Shannon Price, gazing at herself in the mirror, placed her hands on her narrow hips and turned slowly. Her sexy figure was sure to mesmerize Jason Hammer. The dramatic slope of her mouth-watering bosom in connection with her tiny waist would be to her advantage. She whipped her mane of red hair over her bare shoulders and took pleasure in the disarming force she represented. Her off-the-shoulder dress, which revealed eye-popping cleavage, was precisely the weapon which with she wished to arm herself in their pivotal meeting.
Lawton Enterprises had aggressively pursued Jason's company, Windsor Communications for the past six months with little success. Other companies tried bidding for Jason's radio and television empire-none of which reached serious negotiation. Jason insisted on far more control than those courting him would allow.
Lawton envisioned Windsor Communications as an attractive subsidiary that added value to their stock. If acceptable terms were reached, they stood to become a powerful entity in the Information Age. Lawton, an electronics manufacturer, would have entree in the rapidly expanding universe of telecommunication. Windsor had mastered satellite and laser technology-a realm of which Lawton was enamored.
Earlier attempts to seduce Windsor into a merger had failed. Price and level of authority were Jason Hammer's principle concern. His bargaining skills frustrated the agents of competing organizations. Some believed Jason Hammer was not sincere in placing Windsor on the auction block, and by design, driving the price per share of his company's stock beyond anyone's means.
In order to convert Jason Hammer, Lawton enlisted two assertive bodies among its ranks. Shannon had shown potential from day one. Her hard-ball approach, tempered by her succulent appearance, gave them confidence. At twenty-six, she was pegged a champion. She had delivered other companies to them on a silver platter. Windsor would be the diamond in her crown.
Shannon, unfortunately, was in contention with another Lawton star. Tom Lynch had also been summoned to the plate to claim Jason
Hammer's signature on their contract. Tom had the instincts of a shark, as well as a deviant talent for survival. Behind that Ivy League front, he possessed ruthless cunning.
At first blush, he didn't seem particularly handsome. Tom had a rounded face, thinning dark hair, and wore wire-rimmed glasses. To compensate for his lack of external shine, he worked diligently at building his physique to perfection. Enlarged biceps and well-defined pectorals in relation to the beefy limbs and trim waist caused him to resemble a bouncer in casual clothes. Tom chose expensive suits, however, to add the punch he needed in making a positive statement.
Tom instilled the opinion he excelled in sports, favored challenge, and could accomplish the impossible. Those who knew him intimately thought him an arrogant, self-serving bastard. He was an advocate of "dirty pool."
Shannon hid her dislike of Tom reasonably well. When Lawton elected to pair them, she immediately sensed they were testing her. Though she genuinely loathed the man, she was determined to create the illusion of camaraderie for the sake of winning. Shannon aimed to prove she was the consummate professional, despite the obstacle they threw in her path. Shannon's self-assurance was her best defense against any curve balls Tom threw. When they returned to New York, their report would contain that she had been instrumental in securing Windsor, not Tom.
The television blared from the adjoining room. Shannon frowned. Having Tom as her neighbor at the hotel was an irritant. He was obnoxiously loud every chance he got. Management claimed that due to a well-attended conference, space had been limited. Shannon had been compelled to accept their provisions with false cheer. Seconds after being escorted to her quarters, she slammed drawers and kicked the bed repeatedly. A heavy chair was strategically placed in front of the connecting door, barring Tom from entrance.
Naturally, her torment pleased Tom. His goal was to profit from any wrinkle in her polished demeanor. The less stable she appeared, the more-likely the event Jason Hammer would turn to him. Tom endeavored to displace her legendary calm.
Tom's scheme was transparent to Shannon. She detested him, thought him despicable and wanted nothing more than to rub his face in defeat. If he maintained that his little tricks would undercut her worth, he was set for a shock. Shannon intended to fight him and his mercenary style.
At promptly eight o'clock, Shannon left her room to go to the lobby. A limousine had been arranged to take her and Tom to the cocktail party, where they were to meet Jason Hammer. If her "date" neglected to be punctual when their transportation arrived, Shannon had no qualms about leaving without him.
"Passable," a familiar voice judged. "A little flashy, but it does justice to your shallow image." .
Spinning around, she was accosted by the sight of a rather smug Tom leaning against a marble pillar. His evaluation of her outfit singed her. She searched her repertoire of insults for one that evened the score. His dark blue suit and red silk tie were too traditional to find fault. She centered on his receding hairline. "Did you spend considerable time deciding which way to part it?"
He grinned. Tom's baldness was a sensitive issue. He forbid her to rouse his ire. "I hope you remembered to pack your better perfume. I understand Jason Hammer is repelled by cheap scents."
"I buy only the best," Shannon declared. "Incidentally, your aftershave is a bit much. I suggest something less startling. Let's pray Jason doesn't have an allergic reaction to it."
He chuckled. "You've got a pretty quick mouth. I'll bet it gets plenty of practice."
"Indeed, it does."
Tom held his temper in check. The snotty bitch would not get up his dander-regardless of how vehemently she tipped the scales. When Lawton informed him that she was to be his peer for the Windsor acquisition, he was less than kind in his outlook. He argued with his superiors that putting someone of Shannon Price's inept quality on the project would amount to disaster. Repeatedly told that would not be the case, Tom ultimately concluded Shannon's opportunity evolved from the powerful allies she fucked. A sexy woman like that must have earned her title from putting time in on her back.
Tom, the consummate chauvinist, was of the unshakable conviction that women had no talent for big business, that they nurtured illusions of grandeur and more often scotched deals than helped matters. Most prevailed upon the men they encountered with heavy doses of female charm and sexual allure, figuring those elements were the key to their success. It was his perception that they didn't belong in the corporate culture, that their brilliance was overstated and their concept of negotiating a farce. Orchestrating reorganization was a man's job. Little wonder why someone of his caliber was pressed into service to put a vital undertaking like the Windsor merger to bed. A woman couldn't possibly coordinate such a daunting effort.
He resented female executives on the rise-Shannon was no exception.
The limo arrived within moments, whisking them off to the cocktail party. They sat far apart as possible, refraining from conversation. Negative vibrations flowed wildly between them. Perpetuating team spirit would be the ultimate contest. Their theatrical skills were to be tapped as never before.
The cocktail party, an intimate gathering of professionals in the telecommunications and telemarketing industry, buzzed with excitement. Shannon and Tom immediately circulated, in search of the elusive Jason Hammer. They had seen video tapes and photographs of Windor's president, but not rubbed elbows with him in person.
"Remember, we're working, not playing, " he hissed in her ear before they separated.
Shannon, immune to his parting shot, remained cool. Her antennae were up. She scanned the sea of faces with her radar while making polite conversation and nursing a single glass of Chablis. Her skills needed to stay razor-sharp throughout the evening.
She saw no sign of Jason Hammer, a man in his late thirties with blond hair and the face of a boxer. She recalled, when viewing his picture, detecting a sensual quality about him. His giant hands posted some shivering thoughts. Shannon had no intention of sleeping with the man, but couldn't help subscribing to fantasy. The last thing she wished to be accused of was offering him sex as a means of obtaining a bargaining edge. Shannon had enough confidence in herself to enter negotiations without throwing her pussy in the deal.
Although he had apparently dodged her, Shannon realized the effect of her stirring display. Heads consistently turned, friendly grins were brandished and comments were muttered among the room's male population. Even the women in attendance felt upstaged by Shannon's sexiness. Eyes seemed to linger on her jutting breasts, or dwell upon her sumptuous ass.
Shannon contained her pleasure. She didn't mind being the attention-grabber. There was no harm in their looking-it bolstered her ego. She conditioned herself to being a visual target, given her shapely attributes, and accepted it as a compliment rather than a curse. Shannon commonly illuminated a room upon her entrance.
Though attempting to divert himself with others he encountered, Tom was among her onlookers. At first, he thought her entirely too flamboyant in that show-all dress, but as his observation lengthened, he secretly acknowledged her drawing power. He vowed never to reveal his fascination-that would contribute to the vanity of a sworn enemy.
If Shannon weren't his rival, and instead, a total stranger, he would have approached her. Despite his obstinacy about admitting it, he found her desirable. Her adversarial spirit, however, extinguished that fire.
Tom sniffed and downed his drink. The flight had seemed excessively long with Shannon beside him. Traveling tended to siphon his drive-and augment his weaknesses. He had to be careful not to fall under that vixen's spell. She probably wanted to appeal to him as an ulterior motive.
His flagging energies would be revitalized by morning. Shannon would be pitted against a more clever opponent.
Shannon caught sight of Tom's momentary glimpse. Because of her strong dislike of him, she invested nothing in his fleeting admiration. She resolved that he was spying on her, and making certain she hadn't gotten to Jason Hammer first. She camouflaged her disgust. If she happened to be the one that clinched the deal, she would insist that she never be matched again with Tom Lynch. She completely loathed him.
In that same instant, she turned and bumped into the person next to her. Her sudden elbow dislodged his drink and plucked it from his grasp.
"I'm terribly sorry," she blurted and was about to retrieve the dropped glass when the man's identity became crystalline. "Oh, my. You're-"
"Jason Hammer," he said with a smile, extending his hand. Her sparkle of recognition pleased him. "It wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have been standing so closely."
He enchanted her. The photographs of Jason Hammer certainly didn't hold a candle to the man who stood before her. There was a striking, rugged beauty about him she deemed breathtaking. Six-foot four, blond and fiercely sensual, she endured a delicious weakness gazing at him. Her staring could hardly be labeled professional.
"I'm at a disadvantage," he said after a moment's lapse. "You are-"
"Shannon Price, of Lawton Enterprises." She scarcely kept the color from reaching her cheeks. For someone of her superb control, she was bungling it.
Tom materialized at her side within seconds. "Shannon, did you just cause Mr. Hammer to spill his drink?"
"She can't be totally credited with the blame," Jason rushed to her defense. "I took part in it."
"Permit me to introduce myself. I'm Tom Lynch, of Lawton Enterprises." He put his hand out to Jason, who returned a firm grip.
"Lawton, eh? You folks are here to discuss business," Jason said. "I've been anticipating your visit."
Shannon felt the warmth of his sexy blue eyes. She quivered. Jason stirred her loins-that was an indisputable fact. The sight of him set her hormones in motion. There was an exciting toughness about him. He appeared as though he had never dodged a fight in his life. She was sure Jason had settled more than one argument with his fists; on the other hand, he had the capacity to attract women. Although it wasn't her objective, she wondered about him in bed. Jason was very-likely an outstanding lover.
Tom read Shannon's underlying reaction and stewed. He predicted the overrated bitch would sink her hooks into Jason Hammer. Tom had to watch her closely and double his efforts in gaining the man's respect. Shannon's shameless conduct could earn Lawton a sleazy reputation. Beating Shannon to the punch was critical; exposing her as a fake would yield tremendous satisfaction.
"Perhaps we can discuss matters privately over lunch?" Tom suggested, looking directly at Jason. "I could meet you tomorrow afternoon."
Shannon froze. Tom intended to muscle her out through omission. "Yes," she quickly appended, "we understand talking with you during a party like this would be a distraction." She looked squarely at Tom, editing the scorn from her tone. "We ought to take Mr. Hammer to that country club, where we could enjoy some golf while reviewing our proposal."
Tom caught himself from flinching. He was aware of Shannon's prowess for the game. The-likelihood of leaving her in a sand trap was remote. "Perhaps Mr. Hammer doesn't play."
"As it happens, I do," Jason interjected. "And please, refer to me as Jason. If we're to spend time together, I would prefer less formality." He directed that comment at Shannon, and completed it with a smile.
Neither Shannon, nor Jason, were cognizant of Tom's slow burn. He remained bold-spirited; internally, frustration roiled through his gut. Jason Hammer seemed to be gravitating naturally toward Shannon-a bad omen, in his estimation.
"I'll invite Alex, my attorney," Jason said. "That way, we'll have instant access to legal input and be paired more evenly."
"Splendid," Shannon exclaimed.
Her radiance chagrined Tom. His pupils narrowed behind the wire-rimmed lenses. He forecasted being stuck with the lawyer while Shannon had Jason Hammer all to herself. The man would no doubt be furnished with a tantalizing view of her tits and ass in a form-fitting outfit. Tom saw through Shannon's plan-the sly bitch.
Tom and Shannon returned to the hotel shortly after midnight. Neither spoke a word in the limo.
Tom was much too rankled to admit her successful maneuver. Stealing a glance at her, he saw her silently celebrating that initial conquest. Her apparent rejoicing annoyed him-and warranted the adoption of a more aggressive program.
Shannon dreamily mulled over the encounter with Jason Hammer-not as a liaison, but a man. She could not rid herself of the delicious chills he precipitated. For the duration of the evening, her panties had gotten exceptionally damp. The woman in her ached for him. Spending the rest of the night in an empty room was a maddening prospect.
"I'll be in the lobby at six," Tom informed her in the hallway. "If you're late, I'll leave without you."
"My alarm will be set."
"Right." He all but slammed the door behind him.
Shannon's emotional high couldn't be muddled by Tom's insolence. She essentially floated into her room. Seconds after being alone, she caressed herself. The large mirror in front of her bed revealed the swell of her nipples. Hooking her thumbs over the top, she peeled her dress down until her tits emerged. The air-conditioning invigorated those fleshy stubs. She scooped up her billowy spheres and gave them a squeeze. Ohhhhhhhhhh. In her mind, she had Jason fondling them. His hands enclosed and tweaked her enlarged nubs.
Shannon studied her reflection. Her green pupils glazed over at the rotation of her thumbs. A lush, indulgent feeling consumed her. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She whisked her curly mane over her shoulders, watching the ripple of her sensual lips. Thoughts of Jason dispatched the electrical charge that jolted her nervous system.
Shivering, she discarded her dress. It fell from her aroused flesh, piling at her feet. She stepped away from it, tingling in anticipation. Her eye stayed on the mirror. She observed her appetizing profile. Shannon's small waist made her tits truly enormous. She turned and savored the view. Mmmmmmmmm. She contemplated Jason encompassing her with those giant hands. Her waist would not be the sole object of his grope; equal attention would be lavished on her ass.
God. She knew she shouldn't succumb to such whimsy, but Jason's virile figure provoked that response. Even if she never fucked him-a dismal prospect-at least she could pretend to have had that experience.
After a thorough examination, she reclined upon the bed. Her naked body tingled against the crisp sheets. She traced stimulating patterns on her bare skin, starting beneath her shoulders, then swirling about her erect nipples. She writhed, digging her heels into the mattress. Ohhhhhhhhh. Jason's imaginary mouth arrived to capture one nipple while he stroked the other.
Eventually, she wandered to her frilly panties. Her fingers dipped beneath fragrant silk. She grazed the patch of moist curls, searching for her clit. Her pussy hungered for her clasp. She trailed her thumb over the succulent division of her cunt, then let it sink between its juicy flaps.
Shannon's head pressed into the pillow. An inadvertent gasp escaped her throat. Clenching her teeth, she trembled. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
She visualized that embedded member belonged to Jason. Lust blazed through her susceptible flesh. She inserted another finger, moaning as it sank into her squishy cunt. This time, the sob she fired was of higher pitch.
"Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
She reached into her slick pussy, awed at the way it sucked her digit. From its milking rhythm, she gathered it wanted to be attached to a cock. She pictured those sodden lips fashioned about Jason, spurring him to cum. The notion of him burying his dick inside her gave her a lasting thrill.
She streamed to her love button. A surge of adrenaline prompted her finger. Centering upon that pulsating dot, she brushed it. Ohhhhhhhhh. One flick followed another, until she was immersed in jiggling. Her tits bounced on her chest as she abandoned herself to that rich sensation. A furious cry sprang to her lips and echoed through her room.
Next door, Tom heard her moan. He had climbed into bed, feeling miserable about the turn of events, when her throaty call droned through the walls.
He shook his head in disgust. The bitch must have packed her vibrator. Masturbating was probably a nightly ritual if she didn't have the real thing.
He lay there, straining his ear for more of those meaningful sobs. At first, he thought them ridiculous-another crack at rubbing his nose in failure-but gradually, his body responded. His cock twitched, then began to lengthen. He clenched his fists, shaking. A hot yearning gathered in the pit of his groin.
Jesus, he thought, the bitch was turning him on. His conscious effort to retain control over his libido met with defeat. His rebellious member filled with excitement, stretching across the front of his underwear. He hated the fact she that power over him.
Her persistent wail made him restless. She tormented him with that husky petition. Sweat oozed from his pores. He longed to block out that rough breathing-and, yet, a foreign side of him considered it music.
He stared at the giant outline of his hard-on. Shannon brought him to a throbbing swell. No matter how great his animosity was, she provoked his desire. In his mind, he hated her-the rest of him ached for that sweet body.
Tom searched through the darkness for the connecting door. He half-expected her to-knock, pleading to join him. A woman that aroused generally needed a man to quench her thirst. The thought of Shannon Price soliciting him afforded a measure of satisfaction. He considered being a source of pleasure for her voracious appetite-and felt a qualified supplier. What hung between his legs was more than enough to fulfill Shannon. Her request would be granted after subjecting her to the same brand of erotic torture.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned in the distant. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Tom's hand slid into his underwear. He wrapped his cock in his fist, then gave it a jerk. Ahhhhhhhhhh. He massaged that pulsating burden. He exhaled harshly, letting his gratification build while eavesdropping on Shannon's verbal bliss. Her mewls of joy aroused him. Up and down his coiled fingers went to facilitate orgasm. A portrait of Shannon was mentally superimposed on the connecting door; he concentrated on it while fondling his cock.
He composed a stimulating image: Shannon shaking, her eyes flashing, her tits shifting seductively. Rivulets of sweat mired her curvaceous form. Salty drops clung to her distended nipples, while a fragrant mist was scattered in her pubic thatch. Those mountains of flesh on her chest pivoted as she gyrated her hips. Her legs spilt open, revealing a succulent pussy. The flowered lips were anxious to receive cock.
Tom yanked on his highly excited dick. He dug his heels in the mattress while pursuing the ecstasy of that sequence. His balls churned with cum. He saw Shannon accepting his creamy product between those shapely legs. Her shivering consent fueled him. He tugged at his swollen member, sustaining that vision. He wanted to leave his gooey deposit inside her cunt and watch that glossy sheen inhabit her green eyes.
He spawned another fantasy: Shannon deferring to him, moving her sexy body specifically to heighten his enjoyment. In his fantasy, she caressed his back and arms, then cupped his hammering buttocks. She sweltered beneath him, pleading to receive everything he had. He fucked deep into her soaked pussy, filling it with his willful cock. She whispered in his ear how wildly she needed him-and how no other man could quench her thirst. That he wasn't a handsome man mattered little to Shannon-he succeeded in making her his slave nonetheless. She told him to do whatever he wished to her, as long as it gave him pleasure.
Tom rapidly jerked his cock, waiting for his cum to spurt. His eyes rolled up in their sockets while jism splattered his stomach. Muffling his groans, he maintained his feverish grip. He spasmed savagely, lurching in bed. Hot air hissed through clenched teeth.
Throughout his convulsion, he thought of Shannon eagerly submitting to him. During those frenzied moments, his contempt for her was displaced.
Shannon jiggled herself to the same, ecstatic plane. She worked her clit while nurturing a fantasy that featured Jason Hammer. She pretended to enclose his waist with her thighs and that his muscled body battered her moments prior to orgasm.
Her eyes flickered at the connecting door during another extended sob. Instantly, her moan died in her throat. God, she hoped Tom hadn't overheard her frantic sounds.
Her finger came to an abrupt halt. She reddened at the prospect of confronting him, recognizing the truth behind that smug expression. She had armed him with yet another weapon. Tom would definitely hold that weakness over her. She erred by permitting her lust to spawn into a flesh-grappling affair.
Suddenly and without discernible explanation, her finger returned to her clit. She effected a swift, wrenching motion, eager to finish what had been started. Masturbation had left her too disturbed. Shannon needed that toe-curling rush.
She tried to summon Jason Hammer's countenance to conclude that session, but it failed to materialize. Instead, Tom Lynch's face converged upon the scene. Unaccountably, her digit moved with precision and catapulted her to orgasm. She bit her bottom lip while intense contractions riddled her body.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! she thought, surprised by the strength and perpetuation of her climax. Tom's image would not leave her head. She thrashed and whimpered, unable to stop the flood of joy.
When finally numb and depleted, Shannon attempted to reconcile that furious seizure. Why would Tom Lynch-her sworn enemy-prompt such a piercing orgasm? She consciously detested him, deemed him repugnant. She couldn't ever remember cumming like that.
Her mystification hadn't prevented her from dreaming about Tom through the night. By morning, she awoke in a film of sweat, more disturbed than before.
CHAPTER TWO
Shannon showered, dressed and dashed down to the lobby twenty minutes before six. She wanted to take no chances that Tom would carry out his threat about leaving her behind.
A nagging curiosity of whether he overheard the improper sounds she made further propelled her. If Tom displayed any illuminating sign, her mortification would be complete.
To her amazement, Tom was already waiting. Absorbed in the Wall Street Journal, he didn't take immediate notice of her arrival. His engrossment enabled Shannon a moment of undetected study.
Without that closely checked sneer leveled in her direction, Shannon glimpsed a rarely seen Tom. Stripping away the negative layers, she espied aspects that weren't normally visible. That rounded face with its thick, ordinary features took on new dimensions. Despite his snobbish air punctuated by those wire-rimmed glasses, she pinpointed a masculine fire that defied description. That unknown energy had tripped a hot wire inside her.
She examined his hands-thick fingers of tremendous strength, capable of crushing. His thumb was long, club-like-and in a gratifying sense, figurative of a major appendage. Part of her wanted to undergo their tingling stroke. She intuitively knew it would be deliciously electrical.
