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  “I’m sure you have secrets too, are you going to tell me yours? I think it’s only fair.” I counter.

  “In time, yes. That’s why I’m not insisting right now. But I would like to be an equal part of this, if we’re continuing. I don’t want to verbally vomit you with assault all at once.” She nervously says.

  “I have issues with trust. Generally speaking with the opposite sex due to a situation in my past. I expect honesty out of my partners, personal and professional. I’m honest to a fault, sometimes more than what’s liked by some. I own my mistakes and I don’t let anyone own me.”

  “Okay.” She says removing her hand from my chest and placing it around my neck. “You can kiss me now.”

  And do I! I try to take back my control in the kiss, I don’t skirt around the fact that I need her, need to consume her right now. I let her hold my balls for the past week, and they’re reattaching themselves right now. She won’t ever know how pussy-whipped she has me, I have to pull myself together, but first, I need to fuck her.

  “Bedroom.” I growl.

  “Oh no, sorry we can’t. I have study group tonight.” She protests firmly with her arms holding me at a distance.

  “The fuck you do. Cancel it.”

  “Tyson, you can’t control my school stuff, it’s important to me. I have a test tomorrow, and I need to study for it. I’ll be at the party tomorrow evening, so I will see you then.” She says sternly.

  “You’re fucking serious? You’re kicking me out, after-.”

  “As a heart attack my friend.” She then crosses her arms, that is slowly becoming my most hated stance from her.

  “What time is your study group?” I ask.

  “In about 30 minutes.” She says, looking at a clock behind me.

  “I only need 15.” I say as I pull her back into me, she puts up a fight, but relents as I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist. “We’re going to the bedroom so your living room doesn’t smell like sex, I’m going to fuck you fully clothed, and then I’ll leave, but I’m not leaving until I make you come on my dick.” I growl against her lips.

  I drop her on her bed and unbuckle my belt, my dick is straining against the zipper as I pull it out. Pre-cum has glistened over the tip and I use my thumb to spread it over my head. I lift up her skirt and pull aside the panel of her panties. I drag my fingers through her folds and find her center wet as I slowly insert one finger and then another as she moans. I bring my dick to her entrance and I sink into her slowly until I’m at the hilt. I pull back and start thrusting, her pussy is holding onto my cock like it’s a lifeline as I pump into her. She’s mumbling something incoherently and I quicken my pace. We lock eyes and she’s breathless and silently begging me. Her hips are thrusting up to mine, matching my rhythm as my thumb circles her clit.

  “Let me feel you come on my dick baby!” I grit out between my clenched teeth. I can feel my pending release, yet I want to wait until she’s gone first. Her eyes suddenly glaze over the expression of ecstasy arrives on her face as her back arches. I plunge into her harder and soon find my release with her. Her pussy is milking my dick like it does so well, and I’m holding most of my weight off her, even though all I want to do is collapse into her. My hips are still slowly thrusting into her core, not wanting to leave it’s warm place. I still and place a kiss to her collarbone, and another just below her ear as I feel the race of her heartbeat.

  Slowly, I pull out and realize that in the rush to fuck her I didn’t put on a condom. Damnit!

  I’m looking down at my cock, glistened with her juices and mine and the pink of her folds, also glistening with our mixed juices, and I run my hand through my hair hastily. I’m torn between the fact that it’s completely erotic to see our combined juices glistening on my dick and then there the fact that we just had unprotected sex. My mind is fucking with me, and my dick is instantly hard again.

  “Fuck. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and… fuck!” I say, my voice wanting to shout. I’m never so careless.

  “It’s okay, I have the shot.” She offers up. “And I’m clean, I mean before you I can’t even really remember when I was with someone, I mean I just yeah…” She rambles on with her voice trailing off embarrassed of her declaration of celibacy.

  “I’ve never, without a condom before.” I say. “I’m sorry; I should have been more prepared. Fuck.”

