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  “Shit, everything about you is amazing,” he rasped. “Every. Single. Fucking. Part of you.”

  And the affirmation made my cunt loosen even more, juices flowing wildly. I felt so loved, so adored, my ass up in the air as it was worshiped by this man, as he thrust his tongue into my most secret spot, burrowing deep into my dark star. Oh god, it felt so good, that warm muscle questing up my backside, stroking the interior of my rectum, trailing in that musky channel. And bracing my shoulders on the bench, I gave it my all, showing him how much I adored him. Reaching back with two hands, I grabbed a butt cheek in each and pulled myself open, giving him better access, gifting him everything.

  “Fuck me back here Daddy,” I begged, moaning with my eyes squeezed shut on the bench. “Put your dick in.”

  And Kane rumbled in back of me, his words incoherent. Opening my eyes for an instant, I caught a glimpse of huge, hard cock ready, the tip dripping with lust, desperate to be in my back hole. But he groaned again, muttering.

  “Baby, if I don’t stretch out this ass first, it’s gonna hurt bad, you’ll be limping around for days.”

  But I wanted it, I was desperate, so I merely mewled again, pulling my cheeks apart even wider.

  “I can do it,” I panted, “I’m young, my butt can fit it.”

  A bit of jizz erupted then, coating the backs of my thighs, my words were so filthy and nasty, I was a cum whore come to life. But Kane is an experienced man, and he knew a nubile, desperate slut when he saw one.

  “Naw baby,” he growled again. “As much as I’d love to ream this hole hard, honey you’ll be better off if I play with your ass first. Come on baby, loosen for Daddy.”

  And with that, one big finger began to trace my pleats, running lightly over the pucker glistening with saliva.

  “Mmph!” I moaned, wriggling my hips a little, pushing back as if I could draw the finger into myself. “Mmph!”

  And Kane chuckled deeply.

  “What a little cum slut, you want Daddy’s finger in your butt, don’t you?” he asked. “You want it don’t you?”

  But without waiting another moment, slowly that digit began its penetration. I moaned, breathing heavily, pressing my cheek into the wooden bench. Oh fuck, it felt good, it felt so amazing, that thick finger making its way up my back canal, touching me where I’ve never been touched before.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned, my insides stretched by the invasion.

  And Kane chuckled throatily before spitting a bit, letting the saliva drop where our bodies touched.

  “That’s it,” he ground out. “A little lube goes a long ways.”

  With that, he edged his finger forward again, my sphincter releasing and letting him bury himself deep.

  “Unnh!” I cried out, eyes flying open. “Unnh, unnh!”

  Kane merely growled darkly behind me.

  “You like that, don’t you baby? You like having Daddy’s finger buried in your behind, don’t you, my little butt slut?”

  And I moaned again, holding still yet trembling furiously like a rabbit. Because I did love it. It felt so good to be completely nude, holding my ass cheeks open as Kane slid his digit into my behind. This much older man did things to me that I couldn’t have imagined even a week ago. It felt so wrong, and yet so deliciously right, and all I wanted was more, more, more.

  “Yes Daddy,” I panted. “Put it in, put it in.”

  And slowly, he wriggled his finger, stirring it between my ass cheeks, even scissoring a bit, stretching out my anal walls.

  “I will baby,” he soothed. “I will.”

  And with one swift motion, he pulled his finger out before taking his massive shaft in his hand, rubbing the length up and down my pussy lips. But this surprised me. I wanted it in me, not stroking against my labia, however good it felt.

  “Unnh!” I cried out, surprised. “In my butt Daddy, into my butt!” I mewled, wiggling my hips, trying to edge him into the right hole.

  But Daddy merely gripped my hips and continued dragging that thick length between my engorged labia.

  “I know baby, but Daddy’s gotta get wet first, and baby’s cunt is the best way to get it wet. A little cunt nectar goes a long way, oh yeah, that’s right. Look honey, Daddy’s fuckrod is coated in your female juice now, it’s ready for some back action.”

  Because I’d been leaking between my legs like a faucet, and sure enough, when he pulled his dick away, it was completely shiny and wet, my pussy cream smeared all over his fuckshaft.

