by Alexis Angel
He starts to go faster, my breathing growing harsher each time I feel him deep inside of me. A moan climbs up from my throat to my lips as he slides one more finger inside, pushing it all the way in with one single movement. I press my forehead against the wall, my eyes shut as tension spreads from my pussy to all of my limbs. Like the calm before the storm, I know one is brewing deep inside me.
I come the moment he slides his two fingers in, curling them upwards like a hook against my G-spot. I moan, the sound bouncing off the walls and filling the room, and he presses harder against me. He keeps still as waves of pleasure make my muscles twitch, my chin trembling as I struggle to keep breathing.
“This is just the start,” he whispers, breathing deeply over my neck and taking my scent in. I purr as he slides his fingers out, and then my lips curl into a smile as he wipes his fingers off my juices on my buttocks. My body still twitching, I let my hand dart behind me and against his chest. Without seeing what I’m doing, I let my fingers go down the front of his shirt, and I only stop when I find what I’m looking for: a hard bulge between his legs, one that holds promises of unspeakable delight. I curl my fingers around it, electricity shocking my brain as I think of the possibilities.
I move my hand up and down, stroking him over his trousers, but I can’t do it for long; I need to feel him on me, inside me, not just on my hand. Letting go, I let my fingers go over to his waist, and then I hook them on his pants; I tug them down hurriedly, his cock brushing against the back of my hand. It feels as if my heart is going to burst from anxiety, my body desperately craving him inside me.
Before I can push his cock down and between my legs, he grabs me by the wrist. He pins it against the wall harshly, restraining me, and then presses his body against mine. His length between my ass cheeks, he presses even harder, my body close to the boiling point. It’s hard to be patient when he’s so close, and when I can feel his unbridled desire for me… But, fighting against all of my instincts, I do it, even though what my body demands is for me to turn around and guide him home.
I rock my body against him, moving it in waves as the warmness of his cock seeps into my skin. Time seems to dilate as I stroke him like that, eternity blanketing my mind. Please, I almost pray to the Heavens, let this last forever.
With a sudden movement, he pulls back, his cock no longer against my body. But then he yanks on my hair again, forcing my head back as, with his other hand, he guides his cock between my thighs. I gasp as his glans brushes against my clit, my mind suddenly capable of producing one simple though: yes, yes, yes.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asks me, slowly sliding his cock in. There’s only one inch inside of me, if that, but I can already feel the flames of delight burning under my skin.
“Yes... “ I mutter, trying hard to find the words inside my barely functioning brain. “Yes… I want it…”
Slowly, he lets one more inch inside of me, my pussy molding around his shaft. I try to push my hips back, but his hand on my waist keeps me still. I feel his body tensing up and I close my eyes for his thrust, but he does the opposite—he pulls his cock out, and then leans into me.
“You’ll have it… But not yet.” This is torture, plain and simple. To show me pleasure just to snatch it away at the last second… It just makes me want him more. It makes me delirious for him, my mind functioning with one sole purpose: to have him in me. “Turn around.”
I obey, turning on my heels to face him. He looks at me with the hint of a smile on his lips, and then he pulls his shirt over his head. I purse my lips, my eyes wandering over the narrow valleys between his abs. It doesn’t matter how many times I see his muscles, I can’t help myself from marveling at his sculpted body. My eyes follow the motion of his arms as he pulls his shirt off, the muscles in his chest and shoulders working in tandem like the perfect piece of human engineering they are. Throwing his shirt to the floor, he kicks off his shoes and, pushing down his pants and boxer briefs, steps out of them. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he undresses, his perfection almost too much for me to bear.
Standing in front of me, he makes me feel small and helpless. He could just as easily unleash ecstasy on my body as he could pick me up and break me in half. And although Lucien Stone is a criminal, a violent one at that, I feel safer than ever.
“Take it off,” he tells me, looking at me with his bottomless eyes. I stare back, the sound of my heartbeat like a machine gun against my eardrums. Lost in his eyes, my mind sails away from all sanity. Without even being aware of it, I grab my shirt by the hemline and pull it over my head. I throw it on the floor, on top of his, and then step out of my trousers.
He takes one step forward and my heart skips a beat. His hands reach for me and he slides them under my arms, his fingers running over the straps of my bra. He goes for the clasp and, unfastening it, slowly peels the bra off of me. I let it fall down my arms, the cups drooping over my breasts and finally gliding down to the floor.
Moving back again, he stops two feet away from my body, his cock pointing upward and calling to me. With a serious expression on his face, he lets his eyes hike all the way from my ankles to my face. Then, he smiles, and I melt.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, the words blanketing my mind.
Oh, God, am I blushing? Just three words from him and I’m feeling like a teenage girl, eager for approval. And his terse words are enough to make me act in a way I never did before.
“Take me, Lucien,” I find myself saying, the words leaving my lips before I can even process the meaning behind them. In a heartbeat, he’s on me, one hand on my waist, the other around my neck; he pushes me hard against the wall. My back hits the concrete, an anxious moan climbing up my throat. He’s rough, handling me like no one ever did before… And still, his fingers around my neck, I still feel safe.
