Only One Man Will Do (2 page)

Alexandra screamed as she came, shaking and quivering with the sudden relaxation of the tight hold she’d had on her muscles. She squeezed her eyes shut and watched the star-bursts on her eyelids.

She felt herself pulled closer to the edge of the desk and his thick, wide cock spread pre-come on her briefly. He pushed into her and she screamed again as he filled her, her muscles clamping down, her clit rubbed by the length as he buried himself to the hilt. She came again, the stars exploding on her field of vision.

Dmitri grunted when he was completely inside of her, pulled back then surged forward with another grunt. He continued this rhythm, his wideness stretching her to the point of pain, before he pulled out and entered her again.

Alexandra’s arms began to shake with the strain of holding herself up, but she was unable to move any part of herself other than the muscles that clamped down on his wide cock each time it filled her until his balls slapped against her. Dmitri reached up to place one hand on each side of her blouse and he pulled. Buttons flew off as he tore the front open, then pinched her nipples through her black lacy bra.

“
Yes
.” Alexandra moaned as his fondling of her nipples provided one last ingredient for multiple-orgasmic bliss. He pulled the fronts of the bra down and her breasts spilled over the top. His large hands palmed and squeezed the sensitive skin as he continued to twist the large nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She pushed against him harder and faster, feeling him speeding up, the only sound in the office the brutal slapping of skin against skin as they both sought the same goal.

She knew it was close…she could feel the blood beginning to pound in her ears. He moved to one side and drove her over the edge. She let out a long, loud wail as her world exploded in fireworks, shattering her consciousness into a million pieces as she rode his cock to one earth-shaking orgasm after another.

“Aargh!” He howled as he pulled her tightly against him to hold her with hands of steel. His fingers dug into her hips making bruises that would surely leave their marks for weeks.

He continued to pulse forcefully into her, each blast of hot come making her spiral into another orgasm. She felt him twitch inside of her and squeezed tighter to keep him coming until, after a few long moments, he fell backwards onto the chair, still holding her tightly on his hips. As he hit the seat, she felt gravity push her down onto him, his still-throbbing cock slamming into her even deeper than before. She squeaked out another small orgasm, quivered then collapsed onto his chest. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sighed.

His barrel chest and wide shoulders meant she felt tiny nestled on his chest. Alexandra was a tall woman, and usually men had to be well over six feet for her to feel small. Dmitri wasn’t much taller than her but he was sturdy and wide.

Every part of him is wide! I have a new favorite dick!
She smiled.

When they could both breathe again, Alexandra licked along his neck, watching the vein beginning to throb on the side again. She trailed the tip of her tongue up along his jaw, then stopped to look into his eyes, her face right in front of his.

“Not bad for a first installment,” she said with a grin. “What do you do for an encore?”

His cock twitched inside of her as he pushed forward and drew back a few times. She moaned as she crashed into some after-shocks. When she could think again she spoke.

“I think we should go to my condo. I want to see what you can do when we are both naked. And I want more space to move around in. I wonder how many times you can come in one night.”

He chuckled. “More than most men, but not more than you, sexy lady. I love a woman who is so responsive she can come repeatedly and quickly. Taking my time with you is going to be a pleasure.”

Her face and tone became serious. “Just so’s you know, I had my yearly checkup this week. I’m disease-free and I have an IUD, so I won’t get pregnant.”

He nodded, “So that’s what I’m feeling.” He moved again and she squeezed him tightly with muscles honed by years of kegel exercises.

“I got a medical check when I got to America and I don’t remember the last time I rode bareback.”

Her lips curled in amusement. “I’m surprised you can find condoms to fit around yourself. You’re not the biggest cock I’ve ever ridden, but you sure are the widest. I think I have a new favorite.”

He nodded. “Good. Me too. It’s not often I find a woman who can come quickly, yet keep going for as long as I can hold on. I’m looking forward to finding out what we’re capable of doing together with more time.”

“So let’s get going right now,” she pulled herself up and off of his lap.

He watched her move around the desk, to peer into the mirror on the back of the door.

“I think we’d better leave through the back door. Joyce is a good secretary, but I’ve known her since I was a little girl. She doesn’t need to see me looking like this.”

She felt him moving behind her. She was going to turn but he pushed her over so she was bent over the back of the leather couch. He pushed himself into her again as she groaned.

