His breath is tickling my ear. His touch as he removes my bra is leaving chill bumps behind. He leans back to look at me as he bares my body to him. His eyes change as he takes me in. I feel barer with him staring at me like that than I ever have naked in front of a man. "Fucking beautiful. Just as I suspected."
He grabs the waistband of my thong and pulls it down my legs in a hurry, ridding my body of the one piece of fabric that remains, before leaning forward and taking my hardened nipple in his mouth. Placing my palms down on the desk, I arch my back, wanting him to suck harder from the flicking motion he's doing with his tongue. He gets the hint and sucks hard before switching to the other side.
I look down at the sexy man at my breasts. He's still wearing way too many clothes for my liking. "Ugh uh." I grab the bottom hem of his shirt and tug it up his body until it's at his underarms. "Off."
He bites down on my nipple before standing upright and raising his arms for me to remove his shirt. I have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning out in embarrassment. "You want to see the goods?"
I toss his shirt on the floor as I stare at that beautiful, sculpted torso. I scan all of the muscles slowly until our eyes meet once again. He has that cocky grin that guys get when they know that you want them. The beauty of being a woman is that you can own it or lie. I choose to own it.
I grab the waistband of his jeans as I hook my heels on the back of his thighs and slip the button through the slit. "I've wanted the goods since you made me come without even whipping it out in that tattoo shop. That takes a special brand of talent. I want an up close look at the hardware responsible."
"Well in that case, bring it out. I wouldn't want to disappoint you now," he says without that sexy grin fading one bit. I grab ahold of his hips and rub my hands around that smooth, tight skin, until they're at his lower back. I slip my hands underneath the black, elastic band of his briefs and push them both over his ass. Grabbing the front, I pull it out and push the material down until his cock springs free, my eyes focused at his crotch as it comes into view, fully hard and ready for action.
Fuck, that's one beautiful dick...
The wetness between my legs increases to an uncomfortable level as I take it in for the first time, size and all. Not only is it longer in size than average, but it also has the girth to accompany it. Seeing it is so much better than just feeling it behind shorts. This is going to be fun.
I slide my heels against the back of his legs, pulling the back off of my foot, before letting my stilettos fall to the floor. His arms remain at his sides. He doesn't make an immediate attempt to touch me again. That is a dick I wouldn't mind sucking. Placing my hands on the edge of the desk, I hop off and squat, grabbing the waistband of his jeans once again, before pulling them down to his ankles for him to step out of. He does, just after kicking off his shoes, fully baring himself.
I enclose my hand around his cock, getting a feel for his size now that I can see it. It's as hard as a rock, the veins visible. He's completely shaven, the way I like it. I glance up at him as I lightly stroke it. "You clean?"
"Always," he responds, saying nothing more.
"Do you not want to know if I am?"
"I would if I didn't already know you are. Suck away."
I'm not even going to ask. That shit is going to be discussed later. I continue to stroke, pulling him closer to me with my other hand on his ass, as I sit back on my heels, lowering my height just a little. I'm going for the balls first. Every guy likes his balls played with as long as you handle with care. I place my mouth around the soft skin, making sure I leave my teeth out of the equation, before lightly sucking, massaging it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
His hands immediately grab ahold of my hair, fisting it roughly as he grunts. I continue for a few seconds before switching sides. "I'm glad to see you know what the fuck you're doing," he says in an uneven tone, clearly enjoying it.
I smile inside, knowing I haven't even really gotten started yet. Narrowing my tongue into a point, I swipe it up the line that separates the two testicles, before running it along the underside of his cock as I hold it from above, not stopping until I reach the head. I stand to my knees as I take the head into the shape of my mouth, first swirling my tongue around it to moisten it. I lick over the tip of the head, running my tongue over the slit to check for the bead of pre-cum I want present. The salty mixture is there, but only briefly.
