A Real Man: Volume Two

by Snow, Jenika

  I went for my top and started pulling the silky material out of the formfitting waistband of my skirt. Once the material was free, I undid each button, pulled the material aside, and let it fall from my body.

  I was breathing so hard and fast that the swells of my breasts were rising up and down almost frantically, my bra barely containing them.

  Still Cole sat there silently, watching me, his presence like fingers on my skin.

  My throat felt tight, and my pussy was wet. My nipples were so hard I felt them stab against my bra, demanding to feel the cool air kiss them. I reached behind and gripped the little zipper of my pencil skirt. I dragged it down while still dancing, still moving erotically. Once it was freed, I let that fall to the floor as well. Now here I stood in nothing but my panties and bra.

  I really started moving then, running my hands along the strapless bra I wore, teasing the arch of my mounds as they rose above the hem of the cups. I moved over to the pole and started rubbing my body along it, warming the metal with my heat. I was about to remove my bra when his deep voice stopped me.

  “No, leave the bra and panties on. Tease me.”

  I felt my inner muscles clench painfully, but obeyed. I had my back to the pole, my front facing Cole. I could see the way he watched me, this almost predatory gaze in his expression. He looked at me like he was starving.

  And that look alone had my courage renewing tenfold. I really danced for him then, touching myself, enjoying that I was working him up, that he was hard for me. God, I bet he was so hard right now. I wanted to see how big his cock was.

  Because truth be told, I wanted to fuck Cole … or more so have him fuck me.

  * * *

  Cole

  As soon as she turned around, I grabbed my cock, gave the fucker a squeeze, and adjusted the monster. I was so fucking hard, and the moisture that started to bead at the tip of my dick was becoming a nuisance. What I wanted was to be balls-deep in Jana, to hear her screaming out my name, to feel her pussy clenching around my shaft.

  Jana was perfect in every way.

  There was no hiding that she wanted me, and I sure as fuck didn’t deny I wanted her. Hell, I could have been crude and honest with her, letting her know I wanted her body as well as her heart, that I wanted my cock shoved deep in her pussy, that I wanted to fill her with my cum.

  My thoughts were pushed back when I watched as her nipples hardened against her bra. The way she moved made me feel like this horny fucking teenager. This wasn’t even about me being celibate, but more so because of Jana herself.

  I was around half-naked women constantly, had offers for fucking thrown at me daily, but never once was I tempted. Never once did I want to own someone irrevocably, and not in a proprietary way either.

  There was just something about Jana that made every rational part of me say fuck it all and claim her.

  Her body was made for me to fuck her good and hard, to show her she was meant to handle me. I wanted to be gentle, sweet and soft with her, but another part wanted to fuck her raw, wanted to thoroughly satisfy her so that the next day she’d be sore just sitting down.

  She turned around and started slowly bending over, her panties nothing fancy but so fucking hot I had to reach down and rub my dick in my slacks. I couldn’t help it. And when her panties lightly crept into the crease of her ass, showing me the plump perfection of the twin mounds, I leaned forward and groaned.

  She was hot as fuck, and I was holding on by a thread. All I wanted to do was go to her, pull her panties aside, bend her over one of these tables, and fuck her so damn well she was screaming my name.

  As Jana danced, it was clear she was into the music and the moves, confident in the fact she could seduce whoever watched without even touching anyone.

  Her raven-colored hair was in a bun, like she’d put it up toward the end of the day. I liked it up or down, but when she reached up and undid it, the onyx strands tumbling down her back, I felt my mouth grow dry.

  All I could think about was gripping those locks and tugging hard enough that her throat was bared, her mouth was parted, and her eyes were wide as she took all the thick and long inches of my dick.

  She gripped the pole with one small hand and slid it up and down, teasing me, making me about to bust a nut right in my fucking pants. And when she started rubbing her body up and down against that metal, acting like she was fucking the thing, I was barely holding on to my control.

  The way she moved for me wasn’t like the raunchy pole dancing I was used to seeing at the club. No, Jana was seducing me. Her movements were slow, calculated. She still had her panties and bra on, and that was more enticing than if she was bared for me fully.

  I focused on her ass, on the way the firm flesh glowed under the lighting.

  God. Yes.

  She moved lower on the pole, popping her ass out so her tiny little white panties slipped even more into the crease of her ass. I could see the slight swell of her pussy in this position, and wondered how wet she was for me right now.

  I reached down and unzipped my slacks, pulled my dick out, and started stroking myself. I settled back in my seat, spread my legs slightly to get more comfortable, and started jerking myself off in this slow and relaxed motion, just enjoying the show she gave me.

  More baby. Give me more.

  And as if she read my mind, she reached around with both hands, slipped her fingers under the edges of her panties, and pulled them toward her pussy. The material slid up her cunt easily, her pussy lips now framing the cotton, turning me the fuck on so badly I was breathing hard and fast.

  God, if I didn’t slow it down, I’d come right now, and I wanted to be deep in her pussy when I did that. I wanted to brand her, mark her body with my seed.

  I couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t see how long I could control myself.

  Fuck it all. I was going to have her, and I was going to make that happen now.

