Just The Tip - Cassandra Dee Page 0,18

with each shot of ecstasy, my vision temporarily blackened as I was lifted to new heights. I almost cried, my body twisting in currents, my puss shooting with warm juices as I spurted, the cream spraying onto Rafe’s chest, coating him in a fine film, a bit even landing on his chin and neck as I lost control.

And after our breathing evened, I sank back onto my heels, still locked in place by the huge donkey dong, in close contact with that massive male form.

The big man rubbed his chin, tasting some of the juice that I’d left there, sweet pussy ambrosia.

“Delicious,” he rumbled, licking his lips lasciviously, and that’s when I knew I was lost.

10

Rafe

She was heaven on earth, delicious, warm, curvy, with big boobs and an ass, just the way I like it. We’d tried keeping our affair a secret, but it was damn near impossible, there was just too much publicity surrounding the newest It girl and the CEO of Levast.

“Jenna!” screamed photographers when we stepped out of a restaurant. “Rafe! Picture picture picture!” And we’d stopped to oblige, the bulbs flashing non-stop, blinding in their brightness.

Because our relationship was like a supernova. Against all odds, the curvy model had landed the cover of Sports Illustrated, her golden flesh rippling and luscious in a tiny white bikini, kneeling in the Bahamanian sand. And so a scrum of followers was to be expected, the endless paparazzi, gasps whenever strangers recognized us at a coffee shop or local drugstore.

Jenna acknowledged it, even if she didn’t exactly love it.

“You have to understand, Rafe,” she said quietly. “It’s part of my job. I’m not a traditional model so I have to promote myself. I can’t just wait for bookings to roll in.”

I’d frowned. Of course I understood, but Jenna got more than enough work from my company alone, so it wasn’t entirely necessary to pimp herself out. Still, fame is fleeting these days and you’ve got to make the most of your fifteen minutes.

But I was still waiting for her to reveal her ignominious start in the industry, the nudie pix with her legs spread, nipples bouncing, kitty on show for the world to see.

“Jenna,” I said gently. “I understand that you’re eager to make your mark, but photos never really go away. Is there something you want to tell me?” I’d quizzed.

A flush came over her cheeks, and she turned her face away, that perfect profile balanced and trembling slightly.

“Umm…” she murmured. The blonde was a smart girl, she probably knew what I was getting at already. “Well …”

“You know you can tell me anything,” I said reassuringly, reaching my hand to cover hers. I fully expected to hear her fess up, to hear her tell about her struggles with money, how she took the pictures because she was young and dumb and didn’t know better.

But instead, Jenna detoured.

“Well, you know I used to be engaged … to my sister’s husband,” she flushed darkly.

I did know this, but fine, I could listen.

“Tell me more,” I commanded.

Jenna sighed heavily. “Well, I used to be different than how I am now,” she began slowly. “More … mercenary, I guess,” she said shamefaced, letting her hair cover her cheek.

“What does that mean?” I asked, frowning.

She sighed. “You know, I was young and dumb –“ okay, so this excuse was being used, “and I was really into guys with power. Not that you don’t have power, I mean you do,” she flubbed, “but you know what I mean…” she said helplessly.

“No, I’m not sure that I do,” I ground out. I’ve been surrounded by gold-diggers all my life, and this wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear.

“Well,” she said helplessly, trying to continue. “I met Jake Manning at a party in San Francisco, you know the CEO of Manning Pharmaceutical, and I thought we were in love. I swear, I thought he loved me.”

“Did he propose?” I asked flatly.

“Not exactly,” she mumbled. “I went to Harry Winston and bought myself a diamond and pretended that Jake gave it to me. I just wanted to believe it so badly, he was handsome, rich, and I dunno … we seemed perfect together, like the charmed couple you see in movies.”

“You’ve been watching too much Lifetime,” I said sternly. “That shit doesn’t exist in real life.”

“I know,” she said softly. “But I was poor, I was desperate, so I clung to a man who embodied my wildest dreams. We were engaged until my sister got pregnant with