3. fantasy turned reality

fantasy turned reality

Lily

"We're about ten minutes away, Ms. Durham," Harry announced from the front seat, making Lily tense slightly as she turned her attention from her phone, held tight in her hand in her lap, to look outside the vehicle window.

The drive had been longer than she anticipated, not because of actual time, but because of how she had gone from excited to nervous. She hadn't texted Fisk in some time—not because she hadn't wanted to talk to him, but because she hadn't known what to say. She had spent the past hour and a half trying to come up with a plan, a way to introduce herself or to get the ball rolling, but in all that time, her normally creative brain had drawn a blank.

Her outfit, hopefully, would do a lot of the talking, because wearing a black slip dress said quite a lot, particularly with the lingerie underneath, but other questions remained. Would he want to show her the house first? Would he meet her at the front door? Would he still be interested once they were face-to-face? Was he as nervous as she was?

The car she was in was nice. Too nice, really, for what it was being used for. At the end of the day, this was a hookup. Yes, there was maybe a little hope for something more, but the car spoke of someone important . From the driver in a suit to the all-leather seats to the drinks in the refrigerator—because who had a refrigerator in their car, like really—it all spoke of big money.

She wondered, as she forced herself to take another slow sip from the water bottle, if the driver had done this before. Was it normal for him to collect girls for his employer and bring them to his beach house? Was there a set plan Fisk would follow to get her undressed and then out the door again after? He had invited her for the weekend, had promised her everything , but those were just words. Only time would tell.

The car made a turn off from the main road, and she shifted in her seat while replacing the lid. There was a gate with a fence surrounding it, telling her it was a private neighborhood, although there was no sign with the name of the community. That was odd, but the gate opened, allowing them through.

Had ten minutes already passed? How long would it take to reach Fisk's house? She saw no homes outside her window, a first during the long trip, as beach houses and cottages had stunted her view of the ocean for most of it, which made her once more question how much money he had. She had studied his profile earlier but resisted the urge to look him up online. She would have gone straight into work mode, researching until she knew everything about him, but somehow, something had told her there was more to him than what she would find online.

Now, as a massive beach mansion—because that was what it was, a mansion—appeared ahead... she was starting to regret that choice.

He didn't just have money in his pocket and some in the bank as well. He had fuck you money, the kind that made her clench her thighs and question his morals and, again, whether or not she was the first to be brought this way.

It was his house; she was sure of it. He had mentioned something about privacy during their texting, or a private beach, but to have so much space on either side of him...

She wasn't normally one for philanthropy, but he had the sort of money that made her question his tax filings and what he did with the excess.

The car slowed as it turned with the road, and she realized the entire stretch had, in fact, been a driveway. The gate had not been to a neighborhood but to his home. The lack of signage? True privacy.

But she didn't have time to think about any of that as the car came to a stop at the end of a pathway. Before Harry could put the car in park, the massive front door at the top of the stairs opened, and Fisk Mayweather, wearing grey sweatpants and what looked to be a worn t-shirt, stepped outside, not even pulling the door closed behind him before he raced down the stairs towards her.

She knew better than to open the door and sat, frozen, as she watched Fisk approach. Harry had already stepped out and reached to open her door for her, but it was Fisk who offered her his hand. She took it, allowing him to help her out of the darkened car and into the sunlight.

She didn't have a moment to adjust her eyes to the brightness, however, because then Fisk was pressing her against the car and cradling her face with both hands. He tilted her chin up as he kissed her, and her eyes closed as she kissed him back, his scent enveloping her. He was all saltwater, although not fishy, and men's cologne and shampoo, not the cheap stuff, with the taste of toothpaste on his tongue, not stale coffee as she would have expected, given their late night and how quickly he had responded early in the morning, and she...

She moaned into the kiss as his hands left her face, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck, noting his hair was damp. His arms moved lower, from her waist to her hips, and he picked her up easily, his hands sliding under the back of her thighs and lifting her hem slightly as he did so. He was strong, domineering, overpowering, and so much taller than her, with his body nearly as wide as her own, although he was pure muscle. She melted into him, wrapping her legs around his waist as best she could, not wanting to pull away for even a second.

Her fingers tangled with the back of his t-shirt, the material soft and well-worn. She wanted to tug it off over his head, to touch more of him and feel his body bare under her fingertips, but it was impossible in their current position, with his arms down and their bodies pressed together. She could feel him through his sweatpants as well, already hard and pressing impatiently at her barely covered core, and she knew when he pulled away, there would likely be a damp spot to mark her own need. She needed him naked, now , and she needed to be filled, for him to take away the gnawing emptiness inside her.