The rest of him held her appeal. Dressed in a crisp, short-sleeved Docker shirt with a matching pair of shorts, he emulated a polished character. His muscular forearms and thighs were in plain view. She enjoyed their manly shape. In spite of being born with average looks, Tom had a nice build. Having seen him in an endless procession of dark suits, the exposure of skin whet her appetite for more. Though sparse on his head, hair was not deficient on the rest of him.
Shannon approached him slowly, wondering if her attitude had changed. Outside of the office and away from the daily battlefront, her perception of the man underwent transition. Perhaps the novelty of an exotic business trip, a romantic hotel setting in a southern climate contributed to that impression. Alone with a man she outwardly deplored-but subconsciously admired-could conceivably alter that.
Shannon admitted being definitely confused.
Tom glanced up from his paper to see Shannon. Her gorgeous face, framed by a fall of red curls, riveted him. Her provocative ensemble, a tight-fitting golf shirt in which her tits jutted prominently and pair of shorts showing her sleek legs to advantage, snared his attention. Christ, she was hot. His pulse skipped a beat.
He automatically recounted the sounds of her mounting pleasure and their effect on him. He jerked off to those titillating sobs and was left in a pool of sweat and splattered cum. The quivering in his body hadn't abated until nearly an hour later. The temptation to knock on her door and do what his body screamed for nearly drove him insane. Only by the barest margin had Tom retained his sobriety. Although she invoked the animal that resided in his skin, he couldn't gamble on rejection. He wanted to fuck her, but couldn't initiate it based on her unpredictable nature. Shannon would either love it-his sharper perception-or report it to their superiors at Lawton. Unfortunately, she posed an unacceptable risk.
Those tanned, shapely thighs captured his imagination. Christ, he would have sold his soul to the devil just to have them wrapped about him for one night. That mouth and its luscious quality also taunted him: he envisioned himself nibbling on those full, sensual lips. He expected she would gladly receive his plunging tongue. Those big tits would cushion his chest and absorb the impact of his pumping body.
It would be great sex-the best lay in his life.
"Good morning," Shannon pleasantly said, stepping up to him. She brandished a radiant smile and prayed her tender greeting would be reciprocated.
He nodded, but the message that came out of his mouth was one of many programmed. "Nice. Dressed for success. It fits your style: corporate slut."
Shannon's lips thinned. The man was intolerable, a total jerk. "Do you always start the morning with a bug up your ass?"
He regretted his slip for a millisecond, then saw his shame dissolve. Her needling comment kindled his deep-rooted grudge. "Trying to handicap Jason Hammer's swing? Shaking those tits or ass will surely do it. Tell me: will you need to show him the hole?"
Tom Lynch was beyond redemption, Shannon pitifully thought. A sick individual with a corrupt mind-that was her unshakable evaluation of him. "Shall we leave, or are you waiting for your second wind?"
He felt the itch to launch a pot shot over her moaning masturbation routine, but strangely held his tongue. He was afraid that if something were said, it might not recur again. He yearned for a second instance.
Shannon touched a nerve-one he wanted her to frequently tamper with.
"Shannon Price and Tom Lynch, meet Alex Randall."
Shannon jerked in surprise when Jason Hammer introduced them to the stunning blonde. In her naivete, she assumed his attorney would be a man. The woman around which he draped his arm shattered that illusion. She was of peasant beauty, with bewitching allure. "Alex?"
"Alexis," the blue-eyed vixen clarified in a Southern lilt. "I've long since accepted Jason's more casual reference. Judging from your shocked expressions, you gathered I would be a male, hmmmmmm?"
"We're not complaining," Tom enthused. He was first to extend his hand. "We're delighted to meet you."
She returned his firm grasp. "Mmmmmmm. A strong man. I like that."
Jason chuckled. "Don't mind her, Tom. Alex is a born tease. She's always batting her eyes at the men. But watch out: she's tough."
Shannon felt a stab of jealousy. Alexis's flirtatious manner, compounded with an exceptional body, roused that emotion. Her technique in engaging Tom did not sit well. Shannon's intestines roiled at the sight of Alexis plying her charms.
Alexis wore an outfit similar to Shannon's. Her large, jutting breasts stretched the golf shirt. Those slim, mouth-watering thighs, on exhibit in a pair of matching shorts, rivaled hers.
Shannon sensed Tom's body temperature rise while he savored Alexis. She effortlessly promoted sexual heat. He practically salivated while digesting her set of curves.
"Alex is in charge of all financial affairs," Jason stated. "I don't make a move without checking with her. Her legal wisdom has aided Windsor Communications for the past three years."
Tom warmed to her presence. "You're an influential person?"
Her lips curved. "I like to believe that."
Tom recognized opportunity glaring him in his face. The previous night's cocktail party painted a dismal situation for him; he presumed that Shannon had scored a victory by wrapping her tentacles about Jason Hammer. Alexis Randall blasted that theory. He felt he had a fighting chance after all. Her friendly smile and tantalizing manner advised him of a voracious sexual appetite. He could resist posturing himself for success.
Tom concealed his satisfaction. He felt capable of serving her needs-no matter how extensive they were.
"Shall we play?" Jason proposed, indicating the verdant course with a tilt of his head.
Shannon felt abject embarrassment over her performance on the green. Alexis posed a tormenting distraction. She was acutely aware of how Jason's lawyer manipulated Tom's attention. Tom's immersion in her seductive form riled Shannon. He was so lustfully smitten with Alexis, he made no attempt to usurp Shannon's authority. Shannon, accustomed to his camouflaged insults, was infuriated.
As a result, Shannon's score was less than desirable.
Tom navigated their conversation. He broached the subject of the merger and its providence. Shannon's contributions were shallow compared to Tom's robust dialogue. Both Jason and Alexis seemed enthralled with the vision he submitted, yet remained noncommittal.
They lunched at the country club afterward. Alexis snuggled next to Tom while Shannon attempted to mask her chagrin. Because of her preoccupation with Alexis, Jason suffered from neglect. Her longing for him was eclipsed by her sexy opposition.
The shortage of Shannon's attention stymied Jason. He disliked being consigned to obscurity, especially by someone he was physically drawn to. Her fixation with Tom was unaccounted for. Jason was unsure whether the fire he had witnessed in Shannon had been stamped out by an obligation to remain professional, or if her fascination for him hadn't been legitimate. He searched those emerald spheres for an answer. He had hoped to pick up the thread of their attraction that afternoon. Her fleeting gaze foiled that plan.
"Shannon, I thought you might enjoy seeing our main facility," Jason submitted for her approval. "It's quite a spectacle. Our army of satellite dishes and metal towers alone will impress you."
Shannon was jarred from dejection. Recalling the value of her role, she snapped to consciousness. She vowed that short-term envy would not interfere with the achievement of her goal. "I would love to."
"Fine." He motioned to Alexis. "Would you mind entertaining Tom in our absence. Perhaps he would like a private tour of our offices."
"That would be my pleasure," she purred.
Shannon swallowed her animosity. She trusted Tom would be in good hands. She only hoped her name wasn't too maligned.
After their separation and in the intimacy of Jason's Mercedes convertible, Shannon experienced the hormone activity that eluded her that morning. Jason's exciting proximity brought that furious return. She was conscious of his even breathing, his light clasp of the wheel, his aggressive maneuvering. Jason was self-reliant, a man to which she was helplessly magnetized. His virility stemmed from the comparative ease with which he functioned. It was much simpler to focus on Jason without the emotional conflict Tom caused.
An electrical tension crackled through her body. Her red mane flapped over her shoulders, her face caressed the by strong breeze. Her nipples, sensitive to that unmitigated force, began to protrude from her top.
Shannon's display of arousal was not missed by Jason. He watched her from the corner of his eye, drinking in her every inch.
It had been hell for Jason on the field that morning. All that bending over while Shannon prepared to swing really got to him. She proceeded to show him her ass the duration of the eighteen holes. Her tits hung in tantalizing profusion. His patience had taken a severe beating from those collected visuals.
The first sign of consent arrived in the form of her possessed thigh. She insinuated herself against him, atremble. The vibrations she gave off were noticeable. He abutted his thigh to hers and returned the pressure. Circular force was applied.
Shannon clenched her teeth. Ohhhhhhhhh. Jason got her horny, doing that. She resisted an urge to touch him. Digging her nails in her palms, she attempted to fight it off. She scolded herself that their relationship was meant to be professional. Having sex with Jason Hammer could damage that tie. Spreading her legs for the man might cripple his confidence about the merger and minimize her importance in that venture. Shannon feared losing his respect. A woman that surrendered to a man was perceived as weak and, therefore, not a worthy candidate with which to conduct business.
Her struggle to curb that sizzling impulse was an exercise in futility. Shannon's lust came in waves, each stronger than the previous, battering her defense system. Solid muscle continued to prod her. She detected hot urgency in his nudge. She was much too susceptible to the man in him. After her guard was sufficiently pummeled, she relented.
Her hand settled on his thigh. Light, exhilarating rotation followed. Her fingertips skimmed its span of muscle. Sparks were generated. As further encouragement, her tits bumped him. Their firmness scaled her last vestige of innocence. Shannon's wanting was plain.
Shannon's show of compliance was all that Jason required. He applied the brake, then pulled onto the shoulder of the road. He could hardly wait to get his hands on her.
She offered herself to him. At that first, tentative brush of her mouth, a shudder buckled through his whole body. He hauled her beneath him and crushed her lips with rough possession.
Shannon sustained the heady sensation of falling, then shooting to the surface. Jason allowed her a gulp of air before taking her down again-that time for an open-mouthed kiss that involved tongues and teeth.
Jason tore at the buttons of her shirt. He wanted to see those tits that held him captive throughout their game. He demonstrated no care in undoing them. The fire building inside him raged. The beat of his heart was louder than thunder. Shannon shook violently, anxious to be relieved of her top. When her nipples were bared, he groaned. He fastened his mouth to one, then sucked hard.
"Oh, God," Shannon whimpered, gritting her teeth. She clasped his head, writhing against those demanding lips. He pulled tenaciously at her erect nub. She raked her nails through his thick, blond hair. Saliva oozed from beneath his secured mouth and trickled into her cleavage. "Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Jason framed her billowy globes with his hands and effected a stimulating massage. His thumbs passed over the luxuriant stubs before he inflicted more oral torture. Shannon had a nice pair-better than he imagined.
"I wanted you the moment we met," he hoarsely confessed.
"Me, too," she sighed.
He pulled her close. As swiftly as his hands traveled over her flesh, hers explored his body with matching boldness. She groped between his legs and found a swollen cock. Ohhhhhhhh. He was huge. She reveled at the size of him. Jason was a well-endowed man. Her perception of him had been on target.
Jason went crazy from her touch. Shannon's exploration promoted a burning disturbance and had him quaking. He wanted desperately to get in that cunt and make her moan. He throbbed wildly inside his pants, aching to be released. Sliding into the pussy would be a joy.
Shannon went wild. She sensed chemical volatility. Her sob was cut short when his mouth closed over her taut nipple, then vented furious suction. He lapped at that distended nugget until she thrashed against the hardness behind his zipper. He ringed her nipples with wet, dizzying kisses. Her nubs were tongued to pulsating ripeness. She staggered from his stirring pucker. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The love lavished upon her tits served as a blazing appetizer.
A thrill jolted through her, reaching her toes. She moaned, shuddering with delight. Jason triggered her every hot button. Wailing, she pledged total submission.
Jason brought her tits into alignment, then stroked their stiff peaks. Her flesh burned in his grasp. He noisily consumed them, slurping those rock-hard pebbles until they hummed in his mouth. Mmmmmmmmmm. He bore down on her delectable frailty, sampling her natural sugars.
Shannon, shivering, sank into the leather upholstery. Her air supply was endangered. She breathed raggedly, eager to satisfy the beast inside him.
Jason unsnapped the button to her shorts. A simple twist of the fingers, and they opened for him. He tugged them over her hips and whisked them down her thighs. Shannon's heart pounded like a trip-hammer. Completely nude, she writhed for his enjoyment.
He stared at her with undisguised pleasure. "Christ. You're beautiful."
"I hope this won't spoil our chances to do business."
He shook his head. "I never link the two.
What happens here doesn't impact those kinds of decisions."
Relief washed over Shannon. Having disgorged herself of that emotional burden, she resumed the intensity of the moment. In order to facilitate their coupling, she climbed into the back seat where they had ample space. The sun beat down on her exposed skin. The warm afternoon breeze kissed her flesh. She beckoned him to join her.
Jason wasted no time scaling the seat and hopping in back with her. His hungry look accompanied him. The fact they were in a convertible with the top down and on display to passing motorists didn't seem to faze him.
He lapped the tips of her breasts, then cleansed the inside of her navel with his tongue. When he licked the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, she emitted a prolonged sob. He made her want him, displacing a passion she had once thought stable. Her lust burst into flame. Mounting anticipation hazed her vision. Her senses were knife-sharp.
He praised her in whispers. His voice floated up to her in the wake of his saliva-drenched sweep. She felt his breath on her pussy. Moisture welled from her loins. The agony of having his face near her cunt intensified. She ached for his initial lash.
Jason caressed her red fur. Shannon's pubes were of feathery softness. He groaned before dividing the full, slick lips of her pussy with his thumbs. Her enlarged clit caught his immediate attention. He lowered his tongue into that succulent pink delicacy. Mmmmm. Her snatch seeped honey. He licked that exquisite suppleness. Shannon's cunt was tractable to his heated prompting. He vacuumed her sweet trickle. Her sap had a delicious tang. He scrubbed the squishy area, only to fracture her breathing and cause her hips to jerk.
"Jason," she panted, latching onto the door handle. He ravenously fed upon her cunt. His gratified countenance reflected supreme bliss at servicing her in that manner. She attempted to observe the curling frenzy of his tip, but became too dazed. He thrust into her tender snatch, then bathed his tongue tip in her juices. His subsequent wriggle drove her insane. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes. More."
Shannon fondled herself while being eaten. Her nipples throbbed from the influx of stimulation. Cupping her tits, she circled the pronounced nubs. Her rotation of them was inflammatory. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Jason withdrew his tongue, only to insert a finger. Shannon cried out as his digit sank into her sopping cunt. His curiosity of that juicy area got the better of him. He punctured her warmth, worming within those absorbent lips.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. He could hardly wait to stick his cock in there.
Shannon undulated while Jason fingered her. Though slippery, she tensed about him. Ohhhhhhhhhh. He pumped her snatch, jabbing at sodden pulp. The friction he managed had her hips snapping. He dug through her layers of squish, hooking his finger and exciting her with its jostle.
Supplementing her joy, he lowered his tongue to her clit for a charged lick. The combined sensations drove her wild.
Shannon didn't think she could take much more. Jason's face was unmovable. He bore down, sucking her pussy. His lips rippled over her cunt, swallowing her joy. He enclosed the quivering cheeks of her ass, keeping her stationed.
"I'm going to cum," she warned, shaking roughly.
Her announcement had no effect on Jason. His appetite for her snatch was insatiable, his grip nonnegotiable. She had no choice but to spasm in his face.
A delicious giddiness subdued Shannon. She contracted strongly against his mouth, fashioning her thighs around his unbudging head. Orgasm ravaged her body.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she shrieked. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
There was no escape from that lashing tongue. He whipped diligently at her clit, amplifying her pleasure. When one seizure ebbed, the next began. He perpetuated her euphoria. He pursued the cadence of her love button, memorizing its frantic response and vigorously applying that knowledge.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
A chain of orgasms numbed Shannon. After elevating her hips to meet that fabulous tongue for several of them, she dropped weakly onto the seat. She couldn't handle another piercing convulsion.
Jason studied her glossy expression while unzipping himself. Shannon had yet to recover from that debilitating round. His stiff cock popped out and stretched above her sex-ravaged body. He stroked his bone-like dick. A bead of pre-cum emerged at the tip. He gauged putting that swollen thing into her wet pussy a challenge. Once he made contact with those siphoning cunt lips, the urge to shoot would be powerful.
Ignoring the call of that hungry snatch was not within his nature. Her thighs were open to him. She gazed up at him. Though depleted of energy, she invited him to fuck her with a slant of the eyes.
Jason held her legs apart while guiding his cock. He watched Shannon's mouth drop open and heard her extended gasp while driving himself into her cunt. He entered her slowly, savoring the penetration. He exhaled stale air through clenched teeth. "Jesus," he groaned. Her moist flesh grappled him. He pushed his hard dick into that encompassing warmth, stopping twice to relish its tight fit.
Shannon dug her fingers into his forearms. The enthusiasm to contain his throbbing bulk induced her to forfeit control. She lifted herself by the elbows and aimed her pussy at that burrowing monster. She threw her head back in splendor and crooned. "Oh, yeah. Fill me with it. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Jason sweltered as those clinging lips hid him. Shannon took him in her squeezing wrap. He speared through sodden tissue, letting it swallow his cock. The blessedness of enclosure ruptured his very core. "Oh, baby," he gasped, shoving himself down to the balls and relishing the strain she yielded on his trunk. "You're so tight. Your pussy is so tight."
Her cunt reinforced its grip more so when he began pumping it. Shannon moaned as that giant cock moved through her snatch. Jason's lumbering size accounted for the ticklish disturbance that arrested her. Ohhhhhhhh. She thrust with her pussy, enjoying his impalement. When that entire thing was submerged, she howled in bliss.
"Fuck me," she ordered. "Please, fuck me."
Delirious, Jason hammered her mound. Her soaked interior facilitated his incoherence. He plunged into her hot pussy, deriving total satisfaction. Her sob of encouragement drove him. She offered him hot, bonding comfort. "Ahhhhhhhhh. I love the way you feel around me. So warm and squishy. So snug. Yeah."
He seemed to grow even more erect in her snatch. Shannon whimpered. He buried that monster in her snatch. His balls were a slapping afterthought. His furious movement transported her, and warranted a flurry of delicious chills.
He puffed and sweated while fucking her. She dreamily considered his flushed expression while listening to the slick noises her cunt made. She tugged at the taut skin of his cock, forwarding his pleasure. The conflict between his pistoning dick and her saturated hole magnified his contortions.
Jason's eyes were intent on the pussy that grabbed his cock. They abruptly shifted to Shannon's lathered countenance. Sweat poured from her brow. His exertions caused her to labor. He scanned her sexy body, fighting off the urge to explode. He took in her rigid nipples, fascinated with the droplets that ran into her cleavage. Pearls dangled from those thick stubs. Shannon's tits quivered. Without hesitation, he reached for one and tweaked it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Shannon yelped, buckling. His pinch triggered her orgasm. She convulsed strongly around his cock, locking him into an embrace. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Jason slapped against that luscious force. Her pussy smacked him many times, providing a bubbling rush. He concentrated on that slippery catch, sliding energetically through its intoxicating coil. He fed his cock to that hungry receptacle. With each stroke, Shannon reacted with greater undulations.
"Oh, God," she cried out, receiving his pulsing member between her legs. "Ohhhhhh."
Jason seized her ankles and jammed his whole cock into her. Within seconds, he spewed. Hot cum jetted into her cunt. He groaned, jerking through those wildly clutching muscles, and discharged.
"Uggghhhhhh," he howled. "Uggghhhhhhh. Arrggggh. Uggghhhhhhhhh."
Ignorant of the rivulets that mired her chest, Jason collapsed on top of Shannon. His shirt absorbed her torrent of sweat.
Shannon caressed his back while he shuddered.
CHAPTER THREE
Alexis Randall, the chief legal counsel for Windsor Communications, was not the brain-vacant female she appeared. Though she possessed the body of a goddess, ravishing beauty and a playful disposition, Alexis was whip-sharp. Few details escaped Alexis's steel-trap mind.
Tom Lynch was keen to that quality about her. Proceeding with caution, he tried his level best to dazzle and win her over. The subject of the merger was not worn thin. He exercised care in stressing the doors it would open in terms of opportunity.
Alexis maintained a neutral position. She was open to improvement, but cautious about aligning the company with a power-hungry conglomerate. Getting absorbed into a monstrous entity and compromising its identity in the industry was not Windor's goal.
She was apprised of Lawton's mission, as well as its corporate structure. She felt relatively safe in entertaining a bid. Lawton's philosophies did not widely differ from Windsor's. Their business mix complemented one another. The wisdom of tying the two companies together made sense in her eyes.
And yet, she vacillated. An explanation was not forthcoming-at least, not that afternoon.
Tom concealed his dismay. In his mind, hope sprang eternal. The habitual finagler, he mapped out a different plan. His outlook was to an auxiliary route: Alexis made no secret of her yearning. Tom believed that worked in his favor. For some reason, she seem unduly attracted to him. Those sparkling blue eyes centered on him and radiated heat. He felt competent in swaying her in that domain. Although Tom did not have the face of a Greek god, he was invested with other qualities that would invariably delight her.
They were in transit from the office to the hotel when Alexis submitted her recommendation. "Why don't we stop for a drink?"
Tom brightened. That surely would buy him time. "Where do you suggest? The hotel has an excellent lounge."
"I was thinking of my place." Her southern lilt smacked of insinuation.
Tom grinned. The stage was set. "You have a bar?"
"Everything we'll need is there." Without faltering, she leaned over the seat to address the chauffeur. "Take us to my home."
Tom helplessly ogled that incredible body. Her tits filled that golf shirt so magnificently, he couldn't resist stealing glances. That slim waist and mouth-watering ass enthralled him.
Persuading her to choose Lawton Enterprises as Windsor Communications' mate would be a memorable event.
Alexis fixed a pitcher of martinis. Her bartender skills were commendable. Tom sipped his cocktail and found her amounts of gin and dry vermouth properly done.
"Perfect," he lauded.