He spoke into her ear, his hot breath blowing on the tiny hairs on her neck, making her quiver as he filled her again. He reached one arm around her and fingered her clit.

“You mean looking like you just got a good fucking? And like you are going to get some more?”

“Yes!” Her teeth gnashed as she came again.

He chuckled against her neck and ear.

“Come, my lady Alexandra. We have hours to go before we sleep.”

He pulled back from her and she turned, grinning. She pulled her skirt back down, and pushed her breasts back into their holders. Turning to the mirror she buttoned the few buttons left on her blouse, and pushed the tendrils of hair that had come out of her up-do back behind her ears.

Behind her, she watched in the mirror as Dmitri gingerly closed his zipper over what was still a massive erection.

“I wonder…will that ever go down completely?” She asked with a smile.

“Probably not while you’re around. But maybe. We’ll see.”

She walked past him to push on the intercom button, “Joyce?”

“Yes, Ms. Blackstone?”

“I’m going to call it a day. Please reschedule my late afternoon appointment.”

“Yes, Ms. Blackstone. And if your father calls?”

“Um, tell him something important…uh…came up.” She smiled as Dmitri made stroking motions in front of his groin.

“And I’ll see you Monday morning. Have a good weekend.”

“Thank-you, Ms. Blackstone. And you also.”

Alexandra turned to the man who had insinuated himself into her life so abruptly and smiled. He held out a hand and took hers, then kissed the back of her fingers.

“Ready?” He asked her.

“Am I ever!” She said breathily. At his questioning look, she grinned. “That means yes.”

She led the way to the back entrance to her office and down the stairs. When they got to her car, she turned to him. “Where’s your car?”

He smiled. “It’s a rental. I travel light. I’ll deal with getting it back to them once we’re done.”

“Do you mean on Monday, after breakfast, when you ride back here with me?”

He nodded. “
Da
.”

Alexandra groaned when her cell phone rang. She was held firmly in place next to a mountain of a man, and the sound didn’t seem to be bothering him at all. Certainly he didn’t relax his hold on her. She squirmed, trying to wake him enough to get him to let her move.

“Hey, big guy! That ring-tone means it’s my dad calling. Let me up so I can see what he wants.”

She pushed at his arm until she’d made herself enough of an opening for her to slide down underneath it, then stumbled out of bed to locate the purse she’d flung onto the dresser on their way into the bedroom.

After the sixth ring the phone will go to voicemail. Dad will be majorly pissed if I don’t pick up his call, especially at this time of the morning!

“I wonder what the fuck time it is, anyway,” she mumbled as she dug her phone out and touched it to answer it as it began the sixth ring.

Dmitri rolled over to watch her as she stood talking on the phone.

She’s magnificent! Miles of milky white skin, covered with freckles. Red curls covering her mound, nicely trimmed, but still there. She’s not one of those modern women who think a hairless little-girl’s pussy is attractive. Though for her I’d make an exception.

As if she felt him ogling her, she turned to wink at him as she listened. He stared at the large, reddish nipples atop her mountainous breasts.

And they’re real. No implants for this woman…she doesn’t need them. Those silver-dollar nipples almost fill my mouth. And responsive? God, what a woman!

He looked up and with a start, realized that even though she was still talking to her father, she was staring at the cock that was already hard and dripping again, as if it hadn’t come repeatedly all night long. They had passed out from exhaustion after hours of fucking in every possible position either of them could think of, as well as a few they thought up together.

“Okay, Dad. I got it. I’ll see you at the Club at four. I know you want me to meet the father of the man who’s running the business. I still think it’s weird you think the old man will be more impressed by my abilities than the younger one, but if you say so…” She nodded and said, “See you at four.” Then she flung the phone onto the dresser and nodded at Dmitri.

“I’m going to make a quick visit to the bathroom. You can use the one down the hall to your right. Then I’ll see what I can do about that enormous hard-on of yours.” She licked her lips and smiled, went through and closed the door behind her.

He smiled and got up to make his way down the hall to find the bathroom. When he got out he listened for a moment, then headed in the direction the noises were coming from. Alexandra was putting cream cheeses on the small kitchen table, next to the bag of bagels. The sounds were coming from the coffee pot. Dmitri’s stomach growled to remind him that it had been many hours since they’d split the pizza she’d ordered when they were resting up in-between bouts of acrobatic sex. They had soaked in the Jacuzzi while the food digested, then moved back onto the bed for more wild fucking.

