Chapter 1: The Penthouse Booking.
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of the sleek black SUV as it glided through the downtown streets like a predator on the hunt. Nova Kane leaned back against the cool leather seat, her long, with her tanned legs crossed, the hem of her skin-tight white dress riding high enough to reveal the smooth and golden skin of her thighs.
At 6’1”, she was a walking fantasy, icy blue eyes that could freeze a man in place, full lips painted a dangerous red and a body sculpted by years of runway drills and private trainers.
Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, brushing the tops of her heavy, peky tits that strained against the thin fabric, with no bra tonight.
The agency liked it that way for VIP clients. Another “photo shoot.” That’s what they always called it. That’s code for spreading her legs for some rich, entitled bastards who could afford the elite modelling agency’s hidden VIP Escort Tier.
Nova had been in the game for eight months now. She is a top earner. The girl who could make a man blow his load and his bank account in the same night. But tonight felt different.
The handler’s voice still echoed in her head: “Mr. Victor Lang. Triple the usual rate. Full weekend booking and no limits. He specifically requested you, Nova. Do not fuck this up.”
The SUV stopped at a private elevator entrance hidden behind a sleek glass tower. A suited man nodded silently and ushered her inside. Immediately, the elevator shot straight up, doors opening directly into the penthouse. Holy shit... Marble floors stretched out forever, modern art worth more than her entire family’s debt hanging on the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a dizzying view of the glittering skyline. The air smelled of expensive whiskey and power.
Victor Lang stood at the bar, back to her at first. He’s in his mid-fifties, but the man carried his age like a weapon, broad shoulders filling out a tailored black shirt, salt-and-pepper hair thick and styled and a strong jawline shadowed with stubble.
When he turned, his dark eyes locked onto her like a shark scenting blood. He was still handsome in that ruthless and corrupt way. He is a billionaire oil tycoon, married and known for crushing unions, bribing officials and fucking anything with a pulse that caught his interest.
“Damn,” he said, with his deep voice and gravelly, dragging his gaze slowly from her stilettos up her endless legs, over the swell of her hips and tits, finally settling on those piercing blue eyes.
“The pictures didn’t do you justice, girl. You’re a fucking skyscraper with a cunt made for sin.”
Nova stepped forward, her hips swaying, while giving him the confident smile she’d perfected. “And you’re exactly the kind of married man who likes to play dirty behind his wife’s back.”
Victor’s lips curled into a smirk as he set his whiskey glass down with a heavy clink and closed the distance in three strides. His big, rough hand shot out and gripped her chin hard, tilting her face up. “Smart mouth. I like that. But tonight that mouth is going to be too full of my cock to talk back.”
He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Immediately, his other hand yanked the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders.
Nova’s heavy, round tits bounced free and pink nipples already hardening into tight peaks from the cool penthouse air and the raw hunger in his eyes.
Victor groaned low in his throat, cupping one tit roughly and squeezing the soft flesh until it spilled between his thick fingers. He leaned down and sucked the other nipple into his hot, wet mouth, while swirling his tongue greedily, teeth grazing just enough to send sharp jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core.
“Fuck, these tits are made for sucking,” he muttered against her skin, switching to the other nipple, while biting her nipple harder this time. Nova gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle underneath. Heat pooled between her thighs and her pussy was already getting slick.
Victor spun her around suddenly, bending her forward over the back of a massive leather couch. The position hiked her dress up over her firm, round ass, exposing the tiny black thong that barely covered her shaved lips. He hooked a finger in the string and ripped it aside, exposing her glistening pink cunt and tight little asshole.
“Spread those long legs wider, slut,” he ordered. Nova obeyed, planting her stilettos further apart. Two thick fingers plunged straight into her dripping hole without warning, stretching her tight walls. She moaned loudly as he pumped them deep and fast, curling to stroke that spongy spot inside that made her toes curl.
“Goddamn, this young pussy is soaking already,” Victor growled, adding a third finger, scissoring them roughly. “You love getting paid to be a rich man’s whore, don’t you? Say it.”
