by Tessa Thorne
“Thanks,” I say, lowering my hand from his shoulder and rubbing his arm. “I really appreciate that.”
“That’s some momma bear shit right there,” he says. “Shit, I’m not scared of nobody, but I wouldn’t want to fuck with you.”
“You actually fucked me pretty good,” I say before snapping my mouth shut with a loud click of my teeth.
Oh my God. Did I just say that? That smug look on his face says I did. How come I can tell Ethan to use his inner voice, but I can’t manage it myself?
“I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Didn’t you?” he asks, eyeing me hungrily as he takes my hand in his, and slowly strokes his thumb up my wrist and onto my arm, pushing back the sleeve of my robe.
“I mean, yeah,” I say, feeling goosebumps rising across my arm, and shifting my legs under me as I feel an intense heat rising in my core. “I’m not saying you were bad.”
“What are you saying then?” he asks as he leans in toward me. I can see his cock starting to rise inside his shorts. He isn’t even trying to hide it.
I drop my eyes to his hand as he slowly pushes my sleeve past my elbow, lightly stroking my arm with his strong, callused thumb.
“I don’t know,” I say, my voice a husky whisper.
He takes his hand from my arm and lifts my chin gently till I’m looking him in the eyes. They're a whirlwind of emotions. I can still see that sadness in the back, partially concealed behind a raging inferno of passion. I wet my suddenly dry lips with my tongue and gasp as he leans all the way in and presses his hot lips against mine.
It starts as a one-way kiss, his lips pressing hard against mine. His tongue presses in between my lips, licking them, nudging them open to taste mine.
I want to avoid this so badly. There’s nowhere good this can lead. I can’t be with a mafia hitman. But in the moment, with my body hungry for his, chased by all the bad decisions I’ve made in my life, what’s one more? Especially when it feels so good.
I press back against his lips, and hungrily lick his invading tongue. He sits up on the couch on his knees, and wraps his arms around my body and the back of my neck, pulling me into his chest.
He kisses me madly, his hands grabbing my ass through the robe and pulls me on his lap. His lips travel down my jaw, onto my neck, then my ear where he gently nibbles on my lobe.
I gasp as he sucks on my earlobes, and I pull away from him suddenly. I want to tell him we need to stop, that we can’t do this. But the voice of reason is drowned out by my passion.
“We have to be quiet,” I gasp as he pulls me back and kisses his way down my neck, biting me on the soft flesh.
“I can stay quiet,” he says as he kneads my ass with a strong hand and moves his other hand to my belt. “Can you?”
“I’ll try,” I say as he unties my robe and reaches up to pull it down from my shoulders. I press my hand against his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath his rock-hard chest. “This can’t be a regular thing.”
“Don’t worry.” He grins as he pulls the robe down my shoulders onto my arms. My breasts pop out from underneath the robes, swelling with my deep breaths. “I don’t do it regular. I like to get freaky.”
“Oh God,” I moan as he palms my heaving breasts and squeezes them roughly, lifting my nipples into his hot mouth. I never knew I like to have them played with like this before. Sure, I’d tug on my nipples when I got myself off, sometimes even squeezing them, but never like this. Never this rough. But it seems to come naturally to him. Like he can’t contain himself around my tits. It makes me so hot thinking that he can’t hold himself back around me.
He pulls his mouth from my peaks and squeezes them between his fingers, pulling on them until I gasp. I clench my teeth together, holding in my breath, trying not to make another sound. At first it hurts, but it’s a thrilling hurt, promising pleasures to come. He releases one, letting the blood rush in, setting it on fire before he descends on it with his warm, wet mouth. His tongue soothes the pain into intense pleasure with long, broad strokes before sucking it back into his greedy mouth.
I toss my head back, moaning softly as he pulls back from one breast. I fist his hair tightly, threatening to pull his thick hair from his scalp as he moves from one breast to the other. He pulls back from the other breast, cupping them in his hands, then looks up at me, my lips parted, quietly gasping for breath.
