The late afternoon sun spilled through the half-drawn blinds of the penthouse suite, painting golden stripes across the ebony skin of Nicki as she lounged on the plush sofa. Her full lips were parted slightly, her breath steady and slow, but her dark eyes followed every movement of the man across from her with predatory focus. She wore a black lace corset that hugged her ample curves, pushing her heavy breasts high and making each breath a tantalizing rise and fall. Her fingers traced the rim of her wineglass, the ruby liquid catching the light as she brought it to her lips, never breaking eye contact with him.
Nicki grinned up at him, her eyes dark with promise. “Then get ready, baby. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
“Tell me again,” she said, her voice a sultry purr, thick with amusement and challenge, “why you came to my hotel room, lover?”
He sat across from her, legs crossed, dressed in a tailored navy suit that did nothing to hide the thickness straining beneath. His name was Damien, a name that carried weight in the financial world, but here, in this private space, he was just a man lured by the promise of her mouth. He smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before setting it down with a quiet clink.
“You think I needed a reason?” he replied, his voice low and teasing. “I saw you at the gala. The way you looked at me. Like you already knew what you were going to do to me.”
Nicki laughed softly, a sound like velvet sliding over steel. She set her glass down and leaned forward, her cleavage pressing together, almost spilling from the corset. “Mmm. And what exactly do you think I’m going to do?”
Damien exhaled slowly, his chest rising. “I think you’re going to wrap those full lips around my cock, Nicki. Slow at first. Teasing. Then you’re going to take me deep, until I hit the back of your throat. And you’re going to swallow when I come.”
Nicki’s breath hitched at the raw honesty in his words. She stood in one fluid motion, the corset creaking slightly as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction. She placed one hand on his shoulder, her fingers digging in just enough to ground him. Then she straddled his lap, her skirt riding up to expose the smooth dark skin of her thighs, the scent of her arousal already thick in the air.
“You’re so sure of yourself,” she murmured, pressing her body against his, her breasts squished against his chest. She rocked her hips slightly, letting him feel the heat between her legs, already damp through her thong. “What makes you think I won’t just sit here and let you beg?”
Damien groaned as she ground against him, his hands immediately gripping her waist, pulling her tighter. “Because I know you, Nicki,” he growled. “You love control—but you love the taste of a man even more when he’s desperate for you.”
She grinned, sharp and knowing, before sliding off his lap and dropping to her knees between his thighs. Without hesitation, she reached for his belt, her fingers deft and sure as she undid it, then the button of his slacks. She pulled down his zipper with a slow zipper-rip, and his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already dripping at the tip.
Nicki licked her lips, her eyes dark with hunger. “Goddamn,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around the base. She stroked him once, twice, watching as his hips jerked involuntarily. “You are big.”
She leaned in, her breath hot against his shaft before her tongue flicked out, catching the bead of pre-cum at the tip. She tasted him slowly, savoring the saltiness, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him into her mouth in one smooth motion.
“Fuuuck,” Damien hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat working around his girth. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her moans vibrating around his cock as she worked him with her hand and mouth in tandem.
“You like that?” she teased, pulling back just enough to speak, her lips glistening with his arousal. “You like my mouth on you, baby?”
“God, yes,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly. “Take me deeper, Nicki. Let me fuck that pretty mouth.”
She grinned up at him, her hand still stroking his shaft as she took him back into her mouth, this time taking him all the way until her nose pressed against his skin. She gagged slightly but didn’t pull back, her throat fluttering around him as she swallowed.
“Fuck—fuck,” he choked out, his grip on her hair tightening. “Just like that. Take it. Take all of it.”
Nicki moaned around his cock, the vibration making his thighs tremble. She pulled back, letting him slip from her mouth with a wet pop, before licking her way down his shaft, her tongue tracing the thick vein along the underside.
“You want to come in my mouth?” she asked, her voice husky. “Or do you want to fuck my pussy first?”
Damien’s breath came in sharp bursts. “I want to fuck you now, Nicki. I want to feel that tight, wet cunt choke my cock.”
She stood slowly, her body aching with need, and shimmied out of her thong, letting it fall to the floor. Then she straddled him again, this time positioning his cock at her entrance, his tip already slick with her arousal.
“Are you sure?” she whispered against his lips, her hands on his shoulders. “Because once I sit down on this cock, I’m not letting you go easy.”
“Good,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips. “Don’t.”
She lowered herself onto him with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, her body stretching around his thickness as she took him inch by inch. A guttural moan escaped her lips as she bottomed out, her walls clenching around him.
“Fuck—fuck,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re so deep.”
Damien groaned, his hips lifting slightly to meet her. “Ride me, Nicki. Show me how bad you want it.”
She started slow, rolling her hips in tight circles, her breasts bouncing with each movement. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed harder.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice rough with need. “Fuck me harder, Damien.”
He flipped her onto her back in one motion, pinning her beneath him as he drove into her with relentless force. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and obscene, punctuated by her breathless moans and his ragged grunts.
“Like this?” he growled, his cock pistoning in and out of her with punishing speed. “You want it rough, Nicki?”
“Yes!” she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. “Fuck, yes! Don’t stop—don’t fucking stop!”
He reached down, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles as he pounded into her. Her back arched off the couch, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight inside her.
“I’m—I’m—!” she stuttered, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashed over her, her walls clamping down on his cock as she came with a loud, keening cry.
The feel of her pulsing around him sent Damien over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his cock jerking as thick ropes of cum filled her. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in harsh gasps as she wrapped her arms around him, her heart racing against his chest.
For a long moment, neither moved. Then Nicki let out a breathless laugh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.
“Damn,” she murmured. “That was exactly what I needed.”
Damien chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “And I think,” he said, his voice rough with satisfaction, “that I’m going to need a lot more of you.”
