Chapter 94 Vignette 86
The morning sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows, gilding the marble floors in gold. Damian Blackwell, billionaire heir to the Blackwell dynasty, stood in his suit jacket, one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched. His mind wasn’t on the drink. It was on her.
He had only met her a week ago… briefly and unexpectedly…but that single encounter had etched itself into him like a burn. Her laughter, soft and unguarded, had chased him even into his dreams. He wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight, but here he was, sending for her as though his future depended on it.
He wanted his parents to meet her. No…he wanted his parents to accept her. And for that, she needed to be by his side today.
He turned to the man who stood silently by the door. Marcus. His most trusted guard. Broad-shouldered, quiet, and efficient.
“Go to her house,” Damian said, his tone crisp, carrying both command and urgency. “Bring her here. Tell her I’m waiting. Don’t let anything delay you.”
Marcus inclined his head, expression unreadable. “Yes, sir.”
As the elevator doors closed on him, Damian finally set his glass down. His heartbeat, unsteady and restless, told him one thing clearly: this wasn’t just business. This was the beginning of something he couldn’t control.
Marcus’s black sedan pulled up in front of a modest but well-kept townhouse on the quiet side of the city. The engine purred low as he shifted it into park. For a moment, he remained behind the wheel, glancing at the address Damian had scrawled on the folded slip of paper. Correct.
He stepped out, the morning air brushing against his sharp suit as he adjusted his cuffs. To the neighbors, he looked like a man on official business…calm, deliberate, in control. But to the woman waiting inside, he was something else: the messenger of her future.
The door opened before he even knocked.
She stood there, framed by the sunlight pouring into the entryway. No hesitation, no surprise…she had been expecting him. A soft smile curved her lips.
Marcus’ jaw dropped, his eyes widened.
The green dress she wore looked tailored just for her. It accentuated her curves…big boobs and round ass. He noticed the quick flutter of her hands as she adjusted the neck of her dress, showing more of her cleavage. She was nervous, and in a way, that made her seem even more sexy.
Her full lips were glossed, cheeks red like she was blushing for him, her radiant skin reflecting light seeped into his eyes. He breathed.
But then, she broke the silence.
“You must be Marcus,” she said, her voice warm but carrying a tremor of anticipation. “He told me you’d come.”
Marcus gave a quick, short nod, as if he was just brought back to the world. His gaze was unsteady. He tried to keep it respectful even though he couldn't stop his eyes from dropping on her cleavage.
“Mr. Blackwell asked me to bring you to him.” He said, voice softer than he intended, "the car’s ready.” he gestured to the black sedan packed outside.
She exhaled, half-relieved, half-anxious. Gathering her small handbag. He stepped out of the way and she stepped outside, the door clicking shut behind her.
Marcus guided her down the staircase, holding her hand with porcelain care. He tried to steady himself from how hard the touch of his boss’s bride-to-be was making him. Luckily, he wore a reasonably tight boxer brief and even when he'd be completely erect, his cock wouldn't burst through his trousers.
He opened the back door of the sedan and gestured for her to step in.
But she paused, glancing up at him. There was something disarming in the way she looked.
Her lips curved, “Thank you.” she said,
“Don't mention, I get paid for whatever I do here,”
She smiled and slid into the car. Marcus shut the door gently behind her. But as he rounded to the driver’s side, he felt something stir…a thought he hadn’t expected. She was sexy, yes, but it wasn’t only that. She made him hard too.
Not only that either.
His dick was already leaking for her.
He clutched it tight. And then shook his head, like he was trying to shake off his heartbeat.
He edged behind the wheel, and as the car pulled away from the curb, Marcus found himself focusing on her from the rear view mirror, instead of the road.
The drive was fairly long and awkwardly silent. The only sounds were the sound of the music playing in the background, and the sound of the breeze as they drove on the expressway.
She just stared at the road, enjoying the ride, her nerves slightly calmer but anxious for how Damien's parents would receive her.
She clutched her small bag tighter and tilted her head to the sedan's dashboard. But then she caught Marcus staring at her from the mirror.
Her heart flinched. She didn't know why his stare made her feel that way.
Marcus immediately adjusted his gaze, his fingers clutching the stirring wheel tighter.
