With a low, hungry moan, I do as she asks and slip my huge cock between those succulent pink lips. The immediate suction feels so good that I almost lose myself again, but then I look down at the innocent young blonde’s sinuous back, heart-shaped rear end and spread knees and she kneels before me, her cheeks puffed up with my man meat. Snowflower’s nude, luscious, with big, dangling breasts, and a just-fucked pussy leaking my come. Not only that, but she’s sucking my cock like the good girl she is … with only more to come.
8
Jenna
Isit at the kitchen counter, smiling happily as Rick whips up a batch of pancakes. I had no idea that billionaires knew how to make pancakes, but here we are. He’s tall, handsome, and shirtless, that bronzed back turned as he mixes up creamy batter.
“Wow, you’re not even using a mix,” I marvel. “These pancakes are from scratch!”
The huge man grins, flashing that white smile, and I go weak inside. He’s already loved me every which way possible in bed, but our connection is more than the physical. I feel weak-kneed, dreamy, and totally over the moon with … what? Love? Passion? Romance?
It sounds like it, the voice in my head says in a dry tone.You’re so silly, Jenna. You hooked up with a gorgeous piece of man, and now, you’re acting like a fairy tale princess. You shouldknow better because you literally cater to men for a living. You know how they see you as nothing more than tits and an ass, and how sexualized things get.
But this could be different!the other voice in my head argues.Rick Purdy is nothing like the men who pay me on Only Fans.
He’sexactlylike them, the first voice responds sardonically.He’s even worse, because he filmed with you all night, which means you’re even more sexualized in his mind. Your subscribers only have their imaginations, but Rick Purdy has hands-on, skin-on-skin experience.
I hate my subconscious sometimes, and yet I know it’s right because I must be nothing more than a quick fling to this man. He’s the CEO of a major cosmetics company, with billions to his name and vacation properties all over the world. Rick can get any woman he wants, including celebrities, pop stars, and socialites, so why would he want someone like me? I’m his deceased secretary’s daughter, and an OF content creator to boot. He could be dating a girl from Harvard with a Ph.D., while I show off my assets for money.
But at that moment, the handsome man shoots me another grin over his shoulder, and he’s so dazzling and charismatic that I push the negativity out of my mind. This morning is too perfect to ruin with my doleful thoughts, and I smile back, warmed to the core.
“Here you go,” my handsome chef growls as he plates the pancakes and pushes a steaming stack towards me. “Would you like maple syrup? Butter? Damn, where does Mrs. Hinshaw keep the jelly?”
“Oh, I don’t need jelly,” I say while taking a huge bite. “It’s way too much sugar, and I don’t need the extra calories. Mmm, this is so good! Where did you learn to cook like this?”
But my handsome chef doesn’t reply to my question. Instead, he shakes his head before fixing me with a hard look from those piercing blue eyes.
“Sweetheart, youdoneed the calories. We just recorded video for twelve hours, and I had you in every position possible. You absolutely need the nourishment, so I’m going to find the jelly.”
Then, Rick continues to rummage through the cabinets, opening and closing multiple doors in an effort to locate the jam. Meanwhile, I giggle.
“You did have me in every position, and it felt so good! I hope you were pleased, Daddy.”
He turns, blue eyes fierce.
“I was very pleased, sweetheart, and I can’t describe how it felt to look down this morning to see a telltale ring of deep red at the base of my dick. That’s proof of your innocence, sweetheart, and you gifted it to me. Thank you,” he rasps before pressing a worshipful kiss to my bare shoulder. “Now where in the world is that damn jelly?”
I giggle again.
“Don’t worry about the jelly! I had some smears of red on the insides of my thighs this morning, but it made me feel good,” I confess in a whisper. “Is that bad? It made me feel very taken, and like I belong to you.”
Rick’s expression immediately goes serious.
“Sweetheart, are you sore? Does it hurt? Did I hurt you?”
I pause for a moment, just thinking.
“You did, but in a good way. A way that I wanted, and I feel very complete now. Like something happened to me that I didn’t know I needed, but I’ve found the missing puzzle piece.”
Rick draws back in surprise, one black eyebrow arched.
“You didn’t know you missed sex?” he drawls. “Wow. I thought everyone misses sex.”
I hum.
“Well, I didn’t know what I was missing, so I think it’s different,” is my musing reply. “On the one hand, I’ve read tons of romance novels and watched tons of movies, so I know there’s something out there that I haven’t experienced. But on the other, when you’ve never been in love or made love, period, you don’t know what you’re missing. Of course, I’ve had sex but it’s just with myself. I didn’t know that sex with a gorgeous guy would be a thousand times better.”
Rick grins, flashing that white smile, before dropping another worshipful kiss to my bare shoulder.
