I wanted back in his arms. I needed my tongue against his again. But it wasn’t fair that I was shirtless and he wasn’t. I held off just long enough to grasp the offending layer of clothing, ripping it up his body as his washboard abs came tantalizingly into view. His mouth was on mine before I could finish, and he did the last part himself, tossing it down as well – all the while crashing his lips into my own.
Chest to chest with this handsome, insatiable man, only my bra held back my ample breasts. He pulled me into his embrace, hungrily enveloping me with the passion of his kiss. I wasn’t sure how far we were going to go, but he answered that thought with his fingertips – quickly unclasping my bra from behind and sliding it off my shoulders. As it, too, tumbled to our feet, my bosom was freed from its fabric prison.
Instead of immediately pulling free to check them out, he continued kissing me. He palmed my cheeks, keeping my hungry lips against his. I needed so much of him – all of him – and he was determined to savor every last drop of this moment.
My fingertips found his belt buckle, but he pressed his lips to my neck. I gasped as he nuzzled into my throat, his hot breath cascading across my skin. My concentration was shattered, and I basked in his warmth.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered dressing,” he murmured into my throat. Before I could respond in proper, his hand grasped my breast. The calloused fingers graced the perky peak of my erect nipple, catching it between two and pinching it between them.
Involuntarily, I let out a small gasp.
I heard a chuckle escape his lips, pressed against my skin. He continued to squeeze my bosom, his lips lifting from my throat. I felt the warmth of his breath flow over the folds of my ear. His teeth lightly nipped at the lobe, tugging it gently.
“Sawyer…” I murmured softly. “God, that...fuck…”
Our chests heaved with the combined weight of our collective passion. I opened my eyes to see him pull his lips back. His forehead pressed against mine and, as my forearms limply fell upon his strong shoulders, my fingers loosely grasped one another.
“Is this what you want?” Sawyer softly asked. “We can stop right now…”
“Do you want to?” I asked with an open, searching gaze.
There were only a couple of inches at most between our eyes. Our attention was focused entirely on one another, pupil to pupil, and I’d never felt anything so remotely intense in my entire life.
“Of course not,” he immediately answered. “All I want is you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Then have me,” I told him. “No, better than that…take me.”
Sawyer’s lips were on mine again in an instant, but with renewed vigor. What was previously unbridled passion was now needful, animalistic need, and I reveled under the force of it all.
His fingers grasped the button of my jeans, unclasping them. I shifted my hips from side to side as he yanked them down my thighs, drawing them as far down as he could reach. I pulled my hands free to lower them past my knees. Steadying myself with a hand on his shoulder, I desperately kicked my legs free of their denim constraint, one foot at a time.
While he kissed me, I returned my fingertips to his belt buckle, striving to equalize the playing field. He didn’t fight me this time, and soon I was dragging his jeans down his muscular thighs, letting him finish the rest.
Sawyer tossed me to the bed. I scooted backwards towards the pillows, biting my bottom lip and letting him see my unhampered bosom in its bare entirety. His eyes locked onto them, as did mine to his stunning mound. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, his boxers strained against the tent of his erection.
I had to see it in its entirety.
I had to feel it completely inside me.
Sawyer slid into place beside me. He pulled my body onto his and we fell once more into a deep, passionate kiss. I tasted his tongue, keeping mine against his while he explored my body. Sawyer cupped my ass with powerful hands; his fingernails scratched down my spine. I felt his huge erection against me – it yearned for release.
Only two thin layers of fabric between us.
I sat up, straddling his hips. My palms slid across his chiseled chest, feeling the firmness of his pectorals. He was rock-hard beneath me, in more places than one, and I could feel that I was wetter than ever before.
“Are you ready?” He asked me, lovingly.
I nodded, shifting down his legs enough to uncover his boxers. My palms slid firmly down his rippling, washboard abs until they felt fabric.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband.
My fingers tugged it down his hips.
His huge cock sprung to life.
It was massive – way bigger than anything I’d ever been with. Not only was it achingly long, it held a generous girth – complemented by a large pair of balls. The sheer size of his package almost startled me. How can anyone handle THIS?
My sheer confidence threatened to dissipate at the very sight of it, but I didn’t skip a beat. He moved beneath me, letting me pull his boxers down his knees and off of his ankles. Half out of lust, half out of wanton curiosity, I cautiously grasped the shaft and gave it a few strong strokes. He immediately settled his head back into the pillows and rewarded me with a meaningful groan of contentment.
I continued to stroke him off, intimidated by the generous dimensions of his lustful weapon. Sawyer’s fingertips dug into the bedding on either side, giving me the confidence to go on.
