by Tia Winston
“We’ll have to do something about this,” he said pulling me down by my thighs.
I gripped the mattress, unintentionally pulling back the covers. “What are you doing?” I asked frantically, not that I wanted him to stop. This was all just happening a little fast. Oh how I used to love a fast fuck, especially in the middle of the day.
“I know how to help you relax.”
He straddled my back and pressed his palms just below my ribs. I let out another moan. His hands were so strong yet soothing. I wanted to feel them pressed into my flesh or wrapped around my neck as he banged me from behind. That delicious image brought a wide grin to my face.
“Oh you like that do you?” he whispered in my ear.
“More than you’ll ever know.”
“Oh come on, give a guy a little peek.”
“You mean seeing the crack of my ass wasn’t enough?”
“I’m not talking about a striptease. I mean talk to me.”
“About what?”
“You and why it’s been so long.”
“Oh, you want to hear about how much of a loser I am? That I can’t answer for you.”
“You, my dear, are not a loser. Which is why I’m curious to know why you don’t have someone doing this for you every night?”
His hand’s moved up, gripping my shoulder, and I felt a distinctive pock in my spine that caused me to jerk.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked as he paused.
“No.”
“Was it something I said?” He lay beside me, keeping a hand on my back.
I giggled and looked into his beautiful grey eyes. I’d never been this close enough to notice them before. “It was actually something I felt,” I said as I motioned toward his massive erection.
He looked down and his cheeks reddened. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.”
My hand ventured out to touch his chest and he pulled it to his lips.
“I know how all of this could seem pretty charged, but I can’t in good conscience take you in this state of mind.” He leaned in closer. “But I would like to kiss you.”
I replied by smashing my lips to his, pulling his face even closer. I could taste the beer on his tongue and my head started swimming all over again. Was this some kind of dream? Was I really kissing Principal Zackary, feeling his hand grip my ass as he pulled me against him? It was all an electrified cloud of lips, tongues, and hands. I kissed the rigid line of his jaw as his fist tightened around the lace of my thong that rested at the top of my ass crack.
All it would take was a good tug to expose my quivering pussy. He growled against my neck and it spurred me to climb on top of him and pull my dress over my head.
“Fuck me,” he whispered as his hands caressed my body.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
He sat up tracing my collar bone with his tongue as he unhooked my bra. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Neither should I.”
“Then stop me.”
“Why would I do that?”
My nipples were so hard I could feel the skin tightening round them. I wanted to feel his lips around them, but he froze the moment there was a knock at the door.
“Room Service,” a girl’s voice announced.
He looked down my topless body with his mouth open. “I am so sorry,” he said as he handed me my dress.
“For what? I was enjoying it.”
“I should get the door.”
I dismounted him and climbed under the sheets, hoping he’d re-join me as I watched him open the door wide enough to receive the tray from the waitress.
“Thank you.”
“Should I charge this to your tab?” the waitress asked.
“Yes, please, and add a nice tip for yourself.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He closed the door and nearly fell over when he turned to see me under the sheets.
“You’re still…topless.”
“Yes, you should join me.”
“I think you should have some coffee.”
“I’d much rather have you.”
“Or some food. Here, have some bread,” he said as he handed me the basket and sat at the foot of the bed with his beer.
I took a couple of bites to hopefully settle my stomach. I figured the nerves were mostly a side effect of being in his arms. He was so damn sexy sitting there chugging his beer, and when he glanced back at me over his shoulder, his eyes were smoldering with a heat I wanted to bathe in.
“Sober yet?” he asked.
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
“I’m not buying that.”
“Then why don’t you get drunk and so we’re on the same page?”
He looked as if he was giving it some serious thought, but then he shook his head. “I can’t be responsible for how I’d perform drunk and you don’t deserve anything but the best.”
I dropped my sheet and released my hair before crawling up behind him. My fingers ran through his soft, dark hair before moving down his chest and undoing his shirt buttons.
“Would it help if I told you that I came here to stop pleasuring myself all weekend? There’s this guy I can’t stop day dreaming about and I find myself spending hours trying to stroke the feelings away.” I nipped at his left earlobe.
He pulled me into his lap. “Now you’re just torturing me.”
“You asked for a glimpse into ‘me’. The truth is…I think about sex. A lot. I thought once I was single I could finally have the sex life I’ve always wanted, but now all I can think about is the consequences it would have on my ex’s career and my children.”
“Sounds like you’ve been focusing on everyone’s needs except your own.”
“That’s life, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not. Life is about being and staying happy.”
“And are you happy?”
He chugged his beer and his jaw tightened. “I was a couple of years ago.”
“What about now?”
“Being here with you is pretty nice.” He pecked the tip of my nose. “But I’d be very happy if you put your top dress on.”
The comment was a stinging slap to the face. It was only a minute ago that he was taking off my bra, and now he didn’t want me. The rejection was very sobering. I climbed out of his lap and grabbed my bra.
“I should get going,” I said as I hooked my bra and pulled my dress back on.
“You can’t go yet.”
