by Exley Avis
His hairy chest had felt sexy under my fingertips, but chafing against my naked breasts, the sensations multiplied. Every inch of him set my body aflame until my hands and lips didn’t know which way to venture next and I tried to touch him everywhere at once.
I tasted salt on his skin – his body made hot and bothered by so much interrupted kissing – and I looked forward to washing it off in the shower later. But until then, there was so much more of him to taste and enjoy and I didn’t want to wait another second before satisfying myself.
Kissing down the centre of his pecs and all the way to his navel, I felt the rumble of a contented moan against my lips. I knelt down in front of Radford, his bulging groin at eye level and only a pair of trousers between me and a big slice of paradise.
There on my knees, in the hallway of the sumptuous suite, it was very tempting to let my lips get up close and personal with that huge cock of his but my imagination still had a very long way to go.
A quick blow job wasn’t at all what I had in mind. We could do far better than that with a little thought and ingenuity.
Without taking my eyes of Radford’s face, I undid his trousers very slowly. He held his breath, biting his lip in anticipation, silently willing me to wrap my mouth around his cock or suck on his balls.
But as we’ve already established, all good things come to those who wait.
The fine, black fabric slid down easily over Radford’s solid thighs. This guy put in some serious time at the gym to look this good and my fingers appreciated the effort as they explored each sculpted leg from groin to ankle. I gave myself a moment to imagine how those rough, hairy limbs would soon feel entwined with mine.
Growing impatient, Radford kicked off everything except his tight, black boxers which packaged the main event so beautifully and clung like a second skin around his perfectly formed bum. His rigid, swollen cock stretched his shorts tight at the front, leaving little to the imagination and the scent of pre-cum hung heavy in the air.
My mouth watered. He was going to taste so good, I just knew.
I pushed my face into Radford’s groin and gave his balls a love nip through his boxers. His cock twitched against my cheek, threatening to explode if it didn’t get some attention some time soon.
“I want to fuck you right now,” Radford growled in desperation, reaching for my breasts.
His rough thighs had chafed my nipples hard and he pinched them, frustration making him heavy handed but I didn’t care. A man this gorgeous could be as rough and ready as he liked with me and, from the flood of pleasure surging through my breasts, my body didn’t care much either.
I stood up and his mouth found mine, ravenous and demanding. He didn’t so much hold me in his arms as absorb me into his body, his hands everywhere, his tongue plunging into my mouth.
Breaking away was agony but I disentangled myself and put my hand firmly in the centre of Radford’s chest. This was my fantasy and I wanted to play it out exactly as I’d imagined it. I pushed him back towards the bed.
“If you want to fuck me, lie down,” I commanded, liking how eager Radford was to do exactly as he was told. I love a big, bad boy who’s willing to take orders. “I need to tell you a secret.”
Radford lay back against the crisp, white sheets and reached for my breasts again as I straddled him. “I love secrets,” he said, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “Especially the sexy kind.”
He sat up to take my nipple in his mouth but I pushed him back down and heard his sigh of disappointment.
“It’s not your turn,” I reminded him with a sharp slap on thigh. “It’s mine. You promised.”
Even if the semi-naked body and creative tongue weren’t already doing it for me, Radford’s slow, sexy smile would have. “You have thirty seconds to get to the point or I’ll rule you inadmissible,” he warned. “I’ve waited long enough for you.”
Liking that I had his complete attention, I started kissing the hollows of his neck, working my way down across his chest to the top of his boxers.
“That first day I met you,” I confided as I kissed and licked my way down his body, “you made me so horny I went straight home and fantasised about you.”
“Well there’s a coincidence.” He flung up his arms above his head, content now to let me have my way with him. “I had a few x-rated thoughts of my own that night too.”
He sucked in his stomach as my hair trailed across it, tickling him. I filed the information away – a ticklish man was often a lot more biddable, I’d found, and so much more fun to torment.
“You made me come three times,” I went on, “…in my imagination.”
“Only three? I’m sure I can do better in real life.”
“You promised me you did all your best work in the nude,” I reminded him.
“Only I’m not in the nude…yet.”
Trust a lawyer to find a loophole.
I edged the top of the shorts down over the head of his cock and gasped at the sight of it. It was beautiful. Even bigger than I’d imagined and, by the looks of it, desperate to start work on giving us both a great deal of pleasure.
I pulled the boxers down slowly, revealing inch after glorious inch of the rock-hard shaft jutting up from big, cum-filled balls and nestling in a bed of thick, dark hair.
Delicious. All my favourite flavours at once.
To get my first taste, I drew my tongue up from his balls to the sensitive spot on the head where the skin puckered and was pulled tight by the force of Radford’s huge erection.
He moaned and arched his back, thrusting his cock upwards. “Suck me,” he breathed. “I want your mouth around my cock.”
But I wasn’t ready yet. Instead I licked him again, and circled my tongue right around under the rim of the purple head. He arched and thrust again but I dodged him. Pre-cum slicked my lips and I licked it away, savouring a foretaste of pleasures yet to come.
