Beauty in Lingerie (Lingerie 2)

“Like this…” Her hands moved up my chest, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

My arms were pinned behind her knees, and I directed the head of my cock inside her. I felt her wetness immediately, even without extensive foreplay. I pushed inside her a little harder, feeling her body accommodate me much better than ever before.

She moaned into my mouth, her nails cutting into me.

I slid inside her the rest of the way, surrounded by her warm slickness. “Fuck…Muse.” I could never get used to how incredible her pussy was. I’d spent a fortune on it, and I was definitely getting every penny’s worth when I was inside her.

Her hands moved to my ass, and she pulled me inside her. “Conway…”

Jesus Christ.

Instead of fucking her slow and easy like I had before, I went hard. I rocked the bed with my quick thrusts, hitting her good and deep. Her virginity was long gone, and now I fucked her as hard as I wanted.

And she enjoyed every second of it.

Her nails moved to my back, and she scratched lines into my body. Her lips stopped moving against mine because she couldn’t kiss me anymore. All she did was moan, no longer in control of her body.

Fuck, watching her enjoy me made me want to come.

“Deeper…”

I widened her legs farther and hit her balls-deep. I rocked her harder, her tits shaking up and down. My muscles tightened with my movements, my ass clenching hard. Whatever this beauty wanted, I would give it to her.

“God…yes…” Her head rolled back, and she closed her eyes.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open again, and she gripped my shoulders. Her face started to change, her mouth started to open. She breathed through the thickness between her legs. She started to plummet into the climax, her mind and body combining into one. “Conway….”

Our eyes were locked together, and she was completely mine. She came around my dick, her small pussy tightening even more around me. Her nails almost drew blood, and her screams nearly pierced my eardrums.

“You’re beautiful when you come.” After that performance, I didn’t have the endurance to keep going. I just wanted to finish, just wanted to dump all my arousal inside her. I wanted my come to sit inside her during the entire ride home. Once we were there, I would give her even more.

I grabbed the back of her neck as I finished, pumping inside her when I released. I felt my own come coat my dick, mixed with her arousal. We were combined together completely, my cock taking all of her.

She moved her fingers through my hair once we were finished, her chest flushed pink and her nipples hard. Her eyes became lidded with exhaustion, like she could fall asleep right then and there.

Thankfully, Nicole didn’t walk in and see my bare ass.

I pulled out of her then pulled up my slacks.

She lay there, thoroughly fucked and beautiful.

“I have a few things to finish. I’ll let you know when I’m done.” I grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it over her body. That way she would be hidden from view if anyone walked in. If Nicole or one of the models knew Muse was naked, I didn’t care.

She was my muse. And I enjoyed my muse.

* * *

I was sitting at my desk in my office when Vanessa called.

“What?” I would always take her calls, but that didn’t mean I wanted to talk to her.

“Why can’t you just say hi? It’s the same number of syllables.”

Just to be an ass, I said it again. “What?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not calling to talk to you. I just want Sapphire’s number.”

I stared straight ahead with a blank look on my face. “What?”

“Seriously, stop. You’re being annoying.”

“No, now I’m actually asking. Why do you want her number?”

“To talk to her…?” Vanessa’s smartass attitude seemed to get worse every time I spoke to her. “Why else would I want her number?”

“But why?”

“Uh, because she’s going to be my sister-in-law someday, and I’d like to get to know her.”

My hand immediately tightened into a fist. The damage Muse had caused was getting worse. “I’m not going to marry her, Vanessa.”

“Well, not tomorrow. But I still want to get to know her. She’s really cool.”

I didn’t want the two of them interacting—at all. It would give Muse more power over me. And she might let something slip that would give up the whole charade. “She’s busy.”

“All the time?” she asked. “I can’t even text her?”

There was no way around this. I’d have to cooperate, or that would be more suspicious. “She doesn’t have a phone…”

“What?” she snapped. “You can’t be serious.”

“She dropped her old one in the toilet and never got around to replacing it.”

“Aren’t you a billionaire? Can’t you buy the poor girl a new phone?”