Just The Tip: A Manning Brothers Novel Page 5

  He chuckled. “I don’t take things slow,” he grinned. And he proceeded to devour me, his lips rimming my ribcage, tracing a circle around my belly button before continuing further south to the hem of my boy shorts.

  “Hmm, modest, are we?” he murmured as he blew softly on my mound. I writhed beneath him, that warm air so tantalizing on my nub, mewling softly, unconsciously parting my legs further, begging him to do more.

  With a low chuckle, he peeled my panties off, lightly tracing my legs, skimming my shapely calves as the thin scrap of material was tossed to the floor. With a lightning fast move, he was crouched again between my legs again, this time rubbing my labia with a fingertip, skimming that flesh with the gentlest of touches before holding my lips apart with both hands to look within.

  It felt so good just to have him look, my most inner self exposed to his gaze. I was curiously shy, yet confident as well, instinctively knowing that I was in good hands with this big man.

  My ruby rose insides responded, growing moist immediately, my clit so hard and big that it stood up to attention like a miniature cock, begging to be sucked. Trails of cream ran down my walls, pooling to form a drip that left a damp spot on the couch below.

  And like a slut, my hips began gyrating, moving up and down, begging him to do more than just look.

  “Please,” I gasped. “I need it.”

  Fortunately, the big man was responsive. With a low growl, he dove into my snatch, first lipping my nub, tasting it, biting it with his teeth before settling into a slow suck.

  “Unnnnhh,” I moaned, tossing my head, my eyes half-closed in ecstasy. “Feels … so … good.”

  “There’s more,” he chuckled gently against my twat. He dipped lower, letting his tongue trail the folds of my puss, exploring every nook and cranny, tasting that female juice, pungent and sweet. He pushed my knees up so that my ass was up in the air, completely bare for him and dipped lower to trail his tongue around my anus.

  “Oh god!” I shrieked. I squirmed a bit, I was so embarrassed. I mean, I’ve been rimmed before, but it seemed so different with this man, so personal … so intimate. But Rafe wasn’t about to stop, nor was he wasn’t deterred by my hesitation. He bent his head and sniffed again, breathing in the musky smell of my ass and growled, “There isn’t a part of you that I wouldn’t touch.”

  And with that, he poked his tongue into my back hole, tasting me, making me shriek with ecstasy, his wet, muscled appendage going into my rectum as he ran his fingers up and down my pussy before touching the little hole where his dick would go, inserting his fingertip, then pushing deeper so that his entire finger was embedded inside.

  “You’re tight,” he rumbled, “I’ve got to get you looser because my cock’s not going to fit.”

  I was taken aback. I’m not a small girl and I could accommodate most men, but what was he saying exactly? That he was bigger than an XXL? Oh god. Was this going to work? I fervently prayed yes, I didn’t think I could handle stopping anytime soon.

  And Rafe was of the same mind, he just wanted to warm me up first before introducing me to the main event. Insistently, he kept tonguing my ass as he pushed a second finger in with the first, letting me adjust to the width of his two digits.

  “Oh!” I squealed. It felt so good, tight but not uncomfortable at all.

  Then came a third finger, followed by a fourth. Rafe was firm but gentle, allowing me to adjust as more and more was forced into my twat, my little lips stretched, my pussy still running like a fount even as he buried his entire hand in me.

  “Oh!” I shrieked again, the sight of his fist planted in me insanely dirty and wrong. My legs were spread so wide, my kitty engorged and yet the lips tight like rubber bands because he’d planted his entire hand in me, only his wrist visible now, the rest cushioned in my warm insides. He moved his fingers slightly inside, tickling my walls before beginning a thrust in and out, trying his best to loosen me up, getting me ready for the big time.

  And I was so turned on that my pussy gushed juices like it’d never done before. Rafe’s wrist was completely wet and a trail dripped all the way down to his elbow, my female cream musky and aromatic in the air around us.

  “More,” I moaned as he fisted me, “more, more, more.”

  “More is coming, little girl,” he growled in return, “believe me, it’s coming.”