“Do you know what these tits do to me?” he asks as he gives them a not-so-gentle squeeze. “You know how hard it is to form a coherent thought when I see these?”
I grin down at him and wrap my fingers tightly around the shaft of his hard cock pressing up a tent in his shorts, and squeeze.
“Yeah.” I giggle. “How do you think I feel when I see this?”
“I don’t know. I can’t get inside a broad’s head,” he says as he slides a hand roughly down my stomach and cups my dripping pussy in his hand.
“I only know how to get inside their pussy.” He dips a finger inside me, testing for wetness. His finger slides inside me easily, and I can hear the slick sounds of my arousal as he works my juices around my pussy lips.
I gasp and rise on my knees as he shoves his finger hard into my dripping pussy all the way to his knuckle. I throw my head back and bite my lip as he pulls back and plunges back in with two fingers. I’m breathing heavy through my nose, trying to keep silent as he works me furiously.
God, I hope the sound my pussy is making isn’t as loud as it seems.
“You ever taste how sweet you are?” he asks as he slows down, curling his fingers inside me, rubbing against my G-spot.
I look down at him through pleasure-glazed eyes, and shake my head silently. It took me forever to get over the shame of touching myself. It took even longer to get myself off for the first time. I’ve never dared to taste myself.
He pulls his fingers out of me and slowly brings them up to my lips. They’re glistening wet, coated all the way to his knuckles in my honey. He presses the tips of his fingers against my bottom lip, opening my mouth, and dips them gently into my mouth. I hesitate for a moment before gently touching my tongue against his fingers.
I don’t know why I’m surprised that I like how I taste. He moves his fingers till they're on the flat of my tongue and I lick my juices clean off them, wrapping my lips around his fingers, sucking them like a cock.
“That’s a good girl,” he says as he lowers his hand to my chest and presses my back down onto the couch.
“Now make sure you stay quiet,” he says as he pushes my knees up, throws my robe to the side, and presses his shoulders between my legs.
I look down at him past my heaving breasts, waiting for his hot mouth to press against my steaming pussy. He looks back at me with his usual cocky smirk on his face, licks his lips, and presses them against the gentle slope of my belly. I gasp as he kisses his way lower, slowly teasing me with every touch. His hands are on the back of my thighs, rubbing them gently, squeezing them, moving to my ass.
I want to grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face, but his eyes, still locked onto mine, hold me in place, a prisoner to his every whim.
I breathe in deeply as his kisses travel down my stomach, onto my pelvis, raining down on the crease to my thighs. I feel his hot breath on my pussy as he kisses from one thigh to the other, only hinting at a kiss on my pussy.
“Please,” I beg, lifting my hips off the couch, trying to get his lips on my pussy. “I can’t take it anymore.”
He hovers his mouth over me, gently breathing on my wet lips. I can feel his breath on every fold of my pussy. I can feel my juices dripping, slipping down between the crack of my ass.
His hands are on my cheeks, squeezing them and holding me in place as he spreads my ass. I feel a finger dipping gently inside me and then gasp as he gently rubs my overflowing wetness over my rosebud. I nearly jump at his touch, unsure what to do.
He grins at me as I watch him press a lingering soft kiss agai
nst my pussy, just as his finger presses against my tight ring. My heart is beating so fast that my breath comes in ragged starts. I don’t know whether to urge him on or hold him back, but he doesn’t leave it up to me.
He kisses me again, right on my pussy, and dips his hot tongue between my folds, scooping my juices into his mouth as his finger circles around my tight hole and gently presses against me. I grit my teeth together and toss my head side to side, trying to keep quiet as his tongue starts to work me with vigor and he gently plays with my ass. I feel myself loosening up, giving in easier and easier to every press of his digit.