  “Look, it’s okay. My shot is pretty effective. It’s alright… you’re um, interests are still protected.” She says while looking away, avoiding eye contact.

  I look to her, my expression warming. Still feeling like a total asshole for ruining a pretty amazing fuck.

  “You are one of my interests. I’ll let you get ready for your study group. You might want to brush your hair or whatever it is you gotta do. You’ve got that just fucked hair.” I smile.

  “That’s okay, Dean and Mel don’t care how I look when we study, our focus is on the material and the books.” She shrugs as she run her hands through her hair to attempt to fix.

  “Better yet, maybe you shouldn’t brush your hair so this Dean guy will know that you just got fucked.” I say as I put myself back into my pants and zip up.

  She rolls her eyes and replaces her panties with something lacy.

  “You’re wearing lace panties for a study group?” I ask, feeling my blood boil.

  “No, I’m wearing a clean pair of panties for my study group.” She counters.

  “Those are too sexy for a study group.” I say pointing to her crotch.

  “Tyson! We’re not studying in our underwear, no one will know what kind of panties I’m wearing, except you!” Her arms cross over her chest again.

  “You fucking better not be.” I say as we walk out of her bedroom. “I should have fucked you over the couch.” I mumble as I grab my keys out of my pocket.

  I pull her into me as we approach the front door and open it. Before leaving, I grab the sides of her face and bring her lips to mine. I tilt my head to the perfect angle to make the kiss a significant one.

  “I’ll pick you up on my way home from the office tomorrow. Be ready for the party around 5pm.” I say pecking her lips one last time as a throat is cleared behind us.

  My plan to mark my territory worked. I smirked as we both turned to her study companions. My eyes locking directly with the guy, Dean.

  I just fucked her, so she’s mine.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  ALLISON

  What does one wear when they’re attending a fashion company’s summer pre-launch party? I hadn’t thought of that when I received the invitation from Mad Designs three weeks ago. It’s not like I needed to actually search my closet, or think too much about my outfit for the evening though, as this morning a courier dropped off a package for me from Tyson’s office.

  There was no note in the package, but inside was one of the date night dresses that is in the Summer line inside and in my size. I remember wearing this dress as I was shoving a doughnut in my mouth when I first locked eyes with Tyson. It was soft and smooth, and wearing it, I felt like I was wrapped in clouds. The dress was white with several multicolored stripes and other geometric shapes, it was gorgeous. Inside the box was also several other boxes, one of which included Jimmy Choo red leather shoes, another held a necklace and earrings set.

  I laid everything out on my bed and snapped a picture of it to send to Tyson in appreciation.

  Allison: Is this your magic working?

  Tyson: It is. It’s the dress that I first saw you in. Do you recognize the dress?

  Allison: I do.

  Tyson: It’s the first thing I saw you wear.

  Allison: Mmmm Doughnuts!

  ***

  Once I left the lecture hall, I felt relieved. The study group last night really helped, or it could have been the relaxed mood that I was in from my little visit with Tyson. Granted, the first twenty minutes of the study group involved questions pertaining to the lip-locking session occurring in my doorway when Dean and
Mel arrived, as if it was planned that way. However, once we finally began discussing the topics of our class, all the methods were clicking and began getting locked into my memory.

  I spent the remainder of my day preparing for the party this evening. I’ve been to a pre-launch party before, it’s standing around, looking pretty and mingling with the guests. As a model, I have to look flawless, yet as the date of the CEO of Mad Designs and the face of the new summer line, I have to have all my best features presented, at least I think I was his date.

  Thankfully, the salon that I generally go to on El Camino know how to doll me up for these sort of events. After buffing and shining, some plucking and some pulling, I feel like I can hold my head high and attend the event this evening. With my red lipstick painted on, I’m ready to go. I look to the clock and Tyson should be here any moment.

  Just as that thought finishes, there’s a sharp knock to my door. I smooth out my dress and push up my curls as I answer the door.

  Tyson stands across from me, his hands in his pocket, staring at me, with his mouth agape.

