by Terra Wolf
“And what is it you want?” the man asked.
I picked at a few chips before I drained the rest of my beer.
“To share my appetizer with you. Hungry, hot stuff?” I asked.
The man smiled at me and slid his chair closer, allowing his fingers to gravitate towards my food. I watched as he scooped some salsa onto his chip, then placed it in his mouth. His lips were pink. Twinged with life and pulsing with a need of its own as I watched him eat. We shared the appetizer together and nursed another beer, allowing the comfortable silence to settle between us.
Then, it was him who broke the silence.
“Has anyone ever told you that your hair matches your personality?”
Chapter 5
Grant
I was thankful the guys went to go play pool because I didn’t want them thinking I’d ditched them for a piece of ass. And fuck, was I staring at a beautiful one. I didn’t go for most kinds of women. The men of the group enjoyed one particular kind, and those were the innocent women with the big eyes. The ones with the quiet dispositions and the fidgeting fingers. To them, there was something about corrupting a bit of innocence that was appealing to them.
But I didn’t enjoy those types of women.
I liked mine bold. Confident. With a bit of meat on her thighs. I liked mine a little louder and sultrier, with a dash of sass. I enjoyed silencing their arguments with my cock and hearing them cry out for mercy in my ear when they found out the man with the fake leg had a big ass cock. I loved hearing them choke on it. I loved watching their fiery eyes fill with tears as they fell to their knees to please me.
And fuck, did I love the way they took control when they were on top.
“Has anyone ever told you your hair matches your personality?” I asked.
I saw her eyes studying me as I plucked a chip from the basket.
“Can’t say I have,” she said. “Though I’m impressed. Most men don’t ever care to learn my hair color.”
“Do you fuck a lot of blind men? It’s pretty hard to miss.”
“Not sure if that’s a compliment or a quip.”
“Take it as either,” I said. “I don’t care.”
The two of us picked at the chips as we stole glances at one another. The way her lips wrapped around her beer was sensual, and it tugged at something carnal in me. My eyes scanned her body, taking in every valley and curve I wanted my hand to grasp onto. I wasn’t trying to hide it. It was stupid for men to do that kind of thing. If a woman didn’t like it, all she had to do was speak up. Tell me to stop. I was a gentleman. I would stop if she wanted.
But this beautiful woman was devouring me right back, her eyes telling the same story of her own wanton desires.
She grabbed her beer and downed the rest of it before she slid from her stool. I watched as she grabbed onto one more chip, her lips making a show of eating it in front of my eyes. A bit of salsa dripped onto her lips and she licked it off with her tongue. I groaned internally, thinking about that tongue wrapping around the head of my cock.
Fuck. This woman was going to be the death of me tonight.
I watched the swaying of her hips as she made her way to the bathroom. I watched her closely, hoping for that one little motion. That one little signal that told me she wanted me to follow her. I could feel my hips warming and my cock rising. I could taste the saltiness of her pussy and feel her warmth around my dick. My eyes followed her as she stopped at the women’s restroom, her hand descending onto the doorknob as she froze.
Then, her eyes rose and connected with mine.
There it was. The signal was coming.
She nodded her head as she pushed into the restroom and the game was on. I wiped my hands off and chugged the rest of my beer, feeling it work its way through my body as I steadied myself on my leg. I wiped my mouth off and tossed the napkin onto the bar, then made my way to the bathroom.
I pushed through the door and locked it behind me, listening as a sultry giggle wafted from the last stall.
“I was wondering if you got the hint,” she said.
I pushed open each and every bathroom door, allowing the metal to clang against metal as I made my way for her. She giggled with every sound as I approached the last stall, my cock at full attention behind the confines of my jeans. I pushed through the door and saw her standing there, her shoes and jeans already cast aside as she leaned against the wall.
“Why don’t you shut that door and come here?” she asked.
I shut the stall door and locked it as my eyes raked over her body. Her legs were full and toned, with her thigh muscles ever-so-slightly defined. I wanted to drop to my knees and taste all of her.
I wanted to fuck her, make her beg, then leave her with my come dripping down her thigh.
I strode to her and crashed my lips down onto hers. I felt her sharp intake of breath, surprised at the control I ripped from her. My hands snaked underneath her shirt, feeling her soft stomach as I made my way to her tits. My hand worked its way underneath her bra, feeling her luscious mound pebbling for me as I massaged it.
Her body was so warm, and I could already smell her delicious pussy.
My lips worked their way down her neck, nipping at her skin and messing up her clothes. My free hand explored between her thighs, feeling her wetness gathering at her panties as she rolled into my hand. I grinned against her skin. At how desperate she was for any sort of friction. I could feel the goosebumps cascading along her skin as I bent my lips down to her nipple.
She moaned the sweetest sound I had ever heard as my lips wrapped around her tit.
I marked her breast and sucked her nipples until she was begging me for more. I slid my hand into her panties, my fingertips dipping into her wetness. My cock was dripping against my boxers, aching to be inside of this beautiful woman whose name I didn’t know.