“Yes,” Nova panted, pushing back onto his hand, her ass cheeks jiggling with every thrust. “I love it. Love getting my cunt wrecked by married cocks like yours.”
He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and slapped her ass hard, once, twice and three times, leaving red handprints on her tanned skin. The sting made her clit throb. She heard his belt buckle, then the zipper. The fat, heavy weight of his cock slapped against her ass cheek. Jesus, it was thick, long and veiny, the head already leaking precum.
Victor rubbed the swollen tip up and down her slit, coating himself in her cream, while teasing her swollen clit until she was whimpering. Then he gripped her hips and slammed forward.
Half his massive dick was buried inside her in one brutal thrust. Nova cried out, her pussy stretching painfully around his girth, walls fluttering wildly. “Fuuuuck, you’re so big...”
He didn’t give her time to adjust. Victor pulled back and drove in again, burying every inch balls-deep. The wet, obscene sound of her creamy cunt swallowing his cock filled the penthouse. He started pounding her with long, powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in so hard her tits swung and her body jolted forward.
“Take every fucking inch, you tall model whore,” he grunted, hips slapping against her ass. “This married cock is owning this pussy tonight.” His balls smacked against her clit with every thrust, sending sparks through her body. Nova’s moans grew louder, broken, her icy blue eyes half-lidded in raw pleasure.
He reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in rough, fast circles while he railed her deeper. Sweat already beaded on her tanned skin. Her juices dripped down her thighs, coating his heavy balls.
“I’m gonna cum...shit, I’m cumming so hard!” Nova screamed. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting clear fluid around his pistoning shaft as the orgasm ripped through her. Victor laughed darkly and fucked her straight through it, even harder, chasing his own peak.
But he wasn’t done. He pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with her cum. Flipping her onto her back on the wide couch, he shoved her long legs wide apart and her knees pushed to her chest. The position left her completely exposed, dripping cunt open, asshole winking and tits heaving.
“Look at that pretty pink hole gaping for me,” he said, stroking his thick cock slowly. “Beg for it, Nova. Tell me what a dirty agency cum-dump wants.
“Please… fuck me again,” she gasped, voice husky. “I need that fat married cock stretching my cunt. Fill me up. Use me like the paid slut I am.”
Victor grinned and lined up again, slamming back inside in one savage thrust. He fucked her in deep, grinding circles, hitting every sensitive spot. The couch creaked under them. He leaned down, sucking on her tits while pounding her, leaving hickeys on her tanned flesh.
For the next hour, he took her in every position he wanted, bending her over the glass dining table, while making her ride him reverse cowgirl on the couch so he could watch her ass bounce, then pinning her against the window with the city watching as he railed her from behind. He made her squirt twice more, once all over the marble floor and once while choking her lightly.
By the time he finally pulled out and painted her tits and face with thick ropes of hot cum, Nova was trembling, covered in sweat and semen, her pussy swollen and leaking.
Victor stepped back, admiring his work, cock still half-hard. “Not bad for round one, whore. We’ve got all weekend.”
His phone buzzed loudly on the marble table. He picked it up, his eyes narrowing at the screen. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
“It’s my wife calling,” he said, voice dripping with dark amusement. He answered before Nova could react and put it on speaker, holding the phone out.
“Hey, honey,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just spent the last hour destroying a 20-year-old model’s cunt. “What’s up?”
His wife’s voice filled the room, sweet and unsuspecting. At the same time, Victor stepped between Nova’s spread legs again, rubbing his reviving cock against her cum-slick entrance.
Nova’s eyes widened in shock. Victor mouthed silently: “Answer her. Tell her you’re the new photographer… while I fuck you raw.”
He pushed the fat head back inside her dripping pussy, stretching her once more.
Will Nova play along and speak to Victor’s wife while his thick cock is buried deep inside her freshly-fucked cunt, or will she hesitate and trigger the ruthless billionaire’s darker, more controlling side right at the start of their weekend?
