Serving Him

And I lost it again, my pussy clenching wildly around him, milking him of every last drop, taking as much as I could, begging for more.

“Yes, yes,” I shrieked to the heavens. “Yes, I’m your cum receptacle, use that pussy, use it hard!”

And Kane erupted on cue, hips driving that piston deep, another hot coat of the good stuff spurting deep inside.

“Aw fuck,” the big man grunted. “Aw fuck, fuck, fuck.”

And with that, we collapsed, his dick still seated deep in my twat, massive form pressing me into the mattress. I should have felt used, I should have felt dirty and disgusting, but all I felt was sated and so desirable. I’d made this man, this huge alpha male lose it, and even now, his sperm was seeping out of my puss, there was so much of it that even with his penis as a plug, the jism was squeezing out between our bodies, coating me with its virility.

“Mmm,” I murmured again. It felt so good to be with him, blanketed by that massive heat, his bulk so reassuring, masculine and warm. “Mmmm.”

The big man grunted, his lips right at my ear.

“Fuck baby girl,” he muttered. “You’re one dirty ho.”

And again, the words should have made me go cold, should have made me curl away with fear, with despair and anger. But instead, all I felt was wanted. Because I was his dirty ho, I belonged to him, every part of me belonged to the billionaire, and we both knew it. So wriggling my hips, I giggled as he jerked once more, that cock shooting a few last drops into my insides.

“I know Daddy,” I murmured dulcetly. “But I’m your cum receptacle. Only yours,” I promised.

And Kane kissed the back of my neck then, his hot breath caressing my skin, making me shiver deliciously.

“That’s right,” he rasped hoarsely into my ear. “This sweet body belongs to Daddy.”

And his words were so right on the money that I couldn’t even deny them. Because this is what’s happened to me at the Billionaires Club. I’ve entered a new world of sensuality, of need, of sheer ecstasy and physical overload, and all I wanted was Kane. All I wanted was more with the big man, taking whatever he would give, offering myself again and again, for as long as he asked. So I nodded once more, whispering.

“I belong to you.”

And with those words, my fate was sealed. The fire between us burned even brighter this time, Round Two was hotter, more intense, more physical, Kane’s big body taking mine again and again. And the truth? I loved it. This man was mine, for as short or long of a time as he wanted … and his words, his body, his essence, would be branded on me forever.

CHAPTER NINE

Kane

She’s been absolutely amazing despite the fact that I’ve been acting like a caveman. Because Becky’s all sweetness and light, mixed with an incredibly luscious body that has me going four, five, sometimes even six or seven times a day. Oh yeah, I’m drilling that sweet cunt over and over again, no rest for the weary.

Because I really have been behaving like a fucking caveman. The girl’s here as a server, a maid of sorts, a position specifically created to meet Club members’ needs. But still, servers have rights. They have the right to stay in the dorms, to private time and breaks, to eat three square meals a day. We don’t break no labor laws, that’s not how the Club operates.

But all that has gone to shit because I’ve got the beautiful Becky up in my suite 24/7. That’s right, all I do is fuck her again and again in my room, breaking only for meals and showers, letting her get some rest before I start in again. Yeah, the girl was a virgin, but does that bother me? Hell no, I’m a motherfucker and then some, so we went from zero to a hundred in three seconds flat, that sweet brunette became a whore overnight, spreading her legs for me non-stop.

But that’s the thing. Rebecca loves it, she absolutely loves it, holding that pink twat open, beckoning to me, hole pulsing and winking, begging for my dick. And there’s no way she’s faking, the brunette’s wet all the time. Sometimes when we’re eating, I’ll run a finger between her legs just as a test, and fuck yeah, but it comes out coated in goo, her female nectar a steady drip drip drip.

So yeah, we haven’t left my room in a couple days. Everything’s delivered to the door, and all I’ve done is spurted my sperm in her constantly, which led to a very interesting conversation when I found out Becky wasn’t on birth control.

“What the fuck?” I growled, midway through my pizza. Oh yeah, no personal size pie here. I was eating a large on my own, sex makes me a fucking hungry bear.