The late afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of my penthouse, casting golden streaks across the marble floor. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, nursing a glass of bourbon, watching the city pulse below. The knock at the door came precisely at 5:30—right on schedule. I set the glass down and padded across the cool tiles in my bare feet, my silk robe whispering against my skin.
When I opened the door, there she was. Emily Ratajkowski, clad in nothing but confidence and a pair of black heels that clicked against the hardwood as she stepped inside. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that had graced countless magazine covers. She smelled like jasmine and something darker, like sin wrapped in silk.
“You’re late,” I murmured, though I hadn’t checked the time when she arrived.
She smirked, arching one perfect eyebrow. “Only by five minutes. And you know I don’t do things by the book.” Her voice was a low, smoky purr, the kind that made my cock twitch even before she crossed the threshold.
I shut the door behind her, my fingers brushing against the small of her back as she moved past me. The touch was deliberate, possessive. She didn’t pull away.
“You came here naked,” I observed, my eyes raking over her body—the full, heavy breasts with their dark nipples, the slender waist that flared into curvy hips, the smooth mound between her thighs. She was every inch the fantasy, and she knew it.
Emily turned to face me, her lips curling into a slow, seductive smile. “I did. And you’re still fully dressed.” Her fingers toyed with the sash of my robe before tugging it loose. The fabric slid from my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me as bare as she was.
I exhaled sharply as her hands flattened against my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my nipples. “You like what you see?” I asked, my voice rough.
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her breath hot against my shaft as she wrapped her fingers around the base. “I like this,” she whispered, her tongue flicking over the tip before taking me into her mouth.
The first wet slide of her tongue sent a jolt through me. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking me deep with a slow, rhythmic motion that had my hips jerking forward. “Fuck,” I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair.
Emily pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, her lips glistening. “You taste good,” she purred before diving back down, her mouth working me with practiced precision. She took me to the back of her throat, her gag reflex barely flinching as she swallowed around me.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I yanked her up by her arms, crushing my mouth to hers in a punishing kiss. She moaned into it, her body pressing against mine, her hard nipples scraping against my chest. The kiss was filthy—tongues tangling, teeth clashing, breaths mingling in a desperate rhythm.
I backed her toward the couch, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I lowered her onto the cushions, her back arching as I settled between her thighs. The heat of her pussy was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
“You want this?” I growled, my cock throbbing against her slick entrance.
Emily’s fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. “I want you inside me. Now.” Her voice was a command, not a request.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I lined myself up and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. She cried out, her back arching off the couch as I filled her completely. “Yes! Oh my God, yes!” she gasped, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper.
I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping forward with each thrust, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room. Emily’s nails raked down my back, her moans growing louder, more desperate. “Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice breathless. “Give it to me, please!”
I obliged, slamming into her with enough force to make the couch scrape against the floor. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard little points that begged for my mouth. I leaned down, capturing one between my lips, sucking hard as I fucked her.
“Oh, fuck, yes! Right there!” she moaned, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.
I could feel her getting close, her walls fluttering, her breaths coming in sharp, needy gasps. “Come for me,” I demanded, my voice rough. “Come on my cock.”
Her orgasm ripped through her with a shuddering cry, her body tensing as pleasure crashed over her. “I’m—fuck, I’m—” She couldn’t finish, her words dissolving into a broken moan as her pussy pulsed around me, milking my cock.
The sight of her coming undone sent me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I buried myself to the hilt and came, my release spilling deep inside her. My cock twitched as I emptied myself, her walls still clenching around me, drawing out every last drop.
I collapsed on top of her, our chests heaving, our skin slick with sweat. Emily wrapped her arms around me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear.
I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent. “We’re not done yet.”
She laughed, low and throaty. “Good. I didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”