  “Unnnh Daddy,” I moaned. “Now, now, I need it now.”

  And with a deep chuckle, Kane lined his penis up with my back hole.

  “Breathe in deep, honey, breathe in deep as Daddy takes you.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh god, his dick was so big, ten inches and stiff as an iron rod, as wide around as my wrist. And I was gonna take it into my ass? But the thing is that Kane was right. I am a butt slut and I wanted a taste, I wanted to be impaled on that hardness, to feel his ownership in every hole I had, front and back.

  So closing my eyes in concentration, I inhaled slowly through my nose, trying to relax despite the fact that heat pounded in my pussy, my boobs heavy and sensitive, every nerve on fire. Willing my body to loosen, I mentally relaxed the muscles in my behind, anus going soft.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Kane grunted appreciatively, edging forward with that hard rod. “That’s it,” he soothed, “that’s it.”

  And with that, his fuckrod made its first entrance, sliding in about half an inch.

  “Unnnh!” I cried out, feeling like something huge, something insanely giant had just wormed itself up my backside. “Unnh!”

  “That’s right,” Kane chuckled grimly behind me. “Just half an inch in, still nine and a half to go. Hold tight baby.”

  And my head dropped between my shoulders, lolling wildly, desperate with lust and overcome with disbelief. Because I still had nine and a half inches to go? At this very moment, it felt like a baseball bat was up my ass, a huge shaft that could churn my insides, making me go crazy.

  But Kane knows how to work it, he knows how to pop an anal cherry, and the trick is not to stop. Don’t let her get a chance to think, to back off and get scared. So increasing the pressure in his hips, the big man kept pushing. And sure enough, that massive dick slid up my rectum even more, owning me, possessing, absolutely searing my behind, and with a sudden pop and thrust, my sphincter gave way and the full ten inches was in, balls slapping against my clit.

  “Ahhh!” I shrieked, lifting my head, impaled on the huge fuckshaft. “Ahhh!” Oh my god, my ass had never felt better. I was literally lifted in the air, he was so big, skewered like a pig on a stick, cunt pounding wildly as I dripped from between my legs. Oh my god, oh my god.

  And Kane merely grunted behind me, holding my hips tight, making sure I couldn’t buck off that huge dick.

  “That’s right, baby’s ass is so fucked, Daddy’s all the way in,” he ground out. “And now Daddy’s gonna take, Daddy’s gonna fucking take.”

  And with that he withdrew slowly, my moan rising in the air lustily as his dick rubbed against my rectal walls, the friction so good, before pushing back in.

  “Unnh!” I moaned, so overwhelmed by this man and yet loving it. “Yes, Daddy, yes,” I panted.

  And with that, the ass fucking began in earnest. He took me in back, gentle at first but then with a slow, steady pound, letting me savor every inch of dick back there, letting me taste every centimeter of that hard man meat. And I loved it. It was dirty beyond my wildest dreams, beyond my naughtiest nightmares, having Kane the billionaire deep in my ass, my anus clenching with every stroke, desperate to get him back in after every withdrawal.

  So I bucked wildly, eating up his dick with my anus, showing the big man how much I loved it by pulling my back cheeks open and moaning with lust. And it was exciting for him too because after a couple minutes of fucking, some hard core drill, Kane started to growl.

  “Fuck baby, gonna come, I’m go
nna come, your butt is so fucking tight.”

  And with an agonized roar, his chest and abs hard, hands gripping my hips, the big man spurted deep up my anal chamber, his jizz painting my GI tract.

  “Aw FUCK!” he grunted. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  I shrieked beneath him, my body coming apart in pieces.

  “Unnnh!” I moaned breathily, holding still as my body was flushed with sperm. “Unnh!” Because it felt so good, the pulsing between my legs, the spasms of the dick within, jetting hot splash after hot splash of man milk into my insides.

  But Kane hadn’t forgotten me. Despite the orgasm ripping through his frame, he wanted me to come too, and with one big hand, he reached around and pulled at a tight nipple, making it pop, while his other hand crept to my pussy and stroked my hard nub, rubbing right along the bottom of my clit, my most sensitive spot.