  While she was still dancing, her back to me, her ass still in the air, I got out of my seat. I stalked toward her, climbed the few steps to get to the stage, and just as she straightened and turned to face me, I grabbed her waist. I hauled her up and over my shoulder, a totally asshole, caveman thing to do, but I couldn’t help it.

  My cock was harder than I ever remembered it being, and the images of pushing her panties aside and shoving my dick inside of her played through my mind on repeat.

  “I need you,” I said harshly, my voice nothing more than this guttural sound.

  She didn’t tell me to stop, didn’t try to get out of my arms. In fact she had her hands in my shirt at my back, holding on to me, keeping me close.

  Once I was off the stage and standing back where my chair was, I put her on the ground and immediately cupped her cheek. “I could watch you all fucking night, baby, but I’m so hard for you.”

  And before I knew what the hell she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of my pants and pressed her open palm over my cock.

  The arousal in me was so intense I nearly came.

  She was breathing hard, fast, and I knew she was right here with me, knew she was ready for me. But I wanted to hear her say it, wanted her to tell me the words.

  I tipped her chin back, made her look in my eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”

  She took long seconds to answer, but when she did, I saw her pupils dilate and smelled her desire saturate the air. “I want you to be my first. I want you to own my virginity, Cole.”

  I groaned, not able to help it, not able to even try and stop myself.

  “I need to fuck you.” I couldn’t help but stare at her chest, at the way her breasts rose and fell, her cleavage shown over the hem of her bra.

  “Take off the bra, baby. Let me see you. Let me make you feel even better.”

  Her throat worked as she swallowed, and before I had to tell her again, she was removing the bra, showing me how hard her nipples were and how flushed her skin was.

  “The panties, Jana. Get rid of the fucking
panties.” And like a good girl she was pushing her panties down her thighs. Her legs were long, graceful. I couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly as I took her, made her mine.

  I steadied her on her feet and watched as she took a step back. My mouth dried, my cock thickened impossibly further, and all I wanted to do was fuck her right then and there. I lowered my gaze down her long legs and stopped at the black heels she wore. God, she looked good in them.

  “Take them off.”

  The trimmed thatch of hair that covered her pussy had my mouth watering. I saw her perfect slit, knew she was soaked for me, and without thinking I picked up her panties and brought them to my nose.

  Fucking heaven. They smelled like goddamned fucking heaven.

  Maybe I was a dirty bastard or just too far gone right now, but I shoved those panties in my slacks pocket, saying without words that they were now mine.

  “Lay back on the table.” I needed to taste her, needed to have my mouth on her, lapping up her cream, swallowing her essence. “Let me see your pussy spread.” God, she did it without question, without hesitation. And when she was perched on the table by the chair, her legs spread, her swollen, pink and wet pussy lips parted for me, I groaned harshly. Her clit was engorged, and I wanted to suck it into my mouth until she came all over my face.

  God, this was going to be so damn good.

  8

  Jana

  Oh God.

  Yes.

  He was between my thighs before I could fully process what was happening.

  I could feel the hard pants of his breath brushing along my folds, making me want to have his mouth right on me.

  I had to be stupid or insane—or hell, both—to be doing this. I’d only known Cole for a couple of weeks, and he was my boss. This could be employment suicide. Although I should care, I didn’t. I wanted this desperately.

  And when he placed his hands on my inner thighs, curled his fingers into my flesh, and leaned in so close I felt the lightest brush of his mouth against my pussy lips, everything inside of me stilled. I thought I’d get off right then and there.

  I may be a virgin, but I’d gotten myself off plenty of times.

  But I knew having an orgasm with Cole would be better than anything I could do with myself.

  For long seconds all he did was breathe against me, maybe inhaling my scent, taking me into his body. And when I shifted slightly so I could look at him, I could see how tense he looked. His eyes were closed, his jaw set hard. He was trying to control himself.

  He opened his eyes then, his gaze dark, penetrating. “You smell so fucking good, baby.” He tightened his hands on my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet, and it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?”

  I inhaled sharply, my throat so dry it was like I’d swallowed sand.

  “I want to devour you, to eat you out until you come all over my face.”

  I shook from his words, from the need I heard in his voice.

  Cole jerked me down the table and closer to his mouth. I was perched on the edge, and when he pulled my pussy lips apart, I gasped. He placed his entire mouth on me. Right. On. Me. He used his tongue to lick every inch of me, used his teeth to tease the ultra-sensitive flesh until I was undulating for him.

  He was an animal as he devoured me. With his mouth on my clit, sucking me wildly, making me writhe for him, I knew I’d come from this.

  “You were made for me.” His words were muffled against my flesh but had the effect of gasoline on fire. “You’re so damn responsive for me.” He was aggressive as he sucked on the little nub, making me pant and squirm for him, drawing out my pleasure.

  Cole slipped a hand under my ass and angled my lower half up and into his mouth. I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t come right then. I wanted this to last.

  I could feel my pussy cream coating my inner thighs. I should be embarrassed, but truth was I knew he liked it, knew he was harder because of it.