  And with that, he pulled his hand from me with a soft pop, the sucking sound wet and sensual at once. His hand was completely coated and he lifted it to his mouth, licking one finger, then another, gazing at me lasciviously the entire time, clearly enjoying my taste.

  “Mmm, delicious,” he rumbled before dropping a kiss on one rosy nipple.

  But I wanted, no needed more, and fast.

  “Now Rafe,” I panted. “Please.”

  And the big man didn’t hesitate. His clothes were off in a flash, that expensive suit crumpled on the floor and I gasped. Because he wasn’t just big … he was massive. His dick hung all the way to the top of his kneecap, the biggest donkey dong I’d ever seen, as thick as my wrist, growing even as I watched. It lifted in the air, clearly aroused, the tip dripping wetly, one massive vein tracing the top, another vein pulsing hotly on the underside.

  Like a slave, I fell before him on my knees. Deliriously I opened my mouth, and the big man chuckled, looking down at me.

  “Like what you see, huh?” he growled.

  Wordlessly I nodded, bobbing my head, my mouth still open, and he did what I was praying for. He lifted that massive member with one hand and pointed it straight at my mouth, letting me take a suck of that glistening tip.

  Oh god, he tasted good, a salty tang of semen coating my lips, a slight pulse of juice squirting into my mouth even as I surrounded the head with my lips. It was a struggle. His glans was so huge that I could barely stretch around the head, that solid, blunt muscle like a club.

  But I wanted as much of it in my mouth as I could. I lovingly traced the vein on top, then the vein on the bottom before going back to his head and trying to suck as much as possible inside. Bit by bit, I edged the massive member into my throat, willing myself not to gag.

  “That’s it, little girl,” he groaned, throwing his head back, his eyes closed, a blaze of color on his bronzed cheeks. His pecs strained, his hips tense as my mouth slowly covered more and more acreage. “You can do it … oh god,” he rumbled again.

  And I was succeeding. I’m not exactly a naïf so I’ve had practice, and that experience was serving me well now. Of course, I’d never done a twelve-incher like the one before me, but new challenges are right up my alley … or down my alley in this case.

  Slowly, I opened my throat even more, forcing myself to think of nothing but the hot meat in front of me. Breathing rhythmically through my nose, the cock inched down my esophagus, I could feel the hard length edging down my neck like a python swallowing its prey. Focusing hard, I ignored the urge to gag, instead looking up worshipfully at the man before me, the one that I controlled now with my lips and mouth.

  But Rafe could take no more. His hands grabbed the back of my head, winding his fingers into my hair, and he began fucking my face slowly, rocking his hips, forcing my mouth to take more and more of his pole with each push.

  “Ummph,” he grunted. “Umph, umph, umph.”

  I squealed a bit, unable to move as my orifice was pummeled, but I didn’t struggle. Instead, I held still, letting him get as much traction as possible, letting the swings grow looser, wilder with each push, obediently taking every centimeter, even as my eyes watered and drool began running from the corners of my mouth.

  “That’s my girl,” he huffed, his eyes locking on to mine, feral, wild even as his fingers tangled in my hair. “Take it.”

  But I wanted dick up my twat even though I loved the sweet taste of sperm. So I sat back on my heels, edging back slowly, using my weight to buck against that barreling pole.

  Finally, the entire length was pulled from my mouth, glistening and shiny, and I cough
ed a bit, my throat raw from the fucking.

  “Oh god,” I huffed, bent slightly over, wiping my lips with my hand. “Oh god.”

  “Girlie, you okay?” said the big man concernedly. I looked up into blazing eyes and could see that despite the soft words, he was entirely turned on, ready to go for a full-force fucking. And I wanted it, wanted to feel that donkey dong destroying my sweetest spot.

  I stood slowly, letting him get a look at my luscious curves, the undulating s-shape of my hips and thighs.

  “I want to ride,” I purred, “lie down.”

  And he did, his big form on the dainty couch, almost comically overwhelming on the chintz pattern. I straddled him, leaning forward to give him a deep kiss as my breasts brushed his chest, my pussy rubbing erotically along his dick.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, rubbing that sensitive flesh along the crest of his cock. It was dirty, to say the least, my juices mixing with the saliva on his pole, the tip trailing wetly still, grinding that sensitive, soft flesh against his burning-hot steel.

