated by all things penis, she quickly found her gaze return to appreciate his magnificence. His dick would be a challenge. One she’d never seen but anticipated mastering.
Warner held his dick in her direction. “Told ya,” he said with a smirk.
She confessed, “I’ve never…” In utter fascination, she dropped to her knees.
He took her jaw into his grip, leaned down, and kissed her. “Need instruction?”
Taddy shook her head. “I don’t like to be told what to do.”
Spreading her lips apart with his thumb, he kissed her. Then he stood, backed up, and held her head as she slowly, inch by inch, took him into her mouth.
Mmmm. Cheeks full, she sucked once, licked twice, sucked again.
“Tsk, tsk, Red.” Warner pulled his dick out and massaged her breast. “You’re still too tense.”
Opening her mouth, she begged for him.
Big Daddy glided his velvety shaft over her tongue, nearly touching her tonsils. Tears fell down her cheeks as he found his way down her throat.
Crap!
Again, he pulled out and lowered his face to meet hers. “Baby, loosen up your jaw.” He tapped her right cheek with his palm. “Enjoy it.”
Taddy wished he would’ve hit her harder. Holy screw me. High on eagerness, she nodded in agreement. At last, a man who knew what she wanted. “Third time’s the charm.” She remained squatting on the carpet under him.
His masculine energy intoxicated her. He fisted her hair into a ponytail and instructed, “Open, Red. I want the tip of your tongue to touch my balls when you go down on me.”
She nodded.
“Now, look up at me while you suck.”
Her head shook as if getting ready to sing at the Metropolitan Opera. She relaxed her mouth.
“That’s it. There you go, baby girl.” Warner rapidly slid about halfway. He pumped back and forth.
Grabbing onto his sack, she tugged down. She owned it. Building rhythm, neck jerking back and forth, she went for it, taking as much of him as she could.
Mine. I have this.
Taddy sat taller, testing her reflexes, and almost gagged.
“You okay?” He looked down at her in concern.
“Yep, I’m good.” She wiped her mouth and went at it again. The taste of his briny pre-cum encouraged her.
Cock loaded, he reached under her arms and picked her up.
Whoa. Wrapping her legs around his midsection, she rested her arms on his shoulders, clinging to what felt like the edge of a rocky cliff.
Warner stared into her eyes and cleaned her face with his hand. He kissed her sweetly and held on to her. “Red, I won’t stop once we get started. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Ready?” He aligned his torso and shaft under her body. His eyes stayed on hers for a second then he pressed his lips tightly with hers, giving her a little tongue. Her alpha ways didn’t seem to scare him. Had she met her match?
Taddy broke the kiss and said, “Slap me.” She grabbed his free hand and held his palm up to her neck. “Choke me,” she said, as if pretending she stared in her own Manuel Coq de la Grande video.
“What?”
“I want you to humiliate me while you’re inside me.”
His smile faded. He shook his head. “Never.” Warner grunted as if he was more than eager to do many things to her, but abusing her wasn’t one of them. He gripped her body tight and pressed her against the hotel wall.
The paint’s graininess scratched her back.
“You like that, Red?” Warner growled in her ear.
“Yes! God you’re so…strong!” She could barely speak.
He reached down and tore off her lace underwear. The fabric flew across the room in a streak of pink, hitting the opposite corner.
“You owe me some new lingerie.” Taddy laughed.
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sp; “Happy to buy you whatever you want.”
Good boy, she thought when he grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
After removing the foil wrapper, she helped roll the latex over his shaft. Did it fit? Not exactly! But it did the trick.
He held on to her back, and she leaned into his chest. His huge cock grazed her crease. “Look at me,” he ordered.
She trembled and did as he instructed. Her skin prickled to attention. The guys she’d screwed didn’t care if her eyes remained closed or opened, if she’d looked away or watched TV. However, this dude was different.
“That’s it.” He spoke with authority.
Sweet Jesus on a Saltine cracker, you’re a freaky-deaky. She wondered if there was anything he couldn’t do for her.
Intense. Real. Hers.
“Red, you’re fucking wet.” He planted himself further into her moisture.
Pressing her breasts against his sculpted chest, she sensed his heartbeat against hers. After lowering herself and gliding slowly down over his shaft, she wanted more. “Shit, Truman.” She had to take it all the way. It had been so long since there’d been any chemistry with another man. The joy of skin-to-skin came back to her as her cunt muscles contracted. Taddy felt exhilarated, as if it was her first time with a man.
“You’re tight.” He went in farther, grasping her ass and filling her.
“Eat me out first next time.”
“Want me to stop and start over?”
“Don’t…stop.” Holding onto his shoulders, she pulled her body up on each thrust, sliding up and down—up and down. “Warner!” Being banged while suspended in someone’s arms was a new treat for her. This is insane.
“Get your sweet pussy back on my cock, woman.” His eyes spoke louder than his words, saying, ‘Do as you’re told.’ He palmed her ass cheeks. Then, with a tap, he had her allowing gravity to sync her body on to his.
“This feels amazing.”
“Let go. Don’t resist me. I can support you.” Warner took charge in a way that was unfamiliar to her. But Taddy was starting to enjoy it.
Trusting his strength, she loosened her grip, trailing her hands over his developed forearms. Warner’s smile broadened as she gave him all the power. She also gave him her trust and the freedom to do his thing. Taddy transferred her attention to his chest and rubbed his pecs. She then played with her own nipples. Noticeable excitement came over his face when she pinched her tits, causing them to swell while he fucked her.