I close my mouth around him, relaxing the back of my throat, and changing the flow of my breathing to nasal only. I take him into my mouth completely, until the head of his dick hits the back of my throat, increasing the production of saliva. When I know I'm fully relaxed, I hold the end of his shaft with only two fingers and pull back, creating suction as I do, using my mouth as a lubricant.
When I reach the head I flick my tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside, the small triangular shape between the shaft and the head, before taking him once again, only this time quickening my pace and creating a fast rhythm of repetition. His fist tightens in my hair, pulling every few seconds. If only he knew that's like hitting the NOS button in a street race. I suck faster, grabbing ahold of his balls in my free hand, massaging as I suck.
"Fucking shit. Enough," he barks out, pulling my hair, hard, until his dick falls from my mouth, making me even wetter than I already am.
I look up at him from underneath my eyelashes. "Did you come prepared?"
He reaches around the desk and pulls open a drawer. When he closes it and raises his arm, a strip of condoms fall open from the one he's holding in his hand. "The question is, did you?"
I reach up and tear off the bottom condom, before ripping it open with my teeth. I spit out the end piece, as my eyes stay locked with his. "If you can keep up with me, baby, you'll go down in my history book."
I place the opening of the condom on the head of his dick and roll it out, down the length of his cock. He's looking down at me, watching me do what most guys usually do with ease. His jaw is twitching as if he's working it back and forth. "Kaston Cox. Get ready to write it down."
With a smile on my face I stand to my feet, watching him the entire time. I cross my left foot over my right and slowly turn until I'm facing the desk. I look to my left shoulder and reach my right arm over my head, running my fingertips down my left hairline, sweeping my hair over my right shoulder, revealing my neck, before placing both palms face down on the desk as I bend forward, waving my ass seductively. "My pussy is ready for you, Kaston. Don't hold back."
He takes a step forward and wraps one arm around my waist, lifting me slightly to alter my body weight onto my toes. Not wasting any time, he presses his head to my opening, before ramming himself inside of me as deep as he can go, without even checking to see that I'm wet. My back arches on reflex as he fills me completely. He pulls back and slams into me once again, hitting something deep inside, causing me to tense. "I don't plan on it," he says between thrusts, before moving both hands to my hips for leverage.
He continues in a repeated motion, thrusting as hard as he can, not stopping before doing it again. He's not allowing me to adjust to his size, but making me. Each time he enters me he clenches tighter on my hips, digging his fingers into my skin. I moan out and grab ahold of the edge of the desk in my hands to hold me steady as I take him, all of him. He has enough length that I can feel him close to my cervix. With each hit I get a small pain in my abdomen, but as he pulls out the pleasure quickly replaces it. I will endure it. I will not be a pussy.
When he enters me again I tighten around his cock, causing him to grind his hips into me, lifting me enough that he can press deeper. "Fuck. Pull my hair."
I hear a throaty groan from behind me as he takes my hair in his hand, wrapping it around his fist, before pulling back hard on my head, making my body arch even more, my pussy more exposed. "Again," he says. "Squeeze my cock. Show me how much you want it."
I do as told. "Fuck," he mumbles in a hushed whisper, before pulling my hair hard
er, standing me mostly upright. He moves one hand to my breast and the other to my clit. He remains still inside me, focusing now on massaging my clit as he pinches my nipple between his index finger and thumb. My head automatically leans back against his shoulder, unable to move with him doing that.
He presses his lips against my ear as he rubs my clit with his finger. "You want to show me how good that pussy is? Make me come...but first, I want you to turn around and memorize the face you're going to be seeing for a while. Brand me into your memory, because I will be the only one you spread your legs for. Now I've gotten a taste and I like it. You can even call me hooked. This pussy was molded for me."
"Is that a challenge?"
"It's a request."
He says that as if it's a plea... and now more than ever I want to make him come. I want to milk him dry.