Alexis slid her sumptuous body next to him on the love seat. They were in the family room of her spectacular showcase of a home. Antiques were used to great effect. She appeared to favor the Victorian age. Decorative lamps, carved wooden furniture and velvet drapery surrounded him. Alexis Randall was a woman of culture and style.
He hoped her sexual mores were more of the current period.
"You have a lovely place," he said.
"I furnished it myself." She crossed her long, flawless legs and brushed him with her foot. "As you can tell, I'm passionate about history. I guarantee that all items are genuine. I accept no imitations."
"I'm sure you don't." Those sensual lips dangerously neared him. A notion to slowly devour them simmered. The enticing perfume that wafted from her appetizing flesh nearly dissolved his every compunction.
Though Alexis flattered herself the formidable player, he was positive she could be controlled. Tom had handled some obstinate female executives in the past, and managed to influence them. Women, despite their intellect and cunning, honestly liked being ruled by men, he felt. They secretly respected those who took charge of the situation-though they were loathe to admit it.
Alexis was certainly no different. The sexual undercurrents were recognizable. Her soft, purring breath and the flare in her eyes supported that opinion. She was no stranger to those types of transactions.
A moment of silence ensued. Alexis peered into his eyes after sipping her martini. The vibrations she emitted were searing. Her lips glistened. Tom thought he spotted a flash of tongue licking that savory pink rim.
Carefully, she placed her glass on the baroque table beside the love seat. Those translucent spheres never left him. Her hand drifted to his thigh. His pulse accelerated. She applied a soft, thrilling caress that spanned a highly sensitive area. He breathed so roughly, his glasses almost fogged. He watched as those lips reached for him. Tom trembled as they brushed his mouth. They were so incredibly succulent, lust bolted to every extremity. Her faint murmur was a powerful stimulant.
Alexis was surprised by the potency of their kiss. She skimmed the bristly chin and strong bones of his face. His masculine scent drew her. The taste and texture of Tom started an avalanche of desire.
She moved aggressively up the length of his thigh and enclosed his crotch. Simultaneously, she inserted her tongue into his mouth. Tom was anxious to receive it. They became absorbed in a heart-stopping tangle, flicking their tips. While they orally toyed with one another, Alexis fondled his cock. Those magical fingers got him hard. Rapidly, they stroked his elongated shaft, tracking the hefty bulge in his pants.
Alexis detached her lips and gasped at the monstrosity she awakened. "Wow," she sighed. "Look at that."
Tom hemmed her hand with his own and urged her to palm him. "Do you like it?"
She massaged him. "Mmmmmmm. Yeah."
Elevating his hips, he pressed against her wriggling fingers. The shape of his dick left a sizzling imprint. Alexis murmured while touching it. She tugged at his inflamed member and lightly petted his balls. Her irregular breathing deepened. She grew more demanding in her manipulation.
"Take it out," he hoarsely instructed. His cock tingled wildly in his pants. He wanted to experience her delicacy without the barriers of material. He craved the feel of skin, mouth and cunt.
Alexis unfastened his belt, popped his top button and unzipped him in record time. She zeroed in on his tall, fat cock. The sight of it stretching the front of his cotton briefs nearly sent her into palpitations.
"Jesus," she gasped. "You're huge."
Tom knew he had a big one. Ecstasy was knit into her features. The prospect of handling a man of his proportions brought color to her cheeks.
She displayed signs he'd seen before in other women who happened to check his equipment. Her arousal was plain. Tom loved it when ballbusters had their resolve slashed by the size of his cock.
Of course, she wanted it-they all did.
Alexis grabbed him by the stem, then streamed up to his heavy knob. She thumbed its jutting rim. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I can't seem to curb myself. I never had one like this." Without skipping a beat, she pursed her lips and gave that bloated crown a wet kiss.
"Go easy," he warned, throbbing in her fist. That sudden gesture just about induced him to cum. Her moist token of lust set his cock atwitter. "You've got me worked up."
She pumped him, watching his dick curve into full-fledged rigidity. "Mmmmmmmm. I sure have."
He slumped against the pillows, exposed to her sweetly wrenching grip. Alexis's engrossment nearly stirred him to the brink of orgasm. Her hot, wanting breath filtered over his exposed flesh. She toyed with it for a long moment, stroking his shaft in wonder. Her thumb revolved about the tip, prying at the slit.
Tom watched as she slid to her knees, still clasping his swollen cock. She rubbed the hot organ against her cheeks, delighting at the feel of his manly outgrowth against her skin. After another light kiss, she let out her tongue and traced the map of veins. Her butterfly tip descended to his balls, which she thoroughly lashed.
Tom groaned. Those salivary whips hurled him to oblivion. He clenched the side of the love seat until his knuckles turned white. Jesus! Getting his balls lapped roused his cock to a painful stand. The urge to grab her head and stuff himself inside her mouth blared. He viewed those lips as an outlet-a release valve for the pressure building inside him.
Alexis suddenly stopped. She flipped her abundant blonde locks over her shoulder. "Let's go to my room, where we can get more comfortable," she huskily proposed.
Tom readily agreed. The hard love seat was by no means comfortable. No sooner had he risen to his feet, but Alexis snared his erect cock. She led him by hand up the stairs.
He pulsated in her silken clasp. His eyes were riveted to her dainty fingers and their stirring motion. The gyrations of that sensational ass also contributed to the spring in his step. Pleased with her possessive air, he followed. By the time he returned to the hotel, she would be his little slave.
They entered a cavernous room with a four-poster, canopied bed. The ornate carvings in the wood exemplified her love for the Gothic Revival. Her vanity was a complicated piece with a beveled mirror.
Alexis began undressing him. She loosened the buttons of his shirt, then combed through the coarse hair matting his chest. Her contented mewl was seductive music. Her luxuriant fingertips trailed down his stomach and circled his navel before settling on his belt. Her lips curved in satisfaction. "Mmmmmmmmmmm. It's going to be so good."
Tom had no doubt of that being true.
Alexis's toes would have a permanent kink prior to his finishing with her.
She yanked his golf shorts over his hips. His stiff cock bridged to her face. She gave it a playful lick while he stepped out of them. Her hands streamed up and down his hair-rough thighs after his socks were removed. She squeezed the firm sinew. "Mmmmmmmmm. You're nicely built."
Tom groaned from the steamy ventilation of her breath. He couldn't wait to return the compliment. He was anxious to see her tits, and that fur-lined snatch.
Tom reached for her, but she retreated from his grasp. "Get on the bed," she ordered.
He swallowed his disappointment. Since the moment she groped him, he ached to touch her. That sexy body of hers was agonizing to watch. Keeping in mind he had to play the game by her rules, he obeyed.
Seconds after he slid on his back, Alexis climbed on him. Straddling his lap fully clothed, she peered intently in his eyes. Those sweet lips of hers grazed him. She dipped her tongue into his mouth for a mind-numbing kiss. Tom responded heatedly, surrounding her with his arms. His unhappiness quickly dissipated.
"Do you trust me?" she whispered.
He grinned. "Sure."
"Can I handcuff you?"
Her request stunned him. Alexis didn't strike him as someone who subscribed to bondage. "Handcuff me?" he repeated, as though distrusting his hearing.
She nodded. "I really want to."
Without the use of his hands, he would be deprived of savoring her lush body. The prospect of incapacitation dampened his desire.
In all the women he'd taken to bed, none had wanted that. Alexis, however, seemed too gentle and simple a person for him to be concerned. To a degree, physical restraint sketched a stimulating scenario. Despite the securing of his wrists, there would be no question as to who was boss.
One thing was certain: he'd make her slip on the handcuffs for their second round-and she'd continue to wear them until he was through.
He held up his hands with a grin. "Go ahead."
She was like a cat with a dish of cream when guiding each of his wrists to the headboard. A pair of handcuffs waited at each station, attached to the posts. Beaming, she clicked them in place. While doing so, her tits hung in his face. The temptation to mouth them was strong.
Alexis did not stop there. After concluding with his wrists, she whirled about and manacled his ankles to the posts as well.
Alexis Randall was an eccentric lady, he determined.
As though to compensate for his submission, Alex performed an electrifying striptease. Her dainty fingers floated across the buttons of her golf shirt, expertly releasing them. The sight of her bra stirred him. The elevated cups containing those delightful mounds of flesh left his throat dry. Her bra flew off and the eye-popping fullness of those tits exploded with an experienced twist. Tom stared at those ripe nipples, screaming for his mouth. He dug the heels of his feet into the bedding, tormented by their inflamed appearance.
"Don't they look good?" she murmured.
He nodded.
Framing them with her hands, she brought the two nipples together and delivered them to his face. Tom's Adam's apple rippled as those fleshy stubs neared him. He let out his tongue, barely making contact. The essence of her warm flesh enveloped him. Mmmmmmmmm. He trembled, reaching for more of that tasty nub. Alexis wasn't as generous. She pulled back, denying him its succulence.
Kneeling between his legs, she proceeded to shed more of her clothing. Tom thought her body sensational. He drooled at the sight of her ass as she rid herself of the golf shorts. The panties she wore were provocative. The upper portions of her thighs, in tandem with her shapely butt cheeks, could have precipitated cardiac arrest. She hooked the elastic rim with her thumbs, then slid the panties lazily over her hips. Alexis's blonde thatch glared insolently at him. He swallowed roughly, digesting its perfection.
Tom prayed that she would sit on his face. He yearned to give her oral pleasure. Sinking his tongue into that gorgeous pussy would be equivalent to paradise.
"What are you thinking?" she inquired with a smirk.
He grinned. "Guess."
She glanced down at her voluptuous figure and centered on her blonde nest. Mischievously, she spread the thick, moist lips with her fingers, then crawled to his face. "Is this what you want?"
He extended his tongue, straining for that coveted prize. He dabbed one side of her juicy flap, collecting redolent honey. His cock went totally rigid as he savored that mouthful of Alexis. He groaned, running the cream along the inside of his cheeks before downing it. Mmmmmmmmmm. His second attempt, unfortunately, was thwarted. Alexis backed off fast.
"Steady," she said. "Don't overexcite yourself. I want to see staying power."
"You'll get staying power, I promise," he muttered.
She shook her head. "Not for what I have in mind." She snatched his cock and jerked it. "I envy Shannon. She probably can't get enough of this thing."
"She hasn't had it at all," he uttered without thinking. Her invigorating stroke got the better of him.
Alexis giggled. "That's my identical situation with Jason. I've been after him for years, but he won't give in. I'll bet your partner has better luck getting him in the sack."
Envisioning Shannon in bed with Jason Hammer did not bode well with Tom. He rejected all thought of it. He sincerely hoped the president of Windsor Communications didn't succumb to her bold passes.
Tom perversely did not equate his being in the feathers with Alexis as improper. She had initiated sex-not him. "Don't worry about her stealing the spotlight-Jason won't act on a thing without referring to me. He always solicits my input."
She watched the lines of tension gather in his face while she massaged his cock. His heavy pulsations told her that if she continued to pump him in that fashion, he'd cum.
Alexis stretched her sexy body to open a drawer beside the bed. A tube of cream was fetched. "Are you man enough for some real fun?"
He couldn't answer. Her wonderful kneading robbed him of speech. Instead, he croaked and throbbed in her clutch.
She unscrewed the cap, then squeezed a generous amount of K-Y on his dick. "Mmmmm. Real men like a tight fit."
The greasy substance was extensively spread. Unable to contain his excitement, he lifted himself from bed and started fucking her fist. He gasped as he slid through that stirring compression.
"Pretty anxious, huh," she teased. "Let's see how much you can take."
Alexis positioned herself so that he had an unbarred perspective of her ass. She fanned her buns for his individual viewing pleasure. Gyrating her hips, she intensified his desire.
Tom saw her squeeze a healthy glob of cream on her finger, then guide it to her asshole. Oh, Christ. Witnessing her digit enter her rectum was sheer torture.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, coating her butt hole.
Tom experienced a strong quiver deep in his groin. Alexis was a lot hotter than he bargained for. The thought of fucking those nice little buns produced a surge of adrenaline.
Alexis's finger yawned in and out of her dark opening. She bit her bottom lip, stifling her gasp. "Have you ever wanted to fuck Shannon?" she asked.
The spoken name of his rival at the feverish midpoint occasioned an agonizing twitch in his cock. Tom was reminded of the previous night, in which masturbation became compulsory while listening to her heightening sobs. "Shannon? What makes you ask?"
"She's an attractive girl," Alexis professed. Her digit continued to lubricate her rectum. "I wouldn't mind spending some private time with her."
Was there no cap on Alexis's lust? "You've been with women?"
"Sure. They can be almost as much fun." Alexis dislodged her finger, then nabbed his cock. "These give the best thrill. There's nothing like a stiff one."
The handcuffs scratched his wrists as he involuntarily pivoted. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Alexis's electrifying stroke plucked the wind from his sails. He arched his back and dug his heels into the mattress.
"You like that, huh?" The oils in her palm served as an excitant.
"Jesus," he puffed.
Arranging herself on her side, Alexis pushed that greased ass toward him. The stout head of his cock slid in her crack. Gliding along that slippery track heightened his pulsations. Trembling, he neared that wrinkled target.
"Would Shannon let you do this?" she teased. "Does she take it in the ass?"
Tom couldn't answer. His vocal cords were frozen. Her habit of interjecting Shannon Price at a pivotal moment rocked his senses. He didn't want to think about her while his dick got stuck into a mouth-watering ass.
She closed the distance between him and that slick hole, shifting her buttocks. His bloated crown pierced her rectum.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Alexis cried, then worked her hips.
Tom struggled with the cuffs while those buns began absorbing him. The pressure she exerted upon him made him groan and sweat.
Her escalating whine rebounded off the walls. "Oh, yeah," she panted, wiggling and cramming him into that tight space. "Bury yourself in my ass."
"Jesus," Tom gulped as those taut buns sank over his cock. Air hissed through his clenched teeth. "Christ Almighty-"
Alexis slammed her butt at him. "Yeah. Give me that thing. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
The sound of her convulsive breathing challenged his ability to postpone orgasm. He thought he was going to explode in that clutching asshole. It snapped him up in large sections, smothering every nerve. He tossed on his back, unable to take control.
Alexis, steadying herself, caressed his woolen thigh. She molded her ass to him. The continuous bump of those shaking cheeks left him hoarse. He moved through agonizing constriction.
"Fuck me," she commanded, squirming. "Fuck me."
The handcuffs severely restricted his acting on that instruction. He ground his heels into the bed and jabbed into her butt. She squealed in joy, taking him deep. He effected an unvarying pump until his manacles became a deterrent.
Alexis picked up the slack. She stuffed him into her ass with a spirited shove. The descent of his bone-like thing made her moan. Breathlessly, she humped it, gyrating her hips and whacking his balls. Her furious development caused the bed to rock.
Tom was thrown into a swelter. Her asshole milked his cock like a well-trained machine. He gasped at its onslaught. She dragged out the pleasure summoned by that frantic rump. He pulsated in her oiled confines. His balls ached; he thought if orgasm didn't occur shortly, they would rupture.
Alexis whipped his senses to a boil when her hand gravitated to her pussy. He watched her put a finger over her clit and jiggle like mad. Having her body connected to him, he experienced her wild vibrations.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, swaying seductively. She plucked at her love button. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah." Her other hand continued to run up and down Tom's hair-rough thigh. Her fingers tickled their coarse texture. Simultaneously, her hungry asshole devoured his cock with each lurch.
Being attached to Alexis while she played with herself fired Tom's passion. His balls churned ferociously. Staying parked in her ass was excruciating. The walls of her butt crushed him. He jerked through them, concentrating on her dreamy expression. The scent of cunt pinched his nostrils. He heard those wet, stirring sounds from between her legs, then pushed his cock so far into her ass, his balls smarted.
Alexis shuddered. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh." Her spasmodic motion launched his orgasm.
"Uggghhh," he growled, pouring everything he had into her bowels. He discharged heavily into those tight buns. "Uggghhhh. Uggghhhhh. Ugggghhhhhhhh."
He pulled at the cuffs that restrained him, thrashing on his back. Alexis twisted and squealed, keeping herself impaled.
At the pinnacle of ecstasy, a picture of Shannon entered his mind. In that whirring second, he imagined it was her ass he injected with cum. Ugggggghhhhhh.
That nearly knocked him cold.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Shannon wept, rocking frantically on Jason's lap. Her head veered back, her eyes slammed shut and her mouth twisted. Her pussy was wrapped securely about Jason's thick stem. She gripped his shoulders for better leverage, then proceeded to stroke his cock. His balls were in the groove of her quivering ass cheeks. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Her throat burned. Hoarse from screaming, she marshaled her energies and peered at Jason. His fever-bright face swam into view. The splintered light furnished by the fire they'd lit, displayed his withered expression. The fierce throb inside her cunt accounted for his diluted resilience.
"Move that ass," he groaned. He enclosed her buttocks with such urgency, he left imprints, "Oh, yeah. Fuck me with that hot pussy. Stroke my cock, baby. Cover me up. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
That wet pussy enveloped him. He plunged through tingling, moist tissue. He functioned on automatic pilot, gliding into cruising altitude. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. He stood tall in that warm clutching snatch and groaned.
He loved watching the unraveling splendor of that beautiful face while he fucked her. Those emerald spheres curved into her whites; her lips became taut, then widened in a protracted gasp; and lines of tension formed, then were erased. That feedback was due to his cock, edging its way into her soft pussy, stoking the flames of her desire. He braced himself for her shivering slide. Ahhhhhhhhhh. She took enormous pleasure in holding his dick in her pussy, squeezing it repeatedly between her legs.
Shannon yielded sizzling friction. Her slippery cunt enfolded him. His breath became ragged. Sweat trickled from his brow. He dragged air into his lungs to replenish that which became stale.
Shannon rode him with abandon. Her huge tits stretched before her, nipples distended. She derived total satisfaction from lifting and dropping her sweet ass on him. That hard, burrowing sensation propelled her. She ground her snatch to the base of his cock, squealing with joy. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Heatedly, she acknowledged his slicing shaft. Jason gave her something rigid to latch onto. He gasped from the slick vise she effectuated. Her constricted muscles made short work of his will power.
Shannon dug her fingers into his shoulder during her furious hump. Her pussy slapped wetly to his skin. Their groins came together in a frenzied crunch. They were nearly out of breath, consummating their pleasure.
Shannon observed Jason's gnarled features one final time before convulsing. Scores of droplets streamed from his temple. He quivered in her pussy seconds before his eruption.
"Uggghhhhhhhh," he grunted, pumping hot cum. "Uggghhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhh."
Shannon was stricken with fever. She curved her spine while her hips frantically snapped. Pushing down firmly with her pussy, she magnified his explosive outcome. She concentrated on the faraway look in his eyes, coupled with his shrill exhalations. He jerked beneath her, gasping for air. That hard dick twitched deep in her pussy. She rose and fell on it, savoring that splitting force until she spasmed.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she cried, rocking frantically on his lap. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhh." Seizure-ridden, she fastened herself to those broad shoulders of his and weathered the storm that raged.
At length, Shannon righted her orgasm-ravaged body. The haze cleared. Her mouth dropped over his for some stirring tongue play. His presence of mind restored, Jason answered her call. His muffled groan tolled as their pointed tips darted. Smoothly, he caressed the bare ass situated on his lap.
The flames crackled in his fireplace, throwing heat at their passion-soaked bodies. They were in the large state room of his home, where he entertained business associates and generally conducted business. The atmosphere had been too highly charged for conversation concerning the merger. Their afternoon of sudden, enthusiastic sex was parlayed into a romantic evening-replete with meaningful glances and curious touching.
They sat before the fire, attempting to resume the thread of their dialogue-or some resemblance of it-when their mouths came together for another steamy kiss. Within seconds, Shannon's panties were taken off, Jason's shorts were yanked down and she straddled him. Their actions were mechanical, dictated by the body and not by the mind.
Shannon was far from happy with herself. To a degree, she was sorry that they fucked. She hadn't wanted sex to interfere with-or augment-their business relationship. Now that their hormones had gotten into the middle of it, she doubted Jason would take her seriously as a catalyst for the marriage of their two companies.
Unfortunately, Jason was an irresistible man. She surrendered to him out of weakness. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Her pussy ached from his hard, spearing cock.
Gently, she detached herself. Jason's granite-like dick popped from her cum-saturated hole. She trembled, promptly noticing the void. She had grown accustomed to that cock.
She rolled next to him with a faint sigh. Jason made no attempt to pull up his shorts. He continued petting her ass, even after they disconnected.
A moment of awkwardness ensued. She barely knew the man, yet had fucked him twice. Although intimately acquainted with each other's body, their lack of familiarity with each other's business philosophies reigned.
"Why do you think it imperative that Windsor and Lawton merge?" Jason asked, quietly breaking the ice. "What benefit will our shareholders gain?"
Shannon cleared her throat and began firm footing. "Lawton manufacturers quality electronics. Our televisions, VCRs and camcorders are among the best available. Linking the technology of Windsor's telecommunications with our product would add value to the portfolios of our shareholders. Our companies are ideally suited. This is absolutely a win-win situation."
"Do you envision a tremendous corporate restructuring in the event we agree?"
"Hardly. There is no duplication of effort in either company. We would each continue to operate in essentially the same fashion as today."
Shannon tried to keep her gaze level with his face. Observing that delicious cock of his would invariably cause her defense system to malfunction. His calm, commanding voice instilled the impression he was quite capable of handling a third session. She was uncertain if her pussy could withstand another bout with that monster.
"You must admit, we haven't attempted a hostile takeover," she went on. "Lawton could have easily offered your shareholders one and a half times Windsor's market value in a cash swap. Taking radical measures isn't our custom. We wish to engage in a friendly merger."
