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  My balls tightened as I felt precome slick her up that much more. I was nearly cooked. Zoey picked up the pace, ripping her hips underneath me.

  I pulled back and out of her without warning. Zoey still clung onto me with her arms and legs, desperately trying to get me back inside her. I peeled her off of me and let her drop back into the couch.

  She looked heartbroken as I stood and looked down at her. She already had her fingers between her legs, keeping herself primed and ready. Breaking off at the last second like that had already set me on a direct course for a case of blue balls from hell. But Zoey had to work harder than that to get what she wanted.

  “Come on, you haven't finished yet,” she begged.

  I pulled her hand back up, leaving her pussy criminally neglected under the circumstances. Forcing her to stand, Zoey was already trying to get back on me until I said, “Bend over the arm of the couch, now.

  She left both feet on the floor, presenting her ass as her breasts pillowed out from underneath her. I propped a foot on the cushions and lined myself up. Zoey was already wiggling her rear with excitement.

  I didn't lollygag, sliding my tip between the folds of her pussy and easing my way back in. Her head rocked back as she moaned, “That's it, hurry up and come for me.” I pulled back and then rammed hard. “Fuck yes!”

  That little bit of rest I got didn't dampen my fire at all. I crashed against Zoey, giving her a swat that rang out and reverberated around the room. It only got her hotter as she looked back, her face as flush as the hand print I'd left on her ass. It was a look of possessed bliss in her eyes.

  I groaned as I felt the rush of come rising in my loins. She got one more thrust before I pulled out again. It was too late.

  Zoey rose up and whipped around, dropping right to her knees. A thick rope shot against her tits. “No, that's not where I wanted it!” A second jet streaked across her cheek as she tried to get my cock in her mouth.

  She took me in to the base, my load emptying down her throat. The look of disappointment she gave me told me the story. I shuddered with the last few spurts, Zoey letting the come go down as her consolation prize.

  I pulled myself out of her mouth, seeing the thick coat of pearly goodness on Zoey's tongue. She licked the top of her mouth and swallowed. “I thought you wanted to come in my pussy.”

  “I'd planned on it, but damn. I fucked that up.”

  I caught my breath as Zoey stood and fondled my junk. “But you're still hard. How in the hell does that happen?”

  She was right. Every part of me felt drained, but my cock was still ready to go. Chalk it up to yet another benefit of Patrem Delta.

  Zoey cocked her head back at the couch and then gathered the shot on her face up with a finger. I took the hint and sat down. She towered over me, licking her finger like it had fresh cake batter on it.

  I watched as she leaned down and said, “I'm not done with you until you come in this pussy.”

  It felt like if I ran, Zoey would give chase and tackle me. I've been in worse positions in life. She turned with he back to my face and took a seat in my lap, my shaft ending up wedged between her thighs.

  Zoey scooted forward to get me in position and then back again, filling herself with the erection that shouldn't have been there. We both leaned back as I cupped her breasts, admiring the slight give in each copious handful.

  Her waist and hips rocked to some silent rhythm as I got the lap dance you really want at the strip club. I was overloaded, sensitive as always after coming. Zoey didn't care, taking every grunt as encouragement.

  I clawed at the upholstery, hanging on for dear life. I craned my neck back, gasping as the world around me went electric, my vision shrinking to a tunnel. Every nuance of how her pussy felt against me felt like it was designed to torture me with too much of a good thing.

  A desperate moan for her to stop just seemed to piss her off. Zoey shimmied in place, making me think I was getting close to death. What a hell of a way to go it would have been.

  It's too much. Fuck, fuck. Fuck! I was on the verge of passing out as Zoey kept taking liberties with my spent cock. My family jewels twitched, as if my body knew I wasn't getting out of this alive if it didn't give Zoey exactly what she wanted, and plenty of it.

  The life force drained out of me as the rise continued. I barely registered the words as she said, “That's it, come again for me.”

  Zoey's fingers curled around my sack when she spread her legs. It let her rock forward and lean against my knees, using her legs for some good old-fashioned up and down fucking.

  Her voice went up and octave as she screamed at the floor. I could tell Zoey was almost as spent as I was. Her walls contracted against me, wet and shivering with a biological need for what only I could give her.

  “Fuck, that's it!” Zoey pulled at her own hair, almost crying as she went berserk. “I'm coming. God! Fucking come with me!”

  My senses exploded as Zoey clamped hard on my shaft. Somehow my body still had enough in it. The instant my first jet of come erupted inside her, I felt like I was on the verge of a coma.

  Zoey shrieked as her entire body rocked back. She had me deep, taking the second pump at the limits of her pussy. She leaned her face back against mine. “Fuck yes, get me pregnant!”

  The words sent an incredible shock through my body, forcing it to exhaust every bit of reserve in a quest to fill Zoey to the brim. My arms went limp with the third and fourth, as forceful and plentiful as what she had swallowed.

  My mouth opened on its own as my lungs spasmed. The last thing I heard was Zoey whispering as she took the last load, “Mmh, thank you.”

