Hot Ecstasy with Paige LaSalle (Paige LaSalle)

[Gianni Shamari]

The scorching July heat wave was utterly relentless, with the sun at its zenith and New York City sweltering in unbearable heat that could rival the inferno in Dante’s works. However, Maré, the billionaire playboy known for his carefree attitude and love for adventure, seemed unfazed as he cruised in his sleek Ferrari 612 Scaglietti. With the windows rolled down, the hot breeze played through his face as he bopped his head to the beats of 1990s rap and R&B music.

“Hey Maré, how are you coping with this intense heat?” a passerby called out.

Maré flashed a charming smile and replied, “Oh, you know, just enjoying the summer vibes and the beautiful view along the West Side Highway. I can’t let the heat get to me!”

The passerby, taken aback by Maré's calm response, chuckled and continued.

As he spoke, the distant honking of car horns, the muffled sounds of conversations from the nearby sidewalk, and the rhythmic beats of the music intertwined, creating a rich tapestry of urban sounds. It was a unique urban symphony, a cacophony of life that Maré seemed to revel in.

As Maré cruised down the sun-drenched street, the day’s heat enveloping his car, he stopped at a red light in front of Chelsea Piers. Surprised, he spotted his friend, Paige LaSalle, standing on the corner. Paige was a vision of summertime elegance, with her long, rufous hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail and a stunning white halter top paired with bold red shorts that perfectly complemented her glowing brown skin. She was also a porn star.

For the past few days, Maré had been having dreams of Paige. Those erotic dreams felt natural, like the scenes in Paige’s sex movies. Maré wanted Paige’s body badly. He was determined to have a sexual encounter with one of his favorite adult film stars.

Rolling down the window, Maré called out, “Paige! What’s up?”

Paige turned to him with a radiant smile. “Hey, Maré!”

“Is it hot enough for you, baby girl?” he asked.

"Yes," she answered. "Too hot. I feel like I’m being cooked alive."

“Get in the car, baby girl,” Maré suggested. “It is too hot for you to be out there.”

Displaying her usual confidence, Paige glided over to the car and effortlessly hopped in. As Maré swiftly rolled up the windows, the cool blast of the air conditioner provided instant relief from the oppressive heat outside, a stark contrast to the luxurious comfort inside the car. Paige turned to Maré, gave him a decisive peck on the cheek, and reached for her bottled water. As she took a refreshing sip, she felt a surge of satisfaction wash over her, grateful that the air conditioner was on full blast. Relaxing in her seat, she settled for a smooth and comfortable ride. Paige’s perspired body aroused Maré. The sight of her sweat trickling down her abs was erotically sexy.

“Oh, my God, it feels so good here,” Paige said softly.

“Yes, that’s why I’m driving instead of walking around on a day like this. I’m on my way home to eat and relax. Are you hungry?”

“Yes, I’m starving,” Paige answered. “It’s my birthday.”

“Cool. Happy birthday! I will have my chef cook something incredible for you as a  birthday present.” Maré told her. “You’re going to love his cooking.”

“Ah, thank you!” Paige smiled. “I love home-cooked meals.”

Maré took out his smartphone. “Miguel, I have a special request for lunch at my penthouse,” Maré said, a note of excitement in his voice.

“Of course, Mr. Maré. What’s the occasion?” Miguel replied.

“It’s Paige’s birthday, and she’s joining me for dinner. So, I want to make it perfect. I'm thinking of a soul food meal with a touch of elegance,” Maré explained.

“Ah, I understand. I’ll prepare a feast fit for Paige. How does honey barbeque fried chicken wings with yellow rice and mixed vegetables sound?” Miguel suggested.

“That sounds fantastic, Miguel. And for dessert, let’s have something light and delightful, maybe a tropical fruit platter,” Maré added.

“Consider it done, Mr. Maré. I'll ensure every dish is as exquisite as the evening itself,” Miguel promised.

As Maré put down the phone, he could already anticipate the tantalizing aromas and vibrant colors filling his penthouse, setting the stage for an unforgettable evening with Paige. The excitement of the upcoming evening filled the air, adding to the luxurious atmosphere of his penthouse.

At Maré’s glass penthouse on Charles Street, they savored the mouthwatering aroma of the soul food feast, complete with juicy meats and flavor-packed sides. They enjoyed the vibrant colors of the fruit platter glistening in the sunlight. Paige couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder as she took in the opulent living room. The glossy leaves of the money trees stood as unique testaments to luxury, while the vast windows offered an unobstructed view of the bustling city below. Jean-Michel Basquiat’s paintings on the walls added energy and creativity to the already captivating space, further accentuating the opulence of Maré's penthouse.