  But he could take it no more. He grabbed my ass, pulling my butt cheeks forward and apart, letting his shaft pop up behind me. I could feel it rubbing against my ass crack, so long and big that it reached all the way up to my lower back. Slowly, oh so slowly, he guided the tip into my little hole, and I had to raise myself up on my knees just to accommodate.

  “Oh!” I sighed with pleasure, the tip coming into me an inch, then two. “Oh!” I moaned again as I lowered myself onto that massive snake, letting my puss savor the exquisite feeling of a hard donkey dong.

  “That’s it girlie,” he said roughly. “But you gotta long ways to go.”

  My eyes flew open and I glanced down, my mouth opening with shock. Sure enough, I’d only taken three inches at most, there was still almost a foot of prick outside, waiting to make its entrance into my hot cavern. Oh god, this was going to be much harder than I thought.

  Willing my body to stretch, I pushed down on that man meat, forcing my hips down, spreading my legs, my little pussy lips tight and rubbery at once. Rafe held still but the man meat was so huge, so dominating, that I was actually shoved up a bit just by the size of the thing. Whimpering slightly, I pushed down again, grinding my hips this time, straining, willing my curvy body to embrace that monster cock.

  And slowly it began edging in, the sight of that massive veined pole disappearing into my body unbearably hot and dirty. Oh yeah. I was doing it. I was eating up cock, my vag getting plugged, and it felt fucking good.

  I closed my eyes and threw my head back, still focused completely on the hard shaft making its way inside until finally, finally, I sat down all the way onto his balls, those soft, loose sacks pressed up hard against my ass.

  “Little girl, I’ve never seen someone with so much determination,” Rafe breathed below me, his eyes full of wonderment. And with a teasing grin, I circled my hips a bit, startled at how far up he was inside me.

  “Well, you’ve never met Jenna Walsh before,” I replied, my breath catching as he shifted below me.

  And that was the beginning of a long ride towards heaven. I rocked myself to and fro, enjoying the feeling of dick coming in and out, squeezing my pussy walls, suctioning my flesh almost, it was so tight in there. But the real fucking didn’t start until Rafe took control, seizing my tiny waist in both hands, holding me still as he bucked upwards, banging me from below.

  “Unnh, unnh, unnh,” he grunted, his eyes fixated on my bouncing boobs, the nips bobbing up and down, the look of sheer ecstasy on my face. “Just a bit … more,” he rumbled, his voice cracking. And after a few seconds, he roared. The big man’s neck strained as he pumped shot after shot of semen into me, that virile, viscous white coating my insides, each spurt a hot gush of heaven, his dick pulsing inside my walls, my kitty clamping onto him.

  Because I’d come as well, my vag seizing and pulsing, twitching with each shot of ecstasy, my vision temporarily blackened as I was lifted to new heights. I almost cried, my body twisting in currents, my puss shooting with warm juices as I spurted, the cream spraying onto Rafe’s chest, coating him in a fine film, a bit even landing on his chin and neck as I lost control.

  And after our breathing evened, I sank back onto my heels, still locked in place by the huge donkey dong, in close contact with that massive male form.

  The big man rubbed his chin, tasting some of the juice that I’d left there, sweet pussy ambrosia.

  “Delicious,” he rumbled, licking his lips lasciviously, and that’s when I knew I was lost.

  10

  Rafe

  She was heaven on earth, delicious, warm, curvy, with big boobs and an ass, just the way I like it. We’d tried keeping our affair a secret, but it was damn near impossible, there was just too much publicity surrounding the newest It girl and the CEO of Levast.

  “Jenna!” screamed photographers when we stepped out of a restaurant. “Rafe! Picture picture picture!” And we’d stopped to oblige, the bulbs flashing non-stop, blinding in their brightness.

  Because our relationship was like a supernova. Against all odds, the curvy model had landed the cover of Sports Illustrated, her golden flesh rippling and luscious in a tiny white bikini, kneeling in the Bahamanian sand. And so a scrum of followers was to be expected, the endless paparazzi, gasps whenever strangers recognized us at a coffee shop or local drugstore.