He had promised she wouldn't need to walk once she arrived, and she had doubted him, but even with the assistance of the car behind her, she knew he would be able to pick her up and toss her around.

Forget a tour, forget an introduction, forget even breakfast. All she wanted was Fisk, as much as she could have. Everything , he had promised. Everything was starting to sound good.

The sound of a throat clearing beside them made Lily turn her head, and she gasped for air as realization set in. Harry, the driver, was still standing beside them, holding her bag. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, given they were practically humping one another in a heavy make-out session.

"Sorry, Harry," Fisk apologized as he chuckled, his fingers digging into her thighs a little tighter. "You can set the bag inside the front door. We'll be in in a moment. We won't need you the rest of the weekend."

"Very good, Mr. Mayweather," Harry answered as he walked away, leaving Lily still burning with embarrassment.

"Oh my God," she breathed out, laughing to herself while trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Fisk, sweetheart," he corrected as his mouth moved to her throat, kissing the sensitive area. "Fuck, you taste amazing."

"Your poor driver," she gasped as his kisses became open-mouthed, sucking at her pulse.

"I doubt he'll ever get over this," Fisk murmured against her skin before kissing her earlobe. "He told me I was crazy when I messaged him last night about driving you out here. It's the first time he's ever seen me like this."

That answered her question about whether she was the first to be brought to him, but she didn't have time to think about anything else, because Fisk was kissing her again, stealing every last thought from her brain.

His hips rocked against her, dragging a moan from her lips as she pulled away, trying to breathe, but then, they were kissing once more, his cock pressed hard against her cunt. She could get off like this if he added a little bit of friction, and her whole body tingled as he rocked again before turning his face away.

"Shit, sorry," he muttered, shaking his head a little. "I saw the car pull up, then I saw you, and... I lost my mind for a minute there."

He didn't need to apologize for that. Not at all. In fact, he had already cleared half her questions and fears, and now, she was ready to move forward.

"Let me show you around," he offered, letting go of her thighs. Her feet settled onto the ground, and she winced as she felt her dress clinging to the damp lace. She refused to look down and see if she had indeed left a wet mark on the front of his sweatpants and instead took his offered hand as he stepped away.

The walk along the pathway to the stairs, and then up to the front door, was spent in silence, and as he stepped through the front door, she saw her bag sitting just inside, left there by his driver. She thought about picking it up, but as Fisk closed the front door, he gave her a look that made her stop in her tracks and wonder what he was going to do next.

"You don't need to show me around," Lily whispered, her voice sounding breathless as her heart once again picked up speed.

She knew that look, knew what he was thinking. Knew he wanted the same thing she did.

His movement was much gentler this time as he pressed her against the front door, his body looming over hers as he bent down to kiss her. His body wasn't touching hers, his hands pressed against the door rather than grasping at her body, and she moaned into the kiss, wanting and needing more. She was aching for him, aching for his touch and the pressure and the need to feel full, but he seemed more hesitant now they were out of their first embrace.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured against her throat, leaving open-mouth kisses in between words. "Tell me to stop, and I will."

"Don't stop," she gasped, tugging at the front of his shirt to pull his body against hers. "I need you. Please don't stop."

His mouth moved to her shoulder, kissing until he reached the strap of her dress, and he tugged it down, as though the thin thing could somehow block his way. Her hands were moving as well, lifting his shirt so she could reach bare skin, and she slid her hands up his chest, intent on freeing him from the fabric. He tugged her other strap down in response then stepped away from her, leaving her trembling as he tugged his shirt up over his head.

He was beautiful in an almost majestic way, his body toned and tanned and begging her for her mouth and nails. She would mark his skin, leave the red of her lipstick along his hips, her nails scratching down his chest. She hoped his mouth left marks as well, from how often he was sucking and biting at her throat and shoulders.

"Upstairs," he urged, kicking off his shoes before he grabbed her hand. "And shoes off."

She had only worn sandals thankfully, knowing a pair of high heels would only be a struggle in a beach house, and she kicked them off as he pulled her up the stairs to the second floor and through the first open door. It was a whirlwind, and she only got one look around the room, from the massive bed to the open balcony doors, before he was kissing her again, bringing her attention straight back to him.

"Fuck, I forgot to put the mattress protector down," he muttered against her lips as his hands moved down her sides to the top of her legs, then the hem of her dress.

"What do you need that for?" she asked, feeling a little stupid as she looked down to see him tugging her skirt up, clearly intent on freeing her from the garment.

His lips curved into a smirk, the same one from his pictures. "So when I make you cum all over the sheets, sweetheart, you don't soak the mattress."

