Relentless Desire

by Jacqwin Hess

  “That’s it, ride me–ride me good, Baby Girl!” And literally, he felt her pussy gush a new from his words, liking the term ‘baby girl’ from his lips.

  And she did. She settled hard on him and then jerked; tightening herself upon it, feeling it and loving it, then rode him for all it was worth! She was wild, on fire, at a total loss of her senses, control, and just didn’t care, taking him, fucking him, using him. She didn’t stop bouncing, bucking, and stabbing herself on his dick, even when he sat up and tried stopping her. She rode him with every ounce of energy in her, slamming a hand down to his hard, beautifully rippled abdomen, arching back and taking it deeper, almost hurting them.

  It took putting a hard hand on her thighs, pinning her down and flipping her under him to get control of her. He took over, shoving her legs up further, which forced her hips to draw upward, placing her opening directly up and open, and just gave her what she wanted. He full on jabbed her darling little hole, ruthless and wild; bucking, stabbing, slamming and grinding as he kept up the barrage of brutal staking hits in her cunt. He had her so open, getting deeper than he ever thought he’d be and kept his climax backed off just so he could keep enjoying the massaging of their flesh.

  Adri was dying in ecstasy; seeing him drop and stab his cock directly down into her pussy was the most beautiful sight, giving it so deep and hard to her. She loved it the most when he just began humping her, pounding her hot greedy pussy, hearing her little moans, her sweet little ‘ohs’ and ‘oohs’ with each time his dick jabbed her hole. “Fuck–oh fuck!” She loved it, moaning out and tilting more on her hips, fisting her hair as she lay there while he held her legs wide. He kept up the continual bucking and gave her a crazy wild dick stabbing. He was working it so fiercely—being everything he had warned her about and able to stay up and fuck like that for the longest time. His stamina and strength was out of this world. Amazing! She shouted out into the pillow as she suddenly blew, feeling his fingers work their magic over her clit and opening. He kept fucking her, hearing a ‘fuck yeah’ burst from his lips and his fingers wildly, brutally shimmying over her clit and pussy again, forcing her pussy to continue ejaculating for him. It was a sight to behold; so amazing, shocking and beautiful. She didn’t even think, jerking her hips so quick, it caused a vibrating sensation between them, tightening her cunt down about his dick—continuing to come, which drove him insane and over the edge. With her cunt still open and wanting his dick, she threw her head back in utter ecstasy when she got it and got it good.

  He grew rougher; testing the walls of her cunt to see just how much she could take. He just ignored her cries and cutting nails up on his shoulders, reeling in pleasure at the ecstasy he was feeling off this girl. Her cunt was so incredible. It was so perfect and tight, the flesh of her walls massaging his dick exactly how he needed—like that precious hole of her’s was made for his dick. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough, he…was the one dying and couldn’t pull himself out of her!

  Once she was relaxed and got used to it, the blinding bliss of their wild mating began. He groaned and shouted into the pillow when he kept feeling her darling little puss close about him. The tip of a cock being the most sensitive, her tightness blew his ever-loving mind and he hated that he wasn’t able to sink to his balls in her yet, but soon he would! He was determined. Right now, it was about making her scream with pleasure and learn to love his dick in her his way, to want it his way, rough, hard, fierce and nasty and want his cock to always stay in her—never shutting herself down and denying herself pleasure with him ever again.

  Sebastian had been taken to a new plane of ecstasy with Adriaunn, wanting to totally consume her and own her. She was so amazing. What she did have, she knew how to use. She had him thrown back in an arch, gripping the headboard, shaking and sweating as she just continued to slam her cunt down and tightened about him, giving this feeling of being cunt-sucked—fucking killing him, lost to the bliss of her cunt. He grunted and was the one holding on for dear life as she rode him without mercy, kept thrashing and fucking him like her life depended on it! She was so good. She was wild beneath him, making him shout out into the thick comforter as she worked it so brilliantly on him and pleasured him. He was now the one to be dying in her and lost his mind utterly on her…

  Chapter Eleven

  Adriaunn Vale…had truly turned out to be the most incredible stunning fuck of his entire life! He couldn’t stop and decided to go ahead and start preparing her for all of it—for his kind of sex and to learn to handle it, train her, but very cautiously and slowly. Eventually…he’d have her in every way he wanted….