His enjoyment flickered my arousal into a full blaze. Scooting down his body, I kept stroking him but lowered my face towards the bulbous head. There was a bead of pre-cum forming at the small slit – I lapped the droplet up with my tongue, savouring its salty power. While it slid down my throat, I held his cock firmly within my grasp, cautiously lowering my lips around it.
“Saffie…fuck…” He groaned with pleasure.
“Mmmhh…” I moaned, feeling the helmet slide against my tongue. My lips pushed further down his shaft, parted around his erect passion.
While I wasn’t incredibly experienced by any stretch of the imagination, I had given a few blowjobs before. But this…this was something new. It had always been a chore before – my mind had sometimes wandered, as I grew bored with the experience.
That didn’t happen.
Instead, I was fully in the moment, paying attention to every subtle little change of his body. Every catch of his breath, every tense squeeze of his muscles, the slight adjustments to his groaning – it was all as if I were playing a complicated, living instrument that responded to my lips.
My head bobbed on his cock as my tongue slid along the shaft. His fingers were in my hair now, but he didn’t try and push me down the punishing length. Instead, he pulled my hair up, allowing me to focus on pleasing him and, vicariously, pleasing myself. His fingers moved with the motions of my head, not holding me down.
Sawyer was allowing me to set my own rhythm.
Judging by the deep, passionate rumblings from his chest, he was particularly satisfied with what I had settled on.
I continued to stroke him while my lips pistoned up and down his generous cock. I could feel his thighs twitching beneath me, his body writhing with pleasure.
But he needed more.
We both did.
His hands guided me back off of his cock, and he pulled me free from his body. Settling into the bedding beside him, it was his turn to climb on top, nuzzling his lips into my throat before peppering a trail of kisses down my body. I felt him kiss my bosom, my abdomen, all the way down to the prize between my thighs…but he didn’t stop there, teasing me by redirecting his attention. I felt his lips on the inner flesh of one thigh – now the other – and all the while, refusing to taste what I really wanted him to.
“Sawyer…” I murmured his name again – I loved how it felt on my lips. It felt wholesome. It felt right.
It was my turn to grasp hair. My fingers threaded through his follicles, and I urged him where I needed him to be. He didn’t fight me as I pulled h
is lips to my wet pussy, feeling his tongue slide inside.
“Oh god…”
It felt absolutely incredible.
Sawyer set to work tasting me, exploring my soaked chasm with his firm, wet tongue. He lapped up my juices, sliding his shoulders beneath my thighs and pulling me down a few inches closer. I settled into place as he worked his magic, marrying tongue to my inner folds in unrestrained passion.
I had no reservations about pulling his hair harder, riding his tongue inside me. He slid his lips upward – within mere seconds, he was sucking on my clit, drawing it against his tongue.
“Fuck…oh, fuck…that’s so…FUCK, Sawyer…”
I felt a slight vibration against my clit – he was chuckling, and my fingers lost their grip on his hair. Instead, they followed his lead from earlier – diving straight into the bedding on either side, my arms fully outstretched.
Unbridled pleasure whiplashed down my spine. My back arched with the very intensity of it, and he adjusted his lips against me, flicking the engorged bead of my lust with the firm tip of his tongue.
“Sawyer, I’m gonna…oh god, don’t stop…”
He followed my command. My hands grasped at my breasts now, squeezing my nipples as he continued to work his hot mouth between my thighs.
I could feel the impending climax build, higher and higher…
“Sawyer – don’t – fuck!”
My body went rigid, racked with pleasure. The building wave exploded in a crescendo as the orgasm struck my body. Limbs stiffened, moans erupted, and my mind completely emptied as the climax bore down upon me.
I was shattered to my very core.
A heaping, writhing mess of bliss and limbs.
The climax subsided, and my tension seeped from my joints. With my limbs collapsing on the bed, I felt on top of the entire world.
Sawyer pulled his lips free from my wet, fulfilled pussy. He slid up my body and crashed them against my own as I pulled him into a deep, loving embrace.
But we weren’t done yet…far from it. I still needed him inside me.
No matter how terrifying the prospect was.
Sawyer felt the same way, judging by how he disentangled himself from me a minute later. Asserting the position between my legs, he grasped his powerful weapon in his fist. Meeting my gaze, he rubbed the helmet against my slit, teasing my nerve endings with impending fulfillment.
“Do it,” I whispered to him.
“Are you sure? We can still go back…”
“No we can’t,” I protested. “Not ever.”
“After we do this…”
“Just put it fucking inside me,” I commanded.
“What was that?” Sawyer tilted his head. The cocky smirk was here again, and he was determined to make me say it – the way he wanted me to.
After a sigh, I smiled at him widely.
“Sawyer…I need your thick cock inside me. Please.”
“What kind of man would I be,” he began, pushing his bulbous head into my chasm, “if I turned down a request like that from such a beautiful woman?”