“Say it again,” he commands me, his lips just inches away from mine.
“Take me,” I say again, my hands going to his lower back and pulling him into me.
“Beg.”
“Please, Lucien… I need it. I need it now… Please, fuck me,” I say, panting. In a blur of movement, he lets his hand go around my waist and then lower. With his fingers under my right buttock, he lifts my leg up and around his waist. Then he goes the distance, his mouth pressed tight against my own. I close my eyes, surrendering to his kiss as the pulsing tip of his cock rests over my wet folds.
He lets go of my neck, his now free hand going down to my waist and keeping me pinned against the wall as I part my lips and push my tongue inside his mouth, making it dance in circles around his own.
I rest my trembling fingers against his chest and run them down his abs, each ridge and valley making my heart feel tighter inside my chest. This is happening, it really is. I let my hand go lower, and only stop when I find the root of his cock; I curl my fingers around it and, pulling him in with the leg I have around his waist, I force his glans between my folds. It pulses against my folds, eager to ravage me, and I can’t help but hold my breath.
“You’re mine,” he tells me, pulling back from my kiss. I open my eyes and stare into his, his words echoing inside my head. How did this happen? How did I let myself be seduced by an inmate, and one as dangerous as I know Lucien can be? I have no answers and, in all honesty, I don’t care. I don’t think I would like the answers anyway. But I sure am ecstatic over the consequences.
“I’m yours,’” I find myself repeating, returning his gaze without blinking. These words should be hollow ones, the kind of thing you’d say in the heat of the moment… But the truth is, I really mean them. Somewhere along the way, Lucien sunk his hook into me and now, just like him, I’m in a jail of my own. “I’m yours, Lucien.”
The moment his name rolls off from my tongue, he thrusts. I let out a muffled scream and throw my head back, his shaft straining against my inner walls as it forces its way inside my pussy with one single stroke.
I breathe out deeply, the tortuous wait finally over. As he slide
s back out, my hands dart to his back and I bury my fingernails in his muscles, urging him to keep moving. That’s exactly what he does: he keeps moving, thrusting his hips and drawing a chain of low moans out of me.
I never felt anything like this; his thickness fills me up completely, stretching me wide and, despite all that, it doesn’t hurt. It’s the opposite, actually. It feels amazing, as if my pussy had been waiting for someone like Lucien all of my life. With each thrust of his the feeling intensifies, my insides getting used to how it feels to accommodate such a massive member.
“It’s so… good,” I say between breaths, pressing my forehead against his.
“It’s about to get better,” he grins, mischievousness in his eyes. With that, he places his other hand under my left buttock and lifts me up against him. I react by instinct, placing my hands over his shoulders and lacing him with my legs on his lower back. Pinned between the wall and Lucien, I throw my head back and prepare for what’s to come.
There’s no mercy or gentleness in the way he moves. We’re not making love. We’re fucking, and we’re doing it as hard as we can. He bucks his hips at me viciously; his cock going in and out of my pussy at such a pace that my throat grows sore and I give up on moaning. And when I think that he can’t keep that rhythm for much longer, he just goes harder, ramming all of his length inside of me with such force that, even though my throat is already raw, I can’t help but to scream. Thank God there is no one around right now to hear us.
Using my arms on his shoulders as leverage, I jump up and down over his cock, trying to match the motion of his body. I give up quickly; there’s no way I can keep up. I just submit to it, resting my back and head against the wall and enjoying the punishment he’s handing out to my body.
“Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to say. But I can’t; maybe I’m out of breath, or maybe my brain just can’t focus enough to find the words. I don’t have to worry, though, since he doesn’t look like he’s going to stop anytime soon. In fact, he looks like he could keep going forever, his body trapped on an endless loop of pleasure and dominance. And, oh God, how I wish that could be possible.
My pussy tightening around his cock, I come hard, trembling as if I had a fever. And I might just as well have one, since I’m burning up. I feel my chin quivering as I try to breathe, all my muscles twitching and spasming as pure delight rages through me, flooding both my body and mind. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I've never came like this before. I’ve had orgasms before, yes, but what I’m experiencing goes far beyond that. A simple orgasm pales in comparison to what I’m feeling right now.
With a kiss on my forehead, he puts me down, my legs feeling weak the moment my feet touch the floor. But he gives me no time to catch my breath: with his hands on my waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall once again. I place my hands against the cold concrete at shoulder height, jutting my ass back toward him. A cry of pleasure leaves my lips as he smacks my ass hard with the back of his hand. Then he does it again. And again. He does it until I’m gritting my teeth, the pain running through my nerves toward my brain, except the moment it gets there it has already been distilled into pleasure.
I let my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders and brushing against my breasts. His hands are now over my buttocks, squeezing them lightly. After the rough treatment, the gentle touch of his fingers feel like a blessing—one full of promises. The more his fingers caress me, the more they move toward the valley between my ass cheeks. The moment he’s close enough, he takes his hands out of me and, with just one finger, he traces the line between my cheeks all the way to between my thighs. Then, turning his hand around, he keeps going. I swallow hard when his fingers go over my pussy, gently parting my folds.