  And it worked. Kane knows me so well now after days of non-stop sex that he knows exactly how to push my buttons, how to make me shatter with just a slight touch. And my body absolutely fragmented then. Electrical bolts shot through my pussy, making me scream, tingles running non-stop through my limbs. And my cunt pulsed, vaginal muscles contracting like mad as my ass joined the symphony.

  “Ahhh!” I screamed wildly as our flesh slapped together. “Yes, Daddy!”

  Because my anus began to clench too, the tight ring giving it up, clamping again and again around the big man’s pole, milking him of his desire. And Kane loved it, that big body went hard behind me, grunting as my butt massaged his fuckshaft, draining him of all the semen he had to give.

  And it was so mind-blowing, so incredibly insane that I collapsed then, my arms and legs literally gave out and I slammed down hard onto the wood of the sauna bench, dazed, my ass and pussy still contracting, still madly beating with lust.

  “Unnnh,” I moaned heavily. Good thing I’ve got lots of flesh because it acted like a cushion of sorts, absorbing the impact.

  And Kane grunted hard above me, his dick still embedded in my butt.

  “You okay baby girl?” he rasped. “You okay?”

  I just moaned again. I was more than okay, I was flying high, soaring close to the sun, ready to pass out and be done with it. But consciousness stayed with me because I wanted to savor the aftermath with the big man, to enjoy his company as our bodies were locked tight, as the evidence of his male lust dripped from my secret space. So I merely moaned again, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.

  “That was amazing Daddy,” I panted. “Really amazing.”

  And slowly, the big man began to smile.

  “Yeah, right?” he growled. “Shit baby, you had me worried there for a sec. I rode you so hard I was afraid I broke this little filly.”

  But I just smiled sweetly at him once more.

  “No Daddy, I’m young, I can take it,” I whispered breathily. “I’m really flexible. You didn’t break me.”

  And Kane groaned deep in his throat, blue eyes so dark and hot they resembled coal embers.

  “That’s good baby, because we’re not done yet here,” he growled. And slowly, he pulled his dick from my ass, the slide making me moan once again, bottom wriggling involuntarily at the sweet slide. Oh god, it felt so good, and once he was out, my body felt curiously empty, like something important was missing.

  “Mmm, Daddy?” I mewled, eyes opening slightly, unsure what came next.

  But Kane didn’t hesitate for an instant. In a flash, that hard fuckrod was pushed into my pussy, the soft flesh giving way, the ownership so intense, so absolute that my eyes flew open with shock. But it was so right too. Everything was right, servicing him with both my holes, letting him take me every which way. And oh god, but my cunt began juicing once more, dripping with female lust, lubricating what I wanted so bad.

  “I see you like it, baby girl,” Kane rumbled knowingly behind me, groaning as my pussy squelched around him, welcoming the deep, hard thrusts. “You really are Daddy’s perfect cum receptacle.”

  And I turned my face into the bench and moaned once more, shaking sensuously, body loose, flying free, loving the slick slide, the deep invasion of my interior. Because I loved him. I loved being with the alpha male, talking with him, doing the nasty with him, and this was only proof of how good it was between us, how far I was willing to go, following Kane’s lead the whole way. In short, I belonged to the billionaire, every inch of me, every part of my heart … and I would take whatever he offered, even if it hurt.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Becky

  It’s weird. After we had the conversation in the sauna, after Kane revealed parts of himself to me that he’d never told anyone else, I thought we’d had a breakthrough. I thought that we were really something, that despite the fact that I was technically his maid, our relationship was special, something precious to be cherished.

  But evidently Kane didn’t feel the same way. Even though our loving was still incredible, the physical devastatingly intense, Kane didn’t open up to me again. For the rest of my stay he was generous, yes, teasing, playful even in his own way, but he never opened up to me again. Instead, whenever we had a conversation, he’d inevitably turn to lighter things, telling me interesting tidbits about the Billionaires Club, or if all else failed, stroking my cunt to distract me.

  “But what do you do for fun?” I asked once night after dinner, patting my lips delicately with the napkin. The kitchen at the Club is amazing, staffed with chefs who’ve worked at five-star restaurants, and the lobster had been divine. “What do you do to relax in your free time?”

