Chapter 1: Introduction
Antonella knew she had Chris as soon as their eyes met. She was standing behind the mahogany bar, mixing a martini for the table next to him when it happened. A shot of lust and recognition sparked between them. There was no missing it. The heat of the exchange slammed into her, making her heart race.
His gaze slid over the long, dark waves of her hair, pausing for a brief moment on her voluptuous cleavage before flicking back up to her eyes.
Antonella smirked, knowing exactly what he was looking at and not caring one bit. She turned her back to him, letting him admire her ample ass as she finished preparing the drink. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her, and it sent a thrill shooting through her.
"Here you go," she said, placing the martini in front of the woman at the table. She leaned down slightly, giving Chris a generous view of her breasts as she did so. "Would you like another, sir?" she asked, turning to him with a sultry smile.
She saw the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes still firmly planted on her chest. "I'm Antonella," she said, extending a hand towards him.
Chris looked up, meeting her gaze. "Chris," he replied, taking her hand in his. His thumb brushed against her palm, sending a jolt of electricity through her. "You have quite the...uh...impressive...uh...bar," he stammered, trying to keep his eyes on hers.
Antonella chuckled, "Why, thank you, Chris.
I aim to please." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "And I'm very good at what I do." She let her eyes roam over his body, making sure he knew she wasn't just talking about her job.
Chris shifted in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling a little tighter. "I don't doubt it," he managed to say, his voice steady despite the raging lust inside him.
Antonella's smile widened, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She turned back to the bar, pouring him a glass of the rich, red wine he'd ordered earlier.
Her hips swayed gently, a dance meant only for him. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her. It sent a pulse of heat straight to her core.
"Here you go," she said, placing the glass in front of him. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "I've got something special for you too, if you're interested."
Chris took a deep breath, her scent - a mix of jasmine and something uniquely her - filling his nostrils. "What's that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Antonella could see the anticipation in his eyes, the hunger. She loved it.
She grabbed his hand, leading him through the bustling restaurant, past the curious glances of patrons, and into the private dining room. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. She pushed him against the closed door, her hands gripping his tie, pulling him towards her.
"I don't have much time," she breathed, her lips inches from his. "But I can make it worth your while."
Chris didn't need any more encouragement. His hands found her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled her against him.
The friction of their bodies pressed together sent a shockwave of pleasure through Antonella. She could feel his cock, hard and eager, pressed against her thigh.
"Fuck, you feel good," Chris growled, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples until they hardened into peaks.
Antonella moaned, her head falling back, exposing her neck. Chris took the invitation, his mouth latching onto her skin, sucking and biting, leaving marks that she knew would be visible tomorrow. She didn't care. She wanted him to mark her, to claim her.
She grinded against him, feeling his cock straining against his pants, desperate to be freed. She reached down, unbuckling his belt, popping open the button of his pants, and pulling down the zipper. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and she wasted no time, wrapping her hand around it, stroking him from base to tip.
"Fuck, Antonella," Chris groaned, his head falling back against the door. "Your hand feels so fucking good."
She smiled, loving the power she had over him. "Wait until you feel my mouth," she whispered, dropping to her knees.
She looked up at him, her brown eyes filled with lust and mischief. Chris's breath hitched as he watched her, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
Antonella licked her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. She hummed in approval, wrapping her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth. She could feel him hit the back of her throat, his salty taste exploding on her tongue.
"Christ, your mouth is fucking incredible," Chris groaned, his hands fisting her hair, guiding her up and down his length.
Antonella could feel the tension building in his body, his thighs quivering as she sucked him harder, her teeth lightly grazing his shaft.
She could feel his cock swell in her mouth, knew he was close. But she wasn't ready for this to end yet. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, stretching her, filling her.
She pulled back, releasing him with a pop. Chris's eyes flew open, a mix of surprise and hunger in them. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice laced with desire.
She stood up, her hands reaching behind her back to unzip her dress. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a black lace thong and strappy heels. Chris's eyes raked over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of smooth, tanned skin.
"Jesus, Antonella," he breathed, his voice hoarse with lust. "You're fucking gorgeous."
She smirked, knowing the effect she had on him. "I know," she said, stepping closer to him. Her hand wrapped around his cock again, giving it a firm squeeze.
"I want you to fuck me hard, Chris. Make me scream."
Chris's eyes darkened at her words, his grip on her hips tightening. "You like it rough, don't you, Antonella?"
She answered by pushing him backwards towards the table. He went willingly, his ass hitting the edge. She pushed him down, straddling him, her pussy pressing against his cock.
"Fuck, you're already so wet," he groaned, his fingers finding their way under her thong, sliding through her folds.
Antonella gasped, her head falling back as his fingers slipped inside her.
"Yes, just like that," she moaned, grinding against his hand. Chris's thumb found her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his other hand squeezing her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple. "I can't wait to get my cock inside you."
The words sent a fresh wave of heat to her core. She needed him, needed him now. She reached down, guiding his cock to her entrance.
She was soaking wet, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. She looked into Chris's eyes, seeing the raw desire reflected back at her. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, feeling every inch of his thick cock stretching her.
"Fuck, you're tight," Chris groaned, his hands gripping her hips, holding her steady as she took him deeper.
Antonella moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. "You feel so fucking good," she panted, her hips starting to move, riding him slowly at first, then faster, harder.
Chris's hands gripped her ass, helping her, encouraging her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. "Take my cock, Antonella. Ride me hard."
Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and aching. She wanted his mouth on them, his tongue licking, sucking. She guided his head to her chest, and he took the hint, his mouth latching onto her nipple, his tongue swirling around it, his teeth grazing it lightly.
Antonella moaned, her hips bucking against him, riding him harder, faster. She could feel the heat building inside her, the tension coiling in her core.
"Fuck, Chris, I'm gonna come," she panted, her hands gripping his hair, holding him to her breast.
"Not yet," he growled, pulling back, his hands flipping her onto her back on the table. The plates and glasses clattered to the floor, shattering, but neither of them cared. They were lost in their own world, consumed by their desire.
Chris's hands grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, opening her up to him. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. "You want me to fuck you hard, Antonella? Make you scream?" he growled, his voice laced with lust.
"Yes," she panted, her hands reaching for him, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Chris. Make me yours."
He didn't need any more encouragement. He slammed into her, his cock filling her completely. Antonella gasped, her back arching off the table, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
Chris's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her in place as he pounded into her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his eyes locked onto hers. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, so fucking wet."
Antonella could only moan in response, her hands clawing at his back, her nails digging into his skin. She could feel his muscles flexing with each thrust, his body slamming into hers, filling her completely.
"Harder, Chris," she panted, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.