Serve Me

He covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside roughly, and drank my moans as he started moving inside of me. He felt so good, making me drenching wet. I’d never been so wet. He grabbed my breast with his free hand and held it tight, his thick cock stretching me completely.

“Your pussy is so tight. It’s perfect,” he grunted, increasing his tempo. His thrusts were fast and wild, and I was already close to another orgasm.

“You will make me come again, Cole...” I screamed when he pushed into me, and I felt like I was being ripped in two. It was so good that I was already losing myself in ecstasy. “Ah!” I came hard, thrashing beneath him.

“You are so sexy, Addison. Ride me, baby.”

He lay down on the mattress and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him and impaled myself on his pulsating dick, enjoying having the control this time. I supported myself against his rock hard chest as he brought his hands to my boobs, taking my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger.

I moved fast, going up and down in a crazy rhythm as everything burned in me. I was screaming from these hot sensations, unable to think about anything but the pleasure and this sexy stranger beneath me. I’d let all my inhibitions go, not caring about whether this was wrong or not. This was a one night stand and I would never see him again, so I could get the most out of this.

“Faster, baby,” he growled and gripped my hips with his strong hands, moving me as fast as I thought I could go. After several moments the pressure in me burst, and I arched my back as I reached another climax.

“Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze that cock.” He hissed. “I’ll cum, baby, don’t stop.” A few moments later he pulled me to his mouth and kissed me, groaning loudly as he came hard in me.

He didn’t release me immediately. He kept me on top of him as we tried to catch our breaths and enjoyed each other’s nearness.

I couldn’t believe I just had a sex with a stranger and it was amazing! It was unbelievably good, and now I was so glad that I’d accepted to come here.

“Don’t even think we’re finished here,” he said suddenly, stirring beneath me. “I’m already hard again, and I need you to do something about it.”

Six

Cole

I flipped a pancake and I heard it sizzle as it fell to the griddle one more time. Addison was still sleeping, probably because she was a little bit hung over. I was too. Her bloody Mary was sitting on the counter while mine was nearly gone. I picked up the phone again as I sat down at the island. I'd been calling every one of my ex-military buddies to see if anyone knew of a girl I could to bring home to my uncle. Someone I could convince to play a part in my ruse. I had a plan laid out, I would convince her to marry me at the end of the month. Then we would stay married for three months, convincing my uncle that I had really settled down. Then he would let me be done at the hospital and I could move back into the pharmaceutical company make my millions and at the end of three months, she could leave with a nice little severance package. It was a job, and someone would be happy to have it. They could live here in the penthouse with me and take advantage of any opportunities that present themselves as being with me. Including sex every night. This was a win-win. But so far out of the four guys I called I was striking out with each one. My last hope was John. I clicked on this picture on the screen and began calling on speakerphone.

“Cole? What the hell are you doing up this early?”

“It's nearly 10 o'clock. I'm always up by 10 o'clock.”

“Sure you are. But you’re never calling me at 10 o'clock. Some of us have jobs you know, we work.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hey, starting tomorrow I'll be joining the working class once again.”

“Are you serious? You haven’t had a job since, hell I don't know when you've had a job last. Not working in your parents’ company anymore?”

“Not exactly. I'm going to work of the Children's Hospital downtown. Apparently, my uncle has an issue with the fact that I borrowed one of our investor's yachts and landed up in prison.”

“Prison? Like you did a hard time?”

I shook my head. “No, no. Just in the drunk tank for the night. But the investor pulled out of our firm and my uncle is pissed. So he’s making me work at the Children's Hospital for a month and he's making me get married.”

I could hear him laughing at the other end of the line. “Married? Who are you marrying?”

“Well see, that's the problem. I have no fucking clue what I'm going to marry.”

“What about that model? What the hell was her name? Natasha?”

“She's long gone. And don't think I didn't try to call her because I did. She wouldn't even answer. You know half the girls in my phone book wouldn't answer. What the hell is up with that?”

“What the hell is up with that? Are you kidding? You’re a player. That's what's up. Girls don't marry players, they just talk.”

Wasn’t that the truth. But up until just a couple days ago I never minded that. Actually, I preferred it. Fuck ‘em and let ‘em go. But now I need one to stay around, someone I could actually spend time with. At least the next four months’ worth.

“So what's this about man? Why are you calling me?”

“I need to find a girl. Somebody I can spend some time with. Someone, I can marry,” I could hear him chuckling on the other end of the line. “But it's not going to be like that. Just a few months, and then I'll cut them loose. With a huge check to go with it. Shares of the company, my uncle is finally going to give me full access to my trust. If I work at the hospital for a month and I get married.”