A Surprise At The Meeting

Vanessa's greedy eyes traced the thick ridge of his shaft, watching a pearl of pre-cum ooze from his slit and slide down the flushed head. Before he could even finish his command, "Be a good girl and give me an excellent mouthful of pleasure'

She was already licking her lips, her cunt clenching with anticipation.

"It would be a crime to refuse. And I don't want to be a criminal," she purred, her tongue darting out to catch that first droplet, tasting his salt on her taste buds.

Her fingers wrapped around the base, feeling the pulse beneath the hot skin. She stroked once, twice, relishing the way his cock twitched in her hand. Then her lips parted, stretched wide around his glans, and she swallowed him down.

Her throat convulsed as the head pushed past her soft palate. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft. Bobbing her head, she took him deeper with each dip, her nose pressing into the coarse hair at his groin, her eyes watering as she gagged around his thickness.

Sawyer's fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back before slamming her forward again.

"Yeah, take it," he growled, his hips bucking to meet her rhythm. "Fucking choke on it."

His cock rammed into her throat, muffling her moans. Spit leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her chin. She didn't care. She wanted him deeper, harder, the burn in her throat a glorious ache.

His balls tightened, drawing up against his body. "I'm gonna fucking flood your throat," he grunted, his thrusts turning erratic.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his—desperate, pleading. Give it to me.

One last brutal thrust buried him to the hilt. She felt his cock pulse, then explode, hot jets of cum shooting directly down her throat. Once. Twice. Three times. His salty seed coated her tongue, slid down her esophagus. She swallowed convulsively, milking him with her throat muscles.

When he finally pulled out, a ribbon of white still connected his glistening dick to her swollen lips. Strings of cum clung to his shaft, pearly and thick.

She leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to lap up every drop. She cleaned his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, then pressed a soft kiss to the tip before rising to her feet.

Sawyer's hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured against her ear, his hot breath ghosting over her skin before he bit down on her earlobe.

"Fuck me," she demanded, her voice raw and desperate. "Fuck the hell out of me tonight."

"Of course, I'll fuck you, my princess. I'll fuck you so good your brain only knows two words: 'Sawyer's dick.'"

"Do it, hunk..." She dragged her nails down his chest. "I want you deep inside me."

He shoved her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress. In one swift motion, he tore off his pants and briefs, his cock springing free, still slick with her spit and his cum.

Spreading her thighs wide, he positioned himself at her entrance—already drenched, her pussy lips swollen and glistening. He teased her with the head, sliding it through her wet folds before pressing forward.

She propped herself on her elbows, watching his dick sink into her. Inch by inch, her pink flesh stretched around his girth, her walls gripping him like a fist.

"Fuck..." she gasped as he seated himself halfway, the feeling of being filled making her dizzy.

Her cunt clenched around him, refusing to let go.

"Vanessa," he warned, his voice strained. "You're tightening around me like this? You know there'll be consequences."

"What kind?" she taunted, squeezing him harder, watching his jaw clench.

He hissed through his teeth. "One that leaves your legs shaking and your pussy sore."

"Do I look scared?" She arched her brow, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Not yet. But you will be."

"Try me."

He slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt. A sharp cry tore from her throat as his pelvis ground against her clit.

Then he pinned her wrists above her head, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His eyes locked on hers as he began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that dragged his length through her slick channel.

She wrapped her legs around his lower back, her heel digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. His pace was steady, torturous, each stroke hitting a spot that made stars burst behind her eyes.

He claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing, tongues wrestling. As they kissed, his pace quickened. His hips snapped forward faster, harder, the bed frame groaning beneath them. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and rhythmic.

She tore her mouth free, gasping for air. "Sawyer... fuck... yes..."

His thrusts grew frantic, driving into her with reckless abandon. Her body bounced on the mattress, her tits jiggling with each impact. Her moans turned into cries, her walls fluttering around his pounding cock.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a ragged growl.

She forced her eyes open, watching his face contort with lust. He was fucking her like he owned her, each thrust claiming a piece of her soul.

"Don't you fucking stop," she begged, her nails raking down his back.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he grunted, hammering into her with renewed intensity.

The headboard slammed against the wall. His balls slapped against her ass. Her pussy gushed around him, soaking the sheets.

"I'm gonna—" she started, her words cut off by a scream as her orgasm detonated through her, her body convulsing, her cunt milking his cock in rhythmic pulses.

He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release. "That's it. Fucking come on my cock."

His hips stuttered, his roar echoing in the room as he emptied himself into her, hot spurts painting her inner walls. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, slick with sweat and cum.

For a long moment, they lay tangled together, their heartbeats a frantic duet.

Then he pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from her gaping hole, trailing down her thigh.

She looked up at him, dazed and satisfied. "More," she whispered.

**

“ Shit!” Vanessa exclaimed as she jumped out of bed. It was already morning and she was fucking running late.

Sawyer had repeatedly banged her all night before he took a breather early this morning. If she doesn't get the fuck out of this apartment, all her hard work over the years will be wasted.

Taking one last look at the handsome hunk, she sneaked out of the room.

Thirty minutes later, Vanessa burst into the conference room, breathless. Unfortunately, there was only one space left.

Holding back her emotions, she slid into the only available seat, sandwiched between Justin and Brooklyn. They exchanged smug glances, making Vanessa's stomach twist with disgust.

She turned her attention toward the sixty-year-old chief surgeon, Chief Ripley. She cleared her throat as all attention became fixed on her.

"Today marks the beginning of your journey at Beacon General Hospital. You'll either excel and become a renowned surgeon... or you'll fail. Most of you won't make it past this week."

Chief Ripley's gaze was fixed on Vanessa as she said the last part. Vanessa became nervous even when she trusted her abilities. Why does it seem like the Chief was talking about her?

The room fell silent, with hushed whispers and nervous glances exchanged among the residents. Vanessa's leg bounced nervously under the table. She bit her lips, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Just then, the door swung open, and a tall, imposing figure strode in. The room seemed to shrink as a commanding force walked in authoritatively.

"The Executioner," Brooklyn whispered the nickname as all eyes fell on the person.

He commanded attention, not just because he was feared, but also because he was extremely handsome. More like those movie stars in their forties who clearly don't look like it.

Justin beamed with pride as everyone gazed at the man who had just come. Everyone except Vanessa who was caught up in her thoughts.

“ Vanessa,” someone whispered across.

Only then did she look towards the direction of the Executioner.

As she finally caught the face of the person, Vanessa's jaw dropped. Their eyes locked, and Sawyer's gaze flashed with recognition.

As if that wasn't shocking enough, Justin stood up, and a cocky grin spread across his face.

"Hi, Dad," Justin said, extending his hand.

Vanessa's eyes widened in shock.

What. The. Fuck.