Stories +18

The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, a constellation of lights reflecting off the polished marble floors. The air smelled of expensive cologne and leather, the kind of place that screamed money and power. Ryo, a wiry, sharp-featured bartender with a devilish grin and a knack for trouble, leaned against the sleek bar counter, pouring himself a shot of top-shelf whiskey. His black vest was unbuttoned, revealing a toned chest, and his dark hair was tousled from a long night of work.

Tonight, though, wasn't about serving drinks. It was about her—Misaki, the stunning girlfriend of his boss, Daichi Yamamoto, a wealthy real estate mogul with a temper and a taste for control. Misaki was a goddess in human form: mid-twenties, with silky platinum-blonde hair that fell to her ass, emerald-green eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a body that could make a monk renounce his vows. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist tiny, and her legs went on forever, especially in the tight red dress she wore tonight, the fabric clinging to every curve like a second skin.

Ryo had been eyeing her for months. She'd started coming to the exclusive rooftop bar where he worked, always on Daichi's arm, her smile tight and her eyes bored. Daichi was a brute—loud, domineering, and quick to snap at her in front of everyone. Ryo had seen the way she flinched, the way her gaze lingered on him when he mixed her drinks, her fingers brushing his when he handed her a glass. She was trapped, neglected, and starving for something Daichi couldn't give her. Ryo intended to take her—right here, in the bastard's own penthouse.

Daichi was out of town, some business deal in Osaka, leaving Misaki alone in the sprawling suite above the bar. Ryo had volunteered to "check on her" after his shift, claiming it was part of his job. The security cameras were off—courtesy of a little trick he'd learned from a hacker friend—and the staff had cleared out. It was just him and her now.

He knocked on the penthouse door, the sound sharp in the silence. It swung open, and there she was, barefoot, the red dress riding up her thighs as she leaned against the frame. Her hair was loose, her lips glossy and parted, a glass of wine in her hand. "Ryo-kun," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Didn't expect you so late."

"Thought you might be lonely up here," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His eyes raked over her, lingering on the way the dress hugged her tits, the hem barely covering her ass. "Daichi's a fool, leaving you all by yourself."

She smirked, closing the door behind him. "He's always busy. Work comes first, you know." There was a bitter edge to her words, and Ryo seized it.

"His loss," he said, moving closer, his voice dropping low. "A woman like you deserves attention. Real attention."

Her breath caught, her eyes flicking to his. "And you think you're the one to give it to me?"

"I know I am," he said, reaching out to trail a finger down her arm. Her skin was warm, soft, and she didn't pull away. "I've seen how you look at me, Misaki. You're dying for it."

She didn't deny it. Instead, she took a sip of wine, her gaze challenging. "Prove it."

That was all he needed. He snatched the glass from her hand, setting it on the counter, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him. She gasped, her hands flying to his chest, but she didn't push him away. He kissed her—hard, possessive, his tongue forcing its way past her lips. She tasted like wine and strawberries, her moan vibrating against his mouth as she kissed him back, her nails digging into his vest.

"Fuck, you're hot," he growled, breaking the kiss to bite at her neck. She arched into him, her tits pressing against his chest, and he yanked the straps of her dress down, exposing her bare shoulders. No bra—perfect. The fabric slid lower, revealing her breasts, round and heavy, nipples already hard and begging for his mouth.

"Ryo—oh!" Her cry was sharp as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling over it while his hand kneaded the other. She was sensitive, squirming against him, her hands tugging at his hair. He bit down lightly, drawing a whimper, then soothed it with a slow lick, his free hand sliding down to grip her ass through the dress.

"Gonna fuck you so good," he muttered against her skin, hiking the dress up to her waist. She wore a tiny black thong, the fabric soaked through, and Ryo groaned, ripping it off with one swift tug. It tore easily, leaving her bare, her pussy glistening with arousal. He spread her thighs, running a finger through her slick folds, and she moaned, loud and unrestrained.

"You're dripping," he said, smirking. "Daichi ever get you this wet?"

