“I…” I pause to lick my lips. The way he talks, it’s like he knows he can actually fulfill my dreams. Not like my exes or other guys I’ve hooked up with. Not nervous or worried or doubting. He’s so confident—so damned sure of himself. And so into this kink. It’s hot as hell. But I force myself to shake my head again. “It’s not that. I just didn’t mean to hire an…”
“An escort?” he laughs. “What, did you just wind up on our website by accident?”
“Yes.” I nod firmly. “Complete accident.”
“Right. And you just clicked on my profile by accident too. You didn’t think, here’s a man who can really fuck me senseless, stuff me full and give me the good hard drilling I’m begging for.”
I swallow again, trying to wet my lips. “Also… Also an accident, yeah.”
“So you don’t want me to try?” He raises a single eyebrow and lets his gaze sweep over my body again. “You don’t want me to bend you backwards over this couch right here and fuck you while I shove my thumb inside your ass?”
My pussy throbs. My clit feels like a heavy lead weight between my thighs. God, I’m going to have to jerk off for so long tonight to get him out of my head.
“Um…” I can’t make myself deny it. Not when he’s staring at me like this.
He steps in closer again and reaches up. This time he bypasses my arm, trails his fingertip along the nape of my neck instead. Traces the edge of my jawline lightly, feather soft. A sharp contrast to the way he’s talking right now. “You don’t want to take me upstairs, show me your collection of sex toys, and let me fuck you with every single toy in that collection, one after the other?” His smile goes deep, seductive. “I bet we could go all night and not run out of new toys to try, couldn’t we, you kinky girl?”
“Probably,” I answer without thinking, eyes locked on his.
He laughs again, louder. “I love your filthy mind, Carmine. So come on. Are you really going to tell me you don’t want this? If you don’t, say it and I’ll leave.”
I hesitate. Stare up at him. His grin widens.
“If you want me to stay, then show me your bedroom…”
We don’t have to have sex, I tell myself. Even though I’m already imagining his cock. How fucking glorious it would feel to have a real live man fucking me again, instead of just my toys. Not to mention this man. This perfect fucking specimen. This man who’s standing right here telling me he wants to act out my darkest fantasies.
I grab his hand before I can think better of it and tug him up my staircase.
“I thought so,” he laughs as he trails after me.
I glance over my shoulder at him. “It’s the first door on the right,” I say, still standing halfway up the staircase. “If you really want to take me.”
He reads my mind. Caleb grabs me and flings me over his shoulder with ease. I’m not a tiny girl, but for him it seems to be nothing. He carries me up the steps without even slowing, and turns right at the landing, kicking open my door to carry me across the threshold. His body is white-hot against mine, his muscles digging into my stomach, my thighs, my chest.
By the time he tosses me across the bed, I can hardly breathe from anticipation. He drops onto the bed on all fours above me and I lie back, gazing up at him, my breath trapped in my chest.
“Which drawer?” he asks, and I catch my breath. This is it. The moment I’ve fantasized about for so long. A guy who’s finally willing to be as filthy and kinky as I am.
“Top drawer,” I answer, eyes locked on his.
He reaches across me without responding and pulls it open. “You don’t disappoint, do you, Carmine?” I can hear the low chuckle in his voice, and something else under it. Desire. Lust. “God, you are such a filthy little girl.”
I lean up beneath him, closer to the drawer, and peek at what he’s doing.
He still has one hand in the drawer, and brings the other to trail down my neck and rest on my upper arm as he gazes down at me below him. “I’m going to fulfill all your fantasies, Carmine,” he says, voice low and hot. “Even the ones you didn’t know you had.”