Lily had no response. In fact, she had no clear thought at all, save for—

Please .

The word passed her lips without her meaning it to, and he grinned as his hands left her hem to her hips, grasping her lace-covered ass.

"Don't worry, Lily. I'll more than take care of you. I just need to know three things first."

She would tell him anything he wanted to hear, so long as he lived up to even ten percent of her current fantasy.

"What do you want to know?" she asked, her words now breathless as she reached to wrap her arms around his neck, needing to touch him more.

"The first thing is: do I have your permission to strip you naked and fuck you until you can barely move?"

A giggle escaped her, not a normal noise to pass her lips, and she nodded her answer, trying to hide her smile. That should have been understood by now.

"Verbalize your answer, please," he requested, and she raised a brow at him slightly, trying to find her voice again.

"Yes. Yes, you can do those things. Please ."

"So polite," he hummed, smirking before leaning down to kiss her again, his lips lingering for only a moment. "I expected you to be more of a brat."

"I am a brat, but I'm also very, very empty right now. Try me again after I'm full of you."

He snorted and shook his head, tightening his grip on her ass while lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the fabric of her dress no longer in the way, so she knew she was leaving a damp spot on his sweatpants.

"The next thing is: how many orgasms can you take before you can't handle any more?"

She didn't have an answer for that. She tried to think about how many had been her max before finally setting on a number. "Three."

"Three?" he questioned, looking uncertain. "I have an additional question, then. Is that because of your partner's lack of skill, or is that the most you can handle?"

Lily snorted, rolling her eyes as her nails ran along his upper back, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to tease. "Lack of skill. Three is all my doing."

"Ahh, so you don't actually know your limits. That's alright. We'll find them together."

She shivered at his words, at how confident he sounded. He clearly knew what he was doing, or at least thought he did. She was more than ready to find out, but he was taking too long. She was ready to be naked and under him, or over him, or... something .

"What's your last question?" she asked, forcing herself to focus on his eyes.

He smirked, and she shivered again, feeling his covered cock pulsing against her sex. "How do you feel about sex in water?"

Lily blinked, not even certain she'd heard him properly. Was that really his final question? If so...

"Sex with you anywhere you want sounds good," she answered easily. "So long as it starts now."

He grinned as he stepped back from the wall, and she tightened her legs around his waist as he easily carried her to the bed. She was still in his lap as he sat, and she moved to straddle him, her knees bracing on the bed as he shifted back.

"You've been very patient," Fisk commented, his hands leaving her backside just before he ran his thumb over her lips. "You know, your lipstick hasn't even budged despite our kissing. Shame."

"You'll find my mascara won't budge either, if you decide to choke me," she teased, now feeling a little more like herself, a little brattier now they were on the bed.

He laughed in response, but she didn't join him as his hand moved from her lips to her throat, the back of his fingers running down it in a tease. She shivered, her eyes not leaving his, all the while waiting to feel him tug down the straps of her bra and pull her free from the rest of her clothing.

"Should I undress you like a present?" he asked, his voice now growing thick and heavy. "Or should I ask you to put on a show for me while you undress yourself?"

"I want you to touch me," she rushed to answer, knowing what she needed. "I want you to touch me with your fingers and your mouth, and I want to soak the bed, and—"

"I'm going to shove my dick in your pretty mouth if you keep talking like that," he answered, his hand returning to her throat as he spoke. She silenced her words immediately at the steady weight, her breath catching as she prepared for him to tighten, but his hand simply stayed there, the warmth of it making her shiver once more.

"You like that thought, don't you?" he teased, grinning as his other hand moved to the top of her thigh. "Don't worry. You'll get that wish."

Thank goodness for that, but how much longer would she have to wait?

"But first, I'm going to strip you free of this dress, and then, I'm going to have my first taste."

She shivered again at the thought and felt his hand leave her throat right as he lifted the hem of her shift dress. He easily pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to the side, leaving her in just her lingerie. She felt good, sexy, wearing the black lace set that barely covered the top of her breasts and the lacy cheeky underwear that wasn't doing much to hide how much she wanted him.

"Fuck," he groaned, looking down at her body. She looked down as well, at the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants and the dampness covering it. "Laying you out like a feast somehow feels wrong, and there are no towels on the bed, but I don't want to let go of you."

He was so certain she would soak the mattress...

"You can have me however you want me," she answered, longing for him to return his hands to her rather than just his eyes mapping out her body. "Under you, on top, standing up..."

"So fucking wet, aren't you?" he murmured, his gaze going even lower, and she wondered if he could see how horny she was through the black lace.