Jason looked pensive at the information he was fed. His hand persisted in encompassing her ass. "And what about us?"
"Us?" Shannon echoed.
"Will I have access to you?"
His tone assumed a seductive definition.
"Well, we'll still have our jobs. I don't think anyone can run Windsor Communications better than you."
"Will you come to me when I need you?" he asked in that low, pulse-accelerating voice.
"Why would you need me?" she stammered. Although Shannon tried valiantly to maintain a professional distance-at least until they concluded their talk-she was acutely aware that her tits were exposed. Jason had pulled her golf shirt over her shoulders, baring those twin globes. Her erect nipples disclosed her mental state. There was no possibility of hiding their inflamed condition. In an effort to hide her shakiness, she tucked her long, slender legs beneath her. She furnished Jason a sumptuous view of her smooth, shapely thighs.
His extensive legs were thrown out in front of him. His trim body was stretched full length. Averting her gaze from those manly thighs proved futile; she was drawn to them every few seconds. Surreptitiously, she checked for evidence of an erection. Naturally, his cock stood at an appetizing height, ready for more of her.
"You wouldn't want me to think your willingness thus far was precipitated by a call of duty?"
"I've never permitted it to happen in the past," she confidently stated.
He nodded. "Me neither. Women have made themselves available to me in order to secure favors. If I even suspected an ulterior motive, I rejected them." He groped her ass. "I don't believe, in your case, that's the situation."
"It hasn't been." She couldn't partially recover from the strong emotional pull he exerted. Lust tended to yield diminishing consequences for her. She saw the abandonment of her mores at that first electrical surge. She found her gape drifting to Jason's crotch-which wasn't a good sign.
His eyes fell to her mouth-watering breasts. They jutted so prominently, he could scarcely ignore them. "Don't be afraid with me, Shannon. I promise not to hurt you."
Speechless, Shannon quivered.
Jason settled onto his back, thrusting his crotch at her. Defiantly, he draped his long legs around her, opening them so she maintained her view of his furious equipment. Jason displayed his hard-on with pride. The size of his dick seized her concentration.
That he still sustained additional fuck power ruptured her control. Jason was the type of man suited for marathons.
He took her hand and put it over his swollen cock. She trembled, fondling the bulging shaft. "It wants you," he whispered in a deep, masculine timbre.
She nodded, breathing faster. The heat of his erection invaded her system with intoxicating force. Her resistance invariably waned. She failed to exhibit the necessary restraint, and could do little else but rub him. She was too numb to think when instinct told her to use her mouth or her cunt.
Pounding excitement formed a thickening in her throat. She warned herself about making a mistake. There was no power to combat him. Reassigning these temptations to a less corruptible part of her brain wasn't within her nature. Her senses were overheated. She could not neglect that impulse of wanting to take it in her mouth.
Jason gasped as she held him. "Jesus, baby, you're making it throb. Get your hand around it. Massage me. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhh. You're certainly hot. Move up and down. Pump that dick."
It jerked excitedly in her clutch. She barely managed to encompass it with her fingers. Jason was enormous, filling her grasp with a pumped-up shaft that was primed for action. The glint in his eyes disclosed how he planned on showing her how much she turned him on.
"Don't be shy," he whispered, thrusting his hips at her. Jason surrounded her with those sturdy thighs. His cock hadn't moved a fraction. "You know it's going to be great.
Indulge yourself, baby. Have some fun with it." She shivered.
"Nobody has to know-especially your partner," he went on, cupping her head and pushing it down. He lifted his hips, urging her to suck. "Come on, baby, it'll taste good. It wants a warm mouth, a hot tongue. Show me what you can do with it."
She opened her mouth and sunk moistly onto it. Jason's contented groan reverberated as she licked the shaft, rubbing her lips up and down. Her tongue ran the length of the dense pulsating vein, applying a gratifying tickle. She could taste her cunt juices.
"Christ, oh, yes, eat that thing. Swallow it. More. All of it-if you can." He gave another decisive shove forward, getting himself greased with saliva before giving his cock the go-ahead. She widened her lips to take him, puckering as he slid deep into her throat. He watched his cock disappear into that slurping vastness.
"Mmmmmmmm." She moaned loudly with him buried in her throat, making him feel her anxious vibrations. She stroked his balls, smoothing her thumbs over them in frantic circles. Her red hair whipped over his lap, covering her face as she took more of his cock, then she tossed it over her shoulder without detaching her lips.
Jason shuddered, grappling her shoulders.
He hadn't expected that luxurious quality. She sucked harder on him, getting him ready to explode. "Oh, yeah do that again, right there. Your mouth makes me sizzle. Jesus, if you keep going like that, you're going to be gulping down some hot jizz. I'm gonna pop my nut."
He was a very descriptive man. He liked giving instruction, and was quite open about pinpointing his source of gratification. More than once, her head was seized, pushed down and made to linger when she hit a delicate spot. Once that happened, she constricted her lips and throttled her tongue until he was hoarse. She could feel the enjoyment streaming through him via that heavenly compression. She let a prickly string of drool filter down his pulsating surface.
While Shannon mouthed him, he took off her top. Her tits sprang from confinement at his expert twist. Those soft and squeezable globes were at his service. He took possession of one, feeling the nipple enlarge beneath his inquisitive touch. "You're so fucking hot, baby. I can't get enough of you. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Not a chance."
She lifted her mouth from Jason's cock and gazed at him. The need in her eyes was strong, as well as the itch to please him. A web of spittle stretched from her lips to the fiercely sucked head. Jason was still shaking from her oral embrace.
He watched as she wrapped her tits around his cock. Both nipples pointed at him, rigid with excitement. She massaged him slowly, holding her gape. His dick, wet from her mouth, tingled as she stroked him.
"God," he muttered, exhaling loudly. "That feels incredible. Give me more of that. Oh, yeah, rub me with those tits, pull them around my cock, uhhhh." Her pillowy breasts hugged him sweetly. He threw back his head and let out an endless gasp.
Shannon had no idea of what she would do next. Everything occurred so spontaneously. She took pleasure in fitting her boobs about his swollen dick. That long, thick shaft scorched her fleshy groove.
Working him into a frenzy sent her whirring. Her pussy was damp, starved for something to grab onto. She straddled Jason's leg and ground her pelvis to him. Her greasy snatch rubbed against his hair-dusted shin. Jason responded by raising his knee, pressing it against her pussy. Ohhhhhh! She was getting so horny, sliding back and forth. Watching Jason's head rock, his features intense, launched a heat storm. Her clit throbbed, enjoying the friction. She began to crave penetration once again.
Jason gathered enough presence of mind to see Shannon had worked herself into a lather. He had lost himself while her tits tugged at his cock's skin. Her fabulous boobs operated as buffers, stimulating his shaft with their elegant smoothness. Glancing up at his ecstasized expression, she conveyed that she needed more that a dry hump.
"Come sit on me, baby," he said. He arched his back, urging her to release his dick from her joy-giving clasp.
Hypnotically, Shannon obeyed. She enclosed his cock in her fist, rendering anticipation. She mounted him, prepared to treat herself for another joy ride. Once he was submerged in her satin heat, they would reverse roles. She would be the aggressor, dictating her demands. He would submit to the scalding rub of her juicy cunt lips. She planned on charging down on that bone-solid column, then provoking him with her pressurizing walls.
Jason sensed her challenge. "Think you can handle another trip, baby?"
"I sure do."
He took her hand and guided his saliva-coated cock into her pussy. The bloated head pushed at her furred cunt lips. She was amply lubricated. Her soft tanned thighs eagerly framed his thrusting hips. "Sink down on me, baby. Take it slow. I love the way it feels when I slide into your cunt."
Shannon smiled. "Mmmmmmmmmm. Me, too." His cock began to go up into her snatch, splitting her pussy hole. "Oh, God," she panted, catching her breath and gritting her teeth. "Ohhhhhhhhh." She bore down with her knees, closing the distance between her furry mound and his balls. "Ohhhhhhh."
"Yeah," he gasped, "let it in there."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." She surrounded his dick with drenching warmth. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Shove yourself into me. Drive your cock into my soaked pussy. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh."
Jason began losing it. He swallowed loudly, squeezed by wet snatch. There was no fighting it; he was addicted to her.
She shut her eyes. He shook roughly. She could feel his shiver through her gorged pussy lips. Her nipples bulged out at him, daring him to rotate his fingertips.
Jason went backward, elevating his hips, and worked his cock into her. "Push down, baby. Christ, you're tight. That pussy's really wrapped around my dick. Bring that sweet ass down to my balls."
"God, it's so hard," Shannon moaned. "Oh, God, it's massive, crammed into my pussy." She was filled with cock-lots of it. Sitting on something that substantial raised her pulse. She got hornier by the second, enjoying the occupation of that big dick once again.
She humped him wildly, moving at a frantic pace. Her juicy snatch covered him again and again, clutching him as she sawed up and down that steep shaft. She whimpered when grasping that heavy trunk, then purred on her way to his bloated tip. Her butt cheeks were smashed to those plump balls. When she had him entirely encased, she sobbed with ecstasy. Ohhhhhhhh.
"Fuck me, baby," he grunted. "Fuck me. Fuck me good."
Her ass hopped, her tits flew and the pleasure was abundant. Sweat poured from his brow as she thrashed against him. She clung to him with her pussy, wielding a slippery grip on that thick shaft. Her feverish exertions sent him into orbit, as evidenced by the glaze of his eyes, the twitching corner of his mouth and the absent caress of his large hands. He swelled inside her, growing yet further until there wasn't a gap left for him to strain.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Shannon moaned, pounding steadily down on him, isolating herself from reality and returning to this impaling cock. She sank her fingers into his shoulders.
To neutralize her sexual greed, Shannon lowered her inflamed nipples to his chest and dragged them across the rough patches of hair. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Sweat poured from her body, dripping off her nipples and landing on Jason's fever-anguished body. She swung her hips back and forth, absorbing his entire shaft. She slid up and down, pumping her soaked pussy with his dick. Ecstasy reflected from her features.
"Yeah," she murmured, pushing down with her cunt, glowing. "Yeah, oh, yeah." It felt indescribable being filled by a big man.
She pelted his groin, gasping as her cunt lips opened up and swallowed him whole. Her tits swung in his face. He tried to lick one of them, catching the very tip with his tongue. He fondled her ass, dragging her down until his barrel-headed tip was high in her hole. He throbbed deep inside her.
"This is what I need," he grunted, fucking her with all he had. "Jesus. Does that feel good."
He groped her tits, scooping them in a tremulous grip. They were really connected. He rammed into her creamy cunt, studying her reaction. His handsome face was contorted with lust. His deep, guttural voice alternated in pitch as she rose and fell onto his lap. She writhed and jerked, fucking his cock. Her pussy lips enveloped his shaft like a pink velvet glove of vibrant flesh. It stimulated every inch of him with its constantly cock-clenching ability. She exercised remarkable muscle control, infusing his senses with white-hot energy. That was quite apparent from his external response.
"Ohhhhhhh," she panted, "ohhhhhhh!"
Jason spotted that familiar look in her face. "You're going to cum, aren't you?"
She nodded, her features intense.
"Then go for it. Cream on my dick." He grabbed her by the hips and fucked her hard, reaching deep into her pussy.
She moaned, then leaned back as far as she could, until her nipples, the highest point of her body, swayed in the air. Her body shook uncontrollably. "Oh, yes, yes!"
"I can feel it, baby. I can feel you cum. It's so great, isn't it? Yeah, you can't stop yourself. Do it, do it."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
She was stunned by the power of her orgasm. Her contractions were far stronger that those she'd had earlier. She blinked back tears and reclaimed her senses several moments later. She dragged huge gulps of air into her lungs until her breathing steadied.
The intensity of her orgasm urged Jason to follow. His jizz shot into her with hot pumping action. It looked as though he tried holding back, but the shivering momentum they achieved precluded that from happening. They gave themselves over to complete and lasting ecstasy.
"Uggghhhhhhh," he grunted, embracing her with those heavily biceped arms. He spoke through clenched teeth, his eyes shut tight. "Uggghhhhhhh. Jesus, I'm cumming."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
CHAPTER FIVE
Shannon and Tom lunched privately the following afternoon. Each were eager for-and enviously awaited word of-the progress made.
Shannon dressed seductively. Her original plan was to wear something mundane, if only to divert him from his usual acid comments. During the selection process while at the closet, her hands gravitated to a sexy sundress. She envisioned Tom's eyes popping out of their sockets when he saw her tits jut. She recalled her surge of jealousy when Alexis became positively territorial with him.
Tom primed himself for emotional warfare. He had a hunch Shannon would be up to her old tricks. He further suspected she had Jason Hammer wrapped about her little finger. The spell she-likely cast wasn't completely foolproof. He had Alexis-legal eagle for Windsor Communications-under his control. Alexis had all but begged him to stay the night.
Tom might have obliged if his curiosity hadn't overwhelmed him. He was inquisitive as to whether Shannon did the same. From his room, he listened for the giveaway sounds of her arrival. He kept the volume low on his television, anticipating some sign. Before midnight, Shannon entered her room and, from the lack of background noise, appeared to retire alone.
Tom felt confident he could usurp Shannon's authority and instruct Alexis to arrange a conference with Jason. If Tom could privately meet with him and reach a tentative agreement about the merger, he would solely claim credit.
"Have we got a signed contract yet?" Tom inquired after ordering them drinks.
"I think we're fairly close," she divulged.
Tom sneered. "You managed to accomplish that while on your back? I'm impressed."
Shannon slighted him with an imperious look. "How did you spend the afternoon? Bragging about your fabled genius? Did the woman get a word in edgewise?"
"I kept her busy," he said with a grin.
Shannon read the implication in his tone. She did not wish to consider his fucking that cow. "For all of two minutes?"
"Believe me, I got her attention." He assessed her closely. "So tell me: did you fuck him?"
"That's none of your business."
"Sure it is. You did it on company time. I have a right to know."
"I'm not telling you a thing. Use your imagination."
He sipped his beer. "If I did, you'd come out looking even more like a slut."
Shannon clenched her fists, attempting to manage her anger. Why did he always have to discount her abilities? "You may as well know, I'm seeing him after lunch-with a blank contract. By the end of our meeting, his signature should be affixed."
"You can't coordinate that-not without his legal counsel."
"She'll be there," Shannon smugly announced.
Bitch. Alexis hadn't breathed a word about that to him. He thought they reached an understanding-particularly after the previous day's encounter. Apparently, Jason Hammer's lawyer wasn't the guiding light she pretended. "I'll have to go with you."
Shannon took pleasure in his symptomatic frustration. All the indications were present. "I don't recall an invitation being extended to you."
Tom lowered his voice to a gruff tone. "I refuse to let you sabotage this deal on me. I worked my balls off to prepare for this trip. I did my homework. I've gotten some of the most difficult people in the world to sign on the dotted line without having to fuck them. One of these days, you're going to learn that a cunt doesn't always come in handy when it comes down to the wire."
"Why does your narrow mind reshuffle matters to conform with your convoluted principles?" Shannon raised her voice a notch. "I'm sick and tired of listening to how I've roped Jason Hammer through sexual favors. We've had many intense discussions since our golf game-"
"Fully clothed?" he derided.
"-and have invariably concluded the wisdom of merging into one entity." Shannon forged ahead, refusing to acknowledge his line of insults. "You weren't the only person doing groundwork for this trip. I spent nearly a week collecting reference material, too. My research enabled me to speak intelligently about reorganization."
"Bully for you. That didn't stop you, however, from clinching the deal with a little pussy."
"And what of your little rendezvous with Miss Randall? Was that conducted in a platonic manner?"
"To be quite honest, she behaved exactly the way all women do: with their legs wide open."
"You can't stand losing-is that it? Your bulletproof ego insists upon accepting only fiction when the chips are down." Shannon got to her feet. "Congratulations. You've succeeded in robbing me of my appetite. Enjoy having lunch by yourself."
Tom jumped from his chair and signaled the waitress for the check. "You're insane if you think I'll permit your consummating this agreement solo."
"Come along if you like. At any rate, Jason will bill me with full credit. It's too late to plot resistance."
Shannon, thoroughly enraged, stomped to the elevator station and smacked the button. Although she clearly had the advantage, Tom's antagonism rattled her. She despised him and his deranged standards.
Shortly after charging into her room, she heard Tom's door open and shut next door. The bastard was right on her tail. If he felt compelled to be humiliated when Jason praised her on a job well done, then so be it.
"Make sure you leave your panties behind," Tom yelled through the wall. "Jason will want to celebrate afterward."
Shannon shook violently. That son of a bitch. Her patience had reached saturation. An urge to claw him with her nails mounted.
Turning on her heel, she saw the connecting door that gave access to his room. The chair blocking her path was hastily pushed aside. She unlatched the door, then threw it back.
Tom, shirtless, stood in the middle of the room. His face was a study of arrogance. His snarl boomed at her-along with an unprecedented thrill. He looked vaguely surprised she would have the audacity to barge in on him; that, however, evolved into dawning satisfaction.
The poisonous spears he hurled didn't cancel her underlying desire. Shannon still felt tremendously attracted to him. Her knees lost their strength. She clutched the doorknob for support. Tom, with his naked chest and its manly growth, fractured her confidence.
Tom recognized Shannon's flare of lust. Her green pupils radiated with meaningful want. That revealing sundress from which he endeavored to gird himself, kindled a rapidly spreading fire.
-likewise, Tom experienced a total desertion of his hatred. A ferocity replaced that sentiment.
Stripping out of her emotions, Shannon went to Tom. That buckling sensation dissipated. She regained sure footing. He pulled her with sexual magnetism. Shannon made no attempt to resist it. The hot, wanting force that bubbled through her was nonnegotiable. Her pussy tightened in anticipation.
Tom gulped when those tits were pushed against his chest, then automatically enfolded her in his arms. His hand smoothed the small of her back, then drifted lower. He peered deeply into those dazzling spheres as though verifying the authenticity of her desire. He saw nothing that indicated deception. He dipped toward those lush, wanting lips and covered them.
Shannon moaned, then pressed herself to him. She was ill-equipped for the voltage of that kiss. Every socket was blown throughout her nervous system. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Nothing warned her of the hidden ecstasy contained in his mouth.
Tom pushed his tongue into Shannon. Her tangy flavor made him soar. She met his demanding whips with matching passion. He fastened himself to that wriggling waist, then shoved his crotch against her mound.
Ohhhhhhhhh. His cock was rock-hard, nearly bursting out of his pants.She shivered as he stroked her with that throbbing bulge. Ohhhhhhhhh. He cupped her ass and pulled her tight against him, exposing her to its size and heat. Ohhhhhhh. Her nipples swelled beneath her sundress, straining the fabric. She felt his warm breath on her face. Combined with the rush his groping afforded, she deemed there was no other election but total surrender.
She purred as he sought her fiery tip. He brooked no teasing, swiftly pinning it, then administered an eroding wiggle. She was immediately subdued by that invigorating rush.
Shannon shivered in Tom's embrace, intoxicated by the wild pulsations in his pants. The sundress afforded her little protection; she encountered every swollen inch that abutted her groin. Functioning under such unwavering pleasure confirmed the impossible. He evoked an intensity she could not refute. When she tried to move away from him-if only to reclaim her sobriety-he slammed the outline of his stiff cock into her crotch, intercepting and removing that threat. Ohhhhhhhh.
She stroked the hard muscles in his thighs. She had a whispery touch. Her lips were parted, moistened by her tongue. Strands of hair blew into her eyes. She moaned.
"You want it, don't you?" he muttered.
"Yes."
He pressed himself into her soft center. "You know it'll be good. Jesus-I want to know what it's like to be inside your pussy."
She ran her eyes over his body and liked what she saw. The muscular definition of Tom's chest was spectacular. His thighs were trim, yet solid. Mmmmmmmmmm. Tom was definitely all man.
He rubbed her with his rigid cock. Having a suddenly compliant Shannon Price in his room wasn't pure fantasy. Those big tits cushioning his chest weren't a figment of his imagination. Her submission was real. She wanted to fuck-and so did he.
Tom shelved his dispute with her. He couldn't stay angry with someone who made herself utterly available to him. Her relinquishment, however, was positively viewed. Shannon hadn't come to his room merely by accident. Subconsciously, she knew what she wanted and needed. Tom had the necessary equipment to fulfill that hunger.
Perhaps fucking her would pound home the message of exactly who was in charge.
Tom's touch was dizzying. The only way she could counteract the thrill was to insert a barrier between her sensitive pubis and his inflamed region. She manipulated him with her hand, watching his jaw drop after investigating the boundaries of his shaft. Christ, he was big-very big. His dick was much larger than Jason's. He would go farther in her pussy than she had ever experienced.
He dragged her onto the bed. Shannon willingly followed. Easing his legs around her, he thrust his crotch. "I always wondered what it would be like being in your mouth."
She knelt before him, smoothing her palms over both his thighs and letting him anticipate the oral pleasure she intended to give.
Shannon pressed her cheek against his groin. The faint throb of his cock was found. She glanced at him. Tom peered down, awaiting lip and tongue activity.
'Take it out," he ordered.
She did not take offense to the tone he employed. Tom was merely succinct in communication. That quality, she understood. Slowly, she unbuckled his pants, letting the suspense mount. His eyes were in pursuit of her every movement. His zipper came down easily. She relaxed the elastic band of his underwear over his crotch. His dick protruded in her face, resembling a flag pole.
"Oh, my God," she panted, genuinely aroused by its magnitude. She gave his thing a kiss. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"Use your tongue."
"Mmmmmmmm." She slurped it and felt his body tense. She proceeded to nibble on his cockhead, flicking her tip rapidly around the rim. She teased him with her lips, watching his shaft twitch to life. His dick twitched, encouraged by the playful dabs she administered. She experienced the first taste of his lust-heated cock. She loved the taste and filling sensation of cocksucking. Tom had a dick that was going to be a feast.
