Chapter 3 2. Every woman's wet dream

David's POV.

"So, Charlie consult the marketing team to handle the marketing of the new designs of the Truman's cars." I rattle off to my assistant as I walk across the hallway to my office.

I just flew back from Arizona and rushed in for a board meeting. Last night had been hectic and fun too. My business associate I went to Arizona to meet hired women that gave us pleasure after the long hours of talks about business.

I had to rush back to New York because

of the board meeting and the presentation my assistant made in regard to the latest design of our cars.

Shit, I forgot to tell Vera about my flight to Arizona it was an emergency, I bet that's the reason she's been calling me.

I couldn't pick up the call because I was in the boardroom when she was calling. Ah, I'll call when I calm my nerves down.

"Okay, sir," Charlie mutters a response to my instructions. He rushes before me and flutter my office door open for me to stride in. The boy's too gentle. I'm sure I've told him several times to stop acting like I'm his god.

Having no strength to counter his actions, I walk into my office. It's dark already and the New York city lights filter into my office like a cluster of stars. The glass floor-length windows allow smooth penetration.

Charlie flicks the lights on and walks across the room to the Espresso before handing me a coffee.

"Thank you, Charlie. You should go but don't forget what I told about the marketing." My voice booms. Tired, I run my fingers over my eyelids and huff a breath.

I can manage a massage now. I search my mind on who to call. I'm still deliberating in that when my door bangs open and Claire walks in.

Her feminine scent first brushes my nostrils, my nerves relaxing knowing one of my toys has come. I'm already notorious in America for my Casanova life. It's no longer a secret that David Truman fucks anything that has a V between their legs and two soft globes around their chest.

My life has cost me my marriage about four times. My first wife found out about my affair with my college girlfriend who was forced into marriage two years before we graduated. Helen swept me off my feet when I first saw her.

She was my first love but I was left heartbroken when my best friend, Nathan showed me images of her wedding photos. Too bad some shit happened and she died...I choose not to remember what went down that night, years back. But a miniature of her is under my roof. Under my care.

My second wife heard a scandal about me and my secretary which wasn't exactly

true. I wasn't dicking my secretary then. I don't know who recorded her making advances towards me.

My third... shit, she had one of my toys walk up to her in a mall and rattle off how she enjoys my cock dicking her. Isabel filed for a divorce, saying I shattered her heart. Then the forth was the first that cheated on me with one of my associates because she believed I don't give her attention. That I cheated on her from what my associate told her.

I did try my best in giving her attention. Just that I didn't meet her expectations in that department.

When I found her getting her pussy whipped by a tiny cock like Dane's, I divorced her. After my last shit with my fourth wife, I decided not to marry.

It's better I fuck around in peace than being tied to one woman. I wasn't a man brought up with love that's why I failed terribly in that sector. Though, Helen was an exception.

My parents never lived together because they weren't a match. Their union was toxic and that toxicity led to my mother's death at a young age.

I was just eight then. Then I lived with my father. He toughened me up. Lived just the same kind of life I'm living. He was flourishing then. Truman's empire was among the first in the country but when he died and everything was hands-down transferred to me, I notched the empire forward.

Now, Truman empire is known all over the world. I always top the Forbes list. Proudly, I'm every woman's wet dreams.

My second wife, Anita, is trying to snake back into my life. I know she must have squandered all her alimony because all my exes were paid millions of dollars after our divorce. However, I don't eat what I already rejected.

Claire's voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I smile up at her which she returns. Claire's divorced

and her father and I are new business partners.

There's an asset I'd like to gain from him. That asset will birth billions which I'll fund my charity organization with.

"Didn't tell me you're

back, sweetie." She purrs, walking to my side. I smirk up at her. Some rumors have it that Claire divorced her multi-millionaire husband because of me.

I never bother to ask because rumors are usually fake. I can't believe she can do that. Moreover, it doesn't stop me from fucking her whenever she throws herself at me.

No matter how much I fuck women, none of them seem to sate

me. I guess I'm insatiable that's why my cock keeps dicking as much pussy as it can.