"It's been a while since I was with anyone," she answered, feeling a little vulnerable as she spoke. "I've been on a huge project for months, over a year, and—"

"And you need me to take care of you, don't you?" he interrupted, his gaze finally lifting back to her face. "You need me to ruin you so you'll never again have to go months without, knowing I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, eagerly awaiting for you to return."

"Fisk," she gasped, meaning to chide or tease him, but it sounded more like a plea.

"Don't worry, Lily. I've got you. I told you: everything. I'll give you everything. All you need to do is let me worship you."

"Yes, please," she gasped, only to feel him start moving underneath her. He was spreading his legs slightly, forcing her legs apart in turn, reminding her of just how empty she was. "Please, I want it all. Whatever you want, I'll do it, however you want it. Choke me, pin me down, stuff me full, whatever you... Please make me stop talking."

She had been babbling, something she never normally did, but this was like some sort of edging, and he wasn't even touching her yet.

"I can make you stop talking," he agreed, his words a kindness. Hopefully, it would save her from saying something even more desperate or stupid.

"Bonus question," he warned her, his hands moving up and down her legs as he spoke. "Are you going to be a good girl for me? You say you're a brat, and I believe it. Next time—there will be a next time, because you'll come back once you know what I can do to you—you can be as bratty as you want. This time, however, you want it so badly, want to be full of me, you're going to be a good girl. Answer the question, Lily. Will you be a good girl for me?"

Was she a brat? Yes, without question. She enjoyed pushing people to their limits, enjoyed being demanding and haughty. She was a bad bitch, too much to handle, brutally honest, and she was that way both in and out of bed. She wanted to taunt him that he couldn't get her off again, that he couldn't choke her harder, wanted to be tossed around and made to submit, and yet...

He was right. She was desperate to be full of him, and she would do anything to gain his praise as she soaked his sheets.

"I'll be a good girl," she confirmed, shivering a little as he slowly grinned. "You may have to force me to take more orgasms, to find my limit, but I like that too. I think."

He snorted, his hands moving up over the top of her legs now and down her ass until he was dipping his fingers lower, not quite able to reach her clit, but enough that she could feel the pressure of his fingers against her covered cunt. "Fuck, you are soaked."

"Please, more," she gasped, arching her back slightly, as if that would somehow help him touch her. "It's been so long. I'll probably come as soon as you touch me."

"You're desperate, aren't you?" he chuckled, his hands leaving her body before she felt his hand cupping her chin. He was forcing her to look at him, and she held her breath as she nodded. "Think you can orgasm like this?"

Whatever he wanted, she would do it.

"If that's what you want," she agreed, the emptiness inside her feeling like it would swallow her whole. "Or I could turn around, if the angle is better."

"Oh, now that's a good idea," he agreed, his legs coming together slightly before he moved his hands to her waist, lifting her to stand. He didn't let go of her, however. "Turn around for me and straddle my legs. Lean back against me. Fuck, I can't wait to see you naked. This is my punishment after making you wait so long."

He had made her wait a long time. He could wait a few minutes longer to see all of her.

"My underwear," she gasped as she leaned back against him, the now-wet material sliding roughly against her sensitive folds. "They're still in the way."

"And they're keeping me from fucking you too soon. I want to get you off at least once before I'm in you, because I won't last long."

Her body felt safe and secure, leaned back against him as his hands massaged the inside of her thighs, and she let out a sigh as his words processed, bringing a question to mind. "Won't last long? Why?"

"Because it's been months for me as well, and I've been fantasizing about having you like this for a long time. You drive me crazy, Lily. I might just lose it holding you like this."

She could feel how hard he was against her ass, and she considered teasing him, rubbing herself against him, but she had promised to be a good girl.

"Remind me to fuck you like this later," he murmured against her ear, making her moan as his fingers moved closer to her cunt. "Relax against me. Want me to tell you what I'm going to do?"

"Yes, please," she immediately answered, trying to fully relax in his hold and let him take control.

His lips moved to kiss the side of her throat, but he didn't suck, once again making her empty core tighten, the need for something she couldn't explain eating at her. "I'm going to hold your throat with one hand, since you seem to like that so much, while the other hand is going to finger you until you soak my floor. And when I've pulled every last drop from you, I'm going to put you on your knees and fuck your throat like you asked me to so I have a chance of lasting a few minutes when I'm inside you."

She whimpered softly at his words, her hands moving back to grasp either side of his legs, her fingers tugging at his sweatpants. She liked that. Liked all of it.

"Let me hear those moans, sweetheart. Don't hold back. I want your screams ringing in my ears for days."

