24 Inches (Size Matters 2)

“Oh, God…” I whisper, his lips sucking my folds dry. He jabs at my insides with his tongue, pushing it past my inner lips and using it to lick his cum. Pulling back, he goes up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He doesn’t say a word, he just leans into me with slightly parted lips, his semen making his mouth glisten.

I close my eyes as he kisses me, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. His salty flavor inundates me at once, and I just ha

ve to open my mouth wide. I take all the cum he holds inside his mouth, feeling thick drops of it dripping down my chin. When my mouth’s full, I finally pull back, my heart almost ready to burst.

“Swallow,” he says with a wicked smile, drops of semen still hanging on his lips. I don’t even filter his command; I just do it. I swallow every single drop of cum, feeling its harsh manly flavor burning down my throat. “Good girl,” he tells me, leaning into me for one final kiss.

Arsen Hawke, where the hell did you come from?

Arsen

The rays of the sun wake me up from probably the most relaxing fucking sleep I’ve ever had in my life. I turn around and see the mass of straight, blonde hair, and an arm wrapped around me. In any given morning, you’d probably expect that this would be a normal occurrence. But you’d be wrong. Because I would never have even let them stay till morning.

But today?

Today, it’s different. Today I actually smile when I feel Ashley’s nails lightly scrape over my chest. I let my mind wander as I feel her thigh nestle itself against my naked groin. My cock starts coming to life as I reach over and feel her tight, perky ass within arms reach. I can feel her pussy pressed against my upper thigh. 50 million nerves are attuned to the feeling of her folds on my skin. I could fucking get lost in her body more than I’ve ever gotten lost in anything in my goddamn life.

But then I hear the beeping coming from the other room. I sigh. It’s the fucking video phone. Most likely it's Gerard. It must have been going on for a while because the beeps, or rings, increase in frequency the longer someone is trying to reach me.

As carefully as I can, I extricate myself from Ashley’s grasp and get out of bed.

I look over at her beautiful fucking body still asleep. She’s so fucking cute. Like a button. Her mouth is slightly open as she breaths in and out and all I want to do is wake her up and eat her pussy again. Then fuck her with my throbbing cock until she passes out like she almost did last night. Then cum all over her and have her suck me dry. God, all I want to do is fuck her so badly. I can tell this is going to lead to problems ahead. Can’t you?

But guess what?

I don’t fucking care. And yes, I had to say ‘fucking’ in there. To emphasize the fuc…the point.

The beeping continues and jars me out of my sexual fantasy and I pad over to the living room. I see who’s calling and see that it is in fact, Gerard. I accept the call and before you ask, yes I’m naked. But that’s fine because I arrange the camera to just capture my upper body; I don’t think Gerard is going to mind seeing me shirtless. But I wouldn't want him to see my giant cock. He’s my friend and I don’t want him to feel any level of insecurity or envy, you know?

“Sorry to call so early, Arsen,” Gerard says once he comes on the screen. I look at the clock. It’s 7:30 am. He’s already dressed in a crisp suit and tie, sitting in his office downtown. The guy must wake up at around 5 to get there from the Upper East Side.

‘It’s not a problem, Gerard,” I say as I leave the field of vision for a moment to turn on the coffee maker in the kitchen. “What can I do for you?”

“Actually, I have some good news, if that’s what you’re calling it,” Gerard says as I come back into view. “Mr. Giannoni has come back from his clients and he’s stating that we might have a tentative offer on a few more of the properties that we’re looking to sell.”

“Which ones?” I ask. This is key.

There’s a pause from Gerard before he answers. “He’s prepared to purchase the whole portfolio, sir.”

The entire thing?

In one shot, I could be done with Dad’s ridiculous smut business? I could free myself from the filth that he peddled?

“Everything, Gerard?” I ask again, raising my eyebrows. “In one swoop?”

Gerard shrugs. “He certainly seems amenable to taking the entirety of your holdings. But if I would suggest an alternative, I would say that we do it piece meal.”

The method doesn’t really matter to me. If I can get rid of everything, then this is something I should totally look into.

But one thing bothers me.

“Gerard, who does this lawyer represent?” I ask. If I’m going to be giving up Dad’s life work for some cash, I want to know who I’m selling it to. Despite the fact that it’s all X-rated smut, I want to make sure at least that I’m not fucking over the people who do the work day in and day out. And that could easily happen if I end up selling to someone shady.

“I can certainly find that out, sir,” Gerard says. “However the buying party is going to be an LLC based out of Delaware, most likely.”

That makes sense. You want to know the easiest country to launder money in? It’s not fucking Switzerland, or the Bahamas. It’s right here. The United States of America. With our secretive banking laws and the ability for one company to own another, anyone can buy anything while still remaining fucking hidden from the world.

“I’m not comfortable selling the entire fucking company if I don't know who I’m selling it to, Gerard,” I say into the video monitor. “I just want to know where all these people’s livelihoods are going to end up.”