Another shiver races along my spine. “You think?” I ask, lifting my chin. “Because I have a lot of fantasies…”
He smirks. “Oh, I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together.” He lets his hand slide around my waist, cups my hips to pull me up against him. I arch my hips toward him, and he slides one thigh between my legs. I can feel the brush of his cock against my inner thigh, just briefly, before he leans back to reach for the drawer again. “But you’re underestimating the power of my imagination, Carmine. And you, my dear, are very inspiring…”
He reaches down and grabs my shirt. He pulls it up over my head, and tosses it aside, then takes a moment to gaze down at my body. I shiver again, even more so when he reaches beneath me to cup my breasts in his strong hands. He massages them gently, his fingers flick across my nipples, and even through the fabric of the bra I can feel them growing hard. Then he slides his hands around my sides and glides them down my waist toward my hips instead.
“God, you are fucking hot as hell. Spread your legs,” he orders, and I can’t help but obey. I spread them beneath him, as far as I can with his legs straddling me, and I gasp as he trails his fingers up my inner thighs, almost to the edge of my panties. Then, before he touches me, he lets his hands drop, before he can feel how fucking wet my pussy already is.
“I can see why other men have trouble,” he says, grinning. “You’re a lot to handle, aren’t you?”
I arch my back up into him as he starts to caress my ass through my skirt. “Maybe,” I admit, my voice low and throaty.
“Good. Like I told you, I enjoy a challenge.” He tilts his head. “Now, turn over.”
I lock eyes with him. Slowly, making sure to undulate my hips enough to catch his eye, I arch my hips up and rotate beneath him, my ass in the air. I check over my shoulder what he’s doing, but he slaps my ass, quick and light with one open palm.
“No peeking,” he says. “Otherwise I’ll have to blindfold you.”
“Is that a promise?” I ask, peering over my shoulder at him again. Before I can even react, he’s wrapping my shirt around my head. I gasp as he ties it tight around my face, rendering me blind.
“You want me to fill you up, Carmine?”
I swallow hard. We don’t have to have sex, I remind myself. But he’s here, and he’s fucking hot as hell, and his dirty talk is turning me on more than I even knew was possible. And if I’m honest, I haven’t wanted anyone to fuck me this much in a long, long time. “Yes,” I murmur, my voice soft.
“Louder,” he orders.
“Yes,” I say, forcefully this time.
I can hear the smirk in his voice when he answers. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Carmine.”
“Stuff me full, Caleb.”
“You want my cock in your pussy or your ass?”
My clit throbs just hearing those words. I take a deep breath, debating. But I already know. “My mouth first,” I say. “Then… Whatever you want to do to me.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he replies. “But first…” He runs a hand over my ass again, then slides his hand around the front to undo the zip of my skirt. He pulls it down slowly, inch by inch, to reveal my panties beneath. “You’re going to let me get you ready. I need to make sure you’re wet enough for me.”
I feel something cool and slim slide up my inner thigh. I gasp, as he traces it along the edges of my panties. Then he flicks a switch and it starts to vibrate.
My silver bullet vibrator.
I groan softly, rolling my hips back toward him. He runs the vibrator between my legs, tracing my lips through the thin fabric of my panties. Then he slides it back and presses it lightly against the tight pucker of my ass.
“You have quite the selection of toys here, Carmine. I wonder which one I should use… Which one would fill you up the best…” He slides the vibrator back toward my clit, and my whole
body shivers with the vibrations, anticipating the moment when it will brush against my clit.
He never quite touches it though. He slides the vibrator around to press against my mound, and I moan loudly without thinking, my hips bucking forward toward the sensation. He doesn’t let it touch my clit, sliding it away.
“Not so fast. You don’t get off that easy, dirty girl.”
I bite my lip with frustration, but force myself to still my hips as he draws the vibrator back down along my slit to circle my ass again. At the same time I can hear him rifling through my toy drawer, debating.
“Here we go.” The audible excitement in his voice makes me shiver again. He shuts off the vibrator, and I gasp a little, missing the sensation. Especially when he shifts away from me. I turn my head, try to get an idea what he’s doing. But I can’t see anything through the fabric across my face.
“Have you ever been spit-roasted, Carmine?”
