by Alexis Angel
Opening my legs, I lace them around his waist and pull him in; he comes willingly, offering me no resistance. Crossing my legs behind his back, I place my straight arms over his shoulders as he angles his cock so that it’s aiming right at my pussy. With a grin full of lustful promises, he thrusts, his cock parting my inner lips in the blink of an eye.
This time he doesn’t build the rhythm - no, he goes all in right from the start, moving his hips so furiously that it’s almost impossible to tell when he’s thrusting in or pulling out. He leans in toward me and kisses me, his tongue immediately finding the way between my lips; our tongues wrestle against one another as our bodies move in a violent dance of sin and lust.
I’m not innocent or naive, and I have a fair share of experience under my belt, but this… Oh, this is something else entirely. I’ve never been fucked like this, so hard that it feels like blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every single nerve ending I have.
Somehow, Liam manages to go even faster then, his thighs moving so fast that it should be physically impossible. Taking his hands to my ass, he pushes my cheeks apart - moving one hand slightly, he reaches for my ass hole with one finger and starts to caress it slightly, my brain almost exploding with the sensory overload. His cock ravaging me, his finger on my ass, his chest pressed against my hard nipples… This is too much.
I scream like a banshee, the muscles in my neck straining to accommodate the violence that climbs up my throat. The moment he feels my body tensing up, he presses his finger against my ass more harshly and slides it in halfway, my ass clenching around it.
Instead of letting me savor my orgasm, he simply keeps thrusting, feeding one more inch of his finger into my ass. My hands turn into claws and I bury them in his back, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even register it: he simply keeps fucking me as if he needed to do it in order to survive.
Scratching his back, my eyelids droop as I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits. The pleasure that rages through me is so intense I still can’t believe I haven’t passed out yet. His cock flies in and out of me at a furious pace, ravaging me completely as my muscles keep on spasming as if I were having a seizure. Riding pleasure’s peak, I start feeling another wave of ecstasy coming for me - two heartbeats later and it crashes against my mind, scorching all of my nerve endings and making my body go limp. If he wasn’t holding me I’d just collapse onto the floor like a used rag.
Somehow, even though I can barely feel anything aside from the fires of pleasure, I notice his cock spasming harshly inside my pussy. He’s on the edge as well, and it’s a good thing too - I doubt I could endure one more minute of such delight. Who knew that pleasure could ever be too much?
I sigh deeply as his cock starts to twitch uncontrollably, gushing his warm seed deep inside me. He stops moving his body as he comes, filling me up to the brim with thick ropes of white cum. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, gushing so much semen that it starts dripping out of my pussy and pooling on the floor at our feet.
Slowly, he pulls back from me and takes a deep breath as his cock finally stops spasming. He pulls it out of me gently, a shiver going up my spine as he does it. I lean back against the seat, tilting my head back and breathing deeply; his hand goes down the side of my body and, when I open my eyes, he’s on his knees. Our eyes meet and a savage grin burns on his face immediately. Without warning, he leans forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy; reacting by sheer instinct I lay my hands on top of his head as he licks my folds, scooping his own cum.
“Oh, God…” I whisper, his lips sucking my folds dry. He jabs at my insides with his tongue, pushing it past my inner lips and using it to lick his cum. Pulling back, he goes up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He doesn’t say a word - he just leans into me with slightly parted lips, his semen making his mouth glisten.
I close my eyes as he kisses me, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. His salty flavor inundates me at once, and I just have to open my mouth wide. I take all the cum he holds inside his mouth, feeling thick drops of it dripping down my chin. When my mouth’s full, I finally pull back, my heart almost ready to burst.
“Swallow,” he says with a wicked smile, drops of semen still hanging on his lips. I don’t even filter his command, I just do it. I swallow every single drop of cum, feeling it’s harsh manly flavor burning down my throat. “Good girl,” he tells me, leaning into me for one final kiss.
Kissing me softly, he then pulls back from me and caresses my face with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on mine.
“I don’t know what the hell just happened…” He whispers, a tenderness in his eyes. “But this was… something else.”
“It was,” I nod, not knowing what else to say. There was a certain roughness to the way he handled me but, underneath the surface, there was a closeness that I’ve never experienced with a man before. It was as if our souls were bonding, as stupid as it may sound.
Oh, Liam is going to be the end of me.
Liam
Ushering Cara into my apartment, I watch as she walks in, loving how she looks in my space. I could get used to seeing her here.
I don’t know what the fuck has happened to me in the last few days, but I’m thinking all kinds of insane thoughts that I’ve made a point of avoiding for my entire adult life.
I’m breaking all kinds of rules it seems. Second dates, bringing her around my family, opening up about things in my past that are so personal I’ve never shared them with anyone outside my inner circle. Literally. My family and Connor are the only people that know the details.
Walking up behind Cara, I wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back into me with a little sound that’s half sigh, half moan, and even though we just got in on in the limo—and it was fucking mind-blowing—it makes me rock-hard. I’m ready to go again with her. In fact, I feel like I might never get enough of that sweet pussy. I could lose hours of my life—hell, fucking years—buried right there between her legs and I’d be perfectly fine with it.