  I wanted to know more about the man, to figure out how he decompressed, what he enjoyed in life besides working.

  But Kane wouldn’t answer, not in a serious manner.

  “I love teasing pussy of course,” he growled, eyes flashing, one hand already reaching out to swipe between my legs. Of course, his fingers came away wet and he grunted appreciatively, studying the goo on his hands before lifting it to his lips for a taste. “What’s wrong with getting pussy?”

  I panted, body already alert, halfway distracted. But no, I wanted to learn more about the man, I wasn’t going to let him deter me.

  “No seriously Kane,” I said, fixing him with a mock-frown. “I really want to know, what do you do for fun?”

  So the alpha switched tactics on me, instead talking about the Club.

  “Well, you know I’m always trying to improve this place,” he said dryly. “This complex is huge and it can be tough to get around. Right now, people walk, but trust me, there’s been a lot of complaints about how guests have to trek for miles and miles, all of it underground and dimly lit.”

  I nodded in agreement, already distracted. His wily ways were working.

  “It’s especially tough for the girls in their heels,” I added helpfully. “Maybe give them sneakers to wear when they’re walking, and they can slip into stilettos when they get where they’re going?”

  Kane snorted loudly, although it wasn’t unkind.

  “Naw baby girl, no female around here is gonna wear sneakers. Sneakers and a thong?” he guffawed. “No honey, I wanna see those haunches shake, I wanna see that rump sway and heels do it best.”

  I just rolled my eyes. Typical man. But right, he hadn’t answered my question, so I pushed ahead like an annoying badger.

  “But what about you?” I pressed again. “Surely, you can’t spend all your free time doing Club improvements. What else do you like to do?”

  But Kane was evasive and merely continued talking about the Club, relaying tidbits from the group’s past, anecdotes here and there. And despite my best efforts, I couldn’t get him to open up, I couldn’t get him to talk about himself again. The billionaire was charming, he was talkative even, leaning back with assurance, relaying tale after tale. But none of it was personal. None of it was about him directly, it was about his things, the people who worked for him, the groups he belonged to, everything in his vicinity, but not about him. And despite my best efforts, he nev
er opened up again and within a few days, our two weeks were finished.

  So I packed my things up into a small backpack and stood in the suite, taking in the luxury for the last time. My bag sitting on the bed was a total contrast to the surroundings, a small canvas thing, lumpy and cheap, not even half-full.

  Kane came striding in, brow furrowing.

  “Is that all you have?” he asked. “Really? Nothing more?”

  I shook my head.

  “It’s all I came with,” I said quietly. “They said I wouldn’t need any clothes, that everything would be provided for, and they were right.” Because of course, I’d spent most of my time dressed in nothing. The few purple thongs I’d received were tucked away, not that I was going to need them at home.

  Kane paused for a moment.

  “That’s my fault honey,” he ground out. “Usually girls at the Club get a closetful of tailored clothes, we take them to the seamstress and they leave with a whole new wardrobe. But I was so into enjoying you,” he added roughly. “That I forgot. I’m sorry.”

  I shook my head slowly. When would he realize that I didn’t care about stuff like that? All I cared about were the memories we’d made, me slippery, wet and naked with the big man, loving him, dying for his caresses, hanging onto his every word. But it was too late for that now. I was literally packed and ready to go, and Kane was here to escort me to the car.

  “Thanks,” I said quietly. “But it’s okay. I’m ready, are you?” I asked with a fake, chipper smile, my cheeks stretched so wide I thought they would crack.

  And the big man looked at me hard, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he grabbed my bag, swinging it over his shoulder before pulling me to him for a kiss on the forehead.

  “I’ll miss you Rebecca,” he rumbled in a low voice, his breath hot against my skin. “I won’t forget you.”

  And my heart broke then, shattering into a million pieces. Because this didn’t have to happen. He could ask me to stay, he could extend the engagement and hire me again. Heck, I was so desperate that I’d even work for free, I wanted more time with the big man. But it was way too late for that, and besides I wasn’t at the controls. I was here at the big man’s request, and my tour was up. It was time to go, and that was that.