I lick my lips and smile. “Never.”
“I think you’ll enjoy it.”
How did he know? I’ve always wanted that. But without another guy, how…?
I hear him draw something else from the drawer, then some rustling. Then he hooks a finger under my panties and yanks them down to my knees. Before I can ask, he grabs the blindfold too, and tugs it off.
I glance over my shoulder to find my double-sided dildo—the one with a dick on each end, both of them 8” long and at least a few inches thick circumference—always enough to make my pussy ache and strain to accommodate it—suction-cupped to the wall. I’d forgotten about that function.
I eye it, then glance at him again.
He’s grinning at me. “Back up, Carmine.”
I slide backwards across the bed, toward the dildo.
“On all fours,” he adds. “Face me.”
I turn to position myself in front of the thick cock, sticking straight out at hip height. Caleb leans over to grab my hips with one hand and the dildo with another. He guides me backwards until it’s poised at my entrance. Then he traces a finger along my slit, feeling the slick juices gathered there.
“Enjoying yourself, dirty girl?”
“So fucking much,” I murmur.
“I love how wet you are for me already.” He circles my entrance with a finger, teasing. I can feel the dildo pressing against my slit too, pushed aside by his thick, strong fingers.
“I want to see your cock. I want to touch you.”
He presses his finger against my pussy harder, the tip just edging into me. “Patience, dirty girl. You’ll get to taste me soon enough.” He pushes again, just hard enough to slide the tip of his finger into me. He goes slowly, so slow it’s maddening, driving himself into me an inch at a time. “First, I want a taste of you.”
I groan and buck against his hand as he pushes his finger as far inside my pussy as possible. I can feel him curling his finger against my inner wall, brushing down the front. When he adds a second finger, I can’t help moaning. When he adds the third, I’m already twisting my hips along his fingers, trying to thrust. But he holds me in place with his other hand, makes me sit still while he thrusts all three fingers inside me.
I can see the thick bulge in his pants, inches from my face now. Teasing. He’s visible even through his jeans, and I can only guess how large he’ll be exposed. My mouth goes wet just thinking about it.
He starts to slide his fingers in and out, fucking me slowly, all three digits thick enough to stretch my tight pussy, make me feel full.
Just when I’m starting to feel the tight, sweet ache in my clit, especially when he curls his fingers to graze my G-spot on their way along my inner walls, he pulls his hand out. I cry out faintly in protest.
Caleb just smirks at me as he lifts his fingertips to his mouth and, one at a time, slowly licks them clean. I catch my breath, watching him stare at me, ogling my naked body as he licks my pussy juices from his fingers.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs. Then he reaches for his shirt and pulls it off in one swift motion. I catch a glimpse of his six-pack, his chiseled pecs, and the tight V pointing down to his crotch. Then I’m distracted all over again, because he starts to unbutton his jeans.
Then he stops.
I grit my teeth, frustrated.
He’s still smirking at me.
“I want you to push that dildo inside you, Carmine.”
I reach between my legs to feel for it. Position the head against my pussy entrance again, and slowly slide myself backwards. The moment the head pops between my pussy lips, I have to moan. It’s so thick, it stretches me even more than his fingers did.
“Farther,” he urges.
I lean back. As I do, he inches the zipper down his fly. For every inch I push the dildo inside me, he shoves his jeans down his hips, until they hang at his knees, and only his boxers separate me from his cock. I can see him standing upright at attention now, hard as hell, the shape of the head visible through the thin fabric of his boxers.
I want him. But I know he won’t give himself to me easily. So I keep easing back until the dildo is fully inside my tight, wet pussy. Then I lift my head and meet his gaze.
“Fuck the dildo, dirty girl,” he orders.
I start to rock, forward and back, slowly.
As I do, he yanks his boxers down after his jeans.
The moment his cock springs free, my mouth begins to water. Fucking. Hell.
He’s huge.