  Jenna acknowledged it, even if she didn’t exactly love it.

  “You have to understand, Rafe,” she said quietly. “It’s part of my job. I’m not a traditional model so I have to promote myself. I can’t just wait for bookings to roll in.”

  I’d frowned. Of course I understood, but Jenna got more than enough work from my company alone, so it wasn’t entirely necessary to pimp herself out. Still, fame is fleeting these days and you’ve got to make the most of your fifteen minutes.

  But I was still waiting for her to reveal her ignominious start in the industry, the nudie pix with her legs spread, nipples bouncing, kitty on show for the world to see.

  “Jenna,” I said gently. “I understand that you’re eager to make your mark, but photos never really go away. Is there something you want to tell me?” I’d quizzed.

  A flush came over her cheeks, and she turned her face away, that perfect profile balanced and trembling slightly.

  “Umm…” she murmured. The blonde was a smart girl, she probably knew what I was getting at already. “Well …”

  “You know you can tell me anything,” I said reassuringly, reaching my hand to cover hers. I fully expected to hear her fess up, to hear her tell about her struggles with money, how she took the pictures because she was young and dumb and didn’t know better.

  But instead, Jenna detoured.

  “Well, you know I used to be engaged … to my sister’s husband,” she flushed darkly.

  I did know this, but fine, I could listen.

  “Tell me more,” I commanded.

  Jenna sighed heavily. “Well, I used to be different than how I am now,” she began slowly. “More … mercenary, I guess,” she said shamefaced, letting her hair cover her cheek.

  “What does that mean?” I asked, frowning.

  She sighed. “You know, I was young and dumb –“ okay, so this excuse was being used, “and I was really into guys with power. Not that you don’t have power, I mean you do,” she flubbed, “but you know what I mean…” she said helplessly.

  “No, I’m not sure that I do,” I ground out. I’ve been surrounded by gold-diggers all my life, and this wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear.

  “Well,” she said helplessly, trying to continue. “I met Jake Manning at a party in San Francisco, you know the CEO of Manning Pharmaceutical, and I thought we were in love. I swear, I thought he loved me.”

  “Did he propose?” I asked flatly.

  “Not exactly,” she mumbled. “I went to Harry Winston and bought myself a diamond and pretended that Jake gave it to me. I just wanted to believe it so badly, he was handsome, rich,
and I dunno … we seemed perfect together, like the charmed couple you see in movies.”

  “You’ve been watching too much Lifetime,” I said sternly. “That shit doesn’t exist in real life.”

  “I know,” she said softly. “But I was poor, I was desperate, so I clung to a man who embodied my wildest dreams. We were engaged until my sister got pregnant with his baby, and then boom! Jake was out of the picture.”

  “And are they married now?” I asked, my voice dangerous.

  “Yes, they have a baby named Janie, she’s beautiful. She was born prematurely and wasn’t well for the first six months of her life. I guess the stress pulled Jake and Tina together, being new parents to a sick child and all.”

  Okay, so at least the girl was somewhat honest about her goldigging past. Of course, there were two sides to every story, and that fucking Manning scumbag impregnating his fiancee’s sister was no walk in the woods, I’m sure. But I still hadn’t heard what I was looking for.

  “Is there anything else?” I asked, deceptively casual. This was her time to fess up, to let her deepest, darkest secrets out. Surely she realized that as CEO of Levast, I’d already done a good bit of fact-checking into her past. Surely, Jenna didn’t think she could hide something like nude pix from the CEO of a media conglomerate.

  But Jenna shook her head slowly, her long blonde hair swaying gently.

  “No Rafe, that’s it,” she said. “I’ve been around some in my twenty-four years, but there’s nothing that crazy. Why, is there something you want to ask?” she said curiously, tipping her chin to look into my eyes, blue eyes clear.

  “Nothing,” I said smoothly. “It’s all good, I understand about the broken engagement,” I said in a deep voice. But the truth was that our relationship was essentially done. I’d given her the opportunity to open up, to confess the error of her ways, and she’d pretended like nothing was amiss. How could I trust her anymore?

  11

  Jenna