  I opened my eyes, noticing the light coming through the windows showing it was just after sunrise. Zoey had wrapped around me, her skin as smooth and warm as I remembered. Neither of us had a shred of clothing on our bodies, but she was plenty of cover.

  She roused at the same time, between myself and the back of the couch. Somehow, my body had recovered. I wanted to cuss at my dick for chubbing up already.

  “You had a workout last night,” she whispered, rubbing my left pec with her hand.

  I guess I did the job last night. Damn, that was rough. I put my arms behind my head and looked to make sure there truly was a stunning blonde lying naked against my body. It all still felt like a dream at that point.

  Her hand trailed down to my dick, working on getting another erection out of me. “I promise I'll be good this time.” Zoey's voice was far too pleasant for this early in the morning. “But I don't even know your name yet.”

  And you let me come inside you anyway. That's fucking awesome. A war started brewing in my head over going back to sleep or fucking Zoey senseless. “I'm not sure I've got it in me this soon.”

  Fingers danced along my shaft, rigid and straight as a flagpole. “Your body can't lie.”

  I wrapped an arm around her and nudged Zoey closer. My hand rested just below her belly button. I knew my seed was already going to work inside her.

  “I can even do all the work again. I don't mind.”

  Her hair felt like strands of silk against my cheek. I let my hand drift lower, taking a good feel between her thighs. “I'm sure my neighbors are pissed enough about last night.”

  “Fuck it. Wake them up.”

  She was already wet as I slipped a finger inside. Poor Greg at least deserved something. I focused on the inside of my forehead and said, “I'll go again, but you have to promise to be like this all the time, from now on.”

  Dear god we left the place a wreck that morning.

  BIMBO CODE 3:

  BORROWED TROPHY

  Life had started looking up for me as soon as the second payment of five grand cleared the bank. It was time to dump that hovel of an apartment. I'd gotten word of a swanky, mostly furnished place for rent just a block from the downtown area, which was so much more full of tens, it didn't seem fair. A massive one-bedroom with and open living and kitchen area was downright luxury compared the
dump I'd been renting since I graduated college.

  I was trying to find a place to park, which was damn near impossible on a good day. Parking meters had always rubbed me the wrong way, so I had already spent too much time circling the block, hoping someone would leave an empty for me on every lap.

  And sure enough, the first clear parking spot had a fucking Corolla swoop in a few seconds before I had a chance. Projecting 'Ego sum alpha. Et genua parere,' was already second nature. The parking thief started pulling out of my way the instant I let it go.

  Earning another payday was as far out of my mind as the macroeconomic impacts of basil in China. The new place I was determined to have had the perfect view of the nightclub and bar district from six stories up, at the corner of the building. We didn't have many structures over three stories in this city, so I knew at least tripling my rent was non-negotiable. But my control over people could probably talk the building owner down from quadrupling it.

  I got out of my car and started down the sidewalk. The way everyone stepped aside had me walking tall. It seemed like every passing day, the effects of Patrem Delta were getting stronger.

  My new place was still a few buildings down. Posh and expensive was the only way to describe the shops and restaurants I walked by. As I passed the jewelry store right next to my destination, the front door damn near clobbered me as it swung open.

  I stopped with my nose inches from the frosted glass. I heard a woman's voice on the other side. “Let me know when they get it made.” She started easing out and added, “Put it on Randall's account, as usual.” She finally let the door close behind her, walking right past me like I didn't exist. It was the first time anyone managed to ignore me in a week, but I couldn't help staring at her in awe.

  Holy shit. Scandalously long legs led up to the hem of a tiny, black dress. From there, the toned hourglass figure continued back to a hint of purple bra and ample cleavage. Her face did the rest of her body justice, those green eyes framed by raven hair slugging me in the 'I want' part of my brain.

  I started whistling the tune to “Gold Digger.” Whoever Randall was, I figured the lucky bastard was more of a sugar daddy than a husband or boyfriend. The scowl on her face when she passed by confirmed it.

  A sugar daddy was the only thing keeping a girl like that around here. No girl that young could be making a special order at such an expensive jewelry store, heading straight for a silver Jaguar convertible otherwise. She wasn't getting away without me getting a taste of what she had.

  I jogged over to her. She already had the key in her hand, ready to step off the curb. Ego sum alpha. She stopped in her tracks. Et genua parere.

  The girl still had a look of contempt instead of the usual admiration I'd gotten by this point. “You've got some nerve,” she said, her jade eyes trying to bore a hole straight through me.

  Mega-bitch. “I want you to do something for me.”

  “Why would I do anything for you?”

  I gave myself a headache building up all the willpower I could muster. Because you want to. Her look softened a shade or two. I put my hand on her upper arm and said, “I've got something to do, but you'll wait for me.”

  “Right here?”

  I started walking away. I turned my head back to see my new target waiting like she was rooted to the sidewalk. I stopped right before getting into my intended building and said, “Yeah, that's fine.”

  “I guess you like the view down the street. You've barely even seen the rest of the place.”

  I jerked my head away from the window. “I've got a friend waiting outside, so I'm just checking on her.” I mean, I did like the place. Bright, spacious, and fairly modern for an apartment. Everything from the whites and grays of the furniture to the creamy maple and marshmallow colored tile flooring reflected more light than the rooms had any business being.