He kisses his way lower and I throw my head back, grunting through my teeth as he dips his tongue inside me and starts fucking me with his long tongue. His finger continues to push inside me, testing me until he breaks past my tight ring. I arch my back hard, lifting my hips up, pressing them against his face as his finger slips deeper inside me, and he licks me in broad circular strokes up and down my pussy. I’ve never felt anything like this before. He’s inside me, but not in any way I’ve ever felt before. I can feel him slowly working his finger inside me, stretching me with each knuckle of his finger as he works his way deeper and deeper, using my own juices to ease his way inside me.
I grit my teeth as the pleasure builds, and I can feel an orgasm fast approaching. I fist his hair and shove my hips up, grinding my pussy in his face. He holds me up against him with one hand on my ass, the other fucking my asshole with one finger. I pant through my nose, squirming under him until he slides his mouth over my clit, wraps his lips around it and sucks, flicking my button with his tongue.
I pull him against me even harder as I cum, shoving my pussy into his face as I drive my face against the back of the couch so I can muffle my groans. My pussy spasms, the hollow feeling inside me at odds with my ass clenching around his finger, filling me in a way I never thought possible.
As the pleasure subsides, I lower my hips back to the couch and let go of his hair. He arches his head back to look into my dilated eyes.
“That’s a very good girl,” he says as he strokes his finger inside me again. I groan, feeling my ass clenching again around his finger one last time before he pulls it out. “You’re so tight, I thought you were gonna pinch off my finger.”
“If you were anyone else and you did that, I’d use a hedge clipper.” I giggle lightly, my voice scratchy. I feel hollow when he pulls his finger out of me. I can’t believe how good it felt having him in there when I came. I never considered letting anyone play with my ass before. Only in my fantasies. I always thought it’d hurt like hell. But now I almost want him back inside me, to test my limits. See how far he can push me.
“What you gonna do since I’m me?” He grins as he leans back up, licking my juices from his lips then kissing me gently on the insides of my thighs.
“You’re going to have to wait and see,” I say as I press my hands against his chest and push him back against the couch. He grins as I climb on top of him and start kissing him gently on the mouth as I feel his cock twitching inside his shorts against my body.
I kiss him down his chin, licking my juices off him as I wrap my fingers around his shaft and tug on his cock through his shorts.
“I can’t let you go to sleep with your cock all hard like this, can I?” I ask, trying to put on that same cocky smirk he loves showing me.
“That’d be pretty rude.” He grins back.
“I’d be a very bad houseguest,” I say as I kiss him down his chest, pulling up his shirt so I can lick his abs.
God damn. I never thought I’d get my hands on a man this hard. His stomach feels like steel made from flesh. I drag my tongue through the ridges in his abs, tasting the light sweat on his body. I can feel his breath quickening as I work my way down his body, crawling down the couch till I can rest my head on his hip, his cock struggling to get out from under his shorts.
“It looks so big from here,” I say to myself as I hook my hands into the hem of his shorts and lift my head so I can tear them down his legs.
He lifts his head and helps me move them down before folding his arms behind his neck and propping himself up so he can watch me.
“You enjoying the show?” I ask, licking my lips.
He nods as he settles himself onto the couch, waiting for me. I’m glad he likes it, because this is the first time in my life that I’ve actually tried to tease, and I’m glad I’m not making a fool of myself.
Looking hot and seducing ‘broads’ may come easy to Rocco, but this is something I’ve never tried to do. My first time having sex was a drunken fuck where I didn’t even cum. But I got pregnant. Every other time I’ve had sex was with an increasingly alcoholic Harry who refused to even consider Viagra even though he started having a hard time getting it up.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts of that bastard. He has no place in my thoughts anymore. And definitely not now. The only thing that matters right now is this massive cock twitching in my face, demanding to be sucked.
I gently run my fingers up his shaft, feeling it twitching against my fingers. I wrap my hand softly around him and squeeze, feeling its hardness.