His request was her only warning before his fingers dipped lower, pushing the lace of her underwear to the side. His fingers slid up and down between her folds, teasing and gathering the moisture leaking from her as his other hand moved to her throat, gripping slightly, as if testing how much he should squeeze. It wasn't painful or constricting, but it still felt dangerous as he forced her head back against his shoulder, holding her body open for him as he spread his knees, her legs dangling on either side of his.

She couldn't look down like this, couldn't see how she looked in his view, nor see what he was doing to her. Her breasts were certainly shoved out further with the arching of her back, and her hands were forced to dangle uselessly at her sides. She could do nothing but feel, completely out of control and reliant on him for pleasure, but she loved it, loved feeling held down and unable to do anything in response.

His fingertips found her clit, and he rubbed and rolled the swollen nub, his fingers slipping every few strokes with how wet she was. She was more than just soaked, certainly dripping wet, with more pouring out of her. She wanted more, though, wanted his fingers inside her, wanted the ache of emptiness to go away. His fingers were so big, and they finally dipped inside, leaving her clit to throb as he curled two fingers in her cunt, but it wasn't enough. She could tell he was huge through the sweatpants. She wanted to be stuffed full of him, unable to get away, just like this.

"Oh, fuck, please, more," she cried out, wanting to fight against him but feeling helpless. "Go back or fuck me, but please, I'm so empty. I'm—"

His breath was hot against her skin as he sucked her earlobe between his teeth, teasing her with thoughts of his teeth on her neck, her breasts, and even on the inside of her thighs. She whimpered again as another finger returned to her clit, his thumb if she had to guess, as he wasn't pulling his fingers out of her. She struggled against him, needing him to stop teasing her.

"Come when you're ready," he urged after letting go of her earlobe, his voice hot and low. "I want to feel you clench down on my fingers before I fuck your throat."

His mouth moved to her neck, just above where his thumb was pressing in to hold her still, but rather than a kiss, she felt his teeth sink into her skin, hard enough to bruise, she was sure. Her body responded immediately, one hand moving to his forearm to dig her nails in, the other going behind her head to run her fingers in his hair as she felt her body explode. It was a sensation overload, her swollen clit unable to escape his touch while the fingers inside her curled, and she screamed, her body tightening around them.

It was better than anything she had achieved with her vibrator, better than any hookup she could even remember, although thinking of other hookups felt impossible with Fisk. His fingers felt so good inside her, thicker and stronger than they had gripping her thighs, and his teeth on her throat had given her a rush of pain and adrenaline to add to the hormones pulsing through her from her release. She was electric, on fire, and when she had to take a breath, she sagged against him, trying to slow her racing heart.

His fingers were no longer moving inside her or teasing her clit, but they were still there, teasing her sensitive inner walls. The pounding of her heart and her haggard breaths were all she could hear for a few seconds, until the soft murmurings of her name reached her ears and his hand released her throat so he could slide his hold down, around her waist. His fingers withdrew as well, and the feeling of emptiness returned.

"Deep breaths," he murmured against her ear. "I told you, I've got you."

She took in another shuddered breath as her body slowly went numb, from the tips of her toes up her legs, from her fingertips up her arms. She was tingling all over, her body overwhelmed, and she felt the sudden urge to curl up in a ball and cry.

"Stop thinking. Just keep breathing."

His voice was soft, and she tried to do as told, wanting to clear her mind but finding it impossible. She was so much more aware of him now, of his hand cupping her sex and the way she sagged against his body, and even how gross and sticky her underwear he had shoved to the side felt. He had made her feel like she was flying, and while a part of her wanted to think it was because she hadn't been with someone else in so long, that would be an insult to his skills. It was all him . He had promised to take care of her, and he most certainly had.

"What are you—" Lily cut herself off to take another breath and lick her now-dry lips, trying to figure out what she was even trying to say. "What did you just do to me?"

"I told you, no one can satisfy you like I can," he chuckled before pressing a kiss beside her ear. "I've spent years fantasizing about what I would do to you if you gave me the chance. Stop overthinking and enjoy it. You're still so tense. I think you would enjoy giving up all control and being tied up. Have you ever done that before? I haven't, but I would try anything with you."

What the hell was happening right now, and why did it feel like she was dripping onto his fingers?

"Think you can move?" he asked, not waiting for her to reply to his very intimate statement. She should say something, tell him she wanted him to show her what he could do, maybe even tease him, but she could do nothing but nod.