  “I do have to say, seeing you in the dress up close is just as satisfying, if not better than from across the studio.”

  “It’s a nice dress.” I shrug, playing it cool.

  “It’s mine.” He says.

  “Well, considering I’m wearing it, might make it mine, at least for right now.”

  “No, the design.” He says.

  I stare at him dumbfounded as he continues.

  “I insert myself into every department. I create some general ideas and they get implanted, of course with the team in that area, yet it’s a way I’m involved. So the design, the coloring, well most of it, that’s my idea. The style and the garment was someone else’s. This is why I’m the CEO, I know what looks good, and from my perspective, I have excellent taste.” His hands remain in his pants as if he’s afraid to take them out.

  I have nothing to say, I close the gap between us and kiss his cheek.

  “I’m going to grab my bag and then we can go.”

  He walks inside the apartment and shuts the door.

  “Pack an overnight bag; I’m not bringing you back here tonight. Tomorrow, the offices are closed so bring a change of clothes to go somewhere too.” He says unbuttoning his jacket and sitting down while I run around the apartment to pack for the evening. Moments later, I emerge and he stands.

  “Now, do you have a spare kit for your makeup?” He asks.

  “I do, why?” I question.

  “Bring it, and wash off the lipstick. I want your lips and I don’t want to smear your make up. I also want you before the party starts, possibly during as well, so I just want to make sure you have what you need in case any of it gets ruined.” He shrugs as if what he just said was nothing.

  I don’t know if I should be as turned on as I am from his bold declaration of wanting me, but suddenly I feel like I’m sweating bullets.

  “Also, no underwear, I want easy access.”

  “I wasn’t wearing any.” I offer as I slink back into my bathroom to gather my makeup bag when he groans in approval.

  We leave my apartment with his hand on my lower back guiding me to his car. As I get in the car, I am aware of the chill of the leather against my bare thighs as the dress creeps up to mid thigh. As Tyson gets in the driver’s side, his eyes go to my thighs as well. He licks his lips and places a hand by my knee and leans over.

  “I want to fuck your mouth.” He says his tongue shoots out and licks my lips as I gasp at his crudeness. “I want your pouty lips wrapped around my dick as I drive us to my house. Then when we get there, I want you bent over my desk in my office so I can fuck you there, that way whenever I sit at my desk I can smell your scent while I work, and perhaps it can give me inspiration as well.”

  I let out a shaky breath and nod, my eyes never leaving his until I see his hands unbuckling himself and releasing his massive erection. He fists himself at the base and I lean over and lower my mouth on his dick as his foot presses the gas.

  “Take your time…oh fuck your mouth feels so good.” He says as his hand rests on the back on my head. He moves my hair behind my neck so he can see me taking him with his breathing shaky.

  All the way to his house, I leisurely give him the longest blow-job that I’ve ever given. My jaw is sore, and I’m sure my lips are puffy, but the wetness pooling between my legs provides no question that I’m excited for what will happen in his office. He didn’t come, but I know that he was holding out from the tenseness in his thighs at times during the drive.

  He kisses my lips and motions for us to get out of the vehicle, after he zips himself up. A valet is setting up in his roundabout of a driveway. He closed the garage doors and set an alarm before we entered the main house. By hand he guided me to his office, closes the door and points to his desk as he closes the drapes to the windows.

  “Turn around; I don’t want your dress ruined.” He says as he unzips me. The dress is removed and then draped over the couch next to one of the windows. I stand wearing only a nude strapless bra and heels, waiting for his instruction as he approaches me.

  “My clothes will stay on, but I guarantee you will have me naked by the end of the night. Do you understand?” He says, lifting my chin with his forefinger to look in his eyes.

  “Y-y-yes.” I stammer out, enjoying the demanding and dominant side of him.