“In my fantasy, you were lying back on crisp, white sheets like these,” I continued, pulling his shorts right off and throwing them far out of reach. “And you had your hand around your cock, rubbing and squeezing.”
“With you in the room?” Radford seemed surprised at the missed opportunity.
“You were making it even bigger and harder, just for me,” I said, my hands pushing his legs apart slightly so I could find his balls.
Radford’s eyes closed in ecstasy and his hips melted back into the bed as he surrendered to my fingers.
“I want to watch you now,” I said. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
With a wicked smile, Radford’s hand snaked down his body before his fingers clenched around his cock. His eyes never left mine as his hand moved up and down, deliberately taunting and teasing me, showing off this perfect piece of manhood to tempt me, re-enacting my fantasy.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Every muscle in Radford’s body tensed in time to each stroke. He lost himself completely in the sensations focusing in his groin as if the only thing in the world was pleasure.
“You too,” he urged, his breathing taking on the slow rhythm of his very naughty hand. The foreskin pulled back from the head of his cock, daring me to take it in my mouth, the tip coated with pre-cum again. “I want to watch you too. Touch your pussy for me.”
I shuddered at the pain that shot through me when my fingertip grazed my clit. The bud rested hard and proud against my bone, needing to be touched and kissed and released like the rest of my body. It ached to have Radford’s lips around it again and burned to the touch.
I slicked my finger back and forwards between the folds of my sex, conscious that Radford had shifted so he could see exactly what I was doing. He couldn’t help but lick his lips, remembering how good I’d tasted so many hours ago, his mouth ravenous to renew its acquaintance with my smooth, saturated pussy.
I made sure he could see when I slipped two fingers inside my sex, knowing it would drive him wild. A sudden bolt of pleasure shot through me when I
rubbed my G-spot, squeezing my stomach tight and forcing out a ragged sigh of desire.
“Do it again,” Radford begged, his hand quickening around his cock. “I want to see. You’re so fucking hot.”
My eager fingers repeatedly flicked the sensitive spot inside me while the other hand still massaged Radford’s balls. A minute longer and I’d make myself come but Radford Byrne was not a man to be experienced at a distance.
I wanted him to give me my first orgasm. I needed that titanic cock of his buried inside me and pounding hard while he pressed me down against the bed.
And from the amount of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock, he was as ready and eager as I was.
Unable to resist him for a moment longer, I swooped down and engulfed Radford’s cock in my mouth, taking him deep down my throat and sucking hard.
“Oh my God,” Radford cried on a sharp breath, holding my hair off my face so he could watch my mouth moving up and down. “You are amazing. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He thrust up into my mouth, his hips picking up the rhythm of my hand. The unfamiliar contours of his mouth-wateringly, wonderful cock set the tip of my tongue exploring the veins and ridges all around it. I’d never tasted anything so good before, nor been to bed with a man as huge as Radford.
Gargantuan was an understatement when it came to the thick, swollen column thrusting up from his balls. My lips stretched wide around it, not daring to believe my luck at its size, my heart racing at the thought of it splitting my pussy wide apart.
Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to have him and sat up, bracing my hands against his chest.
He closed his eyes and sighed with relief as I guided his cock towards the lips of my pussy. They parted like a soft kiss around the smooth, purple head and stretched to swallow the first inch of the biggest, most beautiful cock I’d ever had.
I let out a long, slow sigh of lust, trying to relax so I could drink him down whole.
Radford’s hands clutched my hips, taking my weight as I lowered myself tentatively inch by breathtaking inch. The walls of my sex stretched wide at first but then clenched around it, drawing Radford’s cock deeper and deeper inside my impatient body.
In my fantasy, Radford had known exactly how to please me but the real life version literally went the extra inch. He filled and satisfied me like no other man ever had. Every movement he made, every touch and kiss, deliberately pushing me closer to the edge.
Having only half his cock buried inside me made him impatient for the rest. He thrust his hips up suddenly, forcing himself in deeper before I was ready and making me cry out in surprise.
“Wait,” I begged, wriggling down another inch. “Slowly. Gently. It’s too big.”
He sat up and kissed my breathless mouth. “You’re making me too big. It’s huge and hard because you’re so hot.”
His big hands cradled my bum, holding me steady and giving the walls of my pussy time to relax that last little bit. Even though he must have been straining to thrust inside me, Radford held back, concentrating on kissing me senseless.
One long finger sneaked in between my cheeks to massage my anus and I convulsed against him. Every nerve ending burned white hot. I’d never experienced pleasure like it.
And this was only foreplay.
“Do you like that,” he asked needlessly, forcing his finger harder against me. “Do you want me to fuck you there too?”
I couldn’t answer. His finger bought a whole new swathe of sensations to the maelstrom already surging around my pussy, taking my breath away.
Ready or not, I forced myself down hard onto his cock until his rough pubes scratched my swollen clit. The walls of my sex resisted at the first hesitant strokes up and down his thick shaft but the pain only added to the excitement as I picked up speed.
Radford collapsed back against the sheets, spread out against the cool, white cotton, just as I’d imagined. He was truly one hot fantasy come to life. Although the miraculous pleasure building around my sex felt all too real.