She had expected him to let go of her, but instead, his hand cupped her cunt and slid slowly, parting her folds and teasing her clit as he did. Her hips jerked immediately, and he chuckled darkly as he pulled his hand away altogether, moving to her waist, helping her to move. It was effortless, the way he twisted her body and moved her from facing away from him to sitting in his lap with her legs together. She blinked as her eyes tried to focus on him, despite the stars still spotting her vision.

She didn't know what he wanted next, but he clearly seemed to have a plan as he pulled her closer and kissed her, his lips gentle against hers. It was much less rushed than it had been when he was pressing her against the car, the door, the wall, but it was the exact kiss she needed, even if her heart was once again picking up speed. She lifted a hand, still numb and heavy, to touch his cheek, his neck, and then over his shoulder. His hold on her moved once again, and with his support, she stood for a half second and straddled his lap once more, this time facing him.

She could feel him through his sweatpants, feel how hard and alert he was, and she wanted it, wanted him inside her, wanted him to take away the empty feeling, but he seemed to be in no rush as he kissed her again, still savoring the moment.

When he pulled away, though, he let go of her body and leaned back on the bed, seeming to give her the choice of whether to follow. She didn't, instead staying upright as her hands moved to his abdomen, pressing down to keep her balance. His cock had moved with the change in position, now pressing harder against her cunt, and she knew if not for his sweatpants, he would be inside her, filling her up, making her scream again.

"You are so pretty," he breathed, his eyes wide and his tone filled with wonder. She knew it wasn't some sort of line, and the blush on his cheeks told her he hadn't meant to say it. She giggled, amused at how bashful and embarrassed he looked, as though he hadn't just made her come on his fingers. It was endearing, honest. She liked it. She liked him.

Or, at least, she liked being in bed with him.

"Just wait until you see how pretty I look on your cock," she teased, her hands moving to her breasts, cupping herself through the now too-tight bra.

She wanted to be naked and free, wanted him naked and free as well, with nothing to hide behind and nothing separating them.

His hands moved to her hips, and he pulled her a little bit closer—not that she could go far. She gasped, but the grin he was wearing told her he was teasing her, teasing her with what she could soon have. "Oh, I know you'll look fucking beautiful with it in your mouth."

Her throat went dry at the very thought, remembering his earlier promise to fuck her throat.

Yes, she felt empty, her cunt needing to be full of him, but she was dying to taste him, to show him just how good she could be. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her, to have him seeing the same stars.

And she wanted his hand around her throat as he did it.

On instinct alone, Lily pushed herself back off him, her legs shaking only slightly as she stood. She still felt sticky between her legs, and without another glance at Fisk, she pushed her underwear down, freeing herself from the lacy mess. They tangled around her ankles and she had to lean down to pull them off. Before she could toss them to the ground, though, Fisk grabbed them from her hand. She turned to see he was sitting up on the bed again, and he raised them to his nose, taking a deep breath. She was almost horrified, knowing they were both slick from her sex and probably not smelling fresh after she had been wearing them all morning on the ride over, but he didn't seem to care.

In fact, he looked like he enjoyed her natural scent.

The next step in getting comfortable was obviously to take her bra off, but as she reached behind her back to unhook it, she caught Fisk shaking his head no.

"I've fantasized about your breasts too many times," he admitted as he set her underwear down on the bed beside him and pushed himself up to stand. He didn't approach her yet, though, giving her space. "If I see those or your ass up in the air before I'm ready, I'll blow my load. Don't give me too much credit here. I already told you, you're a long-time dream come true."

She blushed, not certain how to respond, but left her bra on as she turned fully to face him.

It was weird to be standing in front of him wearing only a bra while he was still in his sweatpants, but she knew those would be coming off soon, particularly once she showed him what she wanted. It shouldn't have been hard for him to guess, if he tried, what she wanted next.

Sinking onto her knees, Lily rested her hands on her thighs and looked up at him with parted lips. He was staring down at her, his eyes wide, and on second thought, she put her hands behind her back, her breasts lifting a little as she did so. It would keep her from having to figure out what to do with her hands and would show him he was in control.

He had promised to choke her on his cock, after all. It was time to test that out.

Fisk groaned as he shoved his sweatpants down and easily closed the distance between them once he was free. His hand moved to his cock, pumping himself twice. She had already guessed, through feeling alone, that he would be big, but now that she could see the full length, her mouth felt dry, and she was aching for him to be inside her. His cock was well-proportioned to the rest of him, long and thick, and yet, even in his large hand, his cock looked even bigger .