He releases my breast and replaces his hold on my chin, turning my head to look at him, still bringing me to the edge of orgasm as he speaks, as if he doesn't even have to concentrate on getting me off. His eyes remain glued to mine as he kisses my lips. His voice never reaches a shout, making him more intense. "You can be stubborn or you can face it, but you know you want me too. Don't think for a second that I won't kill for you."
Most girls would be scared, but me, I guess I have to be just as fucking crazy as he is, because that has to be the sexiest thing I've ever been promised by a man. The one thing I have to remember...if he wants me, he will pay. Desire doesn't keep you alive.
Just when I'm about to come he stops, pulls out of me, and spins me around, before lifting me back on the desk and pushes me back. The wood is cold against my back. He presses into my clit as he shoves his dick back inside of me and starts up again, rubbing against my clit with a pressure as he fucks me...hard. I pull my feet to rest on top of the desk, spreading wider for him. "This pussy is mine. Say it."
"We’ll see," I respond honestly.
He leans forward and grabs my hands in his, raising them above my head as he presses in deeper. "Are you trying to piss me off?"
I raise my hips, pressing closer to him. He makes me feel full, free of void. "Why do you want me? This is just sex. After we get this out of our systems you'll move on to the next one, same as me. It's no big deal. It's who we are."
"Just alike..."
He says it so matter of fact. I can't say anything more as he pounds deep inside of me, never letting up. Something happens between us that is foreign. I can't take my eyes off of him, nor can he off me. "I don't know why I want you, but what I do know is that nofuckingbody else is going to touch you this way until we figure it out. This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Say it," he grits out with another thrust, hitting something vaguely familiar.
"Oh fuck. Do that again."
"You like that?"
He hits that spot again. Hell, that feels so good. My back arches off the table as an abnormal build starts to occur. "Yes. Shit. Please don't stop."
"You want more?"
That dark voice only adds to it. "Yes." My mouth falls open, the moans unstoppable. An all-consuming feeling occurs, causing me to curl my toes as my legs start to close without demand, pressing against his sides. His thrusts become rougher, needy. "Oh fuck. I'm coming. Yes. Holy shit."
My pussy clenches tight around his dick as my fingers claw into the back of his hands. My feet reflexively press into the desk, lifting my pelvis into him more, as if they are working from memory. "Fuck, you are beautiful when you come. It's like it's the first time..."
It feels like it is...
Everything is playing in slow motion. I want to keep going, but I want to stop and enjoy it all. It's a strange yet amazing feeling. His mouth goes for my nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his thrusts become more shallow and slower, as if he’s about to come. I control my muscle contractions, tightening around him. “Fuck,” he groans against my breast. “Again.” He voice deepens and his pace slows once more, until he stills completely.
My legs wrap around his waist, my pussy throbbing and wanting more. Maybe it's the alcohol and maybe it's the fact that I want another one of those. A clit orgasm feels good, but it's a short burst. That was more like an eight second ride. It probably felt longer than it was, but it was intense the entire time.
He releases the hold on my hands. "You done?" My grin is spreading, feeling like a champion.
He looks down and I can feel his dick move inside of me, flexing like a muscle, confirming he is still hard. His grin matches mine. "Hell no. You're going to make me come again. After that I'm ready to marathon, baby. I want to see what you got. You haven't been fucked properly until you walk out of here sore."
He pulls out of me and I drop my legs from his waist. I prop up on my forearms as I watch him remove the condom, tossing it in a trashcan. He quickly grabs another and tears into it, replacing the used one. Sliding his hands behind my back he pulls me toward him. "Hold on."
He picks me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He walks to the bed and tosses me on top, coming to lean down over me. "You ready to say it yet?"
I study his expression. You can never read him. He has an impeccable poker face. "You're really serious? You want to keep this going after only one time? Should I be concerned?"
"That's what I said isn't it?"
"Why? What's the big catch or small print disclaimer that I'm missing?"