“What’s the point in staying?”
“You’re not sober enough and…I don’t want you to go.”
“What do you want? Because, clearly, it isn’t to fuck me.”
Now I really had to leave before I made an even more of a fool of myself. I reached past him for my purse, but he grabbed me and pinned me to the bed.
“Do you really think I don’t want to fuck you?” he asked as he pressed his lips to my neck. “I’m so damn hard that it hurts. I just don’t want you to do anything that you might regret tomorrow.”
“Then maybe you need to take your own advice and think of your needs first.”
He sat back on his heels and I huffed. All the back and forth was giving me blue balls, too, and I didn’t even have any. But he surprised the hell out of me when he reach under my dress and pulled off my thong. He immediately had that look on his face like he was going to apologize again.
“If you say you’re sorry again, I’m seriously going to punch you.”
He responded by spreading my legs and kissing his way down my inner thigh. “That’s some pretty kitty you’ve got there,” he said with his head under my dress. His tongue separated the lips of my pussy, and I was instantly on the cusp of an orgasm. Principal Zackary, the man I’d been fantasizing about for six months, was face deep in my drenched pussy, eating me like I was his last meal. The thought alone was enough to bring me to climax.
I bit down on a pillow as I let out a muffled moan.
He reached up an
d ripped it from my teeth. “Let me hear those beautiful sounds,” he said before continuing. The head of my clit was so sensitive that his licking almost hurt.
“No, no, no, don’t do that,” I shouted once he swirled his tongue.
“Too late, you’ve already got me started.”
I tried to shift my hips away from the force but his grip on my inner thighs made it impossible to for me to escape him. He kept up a consistent rhythm until I started to feel another orgasm coming on.
“Oh god…I’m gonna cum again,” I moaned.
“Hold that thought,” he said as he quickly stood and shed his clothes. I figured the wave would fall once he stopped, but it was literally about to crash. I slapped my thighs shut and took a few deep breaths as I squirmed. But it was still coming. I let out a high pitched squeal and my hips left the bed as I climaxed all on my own. My legs were trembling by the time I recovered, and I opened my eyes to find him standing there in awe.
“Yet another first,” he choked.
“I told you I had a problem.”
“That, my dear, is a talent.”
“Why don’t you show me yours?”
“All right.” He rolled a condom onto his impressively fat cock, and I prepared myself for his entry. But first he flipped me onto my stomach and smacked my ass. He’d never know how hot that made me. My clit stiffened the moment his fingers rubbed it.
“Stop trying to make me cum,” I commanded.
“Stop cuming so easily.”
“I can’t,” I cried as another wave crashed through me.
“I could do this all night.”
“Yeah, well I can’t. You’ve got two more before I completely pass out.”
“But, the second one doesn’t count.”
“I suggest you put it in before you’re left jerking it on your own.” I was feeling another wave building. “Hurry up.” I lifted my ass as I buried my face in the mattress.
“Yes Ma’am.”
He grabbed my hips and slid into my wet pussy. It took everything in me not to cum again. It had been so long since I had the pulse of a real cock inside of me. He pushed deep and hard against my hilt and my pussy responded with a pulse that made him hiss.
“Don’t tell me you came again.”
“Not yet.”
“Good because I’m gonna be here a while.” His entire length rubbed my g-spot as he pulled out to the tip before slamming back into me. It felt so good that I was literally drooling. There was an energy to our connection, and every one of my senses was charged by it. Maybe I was drunker than I thought, or maybe his cock was laced with some kind of hallucinogen. Either way, I was reduced to a howling, moaning siren as he drilled into me so hard that our flesh smacked when we collided.
“Yes…god yes. Fuck me!” I screamed.
“Yes Ma’am,” he said, thrusting even harder.
He squeezed the back of my neck, catching my ponytail. I gasped. I’d always dreamed about having my hair pulled during sex. It seemed forceful and possessive, not in the sex slave kind of way, but the primal lust type. I felt like I was being taken rather than giving myself away.
One yank of my ankles and I was on my feet and bent over the bed without him ever withdrawing.
“I think I found your talent,” I said.
“No, that’s just me not wanting leave this pussy for even a second.”
He maneuvered my head so that I was resting on my shoulder and forced to watch his cock batter my pussy. I never even knew this position was possible. It felt a bit like one of those wrestler moves I’d seen on TV, but they were no where near as hot as this.
Watching his massive cock slide in and out of me would have been pleasurable enough, but I got the added bonus of the perfect tilt that gained him full exposure to g-spot. With every thrust my body quaked until my pussy literally felt like a flower. I never wanted it to end. I even kegeled to keep from cuming too soon, but that made him yelp.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
“No, I just never felt one tighten that much.”
“I try to keep things as tight as possible.”
My constant masturbation was probably also a major factor. Sex was usually like watching a rerun for me. I knew Tommy’s every direction and my reaction, and I could pin his climax down to the second, but Mason was a complete mystery. Every ram felt different. Even his rhythm was hard to decipher. It was fast and hard, but also calculated, like he knew exactly which spot to target.
