The Angel Investor

The money was never the point. Not really. They could have sent it digitally, a sterile transaction between strangers. But the wife’s email had a different kind of currency. It was laced with a hunger I recognized instantly. They’d read my blogs. They knew the price of admission.

Their home was pristine, a picture of suburban success. He answered the door, his handshake a little too firm, his eyes avoiding mine just a second too long. She stood behind him, a vision in a silk robe that did nothing to hide the curve of her hips. Her smile wasn’t welcoming; it was a challenge.

“We’re so impressed with your vision,” she said, her voice a low purr as she led me to the living room. A checkbook lay on the coffee table, next to a half-empty bottle of wine.

“Thank you,” I said, my eyes locked on hers. “But I find people are more… invested… when the terms are clear.”

Her husband shifted on the couch, his knuckles white as he gripped his knees. I could smell his anxiety, mixed with her perfume. It was intoxicating.

“We read your terms,” she breathed, stepping closer. The robe fell open slightly, revealing the swell of her breasts. “We’re ready to pay in full.”

That was all the confirmation I needed. I didn’t touch the checkbook. I reached for her instead, my hand sliding around the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep, claiming kiss. She melted against me with a gasp, her hands fisting in my shirt. This was the first installment.

I broke the kiss and looked at her husband. His face was flushed, his breathing shallow. “You,” I said, my voice dropping to a command. “Come here.”

He obeyed without hesitation, rising on unsteady legs. I guided his wife to her knees in front of me. “Show her what a good investment looks like,” I told him.

His hands trembled as he untied her robe, letting it pool to the floor. She was bare underneath, her body ripe and beautiful. I sat on the edge of the couch, spreading my legs. “Now, suck my cock, while I finger pop ya broads Yoniverse. I want to see how wet my new business partner gets.”

He dropped to his knees beside her, his face burying between my thighs. The sound of her sharp, pleasure-filled cries and his desperate, hungry sucking filled the room. I watched, one hand tangled in her hair, the other stroking my rock hard shaft. She came with a shuddering wail, her juices squirting everywhere.

But I wasn’t finished. I stood up, pulling her to her feet. “Bend over the couch,” I growled. She complied, presenting her perfect, mature ass to me. I entered her in one smooth, brutal thrust. She screamed, not in pain, but in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as I started pounding into her, my balls slapping against her wetness.

As I fucked his wife, I looked over her shoulder at him. He was kneeling, watching, his own cock straining against his slacks. “You want this, don’t you?” I grunted, driving deeper into her. “You want to be used like she’s being used.”

He could only nod, his eyes wide with need.

“Then get ready,” I commanded. “Your wife’s about to tap out, and I’m not done collecting.”

I felt her climax tighten around me, her body convulsing. I pulled out, my dick glistening with her. I pointed to the space on the floor next to the couch. “On your hands and knees. Face in the pillow. Ass in the air. High.”

He scrambled into position, his body trembling with anticipation. I knelt behind him, spitting on my hand to slick my cock before pressing the head against his tight, nervous hole.

“This is the real donation,” I whispered, pushing inside him slowly, feeling him gasp and clench around me. “This is the equity you can’t get on an app.”

And then I started to move, fucking him with the same relentless pace I’d used on his wife. His muffled moans were music. I owned them both. Their money, her pussy, his ass. It was all mine. And this was just the seed round.