Tom cupped her head. "Jesus." His breath was sucked from his lungs. She prompted heated eruptions to race to the center of his stomach. "Come on, swallow me-suck."
She gladly accepted instruction. She widened her lips and covered his bloated crown. Her hot saliva washed over him, drenching him in its heat. Her tongue swirled out, around. "Mramra. You taste good."
"Yeah, oh, yeah," he muttered, closing his eyes. His jaw went slack as he was consumed by a mass of quaking cells. The pulse of his cock increased with each mouthing. Tom's head rocked on the pillow. Her oral domination literally stole his breath.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Shannon moaned, consuming more of his throbbing length. He throbbed in her mouth-all ten inches of him. It was exciting, wrapping her lips about a large cock. Up and down she swooped, taking him into her oral grip. She fastened herself feverishly to his hulking width, getting off on his struggle for air, his horny vibrations.
"Oh, baby. It's so good. Yeah, your mouth is driving me wild." He slammed onto his back. His knees shot up and his heels kicked into the mattress. He could no sooner help himself than she could help gulping down his cock. Once Shannon attached herself to him, the ability to stop eluded her. She had to keep sucking until his cum splashed inside her cheeks. "Suck me, baby. Suck me good."
"Mmmmmmm." She readily swallowed all he had to give, treating his dick to a moist vacuum. She vibrated the underside of his cock with her tip, urging his palpitations. His irregular pulse was wholly apparent. She detected preliminary orgasmic tremors and wondered exactly how long he was going to last in her mouth without surrendering to the urge.
Tom groaned from her suck. "Eat it. Take it down your throat. Oh, yeah. Oh, Jesus. Uhhh." He twisted the pillow that buffered his head. His fevered brain couldn't register anything beyond the hot, dripping saliva oozing down his cock. "Blow me. Suck that big, juicy cock."
Tom watched her gobble him. She loved giving blow jobs. He could tell from her ravenous expression as she slurped him. Her lips enveloped his dick, practically tugging the jism from his balls. The rinse of saliva swirling around his shaft as he fucked her face induced him to sweat. Perspiration formed at his temple, trickling down his face. The temperature in his room was definitely on the riseespecially with his cock jutting from her mouth. She devoured his erect thing with loud smacks and eager puckering. She had no problem managing his ten inches. Shannon enjoyed herself eating cock. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. She sucked him to brain-numbing pleasure.
Shannon filled her mouth with Tom. She rubbed her lips over his swollen thing, lavishing him with sweet pulsations. She knew she drove Tom insane, hungrily snapping him up. He'd gotten huge from her oral efforts. She sucked his dick deep into her throat, taking ample sections without gagging. He seemed to keep growing-so large, in fact, she had to ease off to get a breath of air.
"Stay with it," he muttered, pressing down on her head. "Suck more of me. Suck it harder."
Tom's hips shifted under her luscious tonguing. She did her best to regulate her mouthfuls, but his urgent thrusts took authority. His dick was big, throbbing with hot juice and blood. Huge veins bulged from the shaft. His size was a startling-and delightful revelation. Shifting her position, she gorged herself. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. She wanted him to cum harder than he had with Alexis.
Her fingers curled around his balls, caressing them. He trembled from her feathery touch. She deepened her grope, pleasing him with circular motion. A little more and he would explode.
Sucking Tom, however, gave her a stimulated high. She recalled how he had dominated her thoughts even when she was with Jason. Blowing him seemed to fulfill a prophesy. She subconsciously knew of her attraction. Having his stiff cock in her mouth, feeling its heated tremors while lapping it, made her pussy moist.
Her time spent with Jason wasn't entirely devoted to lingering thoughts of Tom. She recalled how she often stirred Jason's sexual impulses so thoroughly that before bringing him to climax, he removed himself from her sucking lips and climbed on top of her and fucked her soaked cunt. God. She moaned with pleasure when his throbbing dick impaled her. It was her reward for getting it nice and hard. Ohhhhhhh! Memories of it even now made her hot and juicy. Her clit hummed with titillation, demanding it be fingered. She slid her hand into her panties, between her legs. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Grinding her tip against that damp area was exactly what Shannon needed. When rubbing her mouth over Tom's cock, her enthusiasm heightened.
Tom caught her jiggling herself in the heat of the moment. "Is my dick making you hot? Why don't you sit on it and give yourself a treat?"
She smiled dreamily, then dropped her saliva-rich lips over his shaft.
He groaned as her mouth totally engulfed him, luring him back to splendor.
Her tiny mewls dared him to erupt. The lunge of his hips informed her he would expel a large amount. Shannon's oral massage prompted that very result.
She explored the full length of his cock, stroking with her eager fingers. His dick was bone-solid, primed and filled with fuck power. While sucking, she grazed the bulging firmness of his balls. She hummed with delight against his shaft as she unearthed his groans of passion. He surged and jerked between her lips.
"Jesus Christ," Tom muttered, overcome. His voice was hoarse with agonized need.
She could feel his body shudder. Her level of arousal mounted at a similar pace. As she rubbed her open mouth up and down the high cock, her tongue snaked out to flick fiery caresses.
The darting contact and sucking pressure made Tom lose direction. He got more anxious and wanted to feel his dick jammed deep in her sexy little throat.
"Suck it," he growled. "Swallow my cock. Yeah. Suck me deep."
Shannon was more than ready for that. Her pussy tightened with anticipation. Even her tits began to ache-they were so swollen. She wanted him to fuck her, but even more, she wanted him to fuck her mouth with his big, long dick.
Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding him as she slowly lowered her lips over his enlarged crown. Contact was electric.
She swallowed until her lips encompassed his thick stem. She paused, savoring the feel of having his solid cock embedded in her throat, then eager to devour more, she nudged forward again. Steadily, inch after inch disappeared in the pink circle of her mouth. It throbbed in her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat.
"You're good. Oh, yeah, eat it. Stroke me with those hot lips." Tom enjoyed every second he was absorbed. His cock swam in spit. He pressed down on her head, urging her to take more. Despite her earlier reluctance to participate, she displayed an appetite that amazed him. She had to squelch the impulse to let him fuck her. She ached for his dick to slide in and out of her pussy, but was determined to finish him off with her mouth.
Her heart thudded wildly. The heat of his body seemed to rise from him like steam; hers was of equal temperature.
Tom's cock glistened as Shannon pulled away, gulping air. Saliva oozed down the stiff column. Without wasting a second, she was back on it, working him into her throat while listening to his fresh groans of ecstasy.
She kept thinking how good it would feel having that solid mass lodged in her pussy. Images of laying back, moaning as he fucked her dominated her mind, making her wet.
Hot, sweltering desire caused her body to rebel. Her finger slithered back to her clit and rubbed. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! It wasn't enough. She needed something hard and thick grinding against it. She remembered how quickly Jason obliterated that feeling, charging through her fervent cunthole.
Her tongue traveled to his balls. She lashed them with sloppy affection. Mmmmmmmmm. Tom groaned, exhaling sharply. She licked him thoroughly, coating those oval shapes with tickling warmth. His cock stood tall and throbbing while she lapped his balls.
She panted, then sank her lips over his cock. She took him whole, swallowing his entire shaft.
"Jesus-"
She moaned in garbled anxiety while Tom clamped her head. He pulled her, incredibly, even closer to his body.
Tom tensed his hips and started bucking. His cock revolved in small, tight circles. Her nostrils flared to drag in air. His hands, curled in the thick fall of her hair, held her securely to his groin.
"Come on, baby," he muttered in a low, seductive voice. "Suck me into that warm, open mouth. Rub those hot lips all over my stiff cock. Yeah."
She teased him with her tongue, lashing out with her limber tip. She sucked hard, even while he ground himself between her lips. Second by second, her excitement accelerated.
Tom hesitated for a moment, gathering his breath. "Gonna fuck you now," he muttered brokenly. "Fuck that hot mouth of yours with slow strokes."
She eagerly met his movements-advancing until her lips clasped the base of his big thing, then retreating until only his plump cockhead remained in her slippery grip. Back and forth she sucked, licked, nibbled. His cock, swelling as she worked it, neared its explosive point.
Sensual electricity rocketed through her body, settling in her sweetly agitated cunt. Her pussy oozed with juice, coating her panties and the insides of her thighs. Her clit begged to be stroked-an indulgence she refused to grant herself. She was relatively taken over the edge at her own doing.
Tom sawed in and out of her mouth with heightening fury. His thick cock urgently sliced through her wide-stretched lips. The tension inside him thrived until he could contain it no longer. From his ravaged look, the cum was probably boiling in his balls, preparing for discharge.
She recognized his inner turmoil. Her heart trip-hammered at the prospect of his jizz flooding her mouth. She wanted his cum, thirsted for it. The thought of his warm spew rushing down her throat made her dizzy.
"Mmmmmmmm," she panted, urgently mouthing him.
"Jesus, now.. .now," Tom groaned.
His body went momentarily numb, then he smashed his groin to her lips, burying his dick as deeply as possible. She felt the rhythmic pumping of his embedded member, tasting the hot pulpy spurts of his cum.
"Arrgghhhhh," he gasped, feeding her his eruption.
Moaning almost mindlessly, Shannon swallowed. Firmly, she pressed with her lips, collecting more of his white goo. Mmmmmm.
She took it all, savoring the sexy taste of his cum. When the flow slackened, she swirled her tongue, lapping up every last drop. She felt his body relax, the sexual anxiety diminished-for now.
She remained nestled between his legs as he leaned up against the clothes resting on hangers. She kept on sucking at his cock, softly, keeping him semi-hard.
He pressed down on her head. "Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhh. There, lick me there, yeah."
Shannon blinked. The steamy haze of lust scattered. She could scarcely believe she had given Tom a blow job. What subterranean urge navigated its way to the light of reality? A furious demon possessed her, ruling her body in order to execute that long-standing predilection.
She envisioned Tom holding that moment of weakness over her. Her sucking his cock was an ego-builder for him. That she couldn't resist putting her mouth on it upheld his accusations of her unrestrained tendencies.
Tom waited for their erotic spree to move to its next, bewildering stage. He fully expected Shannon to spread those beautiful legs so he could fuck her. Instead, she got up and walked to the adjoining door.
"I'll be ready in twenty minutes," she called over her shoulder in an emotionless voice.
Tom's features darkened. For a moment, he had actually believed her intentions sincere. Briefly, they buried the hatchet. Rushing at him like that, however, was a device to diffuse an explosive situation.
Their rivalry continued.
CHAPTER SIX
Jason examined the documents, then shook his head. "I don't understand."
Shannon retained a semblance of her composure. She realized that the facade she erected was of marginal effect. "Aren't the conditions set in the contract clearly defined?"
"It isn't your contract," he mentioned quietly. "It's your decision to share credit with Tom."
"Why does that come as a surprise? We came as a team. The merger was a joint project."
Jason shook his head. "Tom doesn't strike me as a team player. He seems entirely out for himself."
His comment amused Shannon, though she checked the snicker that inescapably developed. The transparency of Tom's ambitious nature wasn't a figment of her imagination-others readily saw it.
"It doesn't seem right," he sighed. "You were the one to convince me. You accomplished what others failed. Why should the limelight be divided?"
Shannon could not reply to his questions, for her answers lacked foundation. Her arrival with Tom surprised Jason. Needless to say, Alexis appeared somewhat uncomfortable. Whatever those two had conspired went awry. Shannon gathered that from the looks they exchanged.
Naturally, Jason was totally oblivious to any hatched scheme. Contrary to his normal policy, he alerted Alexis to his decision and enthusiasm to consummate it. Alexis had no choice but to abide by his wishes. She was summoned to his home to finalize those arrangements.
The temptation to revel in the victory was neutralized by a bothersome reflection. Shannon had been unhappy over the manner in which she concluded things with Tom. Almost immediately after vacating his room, she regretted her abrupt departure. If any moment represented a perfect timing to air her submerged feelings, it should have been at that point. Instead, she chose to run and not voice them. Tom's deadly silence throughout their ride to Jason's house precluded revisiting the subject.
Before Jason could affix his signature, Shannon had stipulated "combined" credit. Her announcement came as a surprise-including to herself. The words tumbled from her lips before she had an opportunity to weigh them.
It was true: the number of times Tom tried to upstage her should have been considered. Although she had aborted each and every attempt to minimize her capacity, Shannon forgave him. Her yearning prevailed over that malign treatment.
Jason's pen paused at the signature line. He had yet to scribble his name, pondering her contingency.
Alexis, grabbing a copy of the contract, excused herself and took Tom with her. She suggested an intermission so that they could discuss some of the conditions set by the agreement.
"Has anything changed since last night?" Jason asked.
Shannon quivered. "Changed?"
"You remarked of having no feelings for Tom. Does that remain true?"
Shannon held her breath, delicately composing a response in her head.
"You could have warned me about this," Tom hissed at Alexis the moment they entered a distant room in Jason's house. Out of earshot, he felt safe in venting his spleen.
Alexis remained cool. "Relax, sugar. Everything is under control."
"How can you say that? We're on the verge of signing and I get tossed a consolation prize? I don't want equal billing-I want total credit."
"That's a bit selfish, considering Shannon's generosity. In case you haven't noticed, she's got Jason wrapped around her little finger."
"I thought he consulted you before making a move." Tom couldn't conceal his bitterness. Alexis's reassurance had given him a false sense of security. "He's proceeding essentially without your guidance."
She shrugged. "He took me by surprise, too."
Tom tried to isolate the hostility that raged through him. The venom in his tone could not be checked. Although he reminded himself that insulting Alexis could be a fatal slip, he couldn't help but be angry with her. He felt utterly betrayed.
Alexis was hardly shaken by his insurgent tone. Those stormy brown pupils stimulated a frantic urge that could only be satisfied with rough sex. She had sensed the flare of his unshakable anger while the four of them reviewed the terms mapped by the agreement. That bubbling, seething fury excited her enormously. Alexis practically dragged him from the room, prepared to redirect it.
Tom's lean, muscled body radiated heat. She could scarcely control herself while gazing at him. Raw desire flowed through her body.
"You're much too wired for us to go back.
I'm going to cool you off," she murmured.
Tom ignored the suggestion in her voice until she sidled up to him. Every cell hummed in her titillated body. She ran her hand down his arm in an attempt to ignite a spark of passion.
Tom's sure hands faltered at her electrifying contact. He was ill-prepared for the potent charge Alexis gave. She caught the flicker in his eyes, as though he started to realize her illicit objective.
"This isn't the time, nor the place-" he blurted.
"I'll be the judge of that. Besides, Shannon and Jason are hashing out the details. They'll let us know what they agreed upon."
Alexis hustled to his crotch. He swallowed roughly as she enclosed him. "Jesus."
"Sometimes it's great being bad, hmmmm? Don't tell me ripping off a quickie in a fabulous place like this doesn't start your engine?"
The flutter of her fingertips sapped his will. His cock stirred. If she continued stroking him in that fashion, he would get a hard-on. "What if Jason discovers us-"
"It won't happen."
She rendered him defenseless with the curve of her full, sensual lips. There was a sharp decline in his rancorous tone. His momentary flicker at her tits confirmed his shadowed determination. He recognized the vibrations that existed between them, even if they were subdued.
"How about it?" Alexis asked, boldly rubbing him with her leg. The skirt she wore showed her luscious legs to advantage. Their flawless shape held him spellbound.
The absence of a response was taken in the positive frame. Alexis got behind him. Those sumptuous buns of his swam before her.
"Mmmmmmm. Too bad I didn't bring my handcuffs," she whispered. Very slowly, she took his ass in her hands. Her stimulating grasp of him accelerated his heartbeat.
Tom became still, his breath audible. He couldn't speak above the lump that formed in his throat. Alexis coerced guttural sounds from him by swinging her hips forward and massaging his ass with her crotch. She moved seductively over him. Tom couldn't recover his voice. He shuddered in her embrace.
"Jesus," he whispered.
"Do you have any idea of how wet I am?" she purred in his ear. "That temper of yours really gets me hot. Mmmmmmmmmm. No man has ever gotten me this juicy before, this fast. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Alexis gave Tom the most exhilarating strokes she could summon. Tom was the recipient of her warm, absorbent pubis molded to that manly butt. Her tits were crushed to his back, forming an enticing cushion he couldn't escape.
"This is all yours, sugar," she moaned, pressing herself to him. "I want to give every bit of it to you. You've gotten me so horny." Her hands swerved around him, groping the expansive muscles of his chest. Tom was built like a prize fighter. "Come on, baby. It'll be so good."
Her whispered promises depleted his will. Tom held fast the last vestiges of responsibility. He was determined not to compromise his job for the sake of getting laid. Her fingers floated over his smooth, solid contours, scorching his flesh with her sizzling imprint.
"Am I that simple to resist?" Alexis taunted, smashing her damp panties to his ass. She exerted more tension, feeding him her hunger. "Wasn't it good yesterday? Didn't I make you cum hard?"
To secure his consent, Alexis gave him something he couldn't possibly withstand: she went for his throat. Her lips enclosed that appetizing nape, then administered a pucker that caused him to groan. Tom was no match for that explosive charge. She succeeded in rocking his foundation. He pitched on his heels, fighting to drag oxygen into his lungs.
Her fluttering tongue and tempting mouth sent him reeling. His will-power was reduced to zero.
"Mmmmmmmm," Alexis mewled, slipping her hand inside his shirt and fondling his nipples. As a result of the stimulation they both erected, Alexis shivered. Her hips swiveled wildly, accentuating the caress of her mound to his susceptible butt. "Do you want to reach behind and feel the damp spot spreading on my panties? Hmmmmmmmm?"
"Oh, Christ," he muttered faintly.
After several stimulating rotations, he was hers to direct. Alexis could feel the hot quiver racing through his body. Tom was definitely in no shape to spurn her offer. That audible exhalation saw to the decline of his opposition-even if it had been prompted by a sense of obligation.
While she continued kneading his upper torso, her other hand dropped to his thigh. Tom stayed rooted, his dark pupils following. His head was turned slightly, keeping track of her lust-inspiring movements. He made no attempt to bolt, nor did he try to displace her roving fingers. His jaw was clenched, his breath quickening.
"Get on the sofa," she ordered in a low, sexy voice.
Tom did not challenge her. Not a single protest was leveled. He tumbled back, knees week, his legs thrown apart. The air in the room had grown thin. Reckless anticipation hummed between them. Alexis could tell how deeply he wanted her by the glow of his eyes. His chest rose and fell in expectation.
Her tits jutted from her blouse. Tom watched them shift from side to side as she arranged her face by his crotch. Alexis's skirt slipped forward, revealing her black lace panties to him. She maneuvered her ass, wriggling it for his individual pleasure. She wanted him to see exactly how horny he made her.
Tom, mesmerized, was frozen in position.
She was reluctant to break her hex. Wasting precious seconds, or hurrying could very well damage the mood. She manipulated his thighs with her hands, intensifying his expression. She felt his muscles tense in the process.
In a strained voice, Tom muttered, "Shit. This is no good. We shouldn't be doing this. He's going to walk in on us."
Alexis silenced him with a seductive smile, then proceeded to increase his stimulation. Mounting excitement met her touch. She fondled him, beckoning for him to relax and allow her free reign. From his somber cast, she gathered that he was reluctant to surrender that right to her. Total resistance did not face her.
Tenderly, Alexis smoothed over his crotch, challenging the hardened swell that greeted her arrival. She watched the bulging column stretch, yawning to full size beneath her caress. She trailed the outline of his cock and detected its throb. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Tom had the necessary equipment to provide orgasmic pleasure. She buried her face against it. Its stiffness was pure splendor for her cheek, her lips and her forehead. Aloud, she groaned.
At last, Tom was pushing her away. "We've got to stop this, before it's too late."
She peered at him. "It is too late. I want you, sugar-here, now." She stroked his bulge. "Even as you're verbally rejecting me, your body is telling me: yes, yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. You can't fight it."
He shook his head. "How can you expect me not to physically respond to what you're doing? You're giving me a raging hard-on. Christ. Let's cut this out."
"Do you actually want me to stop?" She snuggled closer to him. Her tits brushed his inner thighs. She detected untamed tremors. "Are you willing to hastily end this fantasy-or would you rather see it brought to a more satisfying conclusion?"
His Adam's apple rippled. Alexis's touch felt so different from Shannon's. As steeply as he wanted the seductive Southern Belle, he remotely longed for his partner. His desire alternated between the two. "We're in the middle of signing a multimillion dollar merger-and you want to fuck? What's gotten into you?"
"Is it my fault you've done this to me?" she whispered, stroking his cock. "You want it and I want to give it; let's just go with that, sugar."
"Won't Jason get pissed off-"
"He won't know."
Before Tom could protest any further, Alexis unzipped his fly. Once her hands were on his cock, neither was of the mind to argue. Her arousing clasp diffused his anger. Excitement filled her with such power, her knees shook. Tom watched with hooded eyes as she released his dick from captivity.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she mused, "look at how big it got. It's standing up all by itself." Alexis enclosed him in her fist, then executed a stirring pull. Tom pulsated wildly in her grip. "You can't lie to me, sugar. You want it just as bad. I can feel how much. Oh, yeah."
Tom groaned.
With an anxious sob, Alexis lowered her mouth to his stiff cock.
"Oh, Jesus," he grunted, defeated by the first delectable slurp of her tongue.
Liquid heat poured over his dick as Alexis devoured it. Her lips engulfed him in their hot clench, compressing the pulsating thickness.