I nip at her neck. “Spend the night with me.”
She angles her head to give me better access to the smooth flesh of her neck, and I lose myself in it, wondering what the hell I’m thinking. But I’m breaking all the rules at this point. Why not go for the one that tops the motherfucking list?
I mean, yeah, women might crash in the guest bed after I’ve fucked them so hard and so long that they’re exhausted and spent and maybe not even able to walk out of here anyway, but I don’t actually ask them to stay. I sure as hell have never initiated a conversation and invited someone to stay over before we even fuck.
But like I’ve been thinking all night, Cara is different.
She turns in my arms, her hands sliding down my chest slowly until they rest on the waist of my pants, playing with my belt buckle. With her eyes sparkling with mischief, she cups my dick and squeezed gently.
“I think an entire night with you might be just what I need.”
I don’t say what I’m thinking. Because what I’m thinking freaks me the fuck out. I think an entire night with her still won’t be enough.
Shoving my hands into her thick, luscious hair, I tilt her head up and cover her mouth with mine, kissing her slowly and deeply until I feel her knees begin to weaken. She clutches at my shoulders, hanging on to keep herself upright, but I save her the trouble by scooping her up into my arms. Her legs lock around my waist.
Our tongues tangle, twining in a slow, erotic dance. A tease of what’s to come.
Holding her up by her sweet little ass, I walk toward the hallway, my mouth never leaving hers. I lose myself in her taste, her scent, the feel of her core radiating a pulsing heat that makes my cock throb with need to be buried balls deep inside of her.
And I stalk straight past the guest bedroom.
All I can think is fuck that. Because if Cara isn’t like any of the other women I’ve brought here, there’s no way in hell I’m going to fuck he
r on the same bed as the rest of them. She deserves better than that. And I’m shocked to discover just how much I want to treat her better, give her more than I have any other woman.
Her head falls back as I trail my tongue down the column of her neck, sucking and licking and teasing until she’s writhing in my arms, squeezing her legs tighter around my body, grinding her perfect pussy against my straining dick.
I groan. Fuck, I want her so bad. More than I’ve ever wanted a woman. And I want her over and over and over again.
Opening the door to my room, I carry her inside, kicking it shut behind me, and I ease the intensity of my kiss, lowering her slowly to the floor, the significance of this moment not lost on me.
I’ve never let a woman into my bedroom. It’s too fucking personal. It shows more of me than I let people see. Yet here I am, bringing Cara right into the midst of who I really am.
She seems to sense the shift in my mood and looks up at me, a small smile on her full lips. Then she looks around for a moment. I don’t know what I expect, but when she looks back up at me with surprise in her eyes, I know she sees it.
“Your room isn’t like the rest of your apartment.” Just a simple observation. But the meaning behind it is clear. I think she can tell that I’m letting her in, letting her see a new side of me.
Tearing her eyes away from mine again, she walks slowly over to my dresser, her fingers running along the surface of the nearly black wood, her gaze resting on every framed picture for long moments. Pictures of my family. My parents. Me. My brother.
She picks up one of me and Lucas from years ago, back when we were both in college, and her mouth tips up in a sad smile. My heart beats faster and my mouth feels dry.
In that picture, our arms are slung around each other’s shoulders and we’re dressed in hideously ugly Christmas sweaters. It was for a family Christmas party. An ugly Christmas sweater party. Something ridiculous that my mom wanted to do. Normally I’d be fucking embarrassed to let someone see that, but I love that picture. It was taken before Lucas went overseas. Back when we were young and carefree and the world was at our feet.
“I can see how much you loved each other,” she says quietly, and I feel my chest tighten with emotions I don’t want to feel.
I nod wordlessly. This has to be one of the most surreal moments of my life. I can’t even believe that I’m letting Cara this close to me. I don’t let anyone this close. Period. Yet here she is right in the middle of the real me.
And I like it.
There’s a sense of intimacy with Cara that I’ve never experienced with another person. Different from what I have with my family or Connor. I can be real with her, be myself, and she has no judgment whatsoever.
Not only am I having the most amazingly mind-blowing sex of my life with her, but I’m having fun with her. I enjoy just being with her.
It hits me that I’m all in this thing with her—whatever it might be—and I suddenly want her to be just as all in as I am. I want to explore what this is and what it could turn into.
Walking up behind her, I rest my hands on her hips and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Let’s get cleaned up before bed.”
Not that I have any intention of sleeping anytime soon.
Taking her hand, I lead her into my en suite. About time I christened that place.
Cara
Taking me into the bathroom, one almost as spacious as my own apartment, he slides open the glass panels that lead into the shower, and he turns the faucet on. I look around the bathroom as he does it, amazed at how sleek and luxurious everything looks, and then he’s on me. Closing the distance between us, he tucks a lock of hair over my ear and smile.
