Chapter 5 Live a little

I cock my head at her, trying to gauge precisely what this girl's game is. Why is it so difficult to get her to join me in bed? It takes only five seconds to convince most ladies.

"Live a little," I tell her. "As your client and temporary boss, I'm allowing you to pause work and have some fun."

"Who would watch over the party?" she asks, crossing her arms.

I can't help but notice her ample cleavage as her arms move. Oh shit, that creaminess makes my cock jerk hungrily, and my eyes flicker back up to her expectant face. I know she's just going along with this conversation to amuse me, but I'm not one to back down. I scan the room, taking in the whirling guests and the trays laden with food still. Judging from how well it's going, nothing terrible will happen in our absence. I spy Samantha nearby and motion for her to come closer. The woman brightens for a moment when she sees me, but then her expression freezes when she glimpses Brenda at my side. Still, she walks over stiffly.

"Samantha, I have some business to attend to with our party planner. If anything should happen while we're away, I'm counting on you to handle it," I instruct her with a smile.

Her expression becomes positively icy now.

"Yes, Mr. Fedrickson, of course," she bites out. I can tell the words hurt, but hey, I'm not here to hand out party favors. I pay her salary, after all, and expect to get my money's worth.

'Thank you, Samantha," I say while pulling Brenda away. "Please make sure all the guests are attended to."

Once we're about twenty feet away, I turn back to the beautiful brunette. "There," I say simply. "Now you have no obligation to babysit."

Brenda's eyes flicker with hesitation, but it's soon replaced with a hesitant smile. She accepts my hand, and I pull her with me toward the huge spiral staircase. Helping her up the smooth steps, it's only when we're at the top of the stairs that I kiss this beautiful woman for the first time. And oh shit, but her responsiveness is entrancing. The curvy brunette moans as I slip my tongue between her rosy lips, body instinctively nestling towards me. There's no time to go slow. My length has been straining against my pants since I first caught a glimpse of Brenda standing by herself in my ballroom, and it craves satisfaction desperately.

Brenda's lips stay attached to mine, my hands tangled in her hair as I guide her backwards down the hall toward the master bedroom. We reach the door and I push her up against it, lifting her legs around my waist. She moans again, grinding her pelvis against mine, lips sucking on mine like they're air and she's drowning.

Without losing momentum, I open the door to my bedroom and bring us inside, kicking it closed behind us. I would have happily taken her against the door in the hallway, but the risk was too high. The last thing I need is some damned photographer to wander into the forbidden upper chambers and snap photos of me emptying my load into a gorgeous woman. The headlines would cause another PR headache that I don't want to deal with.

Once inside my room, I throw Brenda down on the bed. I lower myself onto the mattress above her and take in her beautiful face, those large breasts, and her impossibly curvy body. She smiles and grabs my shirt, pulling me down and forcing our lips to connect once again. She receives no complaints from me as our tongues intertwine in a wrestling match.

I feel Brenda's hands fumble with the buttons on my shirt, clearly eager to do away with the excessive layers, but I grow impatient with her slow progress. I need her touch now. With a low growl, I take my shirt tales and rip it open, buttons clattering to the floor. It's not a problem. I can afford to buy a new one.

Brenda gasps at my sudden lack of clothing. Without the fabric between us, her lips trace hot kisses down my chest. I shiver at her sensual touch all the way down to the v-cut of my lower abs. As much as I'm enjoying her attention, I want to reciprocate. I need to hear her scream for me, to beg for more. Taking her waist, I turn her around before pushing her down onto the bed, face first. She lets out a small shriek, squirming on the soft mattress and bouncing up and down. But I don't stop. While peppering that smooth, milky neck with kisses, I slide down the zipper of her dress before pulling it from her shoulders and stripping it all the way off. Brenda flips back over on her own, making my breath catch in my throat.

Because this woman is perfect. She's wearing a lacy black bra that is barely able to contain her giant, heaving breasts. I lean down and nip on the tops of those creamy curves. She moans with pleasure, pushing my head against her chest. With one hand, I effortlessly unstrap the bra behind her back and slide it off of her body, revealing her erect pink nipples, big and round, ready for me.

"Fuck baby," I rasp. "You're gorgeous."

Before she can reply, I take her left nipple in my mouth, sucking on it and running my tongue around the areola. Shit, she's so hard already, her tips like pebbles. Brenda's hands tangle in my hair, pushing even more of her boob into my mouth.

"Oh god, Pedro," she moans. "Yes, like that!"

With one last lick, I turn to her left nipple and give it the same attention, sucking it until it's enlarged and glistening. Brenda is panting below me, and we've only just begun. Her hands find my belt buckle and release it. She unbuttons my dress pants and slides them down along with my boxer briefs. My erection bounces to attention now that it has escaped the confines of my pants.

Now it's the brunette's turn to be shocked.

"Oh my god," she whispers, eyes wide as they take in my cock. "Oh god."

I smirk. "Big, isn't it?" I lean in and whisper into her ear, voice husky with disuse and desire. "But don't worry, sweetheart. You'll stretch for me. You'll stretch real good, I can tell."

Brenda's mouth opens and closes silently a few times as she continues to stare. But then the girl gets a hold of herself and takes a deep breath before spitting into her hand and sliding it up and down my length. My cock gets harder, if that's even possible, and I let out a roar of shock and pleasure. Oh shit. Where'd she learn to do this? It feels so fucking amazing, and my hips twist beneath her ministrations, desperate to get into that velvet pussy.

But Brenda's not done yet, not even close. Pressing a kiss to my stomach, she works her lips and tongue down my torso until she reaches my groin. And then she goes for it. Smiling seductively up at me, Brenda takes one of my balls into her mouth and sucks a little before popping it out, and then doing the same with the other. My head grinds back into the pillow, groin lifted up toward her face, hungry for more.

"Tell me what you want," she pants, continuing to work on my balls like they're the sweetest candy.

"Put it in your mouth," I grunt, breathless.

"Say please, big guy," she coos.

Oh fuck, this woman's killing me. But I love it all the same.

"Please," I rasp, "do it. Now."

And then Brenda obliges. Incredibly, the girl swallows my full length down her throat with one deep breath. I feel the tip nudging insistently against the back of her throat, and it feels so damn good. Brenda gags a bit, eyes watering, but she doesn't stop. She bobs up and down while sucking my throbbing cock. I have to steady my breathing to keep from emptying my load down the back of her throat too soon.

But I can't let her have all the fun. After a minute or two, I groan.

"Stop," I command before losing complete control, lifting Brenda's head from my dick that's glistening with her spit and my precum. "I want to taste you."

I move the girl so she's taken my position at the head of the bed and I've taken hers at the foot. I pull her panties down to her ankles and then off completely, leaving the striking woman completely nude in front of me. Shit, she's gorgeous. That juicy pink slit beckons, and I want it so bad. But there's no sense in rushing things, so I kiss her thighs and her stomach, teasing her. She writhes under my feather-light kisses and tries to push my head lower, but I hold back.

"Tell me what you want," I say, looking up at her face that is clouded with desire.

Brenda doesn't even hesitate.

"Put your mouth on me," she whispers, her thick lashes fluttering as she looks down at my big frame. "Please, Mr. Fedrickson."

So I do. I suck her swollen clit between my lips, causing Brenda to squeal and writhe beneath me. With my fingers, I trace her entrance. She's soaking wet for me. Three fingers slide in easily, and then I add a fourth.

"Oh my God," she moans as I pump my fingers in and out of her wet hole while continuing to lick and suck her clit. "Yes, right there, please! Don't stop!"