He could no sooner prevent her from carrying out her wish to please him than he could deny himself the demands of his flesh. He observed with lasting joy as her lips pumped his shaft, coating it with warm saliva. She ate him so delicately, so lovingly that he couldn't possibly push her away. Her sexy expression made him even more erect, as though he were recipient of something rarely performed. He balled and unbailed his fists, then deliberately spanned the back of her lips with one hand and guided her. He coaxed her downward as the spiraling sensations lifted him, causing her to linger as her tongue produced shivering wonders to his cock.
Initially, Tom kept glancing at the door, distracted by the possibility of discovery. Fortunately, their activities were not under surveillance. As Alexis's consumption deepened, Tom abandoned his vigil and gave himself over to the tingling rush her slobbering afforded him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," he groaned, filling her mouth with his hard dick. "Oh, baby. Yeah."
"How do you like getting blown by a female lawyer, sugar?" she teased.
He was speechless, save for the low grunts he made as she went down on him. Obviously, he was unable to think clearly with his cock in her mouth. Before his memory plagued him with a fresh bout of worry, her descending head robbed him of strength. Soon, his defiance waned. Tom offered no more obstinacy, and, in fact, moved his hips toward her, willingly sending his cock into her sucking furnace.
Tom demonstrated exactly how much he liked getting sucked. He strained his hips to meet her open mouth. His pupils pursued every tongue-twirling, lip-catching step. Seeing Tom's urgent expression, feeling him excitedly push his cock toward her mouth as she widened her lips to swallow him was rewarding. She recalled how badly he had wanted head the day before. Mmmmmmmmm. If she had known it tasted that good, she would have done so. Taking cock down her throat and feeling a man's pulse through her lips afforded Alexis ecstasy. Tom's being thick posed some problem, but she filled herself with as much of him as possible. She loved the taste of his dick, thrilling to his hardness.
A few more saliva-drenching seconds and Tom sprang from his elbows, dragging her toward him. Raw urgency was exhibited in his frenzied grip. He tore off her blouse, struggling to free her aroused flesh. His mouth descended over her nipples, mouthing them frantically as he cupped her sweet curve of ass.
Alexis enjoyed his explosion of desire. The fierce sucking he vented made her body temperature climb. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, writhing in his embrace. "Yes, sugar. Take me."
She thrust herself against him, swooning from his mighty physique. Tom represented hard, trim muscle. He was everything she longed for in a man, plus more. He groped her with strong hands, availing himself of her huge tits. She responded passionately to him, grinding her pussy to him in feverish effort. Her whimpers were smothered by his mouth, then tongue, probing into the heat.
Their kiss was lasting, and when he finally pulled back, he studied her face in awe. "You've turned me into an animal."
Alexis put a finger to his lips, which he proceeded to nibble. Words were unnecessary at this point. Frantically, she unzipped his pants. She wanted the man inside them, and would settle for nothing less.
Tom became infected with the same delirium that gripped her. He no longer searched for reasons, but simply acted on impulse. He reached behind her and scooped up one of her butt cheeks, then squeezed. She arched her back, brushing him with her groin until he stilled her with a powerful grasp.
Alexis moaned as she felt his rigid thing smashing against her stomach, shivering from the expectancy of what it would be doing to her. Insistently, she clutched at him, running her hands down his body until she grazed his buttocks with her nails. Her circular motions established her erotic seizure.
Voracious need consumed them both as Tom turned her in his arms until her back was to him. His hands were alive, pinching her nipples while cupping her tits, smoothing over her stomach, grabbing her pussy.
He mouthed the base of her throat, prickling her flesh with his darting tongue. Although she was certain he had no knowledge of it, he had hit a hot button. She cried out, prompting him to continue. He nibbled on her ear lobe, then rubbed his mouth all over her vulnerable flesh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. She was nearly driven out of her mind. The man had uncovered her number one escalation spot and rode it to the limit.
"Jesus," he growled lustfully. "You've got me hungry."
Alexis was utterly lost in the torrent of pleasure. She closed her eyes as he coiled his arms about her, pushing her ass back until she felt his stiff cock from behind. When he gestured for them to move down to their knees, she obeyed. She fanned out her fingers on the seat, trembling as Tom stroked her stimulated flesh. Her butt was propped high in the air, ripe for the plucking. She anticipated rear penetration.
Mentally, Tom saw Shannon surrendering to him. Alexis provoked a feverish fantasy. What they did was an extension of the scene at the hotel. Urgently clutching her, he spoke with a hoarse voice. "Come here, baby, and let me give you what you've been asking for."
His husky tone fueled her desire. He slipped a hand under her stomach, nudging her pussy closer to his dick. The other gripped her tit, squeezing the nipple. In abandon, she lurched backward, allowing him to slip her the crown of his hard shaft. Involuntarily, she cried out as it separated her pussy lips and pushed into her. His dick sliced through moist tissue.
"Oh, my God," Alexis whimpered. "It's so fucking hard."
He pushed himself straight to the warm, clenching bottom. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Alexis sucked him deep into her cunt. The sensation of moving back and forth in that narrow space whipped him into a frenzy.
"Fuck me hard," she wept. "Fuck me like you couldn't yesterday, when you were handcuffed. Give me your big, hard dick. Tell me how much you want to be buried in my wet pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Tom stuck himself between those slick cunt lips and grunted. He threw his head back as the ecstasy flowed through his veins. Cramming his dick into Shannon's cunt would have been far more pleasurable, but he accepted Alexis as a suitable substitute.
"Yeah," he muttered, slipping in and out of that juicy receptacle.
"Fuck me," Alexis moaned, imploring him to fully submerge himself. Her crevice opened widely to receive his driving cock. "Ohhhhhh."
The threat of exposure still gnawed at him.
"Are you sure he won't come up here?" Tom muttered under his breath.
"Don't worry, he won't," Alexis murmured, shifting her ass cheeks to maximize his enjoyment. She tilted her head to look at him. He struggled behind her butt, reluctant to venture forth. "Don't torture me, sugar. Please, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
The plea in her tone finally persuaded him. He already had some cock in her, and from the manner in which she started gyrating her hips, he doubted he could quit. His dick was ramrod-stiff and getting increasingly wet from her sopping cunthole. Gradually, he reintroduced himself to her condensed slot. She groaned as he pushed, bobbing her sweet ass.
"I want to feel all of it inside me," she prodded. "I want it where it belongs."
From her breathless manner, she was begging for trouble. He charged into her with all he had. His balls slapped her butt. Madly, he pumped her.
Alexis cried out, then wrenched backward. She yanked his cock from her pussy. He was coated with her woman juice. Her fingers circled his throbbing cock, jerking it through her fist. He throbbed strongly in her clasp. Once again, she gazed hungrily at him, flashing her eyes. After securing his attention, she guided his cockhead back to her pussy. It slid smoothly into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, receiving that thick member. "Oh, yeah."
Turned on by what she sought to achieve, Tom abandoned his reservations and plunged into her with all his might, sending home the entire length.
"Here, baby," he grunted, cramming himself into her until his balls whacked her ass. "This is what you want. You want my fucking cock."
"Yes. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Alexis groaned as he moved inside her. His initial entrance had been delicious, but the subsequent strokes knocked her breathless. Ohhhhhhhhh. Tom was an incredible fuck. He sawed through her slick pussy lips without reluctance, gasping as she squeezed him.
"It feels so good, baby," he admitted, pumping her full of cock. "Your pussy's so wet, so snug. Man, it just grabs and sucks me into you. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
Alexis sighed. If only he knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of all that ramming, they could have compared notes. Ohhhhhhhhh. He was getting her off, jamming that monster into her cunt. That exciting friction produced a mind-rending high. She rocked herself to him, hungry for more of it.
Their bodies moved as one, slippery from sweat and cunt juice. Tom hammered away, feeding meat into her narrow passage and groaning as her warm pussy received every inch. They were beyond caring, reduced to a sex-crazed couple humping for the mere satisfaction.
The wet sounds of groin pelting against groin were like music to her ears, as were Tom's contented grunts. Happily, she embraced him from within, seizing his cock with her pussy until he gasped with delight. He was entrenched in her hot crevice, encased in squish.
"Oh, baby," Tom muttered, "there's no way I can hold back another minute. I've got to cum." He was on the brink of emptying himself into her tight pussy, with no way of delaying it. Her snatch was going to be flooded with his hot goo. He slowed his pace, attempting to delay the inevitable, but the evident heat scaling within his body hastened his strokes.
Alexis would have preferred prolonging the session indefinitely, but Tom's frantic pumping informed her that such was not to be the case. Before she could detach herself from the impending event in order to enhance his orgasm, he succeeded in making her a part of it.
"Can't make it last much longer. It feels too fucking good. I want you to cum with me," he gasped, riding her for all that she was worth. "Come on, baby. Let's get there together. Come on-"
Alexis saw no reason to protract her agony. She wanted to cum just as much. She quickly got caught up in the fever. She had wanted his cock, and now that it was shoved inside her, she yearned to spasm around it. She nearly shuddered as the contractions took command of her senses.
"Tom," she whimpered. "Oh, God."
He plastered himself to her ass, embedding his hard-on to the hilt. The jism poured from him like molten steam, filling her cunt as he howled in agony.
"Arrrrgghhhh!" he rasped. "Ugghhhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhh!"
Jason shook his head, then dropped his pen. The contract remained without his signature.
Shannon saw her victory evaporate. "You've changed your mind?"
"No," he said quietly. "But I want more time."
Shannon translated that into rejection. "I understand."
Jason studied her crestfallen expression, then softened. "I want to have dinner with you tonight. Alone." After a moment, he added. "Bring the contract with you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shannon had almost finished dressing when she glanced at the connecting door. Ever since they drove back to the hotel, there had been almost no evidence of life beyond it.
Tom was uncommunicative after returning with Alexis when they were at Jason's. Shannon sensed those two had been at it. Although both appeared to make themselves presentable, each looked slightly mussed. Tom alternated his gaze between her and Jason, guilt clearly knitted into his expression.
While Jason seemed oblivious to their shenanigans, Shannon was incensed. Tom's accusations of her cheap behavior, her sleazy tactics paled in comparison. Naturally, Tom never equated his actions with anyone else's.
Jason's announcement to the both of them of his having dinner with Shannon sparked jealousy in Tom. Shannon saw immediate evidence of it. His flinch was deliciously perceptible. Shannon felt redeemed. r
She drifted back at the door, drawn hypnotically to the knob. Her breathing slackened in an effort to increase detection of Tom's exploits. She kept expecting to turn and find him standing there, demanding they talk. Shannon dreamed of him enclosing her with those powerful hands while demanding she look into his eyes.
Involuntarily, she squeezed her knees together. She flashbacked to that afternoon, when she had him in her mouth. God. All those months of bickering, upstaging one another, culminating in a blow job. And yet, having that intimate part of him between her sucking lips, facilitating his orgasm was possibly the hottest moment of her life. The unforeseen delight of his size, his frantic urgency, his delirious spasms accentuated that memory.
Shannon experienced a magnetic pull to that door. She knew he hadn't left his room. Silence had reigned since their return.
Her pulse jumped at the thought of him laying in bed with a hard-on, waiting for her to come fetch it. He was probably stroking himself, willing her to unlock the door and join him. Despite his afternoon romp with Alexis in addition to her oral contribution, she suspected Tom was man enough for more.
Her nipples stiffened. Her pussy slowly grew moist. She increasingly fantasized about that big cock and how much pleasure it would give her. A great many things entered her mind-until her telephone rang.
"I'm calling from the limousine," Jason informed her. "I'm parked at the door."
"I'll be right down," she automatically said.
His voice dropped to a stirring level. "I hope you're wearing something special."
She glanced quickly at her reflection. The black dress with the plunging neckline and raised hem made her sizzle. The embellishment of six-inch spikes drove that thought home. "I don't think you'll be disappointed."
"Don't forget the contract."
"Oh? We're really going to discuss business?"
"I think we're going to be doing plenty before the night is through."
"Mmmmmmmm. Keep my spot warm. I'll be right there."
She placed the phone down and checked herself one final time in the mirror. Her eyes gravitated to the connecting door.
Tom wasn't the one to get lucky tonight, she thought with a shrug. Jason would receive the benefit of her stimulated hormones.
"Hi," Jason said, welcoming her into the limo. Two glasses of champagne awaited on the counter.
Shannon entered the vehicle, delighted by his show of hospitality. Seconds after the chauffeur shut the door, Jason's mouth came down on her neck. Electric shocks were dispersed to her aroused skin. The prickle of his lips magnified the charge. Ohhhhhhhhh. His greeting stole her breath.
"Missed me?" he asked in a deep, penetrating voice.
"Yeah," she admitted.
She shivered beneath his probing digits. His fingertips emitted heat, torching her senses. He lowered his mouth to her throat, disbursing that hot, jittery feeling that took command of her body. She tilted her head back until it rested on firm muscle.
Jason's hands came around and filled themselves with her tits. She strained his grip with billowy flesh, begging to be set free to receive his exciting stroke. His long, thick fingers were indicative of that huge cock. Jason was gifted with a whole lot of pleasure hanging between his legs.
Christ, she thought. She hadn't expected that kind of reception. It took her a moment to regain her wits. "I thought we were going to discuss the merger."
"We are," he said, nibbling on her ear.
Moisture filled her cunt. "Jason. Oh, God."
He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her mound. "I think business can wait. Something else can't."
Her heart raced. "Jason, we can't fuck in here," she said after a moment. "Your driver will notice."
The barrier between them and the chauffeur was smoked glass. It was also Shannon's assumption that the back was soundproof.
"I don't know if I can hold off that long, baby," he whispered. "I'm so stiff, it hurts." He squeezed her pussy. "Oh, yeah. You, too."
He swung her around so she could face him. He longed for her eyes and breath to warm him. Jason enjoyed positioning her just inches from his body, clasping her by the shoulders, watching desire filter through her expression, feeling the climb of yearning. She readily submitted these responses, unafraid to exhibit the impact of his presence.
Having him hazardously near her pussy, their breath almost mingled, prompted feelings Shannon couldn't displace. Below his belt buckle, she distinguished the swell of his cock. Its enormous outline provoked her accelerated pulse. She thought about dragging him upstairs, but stopped. Tom's ear would be poised at the door. "Maybe we'd better go to your place," she whispered.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to do things to you that will make this car rock."
He hauled her to his muscled body, planting his mouth on the nape of her throat. "Let's do them here."
Ohhhhhhhh. Her eyes rolled upward. She ground her pussy at that bulge in his pants. His lips rippled over her skin, electrifying her faculties. Her nails dug into his arm as a repercussion of that onslaught. Jason was definitely attuned to her fierce vibrations. His razor-sharp mind perceived her vulnerabilities.
He spoke softly in her ear. "I couldn't wait to be alone with you tonight." His husky voice pierced her resolve. "You can't imagine how it's been, wanting you so badly, knowing you're the only person who could possibly satisfy me."
"Oh, God," Shannon moaned through clenched teeth. "Please, Jason, take me home. Not here. I want to have you where we can go at it for hours."
"Oh, Shannon. I want some of you now." He rubbed her with his throbbing erection. "Please, baby. I'm hungry."
She swallowed roughly. Jason was making her decision difficult.
"Come on, baby." The agony in his voice was real. Though the impulse grew fainter by the second, she could not disconnect herself from him.
Their mouths came together in a smothered sob. Her nipples, rebelling against better judgment, strained from her dress. His thumbs pressed steadily into her flesh, rotating firmly, suggestively. She totally authorized the privileges he took, helpless to resist. She was shaken by his confession and the effect his touch had on her. A craving for cock that seized her upstairs returned full strength. She never dreamed it would snare her so profoundly.
Jason pumped her shoulders and upper arms with his hands. Tremors rippled through her intoxicated flesh. "I want you so badly. There hasn't been a woman who knows my needs, my desires, as well as you do."
His confession made her woozy. That sexual high resurfaced, more powerful than ever. Her pussy yearned to wrap about his rigid cock and crush him to orgasm.
Given the smoked glass surrounding them, there was little reason to delay the inevitable.
Jason shortened her time to regroup her thoughts by putting his mouth on her neck again. A barrage of sexual fireworks were instantly precipitated. She immediately weakened.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she sobbed, writhing in his embrace.
"Come on, baby. You know you want it." He pushed his swollen cock against her mound and rubbed. "We're going to take a trip, and use this to get there."
"Ohhhhhhhh." She closed her eyes, fraught with chills. like it or not, she lost control. Jason succeeded in setting her on fire.
"It's no use," he muttered. "I've got to have some of you now." His lips sent hot tickles that hummed through every cell; the tip of his tongue was the trigger.
She couldn't breathe. Jason seemed a bit obsessive. He normally wouldn't be all over her like that, yet he came at her strongly. In a distant corner of her mind, she wondered if he suspected her attraction to Tom. Was jealousy driving him into such a lather?
Her body rebelled, forcing her to grind her mound to his bulging cock. Ohhhhhhhh. He was completely stiff, ready to fuck. Regardless of what she concluded, she was about to succumb.
"Don't deny me," he groaned, clutching at her. "Please. I really need you."
She reached down and stroked him with her hand. His dick was hard, primed for action. He wasn't going to hold back-he'd give her everything he had.
The smoked glass might mask their actions, but once he put that monster inside her, keeping her screams down to a mild roar would be virtually impossible. If Jason were that excited, he'd fuck her wildly with it.
She couldn't believe the president of a respected and envied corporation would be grabbing at her like that. And despite everything, she loved it.
"Oh, God." She couldn't stop her wanton behavior, sexual instinct drove her. She unbuckled his pants with one hand, then unzipped him. He moved back a foot to expedite his freedom. He was equally impatient to remove the barriers that separated their skins.
Shannon looked up in his eyes. His entire expression was telling. He couldn't wait to fuck her, yearning to be buried in hot squish. Once she had him inside her, all her protestations would be gone. He would show her the unvarying thrust of his cock.
Jason had worked himself into such a sweat over fucking her that his shaft stood straight up, bobbing as it made its way to her.
She let out a gulp upon seeing that beautiful cock at full extension. It took a whole lot of woman to handle a man endowed such as Jason. She believed herself utterly capable of fulfilling his wish.
"Feel how excited it is."
"I can see," she murmured, petting his impressive member. "Oh, Jason. Ohhhhhhhh."
Jason put his mouth over hers and stifled that wail. His kiss was searing, imperative. Her moan was silenced by his tongue pushing between her lips. Once again, he pulled her tight against him, feeding her his horny vibrations. He sucked the air out of her, the will power she had left. She answered the cry in his body, massaging his chest with her big tits. There would be no more denial. Her resistance had ended. She was going to give Jason everything he needed while achieving individual pleasure.
He pushed her skirt up and massaged her with that hard dick. She could feel its fierce throbbing right through her sopping wet panties. She thrived in his hot, eager embrace.
She was glad they didn't wait. She did want him-desperately, without reservation.
She tilted back her head and opened her mouth. Jason inserted his tongue, probing her warm depths. He heard her moan as he sucked her air, her sweetness. Her nipples protruded through her dress, revealing her excitement. He slid his hand inside and covered one with his palm, letting its stiff texture scorch him. The impulse to squeeze her tit couldn't be avoided. He had to oblige himself.
"Mmmmm," she purred, her brain whirring with sexual possibilities. She felt a thrill being in Jason's arms as he smashed himself to her lust-starved flesh. She experienced a gut-wrenching thrill of having him, seeing the sinew shift under his crisp shirt. Jason had a broad chest, rich with muscle, that formed an impressive network through his flat stomach to his stiff cock. The hungry kiss they gave one another overheated her senses. With a surge of released passion, she lashed the inside of his mouth while slurping and sighing into his lips. She pressed as much of her crotch to him as she could, returning the sexual tension. Climbing on top of her, she sank into the leather upholstery. His weight was supported by his elbows. He covered her wriggling form with his man's body. Shannon's head pressed into the padding of the seat as he wrung the sweetness from her lips.
They finally broke their passionate kiss with a loud smack and gasp for air. They stared into each other's eyes, seeing naked lust mirrored.
Jason moved his hands down her back and grabbed both ass cheeks, pulling her tighter to him and rotating his hips. "You're so fucking sexy," he whispered to her. "I could get off, molded to your body."
Shannon gasped, enjoying the way his stiff cock pushed into her delicate folds.
"I want us to merge. I want to be as close to you as I possibly can," he whispered.
"You mean-"
"Only if you promise to stay with me, and help me run the company."
Shannon was flabbergasted. She couldn't begin to contemplate that splendid arrangement. That role held tremendous appeal. By accepting those terms, Lawton would know who was truly instrumental in getting Jason to sign.
She rested her head on his ample chest, almost mewing like a kitten at his urgent groping. He knew, in the end, she would do whatever he asked. Her desire for him was that powerful. She thought of pleasuring him with her body, her mouth-whatever got him there fast.
His mouth came back to her neck. He sucked on her heated skin to great effect. Nibble after delicious nibble underscored that impression. She quivered, wanting him more than any man.
He had a great cock, she murmured silently in admiration. She let the fingers of one hand lightly stroke the underside of the throbbing shaft, then closed her hand around the tip, rubbing it. That tall shaft pulsated in her grip.
Jason moaned in ecstasy at her touch. He was almost panting in excitement. His eyes kept going from her hands fluttering to his groin back to watch the lust on her face, then back again.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, letting her other hand slide down between his thighs to cup his balls. She felt delightfully wicked as she fondled them. She did it repeatedly, with relish. She was in contact with real flesh that hankered for her touch. She had ached to touch Jason, to fully explore his body and cater to her secret whims. It was electrifying actually having it.
Jason groaned as she massaged him, then looked down at her tits. They fell out of her dress, billowing out at him. Her nipples jutted hard and erect. His mouth watered at the sight of pure woman flesh.