“Your place is incredible,” Paige murmured, her eyes roaming over the expanse of the room. “The floor-to-ceiling glass, the natural light streams in, and the captivating artwork. Your penthouse is fit for a king.”

Maré grinned, his eyes gleaming with pride. “That’s right, fit for the king of New York.”

Paige chuckled softly. “You’re too much.”

The sultry beat of “Risin' to the Top” by Keni Burke filled the air, setting the perfect rhythm for Maré and Paige as they swayed to the music. The old-school track’s smooth bass and rhythmic flow transported them to a world of nostalgia and rhythm. The music seemed to envelop them as they danced, cocooning them in a timeless groove.

Paige chuckled, “I can't believe you still listen to this old stuff. But I have to admit; it's quite catchy.”

Maré flashed a playful grin, “Old stuff? This is classic, timeless music that never gets old!”
“Show me your moves, Nature Boy!” Paige smiled.

Their banter was accompanied by the rap music's thumping beats and melodic hooks, creating a scene of carefree delight. The music seemed to ignite an invisible energy, infusing their movements with an effortless rhythm that matched the cadence of the songs. Their laughter intertwined with the music with each twist and turn, creating a harmonious blend of sound and joy.

As the verses and choruses flowed, their dance became a celebration of the past, a jubilant homage to an era filled with iconic tunes. In the embrace of the music, Maré and Paige found themselves lost in the forgotten melodies, a brief respite from the fervent heat of the city.

“Paige, we’ve always been real with each other, right?” Maré asked her softly.

“Of course we have. What’s up?” Paige was curious.

“Well, I’ve been dreaming about you a lot,” Maré admitted. “Vivid dreams about us fucking, and it feels real. I know it’s weird, but I just had to tell you that, baby girl.”

“Don’t you think that’s strange?” Paige blushed.

“Hell no, it’s not strange! I’m a man who loves beautiful women.” Maré acknowledged. “You’re hot! I’m also a big fan of your adult movies. Maybe we should retire to the main bedroom and perform a scene. Is that okay with you?”

“You are a trip.” Paige chuckled. “Do you think you can handle a freak like me?”

“Yes, I know I can handle you, baby girl.” Maré winked. “Your sexy body belongs to me.”

Paige smiled and responded, “Well, let us find out, Maré.”

She stripped out of her damp clothes. Paige stood before Maré, looking like God’s most incredible creation. Maré gazed at Paige’s glistened toned body with a smile. Her perfectly defined six-pack abs stood out.

“You’re a bad motherfucker, Paige!” Maré murmured. “I love that your body is all-natural, too.”

“I’m ready to fuck. Are you going to join me in the shower?” Paige responded.

“Come on, Goddess!” “With a sexy body like that baby girl, you know I am.” Maré signaled her to follow him.

Paige walked behind Maré with her hands on his ass. He put the lights on in the bathroom and undressed. Paige put the water on; the shower ceiling impressed her. It was the first time she saw a shower ceiling in a bathroom.

In the shower, they kissed and touched passionately. Maré lifted Paige by her hips and had her bouncing up and on his dick. He loved her perfect smile and the way she moaned and groaned. When she climaxed, she had the strangest look on her face, as if she had her first intense orgasm.

“Oh, wow.” Paige sighed. “You can fuck.”

“I told you I could handle you.” Maré jested.

Maré carried Paige to the main bedroom and climbed on top of her. He licked her cleaned navel and pussy, which drove her crazy! He inserted his dick in her pussy and fucked Paige hard. Within seconds, Maré’s dick glistened with her pussy cream. Paige rubbed her nipples, and Maré felt her body tremble with pleasure as an intense orgasm overcame her.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me!” Paige moaned. “That dick is so fucking good.”

Maré turned her around and entered her doggy style. The more she hollered, the more he pushed his dick in and out of her ass. They both climaxed with a thunderous roar. After that, Maré fell on top of Paige, trying to catch his breath.

“Your pussy is good, baby,” Maré whispered to her.

“You got me charged up,” Paige confirmed.

Paige crawled on Maré and rode his dick like a pro. She slid up and down on his hard dick effortlessly. She reached an orgasm and screamed while she grabbed his chest. In seconds, Maré shot his load all over her breasts. Spent, they lay in each other’s arms. The smell of sex filled the bedroom. Paige looked exuberant as she kissed him on the lips.

“Happy Birthday,” Maré murmured.

Later that evening, Maré took Paige shopping at a mall in New Jersey. They had a great time spending money and having sex in the dressing room. Overall, Maré enjoyed a day of hot ecstasy with Paige LaSalle!

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