“Let me feel it again,” he said, and I responded my hugging his cock with my walls. This also meant pressing my g-spot against the throbbing vein of his shaft. I let out a moan and rounded my hips to feel the friction and he taped my ass cheek. “Are you trying to make me cum early or something?” he groaned.
“Sorry, I’m kind of used to doing all the work myself,” I panted before I climaxed again.
“Really?” he asked as I came down from my high. “How do you feel about riding?”
I grinned. Months of my monkey rocker had transformed me into a pro. I’d made the mistake of showing off with Tommy the night our divorce was finalized and the man refused to leave my bed for two days. “I’d be willing to give it a try,” I said.
He took one last deep thrust before pulling out.
There was a hollowness to my pussy, like he’d banged a permanent hole that only his cock could fill. He lay on his back resting his hands behind his head. How I dreamed of his grinning face, his waiting cock, and me, climbing on top of him. My pussy and thighs were slick and a little sore, the good kind of sore when you know you’re really being fucked. My interior walls electrified as I slid down his shaft until I was completely filled.
I left out an unexpected gaff when the first shift of my hip sent a powerful jolt through my g-spot.
“You all right?” he asked.
“Never been better.”
I started slowly, creating figure eights with my hips. Every mid-point had me moaning as I tried to take more of him inside of me. I loved watching the contorted expression on his face and concentrated on the movements he reacted to the most. His neck would arch back and his mouth dropped. At times, I thought he might scream, in fact I was obsessed with the thought of it. There were only two times I’d ever made a man scream for mercy and both were while giving head. I wanted my pussy to have that kind of power, so I tightened my walls.
“Oh…damn that feels good.”
I grinned and changed my position from straddle to squat. It narrowed my canal dramatically, so I wouldn’t have to hold the kegel the entire time.
One raise of my ass and his eyes shot open with a mix of fear and shock and he let out a “Dear God!” when I slammed down on his cock.
“I take it you like that.”
“I’m in love with it.”
And I was in love with the way he moaned. I bounced on his cock faster and faster until his knees were bent so high they limited my range. When I dropped back to my knees, I took all of him inside of me as deep as he would go. His hand wrapped around my neck.
I could also scratch “choked” off my list. It was another one of my fantasies, but I’ll admit I was afraid to try it. My fear was that a guy could get too excited and possibly choke me to death, but his grip wasn’t an ‘I’m trying to kill you.’ It felt more like ‘don’t stop what you’re doing’. And I didn’t.
He was fully engaged and I was loving the power it gave me. But there was one more trick I had that I knew would drive him wild. I paused and gripped the base of his shaft before forcefully removing him from my pussy and sliding his juicy rod into my ass. His gasp was electrifying as I continued to ride him hard.
“Oh…fuck. Angel, you are hands down…12 out of 10.”
“Oh darn,” I said feeling the wave rising in me. “I was shooting for 15.”
There was something violent and highly erotic about stretching my asshole. It took months and whole lot of shots, but the day I could finally take my dildo up the ass was a personal victory. I di
dn’t dare share this trick with Tommy otherwise he might’ve never signed the divorce papers.
The only problem with anal was that it made me cum too quickly. I gripped his pecks as I grinded in number four, and was surprised when he let out a howl followed by a jerk.
His cock shuddered and he exhaled with a loud grunt. “Shit, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s all right,” I said as I rested on his chest, spent from my own orgasm. “I only had one left in me anyway.”
“Yeah, I wanted to get you there.”
“Trust me, you did way better than most.”
With Tommy, I always started and finished on my own. Two through four were easier to attain in his fifteen minute window.
He rubbed the length of my back as I listened to his racing heart, two more actions I deeply missed. Lying in his arms with him still inside of me felt so natural that I wondered if it was all a dream. I couldn’t see myself feeling this comfortable in real life. There would be things running through my mind other than wanting more of him.
I wanted orgasm number five, plus a few more. The way he worked his cock, I was almost certain he could break my record, but I didn’t want to make him feel bad. The four he’d given me were the best four of my life to date. There was no need to get greedy, I tried to convince myself. Unfortunately, my body didn’t appear to share my theory.
Another wave started to build. It was driven by the mental replay of the first four, and it was strong. Number five was usually an atomic bomb of an orgasm that would knock me clear out of consciousness. I gripped his shoulders as I kissed his neck. My hips gyrated on his overly sensitive penis.
“It’s coming!” I cried and he responded, forcing his soft cock into my puckering pussy.
“Can’t you give me ten minutes? I can get it back up.”
“There no time!” I parted my pussy lips so that my clit grated against his pelvis and he pinched both of my nipples, causing me to squeal.
“Oh baby…make that sound again,” he said, squeezing them harder.
His cock was like a stiff balloon, re-inflating inside me until I was too full.
“Fuck…that’s gotta be some kind of record,” he said, sounding impressed with himself.
“Please, please fuck me!” I cried as the bomb positioned to drop. I was completely out of breath and every muscle in my body strained with violent jerks.