"Take them," Shannon said, and reached for his hands. "Use your hands, your mouth. She encouraged him with a disturbing squeeze. He pulsated hotly in her grip.
The electric touch of her tits under his hands caused his cock to jerk. He sank his fingers into her warm skin, stroking and kneading her tits, watching her nipples grow even more erect and strain toward him. "Jesus," he muttered under his breath.
"Suck them, Jason. Suck my tits," Shannon ordered, putting one hand behind his head and pulling him down to her chest. As his head dropped, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then slid her wet tongue up to his ear. "Suck them hard, baby," she whispered huskily.
She thrust one ripe mound into his mouth. Jason immediately began to suck ravenously on the taut nipple. She whimpered at the graze of his lips, cupping the back of his head and guiding him to her quivering source.
Jason licked and slurped around the pink tip. She sighed and released his head to put her own hands over his, clamping her tit to push the erect little nipple further into his hot, sucking grasp.
Jason could hardly catch his breath. He glanced from his tasty mouthful to see her eyes staring down at him. He lapped the nipple, closing his lips about it, then took more. He listened to her sob of pleasure and felt her feverish vibrations.
Suddenly, she pulled away from him, breaking their erotic connection. His warm saliva quickly cooled on her nipples as the air wafted over it. Her entire body burned with unstoppable heat. She slammed against the leather seat, exhaling roughly.
Jason gave her only a brief moment to recover from the rush. He pushed himself against her quivering flesh, crushing his lips to hers. It was a hot, demanding kiss. She opened her mouth wide and let her tongue move into his mouth, fencing about his own wet probe. They slurped at each other, trading saliva, their breath becoming ragged with unbound passion. Jason lowered himself so that he could grind his hard cock against the damp spot in her panties. She cried out a second later, when he pulled back the soaked material and burrowed along her warm, furry mound. He groaned as the moist pubes tickled his bulging shaft. The need to slip himself inside her warm cunt became emphatic-extending from the base of his powerful erection to the angry purple head.
"Fuck me, Jason, fuck me," Shannon commanded. She planted her mouth to his mouth, her hands roaming all over his back. Her pussy lips smeared him with their rich, scented nectar.
Jason reached behind to cup her ass, then lifted her to him. She quivered, preparing to be fed his big dick. She wrapped her knees secured to his waist. From her hoarse breathing and flashing eyes, he recognized her enthusiasm for penetration. He decided to prolong her agony, if only to see what she would do.
Up and down the full length of her pouting snatch he rubbed his cock, enveloping the massive shaft in her outer cunt flesh. Her cream made his bloated cockhead glisten. He shoved his dick along the top of the juicy split. The motion of that grinding fat head over her erect clit brought sighs and her gasps of ecstasy.
"You like that?" he muttered.
"Put it in me, please."
"Couldn't wait, either, eh?"
"God, no."
"Why don't you do it? Grab my dick and stick it inside you."
Without hesitation, Shannon snaked her hand to join his, her fingers closing around the stiff shaft. She placed it between the thick, moist lips of her cunt. She squirmed against the seat, raising her hips high, rotating her ass upward so that he could push that thing into her. Her snatch widened as she directed him to her pulsing slot. She was in the best position for entry.
"Here it comes, baby. What you've been aching for." He squeezed the heavy knob of his cock into her hot crevice, then steadily fucked her.
"Ohhhhhhh," she gasped as he began to fill her. Jason did not immediately shove forward, barely flicking his hips toward her silken core. She twisted herself, wailing as it dug through her hungry cunthole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God. Jason. Ohhhhhhhhh, yes!"
Jason swallowed hard. He spurned the impulse to drive himself firmly into her pussy, but feeling the warm slickness between her legs was too incredible to pass. His cock plowed into her wet snatch. "Christ, does that feel good!" he grunted. He waited until he felt the tight cunt lips enclose his thick stem-only then did he begin dragging himself back and forth.
She became frantic, wriggling her body against the cement pillar and causing his swollen thing to slide further into her hot snatch.
He jammed his hips forward, feeling the fat head of his cock strain and slip deep into her clutching pussy. As his appetite strengthened, he picked her up by her knees and hooked them over his powerful shoulders. Her shoulders dug into the seat as he positioned her for maximum entry. He jammed his whole cock into her, then dragged it out. Her tingly cunt juices sheathed his heavy member. He plunged in again, held himself deep, then yanked himself from her quaking recesses. She cried out, begging for more. He gave her pussy the thrill it longed for.
"Oh, my God!" she sobbed, absorbing that delicious cock into her pussy. Now that she had that monster smothered in her cunt, she wasn't going to surrender it any time soon. "Ohhhhh."
"Take it," he gasped. "Take it, baby."
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out.
Jason watched as her eyes curved upward as she absorbed his solid thing. He pumped her pussy, listening to its wet, grabbing sounds. Her tits were heaving with excitement as he smothered his chest to them. He pelted hard with his groin, sinking himself far into her moist cunt. Her moans spurred him on. He abandoned himself to the task, fucking her fast and furiously, letting his balls whack her ass. Shannon was continuously speared by his entire cock.
She ran her hands down his back and grasped his tense ass, feeling its muscles flex in her grip as he fucked her. He was really packing it in, cramming every inch he had into her cunt. Her mouth dropped open as she emitted her cries of passion. "Fuck me hard, Jason, don't hold back. I want you to do it." She sighed, thrusting her groin at his driving dick. He went far into her cunt, providing the numbing wallop she craved.
"Jesus," Jason gasped. Her fur-fringed lips sucked his iron-hard dick and pulled it in her warm hole. Deliriously, she undulated her hips. Each upward motion let Jason immerse his cock further into her squirming pit. He sawed back and forth, watching her take pleasure from his deeply aroused cock. Slowly, he was going out of his mind with joy at being totally enveloped in her hot, liquid pussy. He reveled in the enjoyment it gave him.
"Yes," she moaned as they slapped bellies. "Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. More. Please, more."
"I thought about giving you this since this afternoon," he professed. "I kept wanting to take your hand and push it against the front of my pants."
She moaned while he fed her that incredible shaft. Her vision blurred as he rammed into her, adding to her pleasure. "Why didn't you? Ohhhhhhhhhh. All I could think about was this, fucking you, feeling your hard dick inside my pussy. Give it to me, fuck me good, ohhhhhh!"
Jason had no problem submitting to her request. He fed her long, penetrating strokes. She fucked back, giving him everything he could possibly want, listening to those squishy noises between her legs as his dick ran in and out of her pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Her cunt burned with renewed intensity.
Jason's hands swept over her tits, then he suddenly arched his own back and crammed his thing up her widely stretched cunt with all his might. The thick mass of his cock sent waves of splendor through her. She felt his engorged head ram against her cervix and his balls slap heavily against her snatch lips.
That sudden swift skewering had her crying out in frenzied passion, gasping at the throbbing hardness embedded in her pussy. She locked her legs more tightly to him, responding to his feverish urgency.
Muscles she had no inclination of suddenly came into play as she gripped the rock-hard dick in her snatch. After his first cunt-splitting stroke, her body adjusted to the unaccustomed size of Jason's cock and she fucked back fiercely.
She rejoiced in the tireless way he plunged into her itching pussy, the thick steel-like cock stretching her like never before. She locked her arms and legs tightly around his powerfully pounding body, pressing herself to him, pulling him tight to feel every naked inch of him she could. This was the kind of fucking she enjoyed getting. She found his mouth and monopolized his tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, twisting, wailing.
Jason wanted full use of her body. Grasping her sturdily by the ass, he rolled her onto his lap, then lifted and dropped her on his swollen cock. Her tits battered his lust-inflamed flesh, nipples flailing. She seemed to become all the more juicy from his urgent grip, rocking hoarsely against him.
"Yeah," he exhaled amid her abandoned cries. "Fuck it, fuck my dick. Cum on me, baby. Come on, I want to feel your pussy spasm with my cock in it."
She sobbed joyfully. Jason was propelling her toward the most fabulous orgasm she ever had. His rough strokes were intense, penetrating. His suit got wrinkled from feverish contact. His pants began falling from his hips as he hammered her to ecstasy. Flesh slapped fiercely against flesh. His dick was buried in her pussy. The pink rim of her cunt strained around his thick base as he shoved himself high into her cunt. The tidal wave of sexual fulfillment continued to roll through every pore of her body, every nerve ending exploding.
"Oh, God, ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Shannon wailed. She clasped his face between her hands, peering luxuriously at his intense features. "You're going to make me cum. It feels too good. I can't last; I want to, but I can't." Suspended above him, she felt like a doll intended to give him pleasure while unable to separate herself from it. Realization of her feverish efforts was well within her reach. As Jason hoisted her from his cunt-drenched shaft, then forced it back into her, she went into a convulsion. She shook violently in his embrace, surrendering to the splendor he gave. Words of passion poured mindlessly from her lips as she endured one of the longest, sweetest orgasms she could ever remember. "Ohhhhhh, oh, yeah. Oh, baby, ohhhhhhhhh."
Jason's moans were just as loud. The sound of his cock slamming into her wet cunt was the most erotic thing he had heard. He yielded to the incredible feeling of having his cock completely surrounded by her rippling, love-tight pussy. She clutched at him, trembling as he fed her his big thing. Her cunt clamped him good, compelling him to endure her ultimate enjoyment. He pumped harder into her syrupy heat, their bodies colliding at each delicious stroke. Every complete thrust crammed his cock into the back of her cunt, eliciting a new moan of excitement. She tightened her grip around him, hugging her tits to him. Jason brought up one of his hands to capture her twisting head and mashed his lips to hers. He paused for a moment, rearing high into her so that his steel-hard cock was encased in her sodden heat. The tingle her cunt lips gave nearly made him spasm. They tugged and caught the skin of his cock.
She dug her knees into the leather upholstery, riding his cock like an untamed filly. With a groan of desire, she arched herself back to snare all of his pussy-filling equipment. "Yeah, fuck me, give me all you've got. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me as hard as you can." Cock hunger was painted on her face.
She bucked and squirmed and clutched the muscular frame tightly to her body. She clawed his back, dwelling on the pleasure he gave her. Pumping almost savagely with her hips, she worked herself into another climax. Her pussy throbbed and strained around his hot cock. "Oh, baby, do it now, cum in me, cum in me." She huffed and puffed, bouncing herself harder on him, oblivious to everything but that rigid thing protruding from her cunt. She bore down on it. Her mouth dropped as she crammed every last bit between her thighs.
Jason fucked back with all he had, but the effort was debilitating. He knew he had reached the limit of his endurance. His balls churned with jism, ready to spurt their cunt-creaming contents. Blowing cum into her mouth couldn't compare with creaming in her pussy. It didn't give him the same level of satisfaction. Having his cock in a warm, twitching pussy, swelling even more in size as he pumped his entire length into it, was vastly preferable. Just thinking about him shooting his load into her cunt made her spasm.
"Arrgghhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Oh, yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." He started to shake all over as the first hot spurts of cum burst far into her spasming snatch. He locked his groin to her, his cock buried as deeply as he could get it, balls cramming up into the crack of her ass as he pumped and pumped thick gobs of his stuff.
Shannon felt herself flowing with his hot, jetting jizz. His heavy man-juice mingled with her own thick secretions. She pulled him harder to her, humping her hips violently as the streaming squirts seemed to prevail. "Yes, cum in me, baby, cum in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh, it feels so warm, squirting into me. Ohhhhhhhhh, yes."
In the final stages of release, he rolled her back under him, then shoved himself into her climax-ridden pussy. He thrust his last amount of goo into her while she lay back, moaning. She clung to him, receiving his hot cum.
Within the hour, the contract between Windsor Communications and Lawton Enterprises contained Jason Hammer's signature.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Shannon made preparations to return to New York with the signed contract, tender her resignation, put her condo up for sale and return to Jason's loving arms. They had spent a night of delicious passion after the agreement had been officiated. They were driven to the most romantic spots of the city, drank more champagne and fucked their brains out right there in the back seat of his limo.
Shannon sighed. Jason was the man she had been looking for her entire life. Working alongside him, running the newly restructured Windsor Communications under the Lawton banner would be an absolute joy.
The only thing she dreaded, however, was telling Tom of her decision. She expected some pot shots. How could he not hurl them in her direction?
Shannon considered what might have happened between them, had the circumstances been different. She expected those undercurrents of lust to evolve into a hot affair. Jason had beaten Tom to the punch. She couldn't say that she was sorry about the outcome. She valued her relationship with Jason too highly to mull over what might have been.
She glanced at the connecting door and wondered if Tom was in his room. Though they hadn't crossed paths all day, she was fairly certain he received word from Alexis. No doubt, Tom had taken the news poorly and took to hiding out at a bar, where he very-likely was drinking his way to oblivion.
Before taking her eyes from the door, it swung back and Tom stood there. She took a step back, stunned by his presence.
"What are you doing in my room?" she asked after regaining the power of speech.
"I hear you're quitting-leaving Lawton to work for Jason Hammer," he said. "No doubt you'll be moving in with him."
She cleared her throat, trying to rid herself of the lump that formed in it. "Alexis doesn't waste time dispatching the details."
Tom did not confirm her assumption. "Have you discussed it with the big guys."
"Not yet."
"I thought you'd be ecstatic about telling them."
"I am."
He walked toward her. She was surprised his attack wasn't vicious. He chose his words carefully. Shannon braced herself for heavier artillery. Tom wouldn't hold out much longer. He was bound to lash out at her.
"You're making a mistake," he said after a moment had lapsed.
Shannon wasn't sure she heard him correctly. "I beg your pardon?"
"You don't belong in some cushy job at Windsor Communications. You ought to be with me, arranging mergers."
Shannon's mouth dropped. Either she was hallucinating, or Tom Lynch actually complimented her. "Arranging mergers-with you? You can't be serious?"
When his arms went around her, she almost knocked him away out of reflex. She could feel his breath, smell his after shave. God-she wanted to be pinched to make sure she wasn't dreaming!
He put his mouth over hers. She felt his tongue go inside. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She was getting dizzy. She couldn't believe he was kissing her. His hand went over her tit. Ohhhhhhhhh. Her panties were soaked. She oozed, feeling his touch.
She started to take a step back, but was pulled to his muscled body. She felt his swollen cock. She moaned aloud, letting its heat sear her.
Oh, God, she thought with a shudder, it's so big! She recalled sucking it until it exploded. Another memory illuminated: Tom's feverish look while she mouthed him, submitting to her voracious hunger.
He managed to drag her to the bed without detaching. She straddled his lap, observant of the warm lump that protruded from his groin. She wanted to tear off his pants, but knew they'd be discarded in good time.
He engaged his mouth, parting her lips with his tongue, then intensively penetrated her. She shivered as he probed her depths, giving her a taste of what he could orally accomplish. She anticipated his eating her pussy, then swooned. Tom would be spectacular.
His powerful hands stroked her hot, sexy body. She discerned the might in his touch, surrendering to it. Involuntarily, she lifted her ass over his groin and lowered herself onto it. The push of rigid cock caused her pussy to soak with juice. Despite her silent promise not to be aggressive, she began rubbing him. She gasped, sliding her cunt bone against the thick length of his cock and became woozy from the intoxicating friction. The hard ridge satisfied the aching void in her pussy. A burst of tingles rushed through her excited flesh. Her nipples stiffened and were resplendent through her blouse. Juice gushed from the tightly coiled muscles of her snatch, making her arousal total.
Slowly, Tom studied Shannon's giddy expression. He grunted as she once again stroked his solid lump. "I don't want you to leave, Shannon. Lawton is where you belong. I need a competent partner, and you've more than proven yourself in my book."
Her vocal cords strained. "But all the mean things you've said-our competition-"
"I did a lot of thinking since yesterday afternoon. In the past, I've never admitted to my errors. Believing I might have exercised poor judgment was simply not my nature." He held her tightly. "I made a mistake. Shannon, and I'm praying it's not too late to correct it. Please. Don't accept Jason Hammer's job offer. You're better served by the challenges Lawton can propose." He gripped her shoulders and forced her soundly on his cock. "I want us to stay together."
She found her voice in a sputtering gasp. "Oh, Tom. Ohhhhhhhhhhh." In an effort to free herself of clothing, she pulled her blouse off. Her tits flounced before him, nipples pink and appetizing. She saw lust for those stiff peaks in his eyes.
He reached up and fondled her boobs, savoring their softness. He had the most exquisite touch she ever experienced. She inhaled sharply as he traced her smooth flesh, flicking the distended bud with his large thumb.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she purred, tossing her head back so her mane of red hair swept behind her bare shoulders. Arrested by a wave of desire, she ground her snatch against the hard bulge of his pants. Her juices dampened her panties as she rubbed, resulting in a fragrant wet spot by her dribbling cunt lips. She stared hotly at him as she rode his rigid thing. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, Tom. Who knew it would be this good? Jesus."
"Uhhhhhhhhh," he gasped, stirred by her pussy friction. She felt his cock grow in strength and size, meeting the challenge of her massaging mound. His brow furrowed, his teeth clenched, then he pushed her forward so that he could take an erect nipple in his mouth.
Her eyelids fluttered at the onset of sweet suction. His tongue tickled her nub deliciously, swirling around the areola, puckering the billowy tit, then applying a hot, thrilling draw with his mouth. "Oh, God, Tom, mmmmmm," she groaned, creaming against his stiff shaft. "Suck it, baby. Suck my tit. That's itohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her expanding titillation compelled her to reach down and grope his thickening crotch. His dick was solid, tightening the front of his pants. His balls, smashed in their restrictive confines, were large and sensitive. Shannon saw from the corner of her eye his intense reaction as she handled him, pressing against the massive shape. She wanted him out where she could see him better. In an instant, she undid the button and zipper, then yanked down his pants. His cock was framed beneath the cotton layer of underwear, throbbing for escape. Tom's brawny chest rose and fell in quickened breath as she sent her nails along the thick column, tracing along his jutting sack. At the tip of his rod, she saw the small wet spots where the initial spurts of cum had already moistened his bulbous head. She shivered violently as she stroked the outline of his cock, expecting penetration to be sheer heaven.
But for now, Shannon positioned herself heatedly over the bulge in his underwear and rubbed, her moist silk panties containing her oozing cunt against the hard meat packed inside his cotton shelter. She pushed and established herself firmly on his warm lump, feeling it shift and respond to her abandoned strokes as she moved. The sensation of it slithering under her ass and along her trickling crevice made her heart pound madly in her bosom. She heard him groan and saw his Adam's apple ripple as he pressed his head deliriously into the pillow.
Tom grunted and swallowed hard as she ground herself on his swollen groin, taking handfuls of her lush buttocks and squeezing them. He watched her boobs wiggle and shake, her hard nipples protruding from her soft flesh, drenched with sweat. His cock wanted to be inside her, sinking up into her fevered body, pleasuring her with its wide, deep fit. It pulsated under her rotating ass, building in strength, answering to the delicious traction her wet panties produced. If she didn't soon end this tease with her pussy, he would surely cum inside his underwear. "Uhhhhhhhhhh."
She moaned heatedly, writhing as she dry-humped his stiff package, shutting her eyes and broadening her lips in delirious excitement. Tom made her so fucking horny, she could stand it no longer.
God, she thought. She had fooled herself into believing she wanted Jason. He wasn't her man. He could never provide the same sexual fusillades.
Tom's body screamed for more. He was rougher with his hands, breathing harder. He couldn't take much more teasing. He needed the real thing.
"Oh, God, Tom," Shannon cried, both startled and exhilarated by his visible hunger.
He saw the droplets of her scented lubricant cling to her cunt lips, deepening his appetite. He shoved his fist into his underwear, grabbed his cock by its thick stem, then brought its quivering head to her hot opening.
"Ohhhhh-" she panted, choking back her fiery response. Her pulse was racing at top speed as she anticipated his joy-giving entrance.
Tom gripped her shoulder and pulled her downward. His cock pushed up into her warm, tight cunt, meeting the network of coiled muscle.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Shannon bellowed, arching her back.
He paused, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Did I just hurt you?"
"No. Please-don't stop."
Tom drove more of his dick into her constricted pussy, conscious of her shuddering expression. She was moist enough. Obviously, Shannon was overexcited. He was going to show her what it was like to be fucked by a real man, and have a real cock inside her cunt. Her willingness to take him into her snatch stimulated him beyond the limits of his own discipline, catapulting him farther, without the ability to stop.
She inhaled loudly while encasing his thick shaft, absorbing each compact inch in her quivering hole. She had never been excited this highly before, with every cell in her body electrified. The anxiety of taking his thing into her shook her to the core. Sinking downward, Shannon thought of all the nights she longed for this moment.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her eyes rolling up in their sockets. "Oh, God." She dragged her nails through the matting on his chest, woozy with joy.
Tom felt her pussy lips hug the trunk of his cock, but before they absorbed that final inch, he saw her convulsing. Her naked flesh jerked frantically, tits bouncing, nipples vibrating. She threw her head back and emitted a protracted cry.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God!" She sputtered, sweat streaming down her ecstasized features. "Oh, Tom. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
From deep within her, he experienced each and every contraction that riddled her body. He fought the impulse to join her and inject the hot fluid that coursed through his balls. He wanted to enjoy stroking her snug little cunt. It gripped him like a vise.
After her shuddering subsided, Shannon groaned at the hardness that filled her. She began humping Tom, sighing as she pushed down on his upright cock until she met with the solid base and wiry pubic nest. She bore upon him like a vixen in heat, savoring his penetration.
She reached behind her and felt his heavy balls walloping against her ass. The differences between him and Jason made her brain sizzle. Those laser-hot fantasies were augmented by the gratifying plunge of her pelvis.
Tom guided her with his hands on her hips, easing as much of himself into her slippery clutch as possible. She looked as though she were about to climax again, pushing down with her pussy lips to soak the bottom of his tool with her woman juice.