  When she woke up some time later, he was lounged out in the bed, now wearing one of his gray t-shirts and a pair of loose-fitted cotton gray pants. She was curled up, her legs were closed back together with her foot placed on his lap. He was gently holding her foot in one hand and caressing it. Aww, he’s so sweet. I just can’t believe the difference between Sebastian and my sorry ex-husband, Cal. He never touched me like this before, was never affectionate, though I wasn’t either, but still, Sebastian has been kinder to me in the few weeks we’ve known each other than Cal was during our whole relationship. He was an abusive dick and Sebastian—well¸ I wouldn’t know would I? I do not know him well enough to form any kind of opinion and every say he wouldn’t end up doing me the same way. I’m difficult in ways he doesn’t have a clue yet. Oh God, what am I doing here?! I’m certifiable crazy. He had his other leg bent up and a laptop computer setting on it. He was working, but shifted his eyes over at her and gave her that gorgeous, sexy grin she loved so much.

  “Hey there, Angel. How are you feeling?”

  She smiled and lightly laughed. “Um…I can’t believe I’m here and…I actually did this. Don’t get me wrong, it was fabulous-wonderful, for me at least. I feel sublime! It’s been so long. I’ve never done anything like—never mind, it hardly matters now.” She wasn’t able to say she’s never done that before, which she hadn’t, but she had now. She can’t say she wasn’t a whore anymore either, still laying there half naked after letting him thoroughly pound the ever-living hell out of her—and just after Two Dates!

  He was still a stranger.

  Naturally, her conscience was twinging a bit. Now that she had her wits somewhat back, all she could think was how incredibly stupid and dangerous this had been (immoral, wrong, and naughty). Victoria told her he was safe and she could trust him, but of course, she knew Victoria would secretly love to see her fall and right now, was totally eating it up. She’d been with him several times and he’d always been a gentleman. He was…so incredibly gorgeous, supermodel hot, slabbed in muscle, and so strong, virile, and his cock?!...able to stay hard and erect and carry the pleasure on for easily a good hour or longer. He could be ready to go in less than fifteen minutes after he came. He was into this as much as she was! No, Sebastian Darvaine was a god and a beautiful one, and she was the luckiest woman on Earth to have him even the slightest bit interested in her. She worked everything she had and still ached in pleasure as the sound of her bringing him to his knees, shouting and dying in her. It had been so beautiful. Amazing! Victoria wouldn’t have encouraged her toward him if she had thought he would harm her or was dangerous, but she did warn her about what his dark side did consist of and then got to read about the rest of his dark side in the contract of consent.

  Sebastian Darvaine liked to blindfold them, tie them up, spread them wide, and fuck them raw—while doing other kinky, nasty things to them. Adri sighed and moaned, forcing herself to let go of her conscience for once. Fuck it. I needed this and deserve it! I’ve always been the good girl, refraining, sustaining and denying myself a natural human need. “I rushed it because I knew if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have gone through with it. I wouldn’t have let it happen and would have never agreed to meet you again or know you any more than I do.”

  He smiled down at her. “I’m eternally grateful you didn’t stop.” Normally an unsavory thought would come to his m
ind; that his cock was also grateful, but he wasn’t feeling it at the moment. He wasn’t thinking with his dick anymore, guided by it and realized that Adri, being as sweet and good as she was, deserved more respect from him than that and was automatically getting it. He actually liked Adriaunn and wanted her to like him back, be deserving of her time, her friendship and then her body. She was an unusually beautiful soul.

  “You don’t have to be nice. But… Thank you…for this. It was wonderful-it’s been so long.”

  “And you don’t have to be down on yourself, and wallow in pity and low self-esteem. It’s a major turn-off. In addition, don’t you ever…thank me for making love to you again. How many times have I took you…and we’ve just started? I think that in itself says everything about how it was for me and how good this is, what you do to me.”