My eyes went wide, a heavy groan on my lips. He was huge. I knew he was – I’d only just had him in my mouth – but I was still woefully unprepared for the intensity of his huge cock filling me.
Sawyer didn’t try to force it. Going slowly, gently at first, he inched himself into my tight chasm. If he hadn’t lubricated me up with his tongue, it would have been a complete no-go from the start.
Soon, he had pushed several inches into me. It was enough for him to slide his chest down to mine, and his lips found my neck once more. My hands grasped onto his ass as he gave me a crippling, lip-quivering thrust.
“God…fucking…shit,” I blurted out as he began to rock his hips against mine. My fingernails dug into his hips as he built up steam, gradually increasing the speed and severity of our fucking.
My head rolled to the side, giving him better access to my throat. He nuzzled his face against the side of my head instead, his hot, shuddering breath rolling over my ear. He pulled the lobe between his teeth again, flicking it with his tongue, and I felt the blood rushing to my face.
Sawyer had completely hilted himself inside me now. His hips were rolling into mine, having coerced my body to accept all of him within my slick folds. As he picked the speed up, I could feel each jaw-dropping thrust stretch my wet chasm. The pain mixed into the pleasure, but the latter built up faster. Soon, the stinging was eclipsed completely by the sheer carnal fervor, and I held him tighter. My hands were on his hips again; my fingernails digging into his cheeks. Holding onto his ass, I coerced him to pound my pussy harder and harder.
It was everything I could have wanted and more.
My back arched. Another crushing climax was stirring, deep inside – and it wanted release. Needed it.
“Don’t stop, Sawyer,” I murmured into his ear as he fucked me. “Please don’t stop...”
He grunted an answer, powerfully thrusting deep into my body. The ascending wave was on the rise again; it was ready to bring me to a tremendous new height.
Sawyer’s body began to tense up as he held my head in his hands, clutching it against his shoulder. Our rhythm had risen to an incredible speed, and my hands gripping his hips continuously urged him to go faster, harder.
“Fuck…shit…Sawyer!” I exclaimed in tight gasps.
The wave crashed, shattering me to pieces.
It wasn’t just one orgasm this time. I rode out a series of them, easily four or five, as they surged against my battered pussy. I writhed in pleasure beneath him, feeling his thrusts lose their uniformity. He was on the edge of climaxing, too. My inner muscles clenched around his cock, eager to milk him dry.
His body went rigid as well, and he groaned into my neck. As the last orgasm struck me down, I felt a burst of his seed inside me, filling my womb with his passion. His limbs, his core, everything was totally stiff – and we finally collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and lust, kissing each other deeply and passionately in the dimming light of the setting sun.
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Chapter 22 – Sawyer
Pennsylvania, Five Years Ago
Of course it was storming as I climbed out of the taxi, pulling my hoodie up over my head as I stepped towards the payphone. I didn’t blame the weather, because it was just too poetic. I mean, why not take the opportunity to be a complete cliché – soaking everything in sight during what I had to do?
Quickly pulling myself under the lackluster covering, I rummaged in my pocket for a moment. With a handful of jiggling change, I jammed some quarters into the coin slot.
It was time.
I hesitated, my fingers hovering along the edge of the phone. Am I really going to go through with this? It’s now or never. I can still turn back…
My chest was heavy as I punched in my father’s cell phone number. Panic seized in my lungs as I lifted the wet phone from the catch, all too conscious of my own breathing. The entire world froze as the receiver slid into place against my ear, already in the middle of the second, maybe third ring. It rang a few more times, and I felt my stomach knotting up.
Would he even pick up? I wasn’t honestly sure.
CLICK. “Hello?” The voice was unmistakably that of my father. He sounded weary, but not necessarily rushed. Good.
“Is this Chet Samuels?” I asked, naively attempting to disguise myself with a transparently deep but recognizable voice. Unfortunately, speaking loudly enough for him to hear me pretty much ruined any chance of that.
“Who is – Sawyer? Is that you?”
CLICK. I slammed the phone back onto the catch. Fear flooded my veins, filling my lungs. I breathed uncertainty; I exhaled regret. But it was too late now – I couldn’t do this to my father without an explanation.
Hesitantly, I jammed my hand into my pocket, swirling around the change for a few more quarters. Shit. I was one short.
I walked back and tapped on the window. The taxi driver begrud
gingly rolled the window down, cursing at the immediate exposure to the borderline monsoon.
“I’m gettin’ soaked here, kid! Whaddaya want?” He shouted over the deafening rain.
“I need a quarter.”
“What?”
I repeated, shouting it over the rain. “I need a quarter!”
“A quarter? Look, pal, I’m a taxi driver! Not a goddamn bank!”
“I have to make a phone call! Listen, I’ll tip you! I just need a freaking quarter! It’s important!”
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