"Look at you," he groaned, his free hand running through her hair and pushing a few pieces back from her face. "You look good like that, sitting on your knees, waiting for my cock. Do you want a taste, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please," she answered, her voice breathy. The head was swollen, and her mouth watered, forcing her to lick her lips, but he tugged her hair, forcing her gaze up rather than letting her have a taste.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart. Look at me when I ask you a question. Am I allowed to fuck your mouth, Lily? Do you want to control the speed, or should I? Tell me what you're comfortable with."

"I have no gag reflex," she blurted out, the only answer that came to mind as she forced herself to stay looking up at his face. "None at all. So will you please stop teasing me and fuck my throat?"

He was frozen as he stared down at her but quickly recovered, shaking his head a little before nodding. "I can fuck your throat?"

"I just said that," she snapped, now very impatient. "Fuck my throat then pin me down on your bed and fuck me until my cunt no longer feels empty, and—"

Her lips were parted just enough that his cock easily slid between them, and she moaned as he kept pushing, her tongue only able to swirl halfway around the head before he kept going, almost to the back of her throat. She bobbed her head slightly, coating more of his length in saliva. He didn't push any deeper, although she could feel his hand tensing on the back of her head, his fingers spread, as though in preparation.

She wanted more and tested how far she could take him comfortably without his help, her tongue teasing underneath his length as she did so. He didn't move, although she could hear his heavy breathing, and she pulled back to twirl her tongue around the head before taking him as deep as she could, wanting to choke herself but unable to lean forward anymore without having to release her grasp on her wrists.

He still wasn't doing anything to help, and she looked up to see his eyes wide and his lips parted, seemingly frozen. Was he unsure of how to proceed, or was it nerves that kept him from moving?

She returned her attention to his cock, using her tongue and her teeth, taking him as deep as she could before pulling back and teasing just the head, but as she sucked hard while going a little deeper, he let out a shuddered breath as his hand pushed on the back of her head. Her mouth was suddenly full of him, her throat tingling as he touched the back, and she tried to remember how to breathe through her nose as he held himself there, before pulling out and thrusting back in.

Her cunt tightened around nothing, and she knew she was dripping with need, her sex now jealous that her throat could feel so full, but she knew she wouldn't have to wait long. Every thrust lingered in the back of her throat, and he groaned again as he pulled back and her tongue swirled along his length, wanting him to feel as good as he had made her feel.

"Fuck. Told you I won't last the first time," he groaned as he hit the back of her throat again, forcing Lily to relax her jaw as much as she could. He was bigger than anything she had taken so deep before, and the very thought of being stuffed full of him made her moan.

He pulled out in response, though, entirely past her lips, leaving her sucking in a deep breath, only to see he was stroking himself.

"You can blow wherever you want," she gasped, realizing she hadn't told him she would swallow if he wanted her to. "On me, in me, wherever—"

His eyes locked with hers just before the first warm stream of cum hit her chest, then her breasts, and finally across her lips and chin. She didn't move, letting him finish completely. His hand didn't move from her hair, but he did release his cock, and she licked her lips, tasting his salty cum.

It was the only thing she could do before he was pulling her upright, half by her hair and half by grasping her under one arm, and she wasn't even fully upright before he had her in his arms, his body against hers despite his cum splattered on her body. He kissed her hard, his taste fresh on her lips, but he didn't shy away.

He was half hard again already, his refractory period being a thing she apparently didn't need to worry about. He had her off the ground completely in a few seconds, her back hitting the bed.

"I'll show you the house, or whatever else you want, after I've fucked you into the mattress," he groaned, his length pressing against her aching cunt.

"All I want is you," she answered, his grin telling her that was all he needed to hear.

He felt bigger like this, stronger as he braced himself over her, one hand pressing into the mattress by her head while the other moved to her hip. He was slow as he filled her up, taking his time. She tried to focus on his face but quickly knew it was impossible. All she could see were stars, her eyes rolling back in her head as his thick cock, the same one that had just fucked her throat, filled her cunt. The gnawing emptiness was gone, and as she tightened her core around his thickness, pleasure flooded her entire body.

Even if he couldn't get her off again, just the feeling of fullness was enough to call the entire endeavor worth it. It was better than any toy she had at her disposal, better than her own fingers and touch, better than any hookup she could even remember. He had told her that no one else could satisfy her like he would, and he had been right. Perfect match indeed, because his cock fit perfectly inside her.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped as he pulled out, stars exploding over her eyes as she tried to focus on him again. He was staring down at her, his eyes searching hers as he breathed heavily, every muscle she could see visibly tense.

"Too much?" he asked, his teeth gritting slightly after the final word.

"Perfect," she answered, running her hands into his hair as she smiled. "It feels so good, Fisk. It feels—"

"Perfect," he agreed, his grin returning as he pushed back in, taking her breath away as he filled her once more.