I eye the veins along his shaft, the thick head bright red with lust. He has to be at least 9” long, and at least 3” thick. Bigger than the dildo that I’m currently impaled on, and that’s so thick my pussy is already aching from it. I reach for him without thinking, unable to resist.
He just grins down at me, eyes hooded and dark with lust, and lets me take his cock in my hands.
“Keep fucking, Carmine,” he reminds me, and I continue to rock back and forth along the dildo, moving a little faster now as my body heats with desire. I trace my hands along his length, then peer up at him through my lashes. His head tilts back a little, and I glory in the sight of his perfect body above me, the way his eyes catch mine and burn red-hot with lust.
“Can I taste you?” I ask.
“Lick my cock,” he says. “But don’t put me in your mouth. Not yet. You need to earn this spit-roast, dirty girl.”
I don’t need telling twice. I lean down to trail my tongue along the side of his cock, from the base all the way to the tip. Fuck. He even tastes good—the taste is salty and heady at once, the same heavy masculine scent that permeates his body. He smells like sex and fire all at once, and I cannot get enough of it.
I lick him from base to shaft, over and over, tracing the individual ridges of his veins, circling my tongue around his thick, bulbous tip. I reach up to cup his balls at the same time, toying with them as I continue to lick back and forth along him. I run my tongue over the top of his cock, then along the sides, and peer up at him at the same time. I love the way his lips part and his eyes go hungry as he watches me licking his cock, all the while thrusting back against the dildo, feeling it spear deep inside my pussy.
“Faster,” he orders, and I start to buck my hips faster, rocking back and forth between him and the dildo. If I close my eyes I can imagine I’m pinned between Caleb and another man, fucking me hard from behind while I lick Caleb’s cock, taste the salty bead of pre-cum that gathers on the top of his dick.
“Now, take my cock in your mouth,” he orders.
I can barely suppress the shiver of pure lust that runs through my body as I part my lips and take the head of his cock into my mouth. I can still feel the dildo deep inside my pussy, and it’s driving me wild to have him between my lips. He digs his hands into my hair, gripping tight enough to make my eyes water as he slowly inches himself farther into my mouth.
“Fuck yes, just like that, dirty girl,” he hisses between clenched teeth.
Inch by inch, I take him in, letting my tongue rove across his thick, veined shaft.
I moan in response and I’m rewarded by his hands fisting in my hair, a faint gasp escaping him. I moan again, throatier this time, and that seems to set him over the edge. He thrusts deep into my mouth, all at once, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I tense, almost gagging, but he pulls my hair to get my attention. I look up at him and catch him watching me, eyes dark with lust.
“Relax, Carmine. Let me fill you completely.”
I let him take over, force my body to go slack. His cock slides into my throat, and I groan with desperation at the sensation of being so fucking full, my pussy tight around the dildo and my throat tight around his head.
Just when it becomes almost too much, when I struggle to breathe, Caleb pulls back, just far enough to let me catch my breath, the tip of his cock still between my lips. Then he thrusts into my mouth again, and I relax into him, finding our rhythm. He pumps his cock against my face mercilessly, the motion rocking me back against the dildo with every thrust until it feels like he’s fucking me from both ends at once. The whole time he keeps a tight hold on my hair, and every time I glance up at him, he’s watching me with indescribable, desperate lust, like he cannot drink in enough of what he’s seeing.
“Fuck yes you dirty little girl, take me all the way inside you. Take every inch of my thick cock. You feel that?”
I moan.
“You like that dirty girl? You like me stuffing both your holes at once?”
I reach up to cup his ass and pull him against my face in response, ramming his cock against the back of my throat again. He groans, a low sound, so guttural it almost sounds like a growl.
We’re close. I can feel it. My whole body is tense with the need to orgasm, and I can sense Caleb’s abs flexing in response for his own. I want it, so fucking badly. I want to taste his cum. I want him to come in my throat while he’s stuffing me full like this. I clench my fists tight around the muscles of his rock hard ass.
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