He didn't steal glances at her again. But she noticed his restlessness. The way his fingers fidgeted, his head tilting vaguely.
Suddenly, he pulled up at a corner. The road was quiet. Not even a shadow was around.
“Is something bothering you, Marcus?” She asked, concerned.
He tilted his head and looked at her. "Yes. You're bothering me,” he said boldly
Her brows arched, "what? I'm sorry, I didn't realize," she said quickly.
He stepped out of the car, opened the back seat and got into it. He locked the doors, whined up the windows and turned to her. She looked confused.
He pulled his suit jacket and unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt. She watched him, startled, wondering what he was doing and why?
“What's the matter, Marcus?" She had to ask.
He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and undid his zipper. Her eyes widened.
But she finally gasped when he brought out his cock.
He held it in his hand, swinging it to the sides as he shook off the cum rolling down the black, big, fat veiny cock.
She stared at the cock and then looked at his face. Her gaze shifted back to his cock again.
“See what you're doing to me,” Marcus said finally.
She gasped again, her pussy watering by just staring at it.
"It's impossible for anyone to maintain self control around you.”
“No, Marcus, this is wrong. You shouldn't be showing me your cock.” she said, her heart beating faster than earlier.
“I'm not just showing you, I want you to sit on it,”
"No!” She shouted. "I won't sit on your cock. I mean, you're a trusted guard to Damien.”
He shifted nearer and she shifted away. But the space was too small.
He leaned in on her and she pressed her head to the headrest like she wanted to sink inside it, her heart pounding in her ears.
His lips brushed the side of her mouth as he whispered, “Relax, I won't harm you," her nerves calmed a bit, "whatever we do here in this car would remain between us. Not even the walls would hear about it,” he paused for a second, ”except you want them to.”
Her breath caught.
“What are we going to do?"
“Fuck," he said it like it was nothing.
He shifted back on the seat and held his cock again. It twitched and she saw it.
He stroked it with one hand and gestured with the other.
She hesitated. Then finally, she stood up from her seat. She straddled his lap, pussy above his cock.
He held her waist as she lifted her gown to her ass and shifted her panties to one side.
He moaned, she could hear the sound of his heartbeat.
Then she lowered her ass on him. And sat on his cock. She moaned when his tip touched her leaking pussy, meat-soft lips.
She lowered further, his dark and thick cock sliding in deeper. His fat cock expanded her pussy as it went inside.
Now she was sitting on his lap, his huge cock deep inside her. She started riding his fat dick, moaning. While he held her waist.
“Oh my god, this feels so good,” she said, leaving her pussy creams and liquid on his cock as she rode him.
He groaned, “shit! That's right, ride it like that,” his hand was on her ass, squeezing it as she rode him, her boobs bouncing on his face. “Fuck, yes, right there,”
She rode him slowly, “this feels so wrong and right at the same time,” she said, moaning.
He put his hand inside her dress and pulled out her breasts. They spilled out, right on his face.
He took her nipples, sucking it hungrily, his teeth biting her tits sent thrills down her stomach.
But then, the guard's phone rang and they both paused. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen, his cock still deep inside the pussy of his boss's bride-to-be.
“Boss is calling. We need to be quick," he said urgently.
He dropped the phone aside and lifted her ass cheek. She gripped the chair's head rest tight and lifted her butt upward. The guard dragged himself slightly down on the chair and started shoving his dick inside her again.
Her moans were louder now. His balls slapping her ass as he fucked her hard with his fat, big black cock.
His dick stretched her pussy with every thrust. And he didn't stop…not even for a second…until he came deep inside her. He didn't pull out. Just kept his cock fixed deep in her pussy as his cum filled her pussy.
He took it out. She was panting, sweat ruining her makeup.
She lifted her pussy from his cock, her hole wider than when she stepped into the car. They arranged their clothes, satisfaction etched on their faces.
The guard returned to the driver's seat and began the ride again.
She just sat behind him, trying to put her makeup back in order. She remembered his words from earlier.
And she looked at him through the mirror, “do you also get paid for fucking your boss’s wife-to-be?”
"Yes I do,” he said, "an orgasmic payoff.”
They giggled.