I look her up and down. "Strip," I order.
She hesitates for only a moment before reaching for the ties around her neck. She tugs on them, and the garment falls away. Her large tits bounce as she bends to pull her skirt and her panties off. She stands completely naked in front of me. My eyes glaze. Shit... This isn't great.
Why am I not even remotely interested in the goods on display? Is it because it's too easy? Everywhere I glance, women are only too happy to spread their legs.
Turns out, the only thing more appealing than a man with lots of money, is a man with not enough. One who doesn't care enough to give any of them the time of day. The more I turn them away, the more they pursue me. And yet, none of them pique my curiosity. Why the hell can't I stir up an ounce of curiosity in the woman who's fondling her breasts, then running her hand between her legs to strum her pussy lips?
I glance down at my crotch then up at her.
She parts her lips and her breathing grows ragged. She getsdown on her knees, lowers my zipper, then reaches for my cock. She massages me, swipes her hand from root to crown, again and again. Sweat breaks out on her forehead and her breath comes in pants.
I lean back, settle myself more comfortably, glance past her as I work out the details of our next multi-million pound deal.
She manages to get me semi-erect. Not bad. I tap her hand, and she releases me. Then leans in, closes her mouth around my cock, proceeds to take me down her throat again and again.
So about that deal... If the algorithm is right, we have forty-eight hours to work out our best approach. Which means a little more background research, then waiting for everyone else to dump their shares, which is when we'll buy it up and?—
Finally my dick lengthens. I grip her hair and tug. She releases me.
"Up," I order. She jumps to her feet.
I pull out a condom from the back pocket of my jeans, and sheath myself.
I straighten, watch as she stares down at my crotch at how I pump myself, once, twice.
She places a knee on the couch next to me and I shake my head. I twirl the finger of my free hand. She frowns, then pivots to present me with her backside.
I stare down at her butt cheeks—and seriously? Did she have fillers injected into her arse cheeks? It sure seems that way.
I blow out a breath. Well, too bad. May as well get it over with. I need to blow my load to be relaxed before I go back to working on my deal. It'll help increase my efficiency.
I grab her waist, pull her close, then position her on my engorged dick.
"Impale yourself," I command.
She lowers herself onto me, then throws her head back in a loud groan.
I wince. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea.
"Grind yourself on me. Make me come," I order.
She proceeds to writhe around, almost falls off her perch.
I blow out a breath. Guess, sometimes a man's gotta take things into his own hands. Pun intended.
I tap her shoulder and she pauses.
She turns to face me.
"Get up."
Her gaze widens. She jumps up. I jerk my chin toward the wall.
She frowns, then heads to the wall, stands facing away from me with her hands braced against it.
I walk over to her, fit myself at the opening of her slit, then slam into her.
She groans, pushes her butt back. "Stop." I grab her shoulders.