"It was my father that informed me about your arrival." She says, sliding across the table to me.

I take in her skimpy dress and fuck...she's a bit intact.

"Turn around for me," I order her, and like an obedient girl, she whirls around and shimmy that ass of hers.

My cock jerks alive, loving the way she jiggles those flesh for me. I naughtily smack the flesh of her ass.

I love how she succumbs to my will. I always dominate women, it's in my nature. I smack her again, and she purrs.

"Get to your knees, Claire." I command and on a whim, bitch throws herself on her knees, sliding between my legs.

My hard-on is already pressing harshly against my fly. I unzip and palm my cock out, breath hugely leaving me as I free the monster.

Claire's sigh is apparent. It's not my first time ordering her to suck me but she practically

screams whenever I get myself free in front of her.

Quickly, she encloses her tiny palms around me and starts to stroke her tongue over my dick before sheathing me with her mouth.

I exhale, fist her hair, and push myself to the hilt.

"Suck me clean, Claire." I grunt. I throw my head back, focusing on the release I want most while she fusses over my cock with her mouth, dragging up and down to my base with her tongue.

"Mmmm...David..." She wails around my cock, the sound reverberating around my thighs and dick as I push into her mouth, trying to see if I can get the ultimate release I want.

Without gusto, I jizz in her mouth.

She jerks in surprise

when I push her away and stand to my feet, my hand running through my hair.

Sex is fun but I can't get the comfort I desperately desire. The connection.

"Anything amiss?" She asks, wiping my jizz from the corner of her mouth.

I shake my head. "Wait here." I gesture for her to grab a seat while I grasp my cell and call Vera again.

Fuck, she doesn't

pick. She's ought to pick. She should be in her room by now.

I tried again, yet no response. Frustrated, I dial Andrei's number. The man is a few years older than me and he was there when I took Vera in. So he's as much her father as I am.

I made Andrei Vera's personal bodyguard, so he follows her wherever she decides to go.

Andrei gets his call on the first ring, his brass voice weaving into my ears. "Boss."

"Where's Vera? She ain't picking my calls." My voice comes out strained, and worried.

"With her friends. In a pool party." Andrei response uproots anger in me.

He dare allow Vera to stay out until now?

"The fuck? Where is that?"

I bite out, doing all I can to douse my anger.

I can't allow Vera to risk her life, especially knowing the huge threat lurking around to sink its claws into her. Protecting her is my very first duty. It's a promise I made, and whoever wants to come to her will get through me first. That's

the reason I don't always allow her the opportunity to always go out.

"At Broadway, boss."

I grab my hands into fists. I try to speak but Andrei beat me to it. "It's her last prom night today boss. Remember?"

Andrei's words make me stall as I start remembering Vera's

words from weeks before.

It's her last prom tonight and I'm not there for her. Fuck! I messed up.

Kid's not gonna be happy. I'll try to appease her in any way I can. I just want her to go home.

I clear my throat and spill into the speaker. "Take her home now, Andrei!"

"Noted, boss."

At that, he hangs up.

I feel Claire's hand skim across my shoulders and she mewl into my ears after kissing the side of my face. "Fuck, David. I'm horny."

I grin at her, my cock jerks awake as she cups me through my fly.

"Sprawl on the table. Show me that pussy." And she does it without delay.

Her groin has some streaks of hair that form a straight line, dipping onto the apex of her pussy lip. I rip off the wrapper over the condom and shield my cock before reaching for her.

I widen her thighs, and without preamble, I hold my dick and plunge into her pussy.

Fuck! Her hole is too loose. No longer tight. In between stroking her with my manhood, I keep slipping off.

Fuck! Most women I've taken are too loose for my liking. I've never fucked a tight pussy. Either way, I violently thrust into Claire and she yelps as my dick ravages her wall.

My fingers seize her glaring tits and I squeeze.

"Oh...fuck...fuck...David!!!" She screams begging me to stop but fuck, I've not gotten any release.

I thrust, dip, fuck...yet...yet no relief.

Annoyed, I pull out as she jerks on the desk while I start palming my cock...grunting at the process.