“What time is it, anyway?” Dmitri asked as he approached her, grabbing her hips and rubbing himself in the cleft between her ass cheeks as she reached in the fridge for the milk.

She obligingly wiggled her ass, making his cock twitch, then turned and with the milk in one hand, she pulled at the back of his neck with the other, to get him to kiss her. They were almost the same height, barefoot, so it was easy to lean forward and cover her lips with his. He poked her lips with his tongue and she opened her mouth to let him taste the toothpaste she’d brushed with in the bathroom.

“You cheated,” he said, aggrieved. “I only got to rinse my mouth with water.”

“Maybe you should leave a toothbrush here,” she said lightly as she turned to put the milk on the counter. She poured coffee into two cups and turned again to put them both onto the table. She gestured at the chair on the side further away from the fridge.

“Sit. Have some coffee and bagels. I presume you heard my conversation with my dad?”

He took a small sip of the coffee and finding it too hot, poured some milk into it, and took another sip. He waited until she was done slicing open a bagel before taking the knife and picking a poppy-seed one for himself.

“I was too busy staring at your tits,” he said with a grin. “Though I did hear something about you going to meet him at four?”

She chewed slowly. “Yeah. The paperwork on my desk that we fucked on was from some prospective new client who’s not sure I have the balls to do the kind of work he wants done. My dad never got that kind of shit from anyone. He built his company on the reputation of being able to play on the big dogs’ playground and win.”

Dmitri shrugged as he took a big bite, then spoke around it.

“Some men don’t think women are able to be as tough as they think
they
are,” he observed. “I, on the other hand, learned from an early age that some women have twice the balls of the men around them, and they can use that to their advantage. The men who underestimate them never see it coming.” He grinned.

Alexandra nodded, “Exactly my point. You’re right…we really are two of a kind, honey.”

He shook his head as he swallowed, “We have a few differences I noticed last night.
Viva la difference
!”

Her lips curled upwards.

“So the upshot is after we eat, and have some more hot, monkey sex, I have to get into my business clothes again and go make nice with my dad, and the guy he’s making his new golfing buddy, today at the indoor range. That way when I meet with the son on Monday, he’ll have already been chewed a new asshole by
his
dad, and I’ll get the job whether he thinks I can do it or not.”

Dmitri took a big swallow of his coffee before he spoke.

“Does this mean you’re throwing me out after breakfast and…” his dark eyes glittered like coals, “…more world-class fucking?”

Alexandra leaned back in her chair and sipped her coffee slowly. “Depends. The only plan I have is to meet Dad. I’ll only be there for a couple of hours. After that I’d like to grab some dinner, then go hit some biker bars. I get antsy this time of year, when I can’t just hop on my bike and ride. I hate having to ride on four wheels to go party, but it’s impossible to stay on the road on a Harley with this much snow and ice. I hate March! I’m tired of cold and snow!”

“Are you inviting me to tag along?”

Her hazel eyes sparkled with amusement, “Do you think you’re up for it? I’m well-known in the places I hang out in. The guys will want to test you, to be sure you’re good enough for me. You might end up in a few fights before the night is over.”

He poured himself more coffee and after stirring milk into it, looked deeply into her eyes.

“Will the night be over after the bars? Or am I invited to once again share your bed? Or is that what you expect I’ll be fighting for, when the other bikers are
testing
me?”

Alexandra laughed. “You’re really something, you know that? No, the night won’t be over after the bars. And yes, you’ll be tested by other men I’ve fucked to be sure they think you’re good enough to deserve me. You can pretty much assume I’ve had most of the men in the bars. I’ve been riding with my gang for a long time. I handpick who’s allowed to ride with me.”

He nodded. “The women too?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you asking me if I swing both ways?”

“I might be,” he said casually.

“Why? You wanna watch?”

“Watching someone else make you come is not my idea of a good time,” he growled as he got up. He moved quickly to stand in front of her and pulled her hands to get her to stand up. One hand quickly moved behind her to cup her butt cheek, pressing her into his cock. His other hand tweaked her nipple then trailed up her neck to rest under her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Don’t you like to share?” She felt like she was poking at a dangerous animal when he growled again, shaking his head slowly.