  He sucked on me a few more seconds, but then suddenly he picked me up, turned, and sat down with me on his lap. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and our faces only an inch apart, I could smell myself on his mouth. I felt how hard he was under me, a stiff rod beneath my ass.

  Cole speared his hand behind my head and into my hair, gripped the strands in a tight, nearly painful grip, and jerked me forward. He claimed my mouth with his, stroked his tongue along mine, and took full possession. He owned me right now.

  He secured my wrists at my lower back with a hand and pulled my upper body back. The position was slightly uncomfortable but turned me on so damn badly. The position angled my pelvis more toward his dick, which was right where we both wanted it.

  One hand was positioned at my lower back, keeping my wrists in place but also keeping me in this position. The other hand was currently on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. But he soon moved that hand on my waist lower, over my belly, along my navel, and finally stopped right above my clit.

  “You’re so fucking greedy for me, so damn ready for my cock.” He moved his fingers through my folds, so agonizingly slow that I had to grit my teeth and focus so it didn’t end too soon. “You tasted so damn good, so sweet.” Cole slipped his fingers through my folds, smoothing his fingers down my cleft, gathering my cream. He lifted his hand up, showed me his now glistening digits, and brought them to his mouth.

  I was so aroused as I watched him sucked the cream off, his lips and tongue making sure to get every last drop off.

  “Make me yours irrevocably.”

  He gripped my chin and kissed me, forcing me to taste myself on him. When he pulled away, I was panting.

  “When this is all said and done, there won’t be any going back. You’ll be mine, and I’ll make that known to any motherfucker who tries to come near you.”

  I couldn’t breathe.

  “Does that scare you? Do I scare you?”

  I shook my head. “No, I want that.”

  I need that desperately.

  9

  Cole

  I wasn’t about to fuck around any longer. I wanted Jana too damn badly to pretend like I was in control. I had one hand on her lower back, and reached between our bodies to pull out my cock through the fly in my slacks. The fucker was rock-hard, and the tip was already soaked from pre-cum.

  I had to grit my teeth not to thrust into her. I needed to go slow, needed to take my time with her. She was a virgin, delicate, fragile. I wanted this to be incredible for her. I wanted to hear her scream out in pleasure. I wanted to feel her pussy clamping down on my cock and milking the cum from me.

  Her pussy was spread out before me, her position having that perfect piece of her on display.

  This primal side of me wanted to shove deep in her, raw, wanted to fill her with my seed, mark her from the inside out.

  I pulled her forward, rested my head on her chest, and breathed in her scent. I inhaled every part of her, memorizing her, ingraining her scent into my very being. Her nipples were right there for the taking, right in front of my mouth and teasing me. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t stop myself. I ran my lips over a hard peak, then sucked the tip into my mouth, savoring the flavor of her skin.

  I sucked and nipped at her nipple until she was panting for me, until she was squirming, clearly needing me. I alternated between her nipples, making them stiff, making them red and wet from my mouth.

  I rubbed my face over her breasts, my scruff teasing, erotically abusing her tender flesh. I loved the little sounds she made, those little noises of need and pleasure.

  “Tell me you’re ready, that you want this right now.”

  “I want this right now,” she said instantly.

  I groaned in appreciation and pleasure.

  I wasn’t going to last, not now, and no way in hell when I was balls-deep in her pussy, claiming the fuck out of her. I placed the tip of my monster erection at her entrance and gritted my teeth because she was so fucking wet and hot
for me.

  With a firm grip on her waist, I lifted my hips, lodged the head of my dick in her sweet virgin pussy, and stilled. She was wet and hot and so damn tight. While I pushed her down my length, I lifted my hips up further. I’d already broken through her cherry and was tunneling my way into her tight little cunt.

  “You’re splitting me in two,” she said breathlessly, and I stilled.

  “I can go slow, baby.”

  She shook her head. “No, don’t stop.”

  “You like my big fucking cock all up in you?”

  She nodded, her mouth parted, her eyes closed. “It hurts so good.”

  When her pelvis met mine, we both groaned out in unison, our bodies fully connected now. I only stayed still for a second before lifting her up until just the tip of my dick was inside of her.

  I started pushing her down on my dick and lifting her back up. I did this continuously until her tits bounced between us and her answering moans told me she was so fucking into it. My cock thickened, and my balls drew up tight. I wanted to come but not yet. I wanted this to last, wanted to see her climax.

  I shifted us again, standing and turning so my cock was still in her sweet body, but needing a different position so I didn’t fill her up with my seed too soon.

  With her now turned around, bent over the chair, her ass in the air and her pussy on display, I couldn’t help but groan. I aligned myself with her pussy again and didn’t wait a second to push back into her. I pounded into her in long, hard strokes. The sound of her pussy milking my dick, and the feeling of her inner muscles clenching around my shift, had my orgasm trying to rush to the surface.

  “Fucking take all of my cock, baby.” I slammed into her especially hard, so much so that she fell forward slightly and had to brace herself on the arms of the chair. “You’re. Mine.” I needed her to come again. And then as if she knew that’s what I’d been waiting for, I felt her pussy contract around me. Jana milked me until my orgasm came rushing up.