"No," she panted, her hips bucking against his hand. "He's—ah!—he's quick. Boring."

"Thought so," Ryo said, plunging two fingers inside her. She was tight, hot, her walls clenching around him as he pumped them in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit. She screamed, her head tipping back, blonde hair spilling over the counter as she braced herself against it.

"Ryo! Fuck—more!" Her voice was desperate, and he obliged, adding a third finger, stretching her, curling them to hit that spot that made her eyes roll back. She came hard, her juices squirting over his hand, dripping onto the marble floor. Her legs shook, but he didn't let up, finger-fucking her through the aftershocks until she was sobbing his name.

He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean, savoring her taste—tangy and sweet, better than any drink he'd ever mixed. Misaki watched him, her chest heaving, her dress bunched around her waist, tits bouncing with each ragged breath. "You're… insane," she gasped, but her eyes were dark with lust.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he said, shedding his vest and undoing his belt. His cock sprang free—long, thick, veiny, the tip slick with precum—and Misaki's jaw dropped, her hands reaching for him instinctively.

"It's huge," she whispered, stroking him, her fingers barely wrapping around his girth. "Daichi's nowhere near—"

"Don't say his name," Ryo snapped, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. He pushed her back against the counter, lifting her onto it, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was pink and swollen, dripping down her thighs, and he rubbed his cock against it, teasing her entrance. "You're mine tonight. Say it."

"I'm yours," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Ryo—please!"

He didn't hold back. He thrust into her, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt. She screamed, her pussy stretching around him, so tight it was almost painful. He groaned, gripping her hips, setting a brutal pace—fast, relentless, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the penthouse. Her tits bounced wildly, her ass jiggling with each thrust, and Ryo leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he fucked her.

"Fuck—yes—harder!" Misaki's voice was raw, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts. He obliged, slamming into her, the counter creaking under them. Glasses toppled, shattering on the floor, but neither cared. She was loud—screaming, moaning, begging—and it drove him wild, knowing he was giving her what Daichi never could.

"Tell me I'm better," he growled, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back in, hitting her cervix. She shrieked, her legs trembling, her pussy clenching around him.

"You're better—oh god, so much better!" she sobbed, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. "Daichi's nothing—nothing compared to you!"

Her words sent a jolt through him, and he flipped her over, bending her over the counter. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and he slapped it hard, watching it jiggle as she yelped. He spread her cheeks, spitting on her tight little hole, and she tensed, looking back at him with wide eyes.

"Ryo—what—"

"Relax," he said, rubbing his cock against her ass. "Gonna claim every part of you. Daichi ever fuck you here?"

"N-no," she stammered, but her voice was thick with arousal. "He wouldn't dare."

"Good," Ryo said, pushing the tip in. She gasped, her body resisting, but he went slow, easing into her, his hands stroking her clit to distract her. She was tight—impossibly tight—and he groaned as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her ass.

"Fuck—Ryo!" Her scream was half-pain, half-pleasure, and he started moving, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, harder. She moaned, pushing back against him, her fingers gripping the counter as he fucked her ass raw. Her pussy dripped onto the floor, her body shaking, and he reached around, plunging three fingers into her cunt while his cock ravaged her backdoor.

She came again, harder than before, her screams echoing off the walls as her body convulsed. Her ass clenched around him, milking him, and Ryo roared, thrusting deep as he spilled inside her, hot cum flooding her tight hole. He kept going, riding out his orgasm, until she was a whimpering mess beneath him, cum leaking from both her holes.

They collapsed against the counter, panting, sweat dripping onto the marble. Misaki's dress was a ruin, her hair a tangled mess, her body marked with his handprints and bites. Ryo pulled out, watching his cum drip down her thighs, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Next time," he said, zipping up his pants, "I'll fuck you on his desk. Right where he signs his deals."

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy but burning with need. "Promise?"

"Bet on it," he said, leaving her there, a conquered trophy in her boyfriend's penthouse.