The Manhattanites: Unscrupulous Part 18

"Let me find the fun, s.e.xy girl who danced in my hands while in St. Barth's. May I?"

She came back to reality for a second, sitting there staring at the s.e.xiest man she'd ever set eyes on. His interest in her was evident. It flipped her out. "Yes, you may." The second she agreed, Taddy could tell from the expression on Warner's face that he wasn't talking just about s.e.x.

Chapter Fourteen.

Oh His Anaconda, Seriously Taddy had suggested they skip dessert. Warner seized her hand, leading them into a rear elevator. She leaned in, hugging him. "I'm looking forward to seeing your imperial suite."

"And I'm looking forward to showing it to you." Warner inserted a key, pushed a b.u.t.ton on the control panel, and they rose. He kissed her.

She took in his strength, rubbing her body against his. So muscular. Curious to see his jewels, she reached down and unzipped his pants.

"Not yet, young lady." Warner grabbed her hands and brought them back to his chest, kissing her fingers. "You're more aggressive than I realized."

"I'm a Manhattanite. What'd you expect?" Taddy asked, kissing him again as the elevator doors opened to his private living area. She estimated the suite to be about four thousand square feet. Empire-style decor adorned the rooms with various French silks and imported damasks. The expansive living room featured a majestic marble fireplace. Off the foyer were a few sizeable bedrooms, one with a sleigh bed in the middle. "It's beautiful, Warner."

"Over there is the Promenade de la Croisette." He pointed west out the window. The Mediterranean view hypnotized them for a brief second. The yachts b.u.mped against the pier, casting a soft glow on the water. "You ready to have the night of your life?" Warner cupped her cheeks in his hands and leaned into her body.

A familiar sensation, being candied sugar in his strong arms, came back to her. He could do whatever he wanted. Lost in those golden eyes, she confirmed, "Yes!" Taddy wrapped her right leg around his left. His c.o.c.k grew under his slacks. G.o.d, you're huge.

"I'm happy we found one another again." He pressed his body against hers in a romantic way. Tongues meeting, he took ownership of her mouth while he unzipped her dress and allowed the fabric to drop to her feet. "You are striking."

"Stop talking." She egged him on for fewer words and more action, wanting to see how far she could push him. Taddy was curious whether a p.o.r.n star hid under his CEO billionaire, third richest man in the world, Warner Truman gentleman's wrapper.

"You wanna play." In jest, he squeezed Red's lips together with his thumb and pointer finger. Then Warner kissed her. "I bet after I give you what you need, you'll be calling me for seconds." He stepped away and removed his sports coat, throwing it against the chair by the bed.

She laughed. "I don't call men. Remember?" She stepped out of her Gucci heels, kicking them to the corner. She unb.u.t.toned his expensive-looking shirt, revealing his muscular chest. His body, a work of art, waited to be framed.

Warner pulled his shirttails out from his pants.

"I get that your nips are sensitive." Taddy pressed her lips against them. Sweet to her tongue, his chest rose to attention.

"Red." He moaned and drew her face over to his other nipple.

She bit down hard, pulling the skin between her teeth. She felt his s.e.x growing in her hands underneath his slacks.

He was enjoying it. "Wait 'til my mouth gets a hold of your t.i.ts." He wet his lips, rolled his shirt into a ball and threw it to the corner of the room. "You have no idea what I have in store for you, but you'll find out-soon enough."

"Jacked guns." Holy moly.

"Wait, Red. Just wait." He stepped back in a tease as if he was on a stage. With a hip dance and a tug to his fine leather belt, he unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Warner then slipped off his loafers.

"Thick legs." Taddy crossed her arms, admiring his tree trunks. Her p.u.s.s.y suddenly became very wet. She clenched her legs tight, keeping her panties on. If Warner wanted her, he'd have to rip 'em off. Red preferred it rough.

The way his boxers hung told her there was a monster waiting to get loose.

"Ready?" His voice held a confident rasp, which piqued her curiosity.

"Waiting..." She gave him a nod to say "bring it on".

Big Daddy dropped his drawers.

She dropped her jaw. Shut the front flippin' door!

"Anaconda" wouldn't do this super-size of beef justice. A beautiful snake hung between his legs. Honey-brown p.u.b.es dusted a halo over his hard-on.

Blinking several times, she bit down on her pointer finger, looking away as if viewing a freak show. Fascinated by all things p.e.n.i.s, she quickly found her gaze return to appreciate his magnificence. His d.i.c.k would be a challenge. One she'd never seen but antic.i.p.ated mastering.

Warner held his d.i.c.k in her direction. "Told ya," he said with a smirk.

She confessed, "I've never..." In utter fascination, she dropped to her knees.

He took her jaw into his grip, leaned down and kissed her. "Need instruction?"

Taddy shook her head. "I don't like to be told what to do."

Spreading her lips apart with his thumb, he kissed her. Then he stood, backed up and held her head as she slowly-inch by inch-took him into her mouth.

Mmmm. Cheeks full, she sucked once, licked twice, sucked again.

"Tsk, tsk, Red." Warner pulled his d.i.c.k out and ma.s.saged her breast. "You're still too tense."

Opening her mouth, she begged for him.

Big Daddy glided his velvety shaft over her tongue, nearly touching her tonsils. Tears fell down her cheeks as he found his way down her throat.

c.r.a.p!

Again, he pulled out and lowered his face to meet hers. "Baby, loosen up your jaw." He tapped her right cheek with his palm. "Enjoy it."

Taddy wished he would've hit her harder. Holy screw me. High on eagerness, she nodded in agreement. At last, a man who knew what she wanted. "Third time's the charm." She remained squatted on the carpet under him.