  “Well, it’s just…I already know that I’m no good at this. Cal, my ex, told me so, quite bluntly and in great detail, so, yeah, I’m aware of…the proportion problem and lack of skill. I lack a spark!”

  “Cal’s a dick—and wrong. Oh god…was he so wrong! There was a problem all right, but it damn sure wasn’t with you. There’s not a damn thing wrong with you. Your cunt is divine, so tight and beautiful, the two of us fitting perfect together. It fucking rocked and you know it. As I said, proportionately, I can help with that and it wouldn’t take much to do it. Hell, you’re almost there now. If you trust me,” he told her, looking back down at his laptop. She shied away, turning onto her side and facing the headboard, running her fingers over the soft surface of the dark leather, thinking about it, not believing it.

  She sighed, rolled back, and looked up at him.

  “Adriaunn, my time…is extremely precious, and I’ve given you a lot of my time; cleared my schedule for you and showed up at your place, taking you to my private home in the Catskills and again, here, right now. I’ve done things with you…that I haven’t ever done with any other woman in my life. Ever. There are so many ‘firsts’ that I’m experiencing with you, breaking rules like you wouldn’t believe and doing things…I’ve never allowed myself to do. And I didn’t do all that just to fuck you, but because I…I like you. I genuinely like you and think you’re a super nice girl and….I’ve never known what being with a girl who isn’t after my money or…my looks is like. You’re the first woman to look beyond that and not care about all that—not even taking notice. The fact that you’re with me at all, here with me, in this house…says absolutely everything and every person in that gallery knows it, Victoria, her friends, Stan. They all know what this means and they all know why I’m with you, choose you–want you.”

  “So, do you like them young?” she asked and he froze for a second, staring at her.

  What the fuck did she just say? He was immediately angry, but then forced himself to let it go and calm down, understanding the question and why she asked it. “Why—”

  “Every single picture, painting, and art sold out of that store is to a man, and the girls in the pictures are young. In ninety percent of the sales from The Gallery, the girls barely look eighteen and you can easily imagine it being a fourteen-year-old. It’s disgusting. Those women in that painting you bought were all young and…” She looked down. “And…”

  “And you are a young looking thing yourself,” he stated and she lifted her eyes up at him, not denying it. “I know what’s really in your head. However, you don’t look anywhere near eighteen-years-old, Adriaunn. I can assure you, I wouldn’t be looking at you, let alone even fucking you if you did,” he looked back down at his laptop, talking more to himself. “Fucking nasty and sick.” He looked back over at her, his brow cocked and expression serious. “You look thirty or...twenty-eight at the very least,” he told her and his thoughts continued in its perverted direction. And with that pretty little cunt of yours having such lush…beautiful, plump folds, you’re very much a woman where it matters to me most. It’s sublime, even if it was unusually tight and so skilled, being every man’s dream. Fuck me—I love her cunt. He ended his wandering thoughts when they flashed to the feel of those strange ridges he felt deep inside of her vagina–scarring from something traumatic having happened to her. It infuriated him instantly and he shook to contain his rage, just knowing, her ex was probably the one who hurt her, damaged her.

  “Look, I’m sorry I said anything. Please don’t be angry, Sebastian.”

  He looked over as she sat up, worry marring her brows as she looked over at him and he realized she’d seen him shake in his rage, unclenching his fist. “I’m sorry, I’m not angry, but…I know a few too many bastards who do like them young. It is disgusting and the reason it’s not taken serious is because of who the actual pedophiles are—the whole united states congress, judges, dignitaries, police and every other person of power in our world today. Sorry, I just know too much.” He whispered, reaching over and caressing her cheek with the back of her fingers, holding his breath when she took his hand in both of her’s and kissed it.

  He felt his stomach knot, grip in emotion he hadn’t been expecting, wondering if she understood what he was referring too, knew he saw things differently than the average man and couldn’t ever just turn a blind eye, live behind the bliss of ignorance. She squeezed his hand, flopping back over on the pillows and pressed it to her chest; her eyes lifting up to his, which were filled with her innocence and beauty of her naivety about the world around her. He immediately cleared his throat and spoke, getting back to them.