  His fingertips trace the edge of my strapless bra and down the sides of my waist. He fingers my belly button and resumes lower as the pad of his fingers run the seam of my pussy. He goes to his knees and licks my center. His fingers open me up and his tongue goes deeper into my folds. Soon, I feel a graze of his teeth on my clit and his fingers begin moving within me, in tandem with the beating of my heart. He flattens his tongue and circles it before moaning into me. He’s suddenly off the ground and I’m face to face with him. He kisses me, my taste on his lips as he devours my mouth roughly. He then pulls away and turns me around.

  “Fuck, I’ve thought of you like this on my desk every day for the past week. You’re going to ruin me.” He growls into my back as he pushes into me quickly. Soon I’m panting and moaning, my attempts to be quiet weren’t met as he pulls me back roughly on his dick over and over again. He places his hand on the middle of my back and pushes me down flat to his desk as I’m completely bent over while he pounds into me. His grunts are animalistic and his movements are lacking his usual composure. He’s so primitive right now as he is fucking me over his desk like it’s his fantasy. He grabs my thigh and lifts it onto the desk; he positions himself just right, angling into me deeper and with his hand finds my clit. He rubs it perfectly and in less than a minute I’m coming, his thrusts become more erratic and then he stills as he releases himself into me. He’s draped over my body as we both try to relax our breathing.

  He pulls out slowly and out of nowhere comes a washcloth and he begins cleaning me up while he whistles. His mood suddenly light, when just moments ago he was carnal and assertive.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  TYSON

  The party was a success; I paraded around my backyard with Allison by my side for the majority of the evening. I talked her into sneaking away at one point and losing myself in her again in my office and then again in my bedroom just after I spoke to all the guests. I intended to have my fill of her again as soon as the last guest left. Unfortunately, there were still a handful of people left over, which included family.

  My mother and Jacob stood in the kitchen, drinking out of champagne flutes discussing something serious as I approached. My mother is dressed to the nines as she usually is, wearing a sequined dress that while is conservative, offers a bit of modern flare. My brother decided to forego the standard suit this evening and is wearing a t-shirt underneath a loud plaid sports coat; I make a mental note to tease him about Miami Vice later on.

  “The whore you hired to be your side pony all evening is still here I see. Shouldn’t she had left when all the other
guests did?” My mother barks, not even glancing in my direction.

  “She isn’t a whore mother, nor is she an escort.” I scowl hating that my mother knows about the previous dates I would bring to these events.

  “Whoever she is, why hasn’t she left with the rest of the guests, is she waiting for her money?” My mother’s glassy eyes bore into mine as she finally looks at me.

  “I could say the same for you mother, but Allison isn’t just one of the guests. She’s stay here tonight, and whenever I want and she wants.”

  “Whatever you say dear. Make sure you hide the valuables. You know, for someone who is in your place in life, I wouldn’t have pictured you slumming it with the help.” My mother scoffs.

  “Jesus Mother, can it will you! Leave Tyson alone, if he has a guest, what he does, that’s his business.” Jacob chimes in crossing his arms over his chest coming to my defense. “Personally, I’m thrilled that for a change, Tyson has an overnight guest of his own.”

  “Tyson doesn’t have any guests, not since that hussy fucked him over, literally.” She chuckles. “Besides, he’s like me child, he doesn’t care about people and their mushy hearts. Not anymore that is.”

  “Mother, you can leave now. And please, keep your thoughts to yourself. You clearly have had enough to drink this evening and don’t even know what you’re saying.”

  My mother looks to Jacob and smiles. “It would appear that hell has frozen over, our dear Tyson has become someone’s bitch. Let’s hope that she knows what a womanizer you are, and doesn’t invest too much time into you.” She finishes as she looks over my shoulder.

  I turn my head and Allison stands behind me halted in her steps with Beth at her side. Her face pale and her eyes wet as it’s apparent that she’s witnessed my mother’s vile words.

  “Don’t lose your touch Tyson. You’re in charge here. Not your whores.” My mother pats my cheek and with my brothers assistance leaves the kitchen. He gives me an apologetic look as he passes, and rushes her out.