She wanted to cry or scream or demand something more of him as he set a slow and steady pace, but words escaped her. It was perfect, even if he was going too slow, but just like before when she was on her knees, she suspected when he thought she could take more, he would pick up speed.

Her legs tightened around his waist, and he paused his movements to shift them up higher as he moved onto his knees. His hands settled on her hips, lifting her slightly, and her hands fell from his hair to grasp the blankets on either side of her as the new angle hit something deep. She wasn't one to get off from just internal stimulation, or at least, she hadn't thought she was, but already just from this, she could feel another orgasm building.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this?" he breathed, bringing her focus back to his face. He was looking at her in complete wonder, the amazement clear in his eyes. "Lily, you're... Look at me when you come, sweetheart. Look at me and scream my name."

"Fisk." His name was nothing more than a breathy moan, and she tried to rock her hips to encourage him, but his hold on her didn't pull him any deeper. "Make me scream. I want it. I want more of you. All of you."

"You have me," he promised, his teeth gritting again as he pulled back then slammed home. "Fuck, you have all of me."

He pulled out again, faster this time, and she gasped for air as every inch of his cock pushed back in, harder this time. His fingers dug into her skin as he set a hard pace, fucking her for all she was worth, leaving her unable to do anything but grip the sheets. His position changed after a few seconds, and he threw one of her legs over his arm before wrapping his hand around her throat. She gasped at the heavy weight of it, not squeezing but more pinning her to the bed. Her hand moved to grip his forearm, her fingernails digging in, but she was more holding him there than pulling him off.

She was going to orgasm just like this, with his thick cock fucking away the emptiness that had been eating at her, his hand holding her down, making her take every thrust. She wanted to scream, wanted to do something more than just lay under him, but as her lips parted, no sound escaped. The stars were forming again, and her body tensed as she tried to look at him, but her eyes were glazed over as she realized her orgasm was no longer building but hitting.

"Fisk!" she gasped, still not screaming but trying to. "Fuck, I'm—"

His hand released her throat just as she needed a breath, and she sucked in air right before his fingers reached her cunt. Without pausing his thrusts, he was somehow able to find her clit, and with that, she slammed straight into her orgasm, her entire body tensing as it coursed through her. She screamed, trying for his name but giving up on doing anything but making noise until her eyes found his.

"Fisk!" she screamed, finally finding his name. "Fisk, yes, it's—"

Her words disappeared with another scream as he slammed hard into her, and she knew as he groaned her name that he was coming as well. The movement on her clit hadn't stopped, feeling more like suction than anything else, something she didn't understand, but looking down was impossible as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Breathing hurt, even thinking hurt, as she struggled to take in more oxygen, his cock still mostly hard inside her despite hitting his own peak. Words would be impossible if she tried, so all she attempted was breathing and opening her eyes, which had at some point closed.

His body covered hers as his fingers finally left her clit, but he was still inside her, keeping her stuffed full. If she died like this, she would call it perfect and go without a care in the world. She was well fucked, still riding out the waves of pleasure that hadn't ended, and she was no longer empty.

Perfect, indeed.

"Lily," Fisk groaned, his now freed hands moving to touch her hair, her jaw, her cheek. "Fuck, this was not how I planned for this to go, but you are...irresistible."

She laughed, still unable to find any words, too pleased with herself to even complain. What would she even have to complain about?

This was all she had wanted, all she had asked for. And if they spent the whole weekend doing nothing but this, she would leave a happy woman indeed.

"I feel good," she finally answered, her eyes slowly opening as she turned her head to look at him. His body was still pressed against hers, but his head was lifted slightly as he looked at her. "Forget plans. This is...good.

"I can't," he groaned, leaning in slightly as he moved, not pulling out of her yet but shifting so he was looking down at her fully, his lips close to hers. "Can't forget my plan to win you over. You promised me a weekend. Gonna prove to you that app matched us for a reason."

She could already tell his mind was working far faster than hers, and clearly, he had something else in mind, but at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to stay just like they were.

"You don't need to prove it," she promised, her hand lifting from the mattress to touch his face. "It promised a perfect match, and you are certainly that."

He didn't look convinced, but she smiled all the same, leaning up to kiss him. He was still hard inside her, and he didn't pull out all the way, instead moving his hips like he would fuck her again.

Oh, fuck... He was fucking her again.

"Again?" she asked, grinning as he set a slow pace.

"Fuck. I can stop if—"

"Again," she insisted, leaning up to kiss him.

He kissed her back as he pulled out slowly then slammed back home, the stars once again returning to her eyes.