His masculine energy intoxicated her. He fisted her hair into a ponytail and instructed, "Open, Red. I want the tip of your tongue to touch my b.a.l.l.s when you go down on me."

She nodded.

"Now look up at me while you suck."

Her head shook as if getting ready to sing at the Metropolitan Opera. She relaxed her mouth.

"That's it. There you go, baby girl." Warner rapidly slid about halfway. He pumped back and forth.

Grabbing onto his sac, she tugged down. She owned it. Building rhythm, neck jerking back and forth, she went for it, taking as much of him as she could.

Mine. I have this.

Taddy sat taller, testing her reflexes-and almost gagged.

"You okay?" He looked down at her in concern.

"Yep, I'm good." She wiped her mouth and went at it again. The taste of his briny pre-c.u.m encouraged her.

c.o.c.k loaded, he reached under her arms and picked her up.

Whoa. Wrapping her legs around his midsection, she rested her arms on his shoulders, clinging to what felt like the edge of a rocky cliff.

Warner stared into her eyes and cleaned her face with his hand. He kissed her sweetly and held on to her. "Red, I won't stop once we get started. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Ready?" He aligned his torso and shaft under her body. His eyes stayed on hers for a second then he pressed his lips tightly with hers, giving her a little tongue. Her alpha ways didn't seem to scare him. Had she met her match?

Taddy broke the kiss and said, "Slap me." She grabbed his free hand and held his palm up to her neck. "Choke me," she said as if pretending she starred in her own Manuel Coq de la Grande video.

"What?"

"I want you to humiliate me while you're inside me."

His smile faded. He shook his head. "Never." Warner grunted as if he was more than eager to do many things to her but abusing her wasn't one of them. He gripped her body tight and pressed her against the hotel wall.

The paint's graininess scratched her back.

"You like that, Red?" Warner growled in her ear.

"Yes, G.o.d you're so-strong!" She could barely speak.

He reached down and tore off her lace underwear. The fabric flew across the room in a streak of pink, hitting the opposite corner.

"You owe me some new lingerie," Taddy laughed.

"Happy to buy you whatever you want."

Good boy, she thought when he grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

After removing the foil wrapper, she helped roll the latex over his shaft. Did it fit? Not exactly! But it did the trick.

He held on to her back. She leaned into his chest. His huge c.o.c.k grazed her crease. "Look at me," he ordered.

She trembled and did as he instructed. Her skin p.r.i.c.kled to attention. The guys she'd screwed didn't care if her eyes remained closed or opened, if she'd looked away or watched TV. However, this dude was different.

"That's it." He spoke with authority.

Sweet Jesus on a Saltine cracker, you're a freaky deaky. She wondered if there was anything he couldn't do for her.

Intense. Real. Hers.

"Red, you're f.u.c.king wet." He planted himself farther into her moisture.

Pressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his sculpted chest, she sensed his heartbeat against hers. After lowering herself and gliding slowly down over his shaft, she wanted more. "s.h.i.t, Truman." She had to take it all the way. It had been so long since there'd been any chemistry with another man. The joy of skin-to-skin came back to her as her c.u.n.t muscles contracted. Taddy felt exhilarated, as if tonight was her first time with a man.

"You're tight." He went in farther, grasping her a.s.s and filling her.

"Eat me out first next time."

"Want me to stop and start over?"

"Don't...stop." Holding onto his shoulders, she pulled her body up on each thrust, sliding up and down-up and down. "Warner!" Being banged while suspended in someone's arms was a new treat for her. This is insane.

"Get your sweet p.u.s.s.y back on my c.o.c.k, woman." His eyes spoke louder than his words, saying, "Do as you're told." He palmed her a.s.s cheeks. Then, with a tap, he had her allowing gravity to sync her body onto his.

"This feels amazing."

"Let go. Don't resist me. I can support you." Warner took charge in a way that was unfamiliar to her. But Taddy was starting to enjoy it.

Trusting his strength, she loosened her grip, trailing her hands over his developed forearms. Warner's smile broadened as she gave him all the power. She also gave him her trust and the freedom to do his thing. Taddy transferred her attention to his chest and rubbed his pecs. She then played with her own nipples. Noticeable excitement came over this face when she pinched her t.i.ts, causing them to swell while he f.u.c.ked her.

Could it be possible his fat d.i.c.k could get any thicker? It sure did. He grew inside her.

Trust. Power. f.u.c.k.

Her c.l.i.toris flittered as he pumped her over and over again.

"I've wanted this for so long. Your body is amazing. So perfect." He lowered his face toward her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Talk to me, baby."

It was hard enough to keep her eyes on him, but she wasn't a "talker". This side of Warner was unexpected. She wanted to shut him up. But how? Warner didn't seem like the kind of guy she could gag with one of her toys.

Hmmm. Holding onto her left breast, she positioned her nipple toward his lips. Not sure if he could suck on her t.i.t while he stood and screwed her at the same time, she gave it a shot.

He fixed his lips around the areola and she felt his teeth enclose the sensitive edge.

d.a.m.n! Your lickability factor is extreme.

He grazed each breast, then swirled his tongue in circles over the hard flesh while his c.o.c.k penetrated inside her. Taddy had to hand it to him-coordination came easily to Warner. Just as she relaxed, his lips grabbed the tip of her bosom and gave a slight tug.

She moaned roughly because it felt so d.a.m.n good.

He teasingly chewed at her nipple, grinding his teeth around her areola.

In a new heightened pleasure, Taddy shuddered. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were becoming more and more sensitive to every lick, bite, even when he breathed on them, especially when he breathed on them.

His c.o.c.k slid in deeper, filling her. Then he'd pull out and back in again. Warner pounded while he licked her right nipple, soothing the tenderness. "You came when I bit down." His pelvic thrust increased, drilling into her core.