Or couldn’t recall.
Whichever was the right one.
“Shit,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I swirled her clit slowly with my wet fingertips as I tugged at her nipple with my teeth.
“I need… I need more,” she said.
“Do we have any manners?” I asked.
I lifted my gaze to hers, reveling in the glassy-eyed stare of a woman who was giving herself over to me.
“Please,” she said in a whisper. “Please give me more.”
I slid my hand from her, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. I brought my fingertips to my lips, licking her arousal off my skin. She groaned with lust, her pupils blown wide as I held her gaze. Her hands dropped to my pants and pulled my cock out, through my zipper.
She gripped the meat of me tightly as I held onto her thighs, prompting her to jump as I pinned her against the wall.
My thick girth was dripping as I slid into her. She was warm and wet. Tight as fuck for a woman who was so skilled at the way she was seducing me. I pinned her to the bathroom wall with my hands as my knees faltered, her pussy taking me by surprise.
It was better than any I’d ever had, and it took me a second to steady myself.
Her hands were gripping into my ass as I rolled into her. I could feel her legs contracting around my waist as she pulled me deeper into her body. Our lips collided in sloppy kisses, our teeth clattering as our tongues battled for dominance. My hands rushed to her thighs and gripped them, looking for any sort of leverage as I began to pound into her.
“That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Give it to me. I love it hard. Rough. Fuck!”
Skin slapping skin filled the women’s restroom as I watched my cock disappear into her body. Her white arousal was slicking my skin and splattering all over my pelvis. She was wet for me. Drenched and dripping down my balls as I plowed into her. I was having a hard time catching my breath as her scent filled my nostrils.
She smelled so divine she almost choked me.
Her hands threaded around my neck and brought me back to her lips. Our foreheads rested together
as I began to roll deeply into her. I felt her entire body trembling as my balls pulled into my body. I was so close I could taste my own fucking climax. This woman felt heavenly cradled around my cock. Her curves were warm, and her skin was inviting. Her warmth and wetness created a sound that was earth-shattering every time I sank my cock into her.
But it was her eyes. How vulnerable and desperate they were whenever I caught sight of them.
It was her eyes that kept me hooked as I approached my end.
“So close,” I said with a grunt.
“Come with me,” she said. “Let me come around your cock.”
I thrust one last time into her body and stilled. My legs trembled as I bit down onto my lip, stifling my groans as she threw her head back into the wall. Her pussy fluttered around my dick, sucking the hot threads of come I had for her as I unloaded into her body. I gripped hard onto her thighs with a touch that would leave bruises behind for her in the morning. I pressed her as far into the wall as I could get her as my lips peppered her chest with kisses.
I panted into the side of her neck as our mixture of arousals dripped down my balls.
We stayed like that for a while, her body collapsing against mine. I released her thighs and ran my hands up her curves, memorizing them one last time. I brought my lips up to hers for one last kiss before I helped steady her on her feet, then I tucked my cock back into my pants.
I looked into her eyes, and for the first time, I wanted to stick around and get to know this firecracker.
Chapter 6
Violet
Holy fuck.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I had never come that hard in my life. Between his fingertips digging into my thighs and his thick ass cock pressing against my walls in ways I’d never felt before, I was on cloud nine. This man wasn’t just sexy as fuck. He was packing a piece of meat I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. And he was a real gentleman, helping me steady myself onto my feet once he peeled me from the wall.
He even handed me some toilet paper so I could clean myself up.
People were knocking at the door, getting angry that they couldn’t come in. I was more than willing to go another round with this handsome man, but the people in the bar were growing restless. I could smell our sex in the air as I situated my clothes back onto my body, making sure my boobs were in my bra, and my hair was not as messed as I knew it probably was.
“You ready?” he asked.
Fuck. What was his name again?
Did it honestly matter anyway? He’d be gone in the morning. Might as well get my night’s worth of him.
“How mad do you think they’re gonna be?” I asked as I unlocked the door.
“Guess we’re about to find out.”
We unlocked the door, and people stared at us as we left. The manager was standing there with his hands on his hips, looking like an angry fucking grandmother as he pointed towards the front door. I giggled as I made my way to it, diverting to grab my purse and pay for my stuff in the process.
But the man with the big dick stopped me in my tracks.
“I got it,” he said. “Least I can do.”
“For what?” I asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Just let me get it. That’s how this works.”
I relented, holding my hands up in mock surrender as he threw some cash onto the bar.
The manager followed us out the door, making sure we left. I laughed the entire way; my head was thrown back as the smell of this man permeated my skin. We walked out into the nighttime air as it blew around us, threatening to wipe his scent from my body as my hair billowed around my shoulders.
I looked over at him and smiled as his eyes raked down my body again.
“Wanna get out of here?” I asked.
“Depends on where you wanna go,” he said.
“Figured we could do something else. Get another drink. Destroy another bathroom. Get kicked out of another bar.”
“Or we could just go somewhere and make all the noise we wanted,” he said.
“Well, I would take you back to my place, except I don’t live alone.”