"If I recall you said, make me yours or cut me loose. Well I'm choosing to make you mine...for now. I'm not double dipping behind someone else. I am not sharing your pussy with another dick. From the look on your face earlier I know you aren't ready to move on yet. Say it."
"You are such an ass. Fine. If you keep making me come like that then yeah, I'll agree, but I come with a warning label for a consistent relationship of sorts. If you want me beyond tonight you will pay…financially. You can call it what you want, but if we're being honest that's it. I'm not here for love and I'm not here for forever. I'm here for give and take, nothing more and nothing less. I have requirements for the men that I date, so now that you know what you're getting into, do you still want it?"
I'm sure he's going to back out and that's fine. After tonight it's time to move on. No man like him wants a woman after his wallet. He can find a willing applicant to spread her legs without the hassle anywhere. Rich men have too much fucking money to care and that's most often what they're looking for anyway, because it's a control mechanism. It works for them and it works for me, unless they're married. Even I have limits.
He just stares at me, saying nothing. He moves off of me and sits on the bed, before scooting to the center. My brows dip as I turn to look at him. He places his hands interlocked behind his head as he leans against the headboard, completely fucking naked and hard, his cock on display and ready to be ridden. Why the hell is he so fucking hot?
"No comment?"
And that smirk returns.
"You're pretty straight forward, huh?"
I shrug. "Things usually work out in my favor that way. I'm not really fond of bullshit. See, things are just better for us to have a good time and part ways tomorrow morning. We have two very different goals in mind."
"Or the same."
"Meaning..."
"We'll figure it out. For now, I'm curious. That doesn't happen very often. If you want access to my wallet, then find lots of ways to make me come. Like you said, give and take. Equal opportunity. A win for both of us."
"You're really down for this? You're okay with us just openly using each other? Have you lost your fucking mind?"
"Call it what you want," he says sarcastically with a grin, repeating me from earlier. This is becoming a pattern between us. "Good pussy might be worth it to me. Like the perfect suit yours fits like a glove, so I'll buy it, no matter what it costs. All good things come with a price. Are we going to sit here and talk or are we going to fuck?"
I stare at him, completely fucking in awe with a shit-eating grin on my face.
Where have you been all of my life...
I barrel roll onto my hands and knees, before crawling toward him. I stand to my knees, straddled over his legs. Walking up the length, I stop directly above his dick, his still fully hard dick. How is that even fucking possible without medication? We haven't touched each other for several minutes now, post orgasm.
Our eyes lock, cocky grins mirroring one another. I grab the shaft of his cock and hold it steady as I sit down, consuming it in its entirety. "You're such an asshole," I breathe out, my voice only coming out in a whisper as the pleasure of his dick inside me takes forefront in my mind once again, making it hard to think of anything else.
He presses his thumb to my clit and starts to rub as I begin to rock my bottom half back and forth, letting his dick hit the interior walls, making me almost forget the entire conversation. "It takes one to know one," he says in a deepened tone.
I lean back and place my hands on his legs, arching my back and letting my head fall back, the tips of my hair brushing against my ass. "I know. It's perfect."
I change motions, using my bent legs to push off, sliding up and down on his dick. As I start to sit back down he pushes my pelvis back, his dick hitting that spot again. I take the hint and continue in a rocking motion once again. "Then use it to your advantage. Fuck my cock, make yourself come, and make me come. It doesn't get any more perfect than that."
That's the last thing I remember before my brain detours into oblivion, something that I can't recall it doing during sex one single time in my life. If this is what it means to be marked by him, then my body is completely and irreversibly his, though I’m not sure for how long. Some marks are permanent...and that's the part that's nerve racking.
I roll over to something on the pillow crinkling under my face. I grab the note and roll back over onto my back. I have to work at opening my eyes, but after a few seconds of rubbing they come unglued from the sleep present trying to keep them sealed shut. My head is pounding and I want to do nothing but sleep. I need food, I need water, and I need to brush my teeth. That reminds me...
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