“I’m going to make you come like you never did before, Kerri”, he promises me, not knowing that he has already fulfilled it. Still, I can’t help but wonder at the state I’m going to be in once he’s done with me. Will I be able to stand? To walk? Oh, God, does it even matter?
I open my mouth to speak—maybe something smart or seductive, but all I can do is croak a small “please.” This time he doesn’t make me beg. One of his arms goes around my waist and he presses his forearm over my navel; then he pulls me into him, his shaft straining past my inner lips and lodging itself inside of me as if it had never left.
“Oh, God…” I moan, pushing my hips back against him.
“There’s no God in this place…” He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “Just me.”
He holds his position, his cock deep inside me as he lets his arm fall, his hand running down between my legs. There, he presses two fingers right above my clitoris, gently pressing down on it; only then does he allow his cock to slide out of me.
He goes back in again, thrusting with all his strength. Soon enough, his cock is flying in and out of me at a breakneck pace, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again.
My eyes are shut, and I’m gritting my teeth again. I wasn’t prepared for this. It’s simply too… good. And it keeps getting better: as he thrusts, he keeps pressuring my clit, circling it steadily with his two fingers. With his free hand, he grabs my left breast and squeezes it, pinching my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. I’m panting, my body swaying against his in waves.
“Lucien…” I call, his name like honey over my tongue. “Harder,” I ask him, not truly understanding what I’m really saying. I only realize what I told him to do after he pinches my nipple harder, a stab of pain and pleasure hitting me at once. He starts to thrust even harder, and I have to go on tiptoes, my unconscious mind dictating every single one of my movements.
There’s a spark inside of me, one rising from my clit and spreading all over my body. Soon enough that spark will turn into a fire and I’ll burn. I can’t wait for it.
Pressing hard on my clit, he thrusts mighty, his cock burying itself inside my pussy like it never did. I gasp, my insides clenching as my nerve endings try to process the barrage of sensations he’s unleashing upon me. Slowly, he pulls back out, and then thrusts hard again. He keeps going like that until I can’t bear it any longer, his shaft pushing his way inside of me with the sweetest savagery I have ever felt.
So this is what it feels like to be with a Man—one with a capital M. I’m not a virgin, or some clueless inexperienced girl… but I’ve never met a man like Lucien. He is the kind of man a woman dreams of, perfect in every sense of the word. It’s not only his body that draws me in, that’s only a small fraction of his allure. It’s who he is; he breathes in power and exhales dominance. He’s one of the most dangerous men I have ever met and, at the same time, the one that makes me feel the safest. These opposing feelings, the conflict between them… It just drives me out of control, in a way I never thought would be possible.
I open my mouth to speak, but I close it before any words can form. I can’t speak and I can’t even think… Ask me my name right now, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to answer. I’m high, his body on me the most perfect drug I have ever found.
“I want you to come for me,” he tells me against my ear, stopping his thrusts for a long second. “And you’re going to do it when I tell you to.”
Is that even possible? Somehow, his words leave no room for doubt. It's possible because he won’t let it happen any other way. I will come when he tells me to—not before, not after.
His body rocks against mine at a steady rhythm, anticipation making my heart pound hard. With each thrust of his, he goes harder. Soon enough, he’s pounding me again as if tomorrow would never come. I feel on the verge of collapsing, all of my limbs with barely any strength left. Leaning forward, I press my cheek against the wall, my quivering moans quickly turning into a howl of pleasure.
“I…” he whispers, his lips less than a inch away from my neck. “Want…” He thrusts as hard as he can, his shaft piercing me viciously. “You…” His fingers go to my hair, and he curls them around the roots of stray l
ocks. “To…” Yanking my head back, he thrusts once more, his fingers still tightly pressed over my clit. “Come.”
He commands; I obey. The moment he tells me to come, it’s as if something bursts inside of me, a blinding explosion of ecstasy obliterating my mind. I press my forearms against the wall, supporting myself as all strength leaves my legs. My knees are buckling, but he laces my waist with one arm and keeps me in place, my pussy feeling as tight as it has ever been.
I’m shaking, my body succumbing to something so intense I never thought it to be possible. Breathing hard, I slowly open my eyes, trying to reel from the intensity of it all. But I made a mistake. I thought he was over.
He isn’t.
The moment my body stops convulsing, he yanks harder on my hair and starts to thrust violently. I don’t even moan anymore. I just let one shrill scream fill the room as waves of pleasure threaten to engulf me. I can’t believe this is happening, but I’m about to come again, just seconds after my last orgasm.
“Come, Kerri… Come for me,” he tells me, his thrusts scorching all of my senses. Reacting on instinct alone, I take one arm behind my back and lay my hand over his waist, pulling him in.
“I want you to come too,” I say, my body eager to feel his seed inside of me. From my position I can’t see him, but I can almost feel the grin on his lips. His thrusts grow wild and savage, his cock starting to spasm violently against my inner walls. I feel him exhale sharply against my neck and, in that very moment, he starts to come. That’s all it takes to send me into oblivion again. The moment he starts to shoot his cum inside of me, a chain reaction goes off and my body trembles and twitches in a feverish state.
