Heart Like A Truck (Heart #1)
Prologue
Nash
W e are in a dimly lit spare bedroom of my penthouse because the thought of sharing my personal bedroom with a one night stand is unfathomable. This is all it is, one woman for a good time for one night. Typically I would opt for a hotel room, but tonight we seem to be closer to home. All thanks to Blake’s wild hair for going out on a Wednesday night to let loose a little from an already stressful week.
Now I have a gorgeous blonde in my arms with voluptuous breasts that I have spent several minutes suckling on and a hell of an ass. Believing her name is Alex, I toss her onto the bed in just her laced black knee-high stockings clipped to her matching panties and a barely covering her tits bra. She curls her finger to come to her, informing me she must not truly know who I am. I am the man that will give you pleasure you never knew you needed or wanted. The pleasure only one can dream of. I am the man that says when and how. All with no questions or attachment. Pulling her by the legs, I flip her over.
“On your knees. Ass out.” She obeys but not without pouty lips and a flicker of thought to argue.
“You must not have paid too close to the rumors before approaching me. Or you would know not to pout those sweet lips at me,” I whisper, leaning down near her ear while dragging my finger down the side of the garter. POP! She yelps, eyes going wide.
“What is your safeword, Alex?”
Breathlessly, she purrs, “My name is Ana. Safeword is Purple.”
“My apologies, Ana. Please remember your safeword. This is for your benefit, not mine. Understood?”
“Y.yyy.esss,” she finagles out. I slowly glide her panties and garters off her legs, letting them fall to the ground. With a pinch of my fingers, her bra falls down to the bed where she sits on all fours, breathing heavily, waiting for what's to come. I slap her ass, then rub it. Once she relaxes, I slap it again.
“Deep breaths, Ana.” Sliding two of my fingers down her backside, I plunge them into her pool of wetness. “See how your body is already responding to my touch.” Pulling my fingers in and out of her folds before picking up pace, I push her to want more.
Once her pussy tightens and tenses as she approaches the edge, I pull out and flip her over onto her back. She spreads her legs wide, matching the smile on her face. Stepping out of my slacks and boxers, I approach her entrance while I roll on a condom. Teasing her with the tip as I slightly press in, her moan lets me know she needs more. I slam myself inside of her, picking up a punishing pace. Making her grasp the comforter in clenched fists. Ana tightens her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper. Thrusting harder into her while her cunt squeezes around my cock as she begins to peak again. Moving my hand slowly down her lower abdomen, my thumb presses and circles her clit. This sends her over the edge, screaming. A few more thrusts and my shaft is pulsing release into the condom inside her. I pull out and walk into the bathroom to dispose of it. Walking back in for round two, I hear, “Purple.”
“Purple? We were just getting started,” I question back.
Blushing, she murmurs, “I am not sure I can take any more of you. No, wait, I know I cannot take anymore. Don’t get me wrong, that was the best sex I have ever had. But you just…God…I don’t even know what to say…Thank you, I guess.” Ana looks up at me with a pleased but confused look on her face.
“Well, I aim to please. Get dressed, and I’ll walk you out.”
Ten minutes later, Ana is gone, leaving me with an unfulfilled release. She had me thinking she would play the role of submissive. Partake in being tied up and teased. Once I threw her on the bed, I should have just stopped, but something told me she needed a release, and fuck, if it hadn’t been a week since my last rendezvous. My dick feels under-appreciated when actual work calls.
Entering my shower to rinse Ana and her heavy perfume off, I try to think of what latest lay I can jerk myself too. Not many come to mind. The women I have had lately either think they want to partake in my kink of control, of dominance, but few last past the sprinkled vanilla I offer up first. Knowing being a submissive is not for everyone, I do try my damndest to ease them into it. After all, I am a gentleman and have a family name to keep in good standing.