"Tom," Shannon shivered. "You're making me-" The color drained from her face as she went into convulsions. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Again, he searched for the power to cap the thick current of jism that churned through his nuts, wanting to spill. No, he was going to watch her pop a few more times before he let go and creamed her pussy.
Slowly, Shannon opened her eyes and saw him peer at her. He was enjoying her seizures, proud of his equipment and the pleasure it brought her. Desire rejuvenated. She wanted to have him taste the fruit of her efforts.
She grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her face, letting his fingers stroke her cheek. Every nuance and contour was explored, along her throat and behind her ear, then back to her lips. As his large thumb approached her mouth, she took it in one suck. His touch inspired her heat, made her pussy drip. Her snatch still massaged his shaft with its down-thrust, soaking it in juice, while his thumb lingered in her saliva.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Shannon murmured, rotating her hips. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Tom felt as though his cock were on fire. It went through her damp passage, slicing into the tight oily ring. Perhaps his staying power would fail him after all.
She let the thumb fall from her mouth. "Cum in me, Tom. I want to feel you shoot. Pump it all into me, Tom. All of your cum."
She humped him faster, imploring him to let go. He saw her tits trickle with sweat, her lips compress. Her fingers brushed against his balls, caressing them, taunting them. Her face was lined with salty drippage.
Her voice grew shaky. "Tom-"
He closed his eyes as the cum emptied into her body. He dug his fingers into her waist as he injected her, spewing his thick amount. He heard her choked cry, felt her flesh shuddering once again. She twisted on top of him, rasping, attempting to steady herself in the midst of the storm of orgasm. His muscles strained as he held his convulsing cock inside her pussy, feeding it liquid male excitement.
"Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned, reveling in each jolt he received. "Ugghhhhhhhhhhhh! Uggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-"
Even in the heat of climax, Shannon was positive she felt his pumping action. She smashed her groin to his, making absolutely sure his flow become a part of her. "Yes," she whimpered. "Yes-"
When they exhausted themselves of their bodily fluids, Tom lay next to her. She was still intense from orgasm, her flesh sensitive to his touch.
"Oh, Tom," Shannon sighed. "I want to do that again. I want more."
"Will you be my partner?"
She bit her lip. "I'll have a lot of explaining to do with Jason."
"Is this is going to be a one-night stand? All that waiting, all that lusting-for one quick fuck?"
"It wasn't quick. Mmmmmmmmmmmm." She probed between his legs, manipulating his spent cock. Almost immediately, it roused to a semi-erect state. "It was great."
"I won't let you go."
The urgency in Tom's eyes made her quiver. "You really want me, don't you?"
"That's what I've been saying."
Her fingertips traced the rise of developed torso, the furred matting, the flat stomach, until she arrived at the dense pubic thatch. His enormous cock was semi-erect. A single tap brought him burgeoning in size. She gasped with approval as his thing twitched and stretched, then became the long thick column she knew.
Boldly, he spread his legs. "Yeah. Keep your mind on that right now," he huskily said.
Shannon slithered onto him, dragging her tits so that he received electrically charged benefit of her pointed nipples. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.
Staring into his horny eyes, she lowered her mouth and welcomed his tongue with a moan. From its force, she recognized the depth of his need. She, too, was soaked with desire as she scraped her pussy to him. Her clit sparked with urgency as she met his network of toned muscle. She straddled his stomach, grinding herself into a frenzy.
She whipped him with the bullet ends of her boobs. She attached her lips to his throat and sucked, listening to his hoarse groan.
"Baby," he grunted, provoked by the arousal precipitated by her passionate kiss. Her flesh was soft, embraceable. He wanted to bury himself in its sweet fragrance. "Ahhhhhhh. Oh, baby, yeah-"
Her shapely legs opened for him. He inserted a finger in her hot squish. She moaned breathlessly as he found, then tickled, her clit. The tickle evolved into slow, stimulating communication that set her on fire. Her flesh tingled as a piercing hunger flared in her groin. She rotated her lush hips, absorbing his entire digit. Another followed a second later. Tom strained to separate her cunt lips, thumbing the juicy folds. Shannon shivered, responding.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." She let out a strangled sigh, keen to the waves of heat that flooded her loins. Moistening her lips with her tongue, she reapplied them to his throat. Tantalizing nibbles later, he increased the widening of her snatch. To that end, he prepared her for some high voltage penetration. A choking pulse beating at her throat, she steered his engorged cock to her soaked pussy. She ached to have him planted once again in her sodden crevice. Her pubic thatch glistened with juice, its aroma sharp and compelling. She moaned as he pulled her toward him, edging the thick head into her pink slit.
Tom groaned as her drenched opening engulfed his sensitive foreskin. The scorching temperature of her cunt went straight to his balls, turning his cock to steel. Basic instinct took command. He wanted his dick in the center of her crushing heat storm. Some of her abundant moisture was due to the hot spurt of their last coupling. As the excitement mounted from within, he knew more was to be spent.
Taking masterful possession of her hips, he impaled her. A scream died in her throat as his massive cock plunged into the layers of heavenly succulence. She resumed her cry after he buried himself to the hilt, his balls whacking her butt.
"God!" she moaned, reeling from his swift action. Tom's dick stood high in her channel. "Jesus. Oh, Tom. I'll never get used to it."
Grunting with satisfaction, he squashed her buns until her soft mound smashed to his groin. His dick burned hotly in her silky folds. He let her hump it for a few moments, experiencing the juicy friction of her snatch. The slick skin of his cock sizzled with her love oils. He slammed his heels into the mattress and braced himself as a slew of wonderful sensations surged.
Shannon gave herself over to the transport that assailed her naked flesh. She lifted and dropped her ass, savoring the taut fit of Tom's dick in her cunt. She breathed heavily, taking pleasure in every moment they were connected. She twisted her pussy lips upon arriving at his fat stem, her distorted features attesting to the fight to hold his bulk inside her. She flung back her red mane, whipping it from one shoulder to the other as rapture asserted itself.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she purred, butting him with her furred pelvis. "Give it to me! Give it to me!" Her smile was automatic. Tom could keep it up far longer than she could handle. He arched his spine and raised his crotch, resourcefully meeting her down-thrust. She went on lancing herself, letting her senses fuse into one orgasmic blur.
Tom secured her ass cheeks and flipped her over. Shannon's wind pounced from her lungs as she struck the bed. Using her billowy boobs as a cushion, he lunged his lower abdomen to her soft core. Not missing a beat, he stroked powerfully into her sodden hole, thinning the air yet more. His groin slapped noisily to hers, announcing his triumph. Hard cock slicing through rich cunt tissue catapulted her senses into another feverish direction.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Shannon moaned as each wet wallop rang true. She was thoroughly soaked, craving the polished motion of his dick in her slippery clench. She worked his thing with her inner pussy muscles, inducing his guttural response. As he scooped up her pliable tits and crushed them to himself, she detected his sporadic heartbeat. In his masterful embrace, Tom's abundant perspiration dampened her naked flesh. Feeling his stiff thing fuck her, she willfully submitted.
Tom fucked her with all he had, pounding cock into her soft warmth. He wanted her to feel the inches of himself trapped in her cunt. He wanted her to love and need the big dick he fed into her as much as he needed to be inside her. Shannon's answering sob told him not to stop, reassuring him of her desire. He trembled as the thin skin of his prick caught the textured walls of her snatch.
The force of his thrust pinned her buttocks. Tom's yen to cum was so emphatic that, had she begged him to hesitate-which she wouldn't-he'd pleadingly insist upon finishing.
It was too good to ever contemplate interruption. She sighed, wrapping her legs around his virile body. Together they shook at the force of Tom's machine-like pumping. Her frenzied yelps heightened the sexual intensity of the moment.
The balls of her feet imprinted themselves on his butt, urging him to fuck her. "Deeper!" she ordered. "More! Uhhhh! Yes. That's it! Give it all you've got! Oh! Oh, God! Ohhhhh!"
Tom sweated copiously on her nude body, drenching her tits and nipples. He made her greasy, yet remained deeply rooted in her cunt. His cock was soaking in hot, tingling juice. The ripple of her cuntal walls made him shudder as he plunged through them. He was so horny that he felt he could shoot and keep on going. He was at the foothills of an ecstasy he couldn't begin to scale, its grade steep. His sole concern was to bury his dick far into her juicy squish.
Shannon couldn't prolong her happiness another second. Tom's influential rubbing of her insides drove her over the edge. She hugged him with her entire might as she came.
"Christ!" She gritted her teeth, grinding her sopping mound to his massive thing in the heat of drenching orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." Her clit broiled from the fury of his cock's massage. She tilted her face, marred with contortions, and emitted a high-pitched squeal. Her oxygen intake was threatened as she trembled violently beneath him. Framing her hips closely to his, she rocked wildly until the spasms receded.
Tom did not wait. He hoisted her atop him, letting her thrash her female snugness in its final throes. The weight alteration afforded his boner the advantage of a nectar-rich smothering.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, give me that pussy! Hump me! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Make yourself tighter. Squeeze my cock with your snatch! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You're so wet, so warm. Jesus-" He swallowed hard, his wits scattered as she sank herself on the very solid core of his dick. The sensation was indescribable. Her cooze was a velvet glove, its temperature roasting his dick. His fingers dug into her ass, pulling her toward him. He wanted her to feel it up to her womb! "Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me with your juicy cunt. This big cock is all for you, baby. All yours. Mmmmm. Come on, give it to me, give it to me.
Ohhhhhhhhh. Move your ass, baby, move your sweet ass."
He gasped, taking immense pride in his equipment. He remained springy as Shannon's body awakened with a fierce appetite, anchoring to him. Deluged with visible tingles, she brought her pussy down on his wide base with absorbent drive. His thing was coated with her warm, electric juice.
He studied her delirious expression, her head sloped in a wanton daze. Her tits careened from above, the hard beads of her nipples flinging droplets of sweat. The abounding confidence she displayed was fractured only by the infusion of stimulus he provided with a lurch of his hips.
"Ohhhhh. That feels great, baby. I want to keep your cock hard inside me."
He enclosed her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, wringing it of moisture. The compact nub was eraser-thick and pinchable. Her gratified cry informed him it was good.
She attempted to hurl her naked flesh beneath him. Instead, they fell off the bed, landing in the tangle of sheets and pillows that shifted during their feverish pairing. Positioned on their sides, Tom's dick was very much implanted. He strained muscle to forcibly join her snug cunt, sinking his stiff cock repeatedly through those moistly furred lips.
Shannon writhed, enjoying the press of his hard cock between her legs. As she watched the thick shaft disappear, a tremendous tension filled her groin, as though she were crammed to capacity. She fondled his cum-packed balls as they slithered with him. He moved faster, urgency propelling his pleasure-giving cock. His strong and sure strokes enabled her with dizzying joy.
And then, without her prompting, his large hand slithered over her dense mound and parted her glistening pussy lips to reveal her swollen clit. Splintered cries tore from her throat as he rubbed her with his thumb. "Oh, God, ohhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Mmmmmm!" He jiggled her faster, then punctuated her luxuriant sobs with a hard thrust. Rigid cock plowed into her snatch. She slammed her naked flesh against him, his thick growth of chest hair acting as her cushion. She broadened the span of her pussy, receiving his full length with a heated gasp. His finger furthered her immediate bliss. She came so hard, her vocal cords were numb.
He held her fast as she shook. When gravity didn't bring her to him, the force of his hand did. He pulled her powerfully to his body, pushing his dick deeper into her pussy. No matter how she twisted herself, he made certain she would not escape his thumb. He felt her smooth ass cheeks shiver against him as he agitated her love button. He delighted in making her cum. With his other hand, he sampled her lush nudity, stroking her inflamed nipples, then her smooth skin. It felt good molding his man's body to her female form.
Sheathed in that hot clutch of juiciness, he pumped her until he climbed over that breathtaking incline. Pushing into her sappy knot that final time, he was overtaken by the urge to spurt in her hot cunt.
"Ugghhhhh!" he roared, squirting cream into her snatch. He emptied his lungs of air, choking on the words that emerged. "Gonna cum-ugghhhh!" The gut-wrenching spasms tore at his abdomen as he discharged.
"Yeah.. .oh, yeah!" she cried, welcoming his warm deposit. She experienced the heavy splash between her thighs. His thick member jerked until he fully discharged himself in her moist chamber.
With his eyes shut, Tom passionately kissed her wrists and hands as he disengaged his cock. Shannon whimpered as he became dislodged, smarting from the absence of male hardness that had occupied space in her woman's flesh.
"Let's go shower," he said, dragging her to her feet.
Shannon, lightheaded and happier than she had ever felt in her life, went with him. He had so much enthusiasm, she thought. He was a different Tom-one she could easily spend the rest of her life with.
No sooner were they in the stall, he had her against the wall. The hot water came pouring down on her in a rush. She cried out, only to have her protests silenced with his mouth. His tongue probed her, feeding her fiery passion. She attempted to squirm out of his clutches, but to no avail. Tom's strength was superior. When he finally took his mouth away, she was dragging air back into her lungs.
"Oh, my God," she sobbed.
He interrupted her by plunging his tongue back into her mouth.
Shannon received it with a muffled groan, feeling it comb through her body in hot waves. The deluge of water coming down upon her, combined with the feel of his body, was heavenly. She was most aware of the moisture between her legs. She writhed against him. Her nipples strained against his massive chest. He had seen that her arousal and swift and complete.
Dispensing erotic vibrations, he inserted his thumb and explored her soaked pussy.
She moaned into his mouth, fraught with delicious stimulation. She moved her groin against his hand, wanting another finger to submerge into her warm, constricted cunthole.
"Have I changed your mind yet?" he asked, reaching between her shivering thighs. "You don't want to desert me. You can't lie. I feel the proof."
"Oh, God-" She was anxious for them to reconnect. Her need for him was strong. She wasn't about to ignore the call of passion that raced through her entire being.
Shannon gasped as she fumbled for his cock. He was big, throbbing in her fist. She looked down to see it extend thickly from his groin, the engorged bulb gravitating to her sluiced pussy lips.
He sliced into her with one thrust, sending her ass against the wall. She let out a muffled cry into his shoulder as she received him whole. His stiff cock made her grit her teeth, then sigh. It felt so fucking good, having real flesh up her pussy. Oh, God-nothing compared to having Tom.
The calves of her legs smarted as she labored to meet his penetrating strokes. He fed his dick upward, hammering it into her hot, tight opening. She panted as her pussy lips absorbed his rigid shaft. The wide, swollen tip went far into her juicy snatch, making its presence known. As he ground it, she whimpered.
Sex was getting to be a highly charged event for them. When they fucked, it was with breathless enthusiasm. Each encounter had a freshness, an excitement that bubbled over. She dropped her mouth open and moaned sweetly. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Her vision was impaired by the heavy spray, but she managed to see his feral look as he pumped her. "Oh, yes," she panted, closing her eyes and enjoying each thrust. Though Tom displayed no tenderness, she could not deny receiving satisfaction. Her clit quivered against the rush of his bone-solid shaft, sending sweet agony to the farthest reaches of her body. She felt as though her pussy were melting around his driving cock, merging with his flesh into a mass of buttery warmth. His wiry chest hair scratched her nipples.
"Jesus, you've turned me on. I can't control myself."
Shannon couldn't offer a rebuttal. Her senses were aflame. "Ohhhhhhhh. I'm going to cum!" She rocked her pussy to him, moaning as he pushed into it. He jammed her with cock several more times before she started shuddering with orgasm. "Yeah, oh, yeah-ohhhh!"
Tom hastened his strokes, gripping her with intensity. Their groins smacked together in heated abandon, the wind plucked from her lungs. Her wrists were held against the wall as he pummeled her ass with his piston-like groin.
Tom brought his mouth down on Shannon's nipples while she still quivered with orgasm. He sucked them, going over every inch with his fiery tongue. Shannon squirmed against him as a twitch of hot desire shot through her flesh. She moaned as his lips and fingers roamed her tits.
Tom kept pumping her, thinking she was the most gorgeous thing on earth. He stared at her as he crammed his dick between her legs and felt affection flow out to her.
The moment had been gratifying, but he wasn't prepared to cum just yet. His dick, resoundingly stiff, would enjoy itself further with Shannon's delightful pussy. "Let's get out of here and climb back into bed."
"What's gotten into you? You've got the energy of a twenty-year-old," she said.
His lips grazed the small of her throat. "Come on, baby. I want you on top of me, with your tits in my face."
Shannon didn't protest.
"I'm going to give you a lot more of this."
Shannon felt her insides turn to mush. She generally had the same reaction when there was something big in her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, dropping her head back. Her vision momentarily blurred as she let pleasure wash over her. She dragged her nails through the dense matting. "God. Ohhhhhhhh."
Tom approved of her response to him: total submission. He gripped her tighter, feeding her the full length of his cock. Yeah. He liked how she got when she needed him.
She clenched her teeth as ripples of excitement went through her. Without thought, she pushed her snatch at him, moaning as ground into her squish. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhhh."
He peered into her sex-dazed eyes. "Want more?"
Her fingers sank into his shoulders. Her pussy lunged forcefully at him, demanding everything he could surrender. "God, yes."
"I want more, too," he whispered, pushing high into her cunt. He didn't expect another complaint from her. "Much more. Yeah. Ahhhhhhh."
Fucking standing up offered a unique thrill. Shannon realized if she hadn't been plastered to the shower wall, she'd have crumpled to her knees. Tom maintained his driving rhythm, nailing her to the tile. Ohhhhhhhhhh. God, he was thick. She summoned all her energies just to hold him inside. At times, it left her shaking just to keep that hard dick submerged. Ohhhhh. Water pounded down on their aroused flesh. Her clarity of vision was impaired when he went deep. It became difficult to process both the mental and physical sensations that coursed through her. They were exposed to each other's heat, too. She found that exciting and romantic.
Tom could feel Shannon's pussy muscles tighten several times in the stretch of a mere breath. She would close her eyes, cling closely to him, sobbing, holding the air in her lungs for an interminably long time, until her muscles would finish her spasm. And then she would continue her stare at him. He liked the fact he made her cum. Shannon had no problem achieving orgasm, internalizing the feelings produced. He throbbed in her cunt, awaiting her next shuddering climax. He crammed himself to the balls in her nectar-rich pussy, then pulled all but the bulb of his cock back. When he rammed into that hot succulence, he made her cry out.
"Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Tom's eyes rolled up in their sockets as the taut skin of his dick slithered against her hugging walls. "Jesus."
Shannon smiled, cupped her tits and leaned forward to rub her nipples against his. She communicated with that scratchy, dense mass of hair that lined his chest, but found his nipples all the same. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
"Are we going to fuck like this when we get home?" he asked. "Will we bring this crazy, incredible passion back with us to New York?"
Shannon, smiling, didn't answer. She glowed, impaled with cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." Her muscles contracted around his cock, drawing it to teeming hardness. She put her arms around his neck, resting the top of her head on his shoulder. She tensed as the seizure ripped through her. "Oh, Tom-"
He couldn't think about anything other than her pussy wrapped around his cock. He was pulsating in her steaming confines, yearning to shoot. He kept dwelling on her wriggling body, her bouncing tits, her warm cunt as he fucked her hard.
Shannon's thoughts must have ventured in the same direction, because he now felt her pussy muscles grab and release his dick rhythmically. She locked her arms around him, chanting, "Oh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!" Her entire abdomen began to compress while she propelled herself to him. Finally, she began pumping herself up and down at an incredible pace. "Oh, yeah," she wailed, undulating. She smeared his cock with pussy juice. "Oh, yeah."
There was absolutely no way he could hold back. The cum boiled up through him as though propelled by an explosive charge. Shannon's eyes were clenched shut, her features contorted. Tom groaned at the urge to thrust into her wetness with the force of his complete strength. She grit her teeth as he emptied himself of cum.
"Uggghhhhhh!" he howled. "Ugghhhhhhh!"
Shannon collapsed against him, her senses overcome. Her orgasm left her physically depleted. She couldn't count the number of times she came. Her body was sore, twitching. It didn't surprise her that Tom remained hard, primed for more pumping action.
"I need to recover," she said, trying to disengage herself. "I'm aching all over."
Tom looked down at himself. His cock, stretched solidly from his body, screamed for more of Shannon. Jesus, he didn't think he'd ever get tired of her. "It's amazing. All those months of wrangling-and we were secretly hot for each other."
Shannon laughed. "I have to confess, I never would have guessed you were some sexual stallion. My God. Three times! Jesus. Order me a wheelchair."
He groped her tits, his fingers nonetheless affording them a thrill. Cupping them with strong hands, he circled his thumbs around her nipples. They inevitably drew his considerable attention. "Does that mean you won't leave Lawton.. .and me?"
Shannon shivered. Tom's fingers were better than an expensive vibrator. Mmmmmmmmm. "If I renege on Jason, he might void the contract. I guaranteed I would take the job he offered me."
Tom refused to take his hands away. "We'll have to figure something out. Surely our Legal
Department can come up with some lame excuse. That is, of course, if you're willing."
Shannon gazed at him. Tremors of want coursed through her sex-hungry body. "I'm willing."
Tom wrapped his arms around her, then returned to those succulents lips for another dizzying kiss. Shannon provided quite a charge.
"Who do we have in Legal that might best deal with the problem?" she mused.
Tom shrugged. "I guess Mike Miller would be my top choice."
"Is he single?"
"I believe so."
Shannon giggled. "I wonder if he's good in bed." At Tom's inquisitive look, she explained, "Alexis will need some powerful persuasion. If Mike's any good, he'll straighten it out for me."
Tom, knowing what was in store for their legal eagle, grinned. "Maybe we'd better select a back-up-just in case Mike needs a breather."