  The middle-aged man I had “convinced” to go down on the rent took his own look down on the street. “Why didn't you bring her up with you?”

  “She had to make a phone call.” The quick lie worked, but I could have brought my new Prime Recipient with me. I started to realize I was the ass.

  His stare down lingered for a while. The view down the top of her dress from six stories up was quite lovely. “I can go down and get her while you look around.”

  Shit. I didn't know how she would act or what she would say with him. Too damn risky. “That's alright, she knows the room number.”

  “Then let me show you the bathroom. The heated floor is really nice.”

  I already had the keys to my new place, having paid the first two months' rent and the deposit upfront. Getting another payday meant I could upgrade what little I still needed for the place, without hauling my old shit that needed to be thrown out before I even had it. The greed was starting to get to me more than the power trip I had going on in my head.

  Racing ahead of my new landlord, I got out the front door of the building and saw my new plaything standing in the same place. She didn't exactly look bored, more like she was awaiting the next command. “About time you came back.”

  I figured she would have at least sat in her car. “It took longer than I thought.”

  “Well then,” she began walking around the Jaguar, “I don't know why I waited for you. You're a real asshole.”

  “Wait.” I knew she was right, and I still had a job to do. I almost strained my head regaining control. “Let me make it up to you.”

  She crossed her arms and smirked at me from across the convertible. Her breasts heaved upward. “How, exactly?”

  My brain scrambled for something. “Dinner?” I had the money, but I wasn't planning on dating my targets.

  Luckily her favorite place was easier to walk to than to drive. I was out a couple hundred bucks, but I had some amazing filet and lobster for my trouble. At the very least, I could call it a legit business expense on my taxes.

  Her name was Monica Cain, basically a kept woman for a high profile attorney in town, Randall Musgrave. The idea of being a sugar daddy myself crossed my mind, but I didn't want to tie myself down, especially with the kind of opportunity I had in my lap.

  Besides, she admitted having a child with Randall was her planned meal ticket. It told me all I needed to know about how eligible she was for my next payout. She wasn't terrible company, at least.

  We strolled back to her car, and the main entrance for my building. My control over her had grown, even during casual conversation. “I just rented a place on the sixth floor. Come take a look at it with me.”

  “Okay, but you're not getting what I know you want.”

  Keep thinking that. I wrapped an arm around Monica's narrow waist, keeping it there until we were in the elevator. As the door closed, I said, “You don't even know why you're here right now.”

  She looked at me, her head cocked like a puzzled dog. “What do you mean?”

  “You hated my guts the instant you met me.”

  “I still do.”

  We were passing the fourth floor. I poked her on the shoulder and asked, “Then why do what I say?”

  The fifth passed and the elevator came to a smooth halt. The door started opening as she said, “I don't know. It just feels right.”

  We stepped out and into the hallway. “I'll make a bet with you.”

  Monica cocked on eyebrow and asked, “What kind?”

  I focused my energy, more for a joke than anything else. “You'll come before we get to my apartment.” I released it and added, “If I win, I get laid.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I told you not to get any ideas.”

  Too late. We had only cleared the first of eight doors to go when I looked over. Monica's cheeks blushed and her eyes winced.

  At the third every one of her breaths panted out. Her head bent down as she walked, starting to fall behind me. I slowed down. “Something wrong?”

  Monica tried to lift her chin up. At the fourth, she asked, “How?”

  I kept going. “What you do t
o men,” I shrugged with my hands at my shoulders,”I'm doing to you, I guess.”

  At my apartment number, I looked back to see Monica at the sixth. She had one hand on the wall, her legs crossing as she whimpered at the floor.

  “Problem?”

  I knew she was fighting to put one foot in front of the other. Just one unit away, the poor thing moaned. I almost felt like I needed to be there to catch her with those legs quaking so badly.

  Monica actually crawled within feet of me, her hair going into an unholy mess as her head shook from side to side. I knelt down and watched, thinking I should do this all the time.

  Her limbs shook and her mouth trembled. I listened to every pant as Monica's back arched. It really was a marvelous sight, watching a woman come without even touching her.

  She looked up at me, her cheeks pink from both shame and release. I let Monica catch her breath, still on hands and knees before me. The hate in her eyes only got stronger.

  “Get up.” I wanted to hit myself for saying it that directly. “Let's get inside before my new neighbors start to think something's up.”

  Monica shuddered in place for a moment. I put a finger on her chin and guided her up on unsteady, gloriously long legs. She stared at me, one hand braced against the wall. “What the hell just happened?”

  I focused on her will and ordered, “Come on. You've got a bet to pay off.” I turned around, knowing Monica would be right behind me.

  The spite behind Monica's green irises almost burned my skin as I held the door for her. I gave her a quick swat on the ass. Her demeanor never changed, only her face boiling over with a hard desire to slap the everliving shit out of me.

  “You still up for this?” I guided her to the daybed next to the panoramic windows of the living room. I added, “It's not like I'll force you to.”