“Please don’t tell me I just fucked someone’s wife. This night was going so well.”
“No,” I said with a snicker. “I live with my folks. You know, helping them out with bills and shit.”
“Guess you wouldn’t wanna wake your Dad as I fucked you against a wall, huh?”
His words shot shivers down my spine as I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“Probably not,” I said.
“We can head back to my place. Wanna follow me?”
“Unless you want to give me your address,” I said. “But I think following you is gonna be easier.”
“I’m okay with either. I’m the black muscle car at the end of the parking lot.”
I followed his finger as he pointed, admiring the intricate details of his car I could see even from this distance.
“That’s a nice ride,” I said.
“You ever been in one?” he asked.
“A time or two. But don’t tell my brother. He’d get pissed if he knew.”
“Got a protective one?”
“I think that’s the tame word for it, yes,” I said with a grin.
“Well then, this’ll be our little secret,” he said.
I made my way to my car and made sure to get behind his car. We turned onto the main road, and I followed him through the city streets of my hometown. I rolled down my window so I could take in the fresh air that blew. I felt my body already rising to the occasion, my nipples painfully peaked behind my bra. I was ready to feel him against me again. I was ready to mark his body the way I knew he had just marked mine. His cock was the only cock that made me feel empty once he had slid it from between my legs.
And I wanted to be full of it again.
I’d never been the woman to deny myself anything. I did enough of that in high school just to appease my brother. His friends were off limits. His life was off limits. His secrets were off limits. Basically, everything about him was fucking off limits. It pissed me off because we used to be so close. He was my strength when our family was going through hard times. When I watched my mother cry from hunger just so Ford and I could eat. When I listened to my parent’s fight because they didn’t see each other because of their jobs.
But when he disappeared into his own little life, he left me behind. And that was when I promised myself I wouldn’t deny anything I wanted ever again. If I wanted it, I got it. No matter what it took. My brother pulling away from the family broke me in ways I still felt today, and I longed for the closeness we once had.
Why should I suffer anymore just because I thought he would disapprove?
I pulled into a small home behind the handsome man whose face I wanted to feel between my legs. It was just enough house for a man like him, situated in an abandoned cul de sac surrounded by trees. He got off his bike and came to my door, opening it for me as he held out his hand.
“What a gentleman,” I said with a grin.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to burst that bubble in a second.”
The moment we got into his home, he pressed me against the closed door. My lips swelled underneath the contact of his as our tongues tasted one another. His chiseled body was pressed against me as his hand threaded into the thickness of my hair. He tugged my head off to the side, his teeth raking down my skin as I groaned.
Fuck. I’d never been tossed around like this in my life.
And I loved it.
He tugged me into the kitchen by my hair and bent me over the kitchen counter. His hand slid down my back, the cracked the swell of my clothed ass. I groaned at the sensation as he did it again, marking the other ass cheek to match the one that was now burning. He massaged my cheeks before he yanked at my jeans, tugging them down my hips without even unbuttoning them.
He peeled my clothes off my lower body as I heard them pile up on the floor.
I was
dripping for him as my breasts pressed into the cold kitchen counter. My fingertips were curling around the edge, trying to make sure my head didn’t smash into the wall. I felt him drop to his knees as my legs were tossed over his shoulders, my body suspended in midair as his breath pulsed against my pussy.
His arms wrapped around my hips, his hands parting my ass cheeks as his fingertips played with the rim of my puckered hole.
What the fuck was this man doing to me?
I felt his tongue dart out and run along my slit. He gathered my juices onto his tongue, making a show of him swallowing as I groaned. I tried to look back and find him, but all I could see were his hands resting on the swell of my reddened ass cheeks. Playing with my asshole and making me lust for him in ways no man ever had before.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” he said.
His tongue delved into my depths, and I moaned into the counter. My cheek pressed against the cool surface as he lapped at my clit, his tongue working me in ways that made my core burn. My toes were already curling, and I tried bucking back into him. But his hands on my ass stilled my movements, pinning me open for him as my knees settled on the kitchen counter.
His hands pressed my knees open, parting the whole of me for him to enjoy. His tongue slid into my entrance before making its way up my ass crack, causing me to cry out into his kitchen. I moaned involuntarily as his tongue slipped into my asshole, and his moans vibrated my ribcage.
“Fuck yes,” he said in a whisper.
He licked all of me, sopping up my asshole as my pussy dripped for him. I could hear him gulping me down. Drinking from my fountain of youth as he pried me further open. I wasn’t sure how much more bending I could take. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head as my toes curled. His tongue pressed into my clit as his thumb teased my puckered hole, threatening to pierce the tight ring and take the only type of virginity I had left to me.
And I wanted to give it to him.
I wanted to give all of it to him.
I pressed back into him, feeling his thumb breach my hole. I cried out in pleasure, begging him as his tongue drove deeper into my depths. My hands curled around the edge of the counter as I begged for my orgasm. I begged this stranger for everything I could have ever wanted. Promised him things no other woman could give him if he would just let me cum.