“No!”

His hand moved back into her hair to pull her head forward as he crushed her lips with his. She whimpered as he moved his hips back to allow him to force his cock between her legs. She squeezed her upper thighs together, feeling him harden even more.

“Bedroom?” Her voice was a hoarse croak, her throat raspy from panting.

They only made it as far as the living room before he bent her over the back of the couch and eased himself into her again. She felt him stretching her, inch by incredible inch, while she wriggled her ass, enjoying feeling all of her inner muscles being stroked by his girth.

Once he was firmly planted in her, he leaned forward over her back and reached around to fondle her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefinger, pulling them down with each hard thrust of his hips.

Alexandra shrieked as she came, feeling herself clamp down on him, squeezing him so tightly she could feel the veins pulsating in his cock. She felt bereft as he pulled himself all of the way out of her before nudging her backwards onto the couch, one of her legs still draped over the back of it. He moved quickly to stand in front of her, pulling her other leg around his hips as he teased her with the pre-cum leaking out of him before pushing himself into her again. The angle was different, allowing for him to fill her more completely. She looked up at his face set in a grimace as he increased the speed of his thrusts, slamming himself into her then pulling out and pushing back in again before she could catch her breath.

She felt it building quickly, her moans getting closer together as she neared the point of no return. Suddenly she froze. One more thrust, once more again, and she shattered into a million pieces as she came.

“Aah!”

Dmitri grunted once more then held her against him and filled her with his hot cum, the spurting so forceful she could almost taste it. With a final groan he collapsed forward onto her.

They lay still, their bodies relearning how to breathe normally as their heartbeats slowed gradually. Alexandra felt her body twitch as she rode the aftershocks of pleasure.

When she could speak again, she asked, “Are you ever going to get tired?”

She felt his chest rumble as he chuckled from deep in his throat.

“Of you? Never!”

“I feel all sticky. We should get up and shower,” she observed.

He pushed himself up to hold onto the back of the couch with one hand as he slowly eased his hips away from her, his cock still partly erect as it slid out of her with a
pop
. He moved further up and grasped her hands to pull her up and off of the couch, before he enfolded her in his arms for a long moment of a bear hug.

She turned her head up questioningly and looked into his face.

Oh, my God! Why’s he looking at me like that? What the fuck?

“Dude,” she began with a warning tone in her voice. The fleeting look she had seen disappeared so quickly she wondered if she had imagined it.

“I need a shower and to get dressed before I run some Saturday errands.”

He nodded, “I’m going to get some food for tomorrow morning’s breakfast.”

Her eyes widened. “You are? Why?”

“Because bagels and fruit might be enough for a woman, but I need a more substantial breakfast to keep my strength up. I especially need a massive dose of protein, after all of the bodily fluids I’ve been producing for you.”

She grinned. “Well that’s fine…as long as you don’t expect me to cook it for you. Boiling water for tea or making coffee is about all I’m good for in the kitchen. I grew up in a house with a maid and a cook.”

He nodded. “That explains the lack of anything edible in your fridge.”

At her surprised look he explained, “When you opened it to put the milk and cream cheese away, I glanced into it and wondered what you do for food.”

She sniffed. “That’s what phones and delivery are for. Or I go out to eat.”

“I think I’ll get some steaks for dinner also. Do I need to pick up the wine too?”

She shook her head. “Ah…no. I might not have any food ingredients around, but I know a lot about wine. It’s one of the things my dad taught me so I could impress clients with my
savoir faire
about
vino
.”

They walked down the hall to the huge master bathroom with the shower built for multiple occupants.

“Remember I told you I want to grab something quick on our way to the biker bars tonight,” she began as she turned on the water to heat it up for their shower.

“Fine. I’ll take care of tomorrow’s meals. Breakfast and dinner.”

“No lunch?”

She was stepping under the water when he pressed himself against her backside, his hands reaching forward to fondle her breasts as he growled at her.

“I don’t intend to let you out of bed for breakfast until long after the sun comes up. There won’t be time for lunch. And after we work that food off, you’ll be ready to eat a steak dinner prepared Russian-style.”

She sighed as his fingers stroked her insistently until with a surprised squeak, she came again.

“If you don’t stop doing that, we’ll never get out of here,” she chided him.