“Let’s take this off,” he whispers, pushing the straps of my dress down. I stand still as he pushes the dress down my body, the fabric sliding down my legs and pooling around my legs, and he presses his body on mine. With his fingertips brushing over my shoulder blades, he unclasps my bra and, doing it as slowly as possible, he takes it off me, my nipples hardening up. “Much better, huh?”
“Much better,” I repeat with a smile, and then his hands slide down the side of my body. Hooking his fingers on my thong, he pushes it down my legs and then takes one step back, his gaze roaming up my naked body.
“You’re perfect, Cara,” he whispers again, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “So fucking perfect…”
“You’re the one who’s perfect,” I respond, taking one step toward him. With my fingers on his chest, I start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the ripped muscles he hides under it. Doing it in flowing motions, I push the shirt down his body and then unbuckle his belt; I unzip his pants and then tug on them, sending them down his legs.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants. I feel my heart quickening its pace and, before I can even think about it, I go down on my knees in front of him. The moment my knees touch the cool tiles on the floor, I rest my hands on his outer thighs and push his boxer briefs down.
His cock springs free at once, pre-cum already glistening on its tip.
Leaning in, I part my lips slightly and let my tongue out. Instead of taking my lips straight to the tip of his cock, I reach for him with my tongue; I use it to circle his fat bulbous head, the taste of his pre-cum making me eager to devour all of his inches. But I take it slow, patiently flicking my tongue at him and driving him completely crazy.
Tilting my head, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking it to its root. I go back up then, and repeat that motion for a few seconds, licking his length as I feel it throb against my tongue. Then, once I have my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, I act fast - his shaft slides inside my mouth at once, pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks. To fit his thickness between my lips, I have to strain my jaw to the point where it starts to hurt - and no, I’m not complaining here, far from it.
Forcing myself to go as deep as I can, I only stop when I’m close to choking, his fat head pressed tight against the back of my throat. Pulling out, I slow down when my lips reach his tip, and I wrap them tight around it, sucking as I lap at it with my tongue.
“Fuck, that’s so good, Cara” he starts, and I look up at him, his cock still filling my mouth, “you really know how to use that mouth of yours…” His words give me a shot of confidence, and I start to bob my head as fast as I can. I curl my fingers around his shaft and, as I suck on him, I start to stroke him as well.
Moving in a pendulum motion, I keep going until his cock starts to pulse wildly against my tongue; moving fast, he holds my head in place and stops me completely. Then, without a moment’s pause, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace.
“Fuck,” he groans then, his cock pulsing against my tongue. Stopping, he slowly slides his cock out of my mouth, looking down into my eyes. “I want more…” He tells me, pulling me up to my feet.
“So do I…” I whisper eagerly, allowing him to push me inside the shower, the warm water lapping at my naked body. Clouds of steam are already rolling up toward the ceiling, covering the whole bathroom in a sensual mist.
Pressing me against the wall, the cold tiles against my back, he leans in and crushes his mouth on mine. Our tongues dance around each other while, with one hand, he grabs his cock and angles it down, brushing the tip up and down the length of my pussy.
“Do it…” I whisper, my voice straining as desire makes my whole body tense up. Without saying a word, he obliges - he slides his cock inside me slowly, taking his time as his long inches push back against my inner walls. I dig my fingernails into his back and press my forehead against his chest, completely unable of saying a thing.
I’ve never experienced anything like this.
More than just long, his cock is so thick that I still don’t understand how he manages to slide it inside me. I never had a man filling me like this before, and I gotta say - it feels amazing. More than amazing, it’s a
transcendent experience.
“It’s… so good,” I whisper, my voice quivering as I look up into his eyes.
“Good? We haven’t even started,” he says with a soft chuckle, and my insides clench as I process his words.
“Then let’s get started,” I tell him, my heart beating so fast inside my chest that it feels like I have a war drum under my ribs. Replying with a grin, he just leans in and crushes his mouth against mine; the moment he does it, he starts rocking his hips against me, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at a slow and gentle pace. Still, every time he thrusts his rhythm grows, and it doesn’t take long for him to be pistoning into me frantically.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I can’t even think straight right now. Oh, if only I knew that sex was this good… But ever since that first time in his apartment, ever since I discovered that he knows how to handle a woman… Ah, I’m addicted. And the funniest thing? I didn’t even need him to fuck me - the moment he kissed me for the first time I realized that he knows how to pleasure a woman. After all, the way a man kisses a woman reveals a lot about himself.
Tangling his fingers in my wet hair, Liam forces me to keep my head back, and then he takes his lips to my neck. Nibbling at my skin there, he does it until I feel pain welling up, the pressure of his teeth growing.
“Fuck,” I hiss again, that sweet pain shooting up my brain and, somehow, turning into pleasure. This is the alchemy of lust and, from what I’ve experienced so far, Liam is a master alchemist.
Still holding my head with one hand, he finally lets go of my neck and allows his lips down my skin, taking them over the rising curve of my breasts. He wraps them around my right nipple, taking it into his mouth and running the tip of his tongue around it. I exhale sharply as he does it, the pleasure he’s unleashing on my pussy blending with the sensation on my nipple.