“I can’t believe it’s so hard,” I say to myself, and he nods with a pleased look on his face.
“Can you tell me what you’re thinking?” I ask as I lean in and plant a gentle kiss on the tip of his dick.
“Really?” He laughs.
“Yeah.” I grin as I press another kiss against his cock and flick my tongue lightly under his tip. “Be honest.”
“I’m wondering how much of my cock you can swallow.” He grins.
I press another kiss on his cock, and it jumps again. I kiss him on the tip and open my mouth, swallowing the tip of his cock inside my mouth and swirl my tongue around him.
He groans and shifts his hips as he looks down on me with slitted eyes.
“I’m wondering that myself,” I say as I come up for air before plunging down on his cock again.
I work my jaw wider this time, feeling my muscles straining as I work his cock deeper inside me. I press my tongue flat under his cock, massaging it as I pull back and then plunge down again, trying to force more of him into my mouth.
I look up at him as I pull off his cock to swallow and catch my breath.
“Do you like that?” I ask as I stroke his cock and plant wet kisses on his shaft, lazily dragging my lips over him.
He nods as I go down on him again, trying to stretch my jaw wider with every plunge. I push down on him more and more, till I can feel the tip of his cock pressing up against my throat, and I slowly get used to the sensation. I look up at him through moist eyes, and watch him as I bob up and down on his cock.
I pull back off, tucking the loose strands of my hair back behind my ears, catching my breath again. Instead of swallowing, I do what I’ve seen in the few pornos I’ve watched. I spit over his cock, working his shaft with my spit, then plunge down again. I work his shaft tightly as I bob up and down, trying to stay down longer this time. I can feel his breaths coming faster and faster as he starts to work his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth as I press down on him.
He reaches out, fists my hair and presses me down on his cock as he thrusts himself deep into my throat. I can feel his cock swelling inside my mouth, and he groans through gritted teeth as jets of hot cum shoot into my mouth against the back of my throat.
I greedily swallow every drop, sucking him off until he gives me everything he has. He lets go of my hair, letting his arms drop to his sides as he finishes emptying his balls inside me. I pull off him as I swallow the last of his cum, sucking on the length of his cock like a huge popsicle. All the while I continue rubbing his shaft with my wet thumb until it springs out of my mouth with a wet pop.
He pulls himself up so he can look down on me with a wide smile on his face. “That was fucking insane,” he says. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”
“Me neither.” I laugh quietly as I lick the last drops of his
salty cum off my lips. “You inspired me.”
“That BJ was way better than a painting.” He laughs as he leans in and gives me another kiss.
I look at him as the post-sex bliss starts to slowly fade and the press of guilt and regret rushes its way back into my conscience. This was a bad idea. Now he’s going to think he can have me every night. As good as that felt, I can’t slip up and let it happen again. And I don’t want to get used to it. I can’t be with someone like him. No matter how comfortable I feel around him, or how good he makes me feel.
“I gotta clean up and get to bed,” I say.
He looks at me with that devilish glint back in his eyes. I know he wants more. His cock is still mostly hard, and already starting to rise again. I know he’d be ready in a second if I was willing to jump on top of him. But even if I didn’t know that’d be the worst idea, I have so much work to get done tomorrow to catch up on the work I missed last week, that I can’t afford to go to work tired.
“That sounds like a good idea.” He smiles. “I don’t think you could keep quiet with my cock inside you.”
I can’t believe I’m blushing at that after what we just did, but I feel it all over my chest. He’s right, too. There’s no way I could keep quiet if he fucked me the way he did the first time. I only have so much self-control.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I say as I gather my robe around me and take the glass and his empty beer bottles into the kitchen. “This was a lapse of judgment,” I say, glancing at the bottle of wine like it’s to blame. “This won’t happen again.”
He stands up, pulls his shorts up over his still half-hard cock, and pulls his shirt back down over his stomach. I die a little on the inside when I see those abs disappear under the thin white cloth.