Radford struggled for breath, his chest heaving at the climax that threatened to explode through him. His skin glistened with sweat in the soft light – as if I needed evidence of how much I excited him.
“Faster,” he groaned. “Fuck me harder.”
His hands clutched my hips forcing me down onto his cock with increasingly powerful strokes as he bucked and writhed under me.
I love it when a man’s this vulnerable. When he’ll do anything to satisfy himself. Go to any lengths to come and surrender himself completely to down and dirty lust.
But instead of going faster, I tormented him by slowing down. Even though a few more thrusts would have sent me plunging into orgasm.
We had forty-eight hours. All the time in the world. Where was the fire?
Inside Radford, apparently.
Before I knew what was happening, Radford overbalanced me and I fell sideways on the bed, his cock sliding out of my pussy.
I gave a cry of disappointment but it was stifled by Radford’s mouth coming down on mine. He rolled on top of me, pushing my legs wide apart with his rough, hairy thighs and pinning my hands above my head.
“You’re not the only one with a fantasy,” he whispered. “And this is mine.”
He rammed himself back inside me, the weight of his body and the force of his thrusts pushing his cock up hard against the limits of my pussy.
I screamed. “Stop. It’s too much.”
But it wasn’t too much and I wrapped my legs around his back, opening my body up to him completely. My thighs held him prisoner inside me and he couldn’t have escaped, even if he’d wanted to.
Radford’s gigantic cock, growing bigger and harder with every plunge, was unyielding against my G-spot. A ridge half way down the thick shaft pressed hard against it – in and out. Stroking, arousing and fuelling the fires of passion that turned my pussy into an inferno.
“Harder,” I cried as the first rush of orgasm surged through me. “Faster. Fuck me harder. You’re making me come.”
Radford pushed his hand under my arse, holding me tight against his cock as he exploded into me. Goosebumps down his spine told me he was coming too.
He cried out, pleasure transporting him into a world that began and ended where our two bodies joined.
He took me with him.
The walls of my pussy tightened around his cock and rippled along its length. My G-spot and clit detonated simultaneously and I dropped into orgasm, falling and falling as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me.
I called out Radford’s name and dug my fingers into his taut bum, pressing down hard with each thrust. He moved automatically, no longer in control of his body. Instinct had taken over, driving him on until his balls shot hot cum deep inside me.
His groan of release was horny, base and filthy, and in perfect harmony with my own.
Radford Byrne had just given me the greatest sex I’d ever had in my life and the biggest orgasm. Our bodies meshed perfectly together, every pleasure point on my skin matching one on his.
His hard to my soft. His rough to my smooth. His huge cock to my tight pussy.
A match made in the kind of heaven where there are very few angels – only delightful, badly behaved men.
Spent, Radford relaxed and tried to move his weight but I pulled him down heavily on top of me. I adored the secure bulk of him, anchoring me to the bed after floating on pleasure for so long. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
He kissed me. His hands running up and down my body to coax the last shreds of pleasure out of me.
“That was unbelievable,” he said against my lips. “You are so sexy.”
When I’d come, I thought I’d used up a lifetime’s orgasms all at once but Radford’s body knew differently. He was hard still. Hot and hard. And I was so relieved I’d booked the suite for the next two days.
“You’re right,” I said, surrendering to another kiss that set my whole body
tingling again. “You do all your best work in the nude.”
Radford laughed softly close to my ear. He shifted slightly to free my breast, his fingers pinching the nipple taut and eager to be sucked. “That wasn’t the whole thing though,” he warned.
“There’s more?”
He raised himself up onto one elbow so he could see down the length of my body. Every inch of me quivered with satisfaction, the skin flushed and with the marks of his possession still branded across it.
“That was a preliminary hearing,” Radford said, lowering his lips to my nipple and sucking hard. “An enquiry to find out if there’s a case to answer.”
I caught my breath as pleasure reignited. “I’ve a feeling I ought to plead guilty right now and go straight to punishment.”
Radford looked up at me, that slow, sexy smile lighting his handsome face. “Now where would be the fun in that?” he asked.
His hand crept down towards my hot pussy. It felt enticingly bruised and sore after being penetrated by Radford’s thick cock. As if reading my mind, he began to gently massage its folds, spreading sticky cum from my clit down to my anus. I remembered his promise to fuck me there too and the hole puckered in anticipation.
“Who knows, I might be a hostile witness,” I said on a contented sigh. “I won’t tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”
“In that case, I’ll need to call the police back here to arrest you.”
“If you do, I won’t come quietly.”
He laughed. “I know. I’ve already worked out you’re a screamer.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No it’s not,” he said, slipping a finger inside me. “It’s a very, very sexy thing indeed.”
And then he kissed me again, ready to prove it beyond all reasonable doubt.
Chapter Eight
I’m not a man given to exaggeration but, lying in bed next to Allie Lawless, I thought I might have discovered the most incredible woman that ever walked this earth.
Looking at her, with her glossy, dark hair spread out across the pillow and those soft, pink lips that could reduce me to a quivering mass of weak flesh and bone, I knew she was certainly the most beautiful.
