"A man must have confidence in himself and his cock, to fuck a woman in the ass. If he does not have this control, his cock will direct the action; he will move too quickly, hurt the once-willing woman, and rarely, rightly, will he be given a second chance."
― Toni Bentley

I had the codes.

I now knew exactly where to find Rick. I contemplated, mulled over to the point of practically obsessing. My body was betraying me. I could clearly hear the screams from my pussy, demanding to be tossed, lifted, and frayed. My mind was convinced that his stiff dick and lean fit body was my cure.

The gate opened.

I drove my Mercedes to the top level of the garage, where I found an awe-inspiring cityscape as the evening seeped darkness throughout the sky. A short walk later, the elevator opened. On my way up to his Penthouse, I found his place nicely maintained from where I stood in the opened front door. Artistically masculine from every angle. What surprised me the most was the platform bed used as a focal point in the middle of the room. Here I was inside of the epitome of a wealthy man's bachelor pad. The kitchen came complete with high-end appliances encased by seamless built-in cabinetry. There were just two barstools placed near the island. I admired the random art—a few pieces I had recognized. I had come upon three doors. Behind one was a massive bathroom that had a walk-in closet with a sofa. Several of his custom suits were separated by their shades of blue, grays, and tans, as were the tailored shirts, while his shoes were organized and showcased on shelves.

I sensed no female ever lived here, just a very meticulous man. I could almost smell him—the cologne. There was a faint whiff from the lone bottle on the bathroom sink counter, but I wasn't over there. I turned to find him standing behind me. I wasn't startled even though my heart raced. I couldn't speak. I was speechless at the sight of him. The heavy pounding of my heart drummed in my ears. My breathing stopped while my heart rate accelerated. I dropped my purse.

I didn't have to undo his shirt. He didn't have one on. I stepped toward him, closing the short distance between us. I unlatched his leather belt and unfastened his pants. His expression remained unreadable until I fell upon my knees and took him into my mouth. He fisted my hair. He remained still. I took my cue from how tightly he wrapped my strands or loosened his grip. He was silent as I slurped. He moaned when I gagged. He hissed when I would speed up. I began to use both my hands. One to fondle his sack while dabbling near his asshole and the other to work his shaft. I eventually inserted my thumb at the same time that I began to use more tongue and less mouth. I stopped working my other hand up and down his base only to quickly resume once he was no longer submerged completely down my throat. He shot his load. It was heavy, thick, and salty. I swallowed what I could. Some spilled from the corners of my mouth. I wiped with the back of my hand upon standing. He kissed me. He tongued and suckled my tongue. I lapped the remaining of his essence on to the roof of his mouth. He abruptly turned me to face the sofa. He undressed me from behind. His breath warm, his breathing heavy, his composure regained swiftly judged by his stiff dick brushing against my ass. He bit down on my shoulder. He unclasped my bra. He fondled my breast. He trailed kisses on my neck and shoulder as I leaned into him. My pants were discarded, and he pulled lightly at my pussy hairs as his finger eventually found me wet while the other still cupped my breast. I wanted him desperately to fuck me. I shook with desire. I felt crazed the moment he bent me over and ate my pussy before thoroughly lubricating my ass.

The weight of his body crashed on top of me. We were partially on the sofa and on the floor. I was out of breath, and he was still trembling in quick successive spurts, which caused tremors throughout my body. Then there was the sound of music from his cellphone...

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away

"Fuck!" He exclaimed, pulling himself up and off of me. He went to grab his phone. He answered in a tone that wasn't customary to my ear. "Hey...what's wrong?"

I could easily make out the sound of a child's voice that was possibly crying. I could barely gather myself as I watched him from the open double door, exiting his bathroom, leaving me completely fucked in his closet.

corrections made 7:21am 11/11/2020

A/N: I...yeah. I hope I didn't lose any readers with this sordid tale but I am taking this somewhere. I promise. layers upon layers and those who are familiar will know that nothing is in order but a clearer picture with each chapter.