  “Anyway, back to us, no, I don’t like them young, have never even ventured that way, even when I was a young boy myself just getting into the fucking scene, it’s always been older women. It was your hot sexy ass that caught my attention and I found so beautiful.”

  “So you’ve never bought some Chinese girl from a shop window?”

  Fucking seriously? She hid a grin against her arm and he knew she was just teasing now. “I’m not even dignifying that with an answer. Cheeky wench.” He replied, looking back to the computer, but then tapped his fingers on it, shifting his eyes back down at her; wondering. “So you’re not one of those people who hate the rich and only see the worst in them, are you? I hope we’re not going to have any problems with my having money and my class. I’m still burning from the reaming I took at the lake house. You were quite the little ball buster for a moment there. I can’t lie for a great deal of my class, because yes, there are those men out there who do that, but not all of us. I’m not one of them. It’s a known fact, men in general want tight cunts; the tighter the better, and yours is worth a fucking fortune—worth every penny, every single effort…and time to have it…and keep it for my pleasure. We’re wealthy, but we’re still human and many of us are good people. So, again, no and…I don’t like them young, nor immature, giddish and girly–though you’re cute in many ways and very feminine; it’s a sexy cute I adore. So, be careful what you say or ask, because you unwittingly insult me.”

  “I know and I’m sorry.”

  “You’re fucking glorious and you don’t even know it. You’re so sweet and good–kind. However, as a man, I naturally appreciate that body of yours. You have a great set of tits, a hot, beautiful pussy I’m thoroughly enjoying, an ass that begs to be spanked, gripped so tight as it’s being fucked, and a clit that brings a man to his knees. It certainly did me. Oh yeah, Cal is a major fucking idiot and a coward. He just wanted an out, and one: he chose to be ugly and hurt you in order to make himself feel better about the affairs. And two: abused you to make you hate him and leave,” he replied and her eyes flashed wide at his words, never having thought of it that way before.

  She had just automatically believed Cal and thought the worst of herself, that’s why she never had sex again, until Sebastian. He shot her a grin and reached up to her pussy. He touched over her folds, rubbing his thumb over her clit and parting her pussy lips open, easing his fingers inside of her, and resting them there. “So beautiful. So tight, even after how hard I’ve fucked you, and I can feel that it’s begging for m
ore.”

  “You kissed–ate me, used your mouth after we…you ah…”

  “The term is Snowblowing and no, I hadn’t, you aren’t ready for that yet. I’m fully aware of what you are and are not prepared for.” He casually replied, as if it were a completely natural thing for people to do and it was no big deal—kissing with come in their mouths, sharing it or passing it from one person to the other. He then gave a shrug about it, crooking a grin and glancing down at her, loving the slightly stunned expression she wore. Man, if she only knew how hot it had been…to feel her finally open up, accept my aggression, give me what I wanted and it had totally been worth the risk. He nearly came from it; it had been so deliciously nasty and a total turn on! He was hard again just from thinking about it.

  She lay there, staring at him, knowing what snowblowing was and thinking it strange how casual and flippant he’d been when saying that, saying…that word! Yes, Sebastian Darvaine was a man of great experience, maybe…too much. “But you have…before, haven’t you? You’ve done it before, with others?”

  Sebastian pressed his lips tighter together and sighed, having known this moment was coming. “Let’s just get this out right now,” he replied, pushing the laptop closed and setting it aside before giving his full attention to her. He never removed his other fingers from her pussy, loved just sitting there and teasing it. “I’ve done everything, Adri, and I do mean…every-thing.” He looked down for a second, considering his words, how much to tell her and then sighed, speaking the words and telling her. “I’m what’s referred to as bisexual, Adri–well, I was in my youth, during college years and early twenties, but that was long ago.” He stated, shaking his head and sighing down at her, running a hand over the curve of her knee and naked thigh. It would stun her to know how rough I was and sometimes still am and to hear about all the things I’ve experienced. I was the one doing the fucking, taking what I wanted, just as I have with you.