Part of me is going to be embarrassed when he finally does take my panties off, but the rest of me doesn’t even care.
I have to be realistic. This will only last one night. It’s time to turn off my logical brain and just allow my animal brain to take over. No logic. No reason. Just pleasure.
No one will know but us. I can explore and try and experiment. But what will he think if I’m not good? I can’t worry about hypotheticals. I just have to go for it.
His hand finds the small of my neck and I feel the strength and precision contained in those hands of his as he gently massages me.
His massage turns a bit deeper and I feel the stress melt away as I close my eyes and breath in deep.
He turns his hand so his fingers are pointing back up and then does a light scratch along the base of my skull with the tips of his fingers.
The nerves in my scalp can’t thank him enough.
“That feels so good,” I say.
“Not only for you,” he says.
He continues a few more seconds before running his hand forward and behind my ear to one of my most sensitive spots before bringing it across my shoulders where his massage resumes.
I open my eyes and raise my flute to my lips again. Combining the sweet, bubbly alcohol with his touch is a sure-fire recipe for complete intoxication from mind to body to soul.
I keep my eyes on the glass as I lower it back down. I’m doing everything I can to avoid eye contact that I know will set me off. I’m so ready. So gone. So his right now.
As my arm begins to straighten bringing the glass down along my side my eyes are distracted by a visual line that throws off the vertical length of our bodies.
A horizontal line. His pants which are stretching out way beyond reason right in the groin area.
I’m done. I can’t handle this anymore.
I kneel down and set the glass carefully by the full-length window.
I reach for his glass which he easily relinquishes.
I set his glass next to mine and steady myself on my knees as I run my hand along the top of the fabric which now extends right in my face.
Even through his clothes I can feel it twitch, a twitch which gets stronger and bigger as I approach the tip.
I run my finger along the bottom side trying to understand just how long he really is. He’s well over eight inches. I’m guessing maybe nine or ten.
And this judge gives him a perfect ten for his firmness as well. I may only be tantalizing teasing him with one finger but it’s clear I’ll be able to hang my towel from that amazing cock of his when I shower off after what’s going to happen oh so soon.
As my finger finds its way back to the tip I pause, before bringing the ends of my index fingers and thumbs on both hand together turning my hands into two perfect circles, one stacked on top of the other.
But the circumference isn’t big enough so I open my grip wider before I move my hands forward and over that fabric.
I bring my grip down on his cock eliciting a deep exhale from his mouth.
“I can’t wait to put that in my mouth,” I say, summoning a naughty side of me that I’ve waited forever to let out.
“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say.
“You dirty little girl. My dirty little girl. Only mine.”
“Your personal cocksucker,” I say slightly taken aback at my own words, but also feeling empowered. Empowered to know that I just might be able to bring this high-powered man to his knees…from my knees.
I release my grip and place my hands around the shaft leaning forward and rubbing the fabric along the sides of my cheek, feeling his cock twitch again but this time against my face. His rod is taking on a life of its own and it’s making me feel more alive than I ever have.
“You’re going to make my pants rip,” he says.
“You can rip through them or I can rip them off,” I say. “But either way that cock is coming out and then coming into my mouth before it comes all over my face.”
“Not your beautiful face,” he says. “I will mark you though. You can count on that. But when I mark you I’m not going to mark you for a minute or an hour or a night. I’m going to mark you forever…as the mother of my first-born child. My first-born male son. That’s how I’ll show the world that I own you and that you’re mine.”
“And at the same time you’ll be mine,” I say. “For all the world to see.”
“You better fucking believe it,” he says.
Does he really want to come inside me? And am I really going to let him? At some point we’ll need to slip on a condom, but then again when will I ever have a chance to make such sexy sons? Such perfect offspring.
Never.
Because there’s only one of him.
And only one of his cock which I’m worshiping but the time for that is now up.
I reach for his zipper and carefully pull it forward towards me before even more carefully sliding it around the tip of his dick and down along his shaft.
His cock is sticking right in my face, covered only by microthin modal cloth from his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
I grab it again and place my mouth around it sizing it up. I don’t allow my lips to make contact, instead looking up at him and seeing the pain in his face as he waits for the physical contact that I don’t make.
The duality of wanting and waiting, but still feeling the pleasure at the same time. But it’s mixed with the pain of desire and the wanting of more.
More of what I haven’t given him. Yet.
I unbutton the top button of his pants and pull them down past his muscular thighs to his ankles allowing me to see every inch of his lower body as I bring them down.
I run my hands along the outsides of his legs as I come back up. As I reach his knees I bring my hands inside feeling that artery on the inside of his leg pumping blood rapidly up towards his appendage.
I run my hands over his Calvin’s before moving them out to the edges, grabbing the waistband firmly.
“Free my cock and then free me of this pain. This pent up aggression. This want for you. This need. I have to have you. I can’t wait any longer to feel my cock buried deep inside your mouth. I want to watch as you take as much of it as you can only to find you can take more, but not all of it. To try and fail until you have to wrap your hand around the shaft while your mouth takes the rest. And then with time you’ll take more and more and more until one day you’ll take it all. And you’ll have all of me, not just then, but now. Because when I give an inch to you I give you all of me.”
Fuck me!
I yank his briefs down and his beautiful cock springs down and then sideways before slapping me right across the face. It’s thick and hard and even longer now that I can see it up close.
I put the purple head in my mouth and run my tongue along the crease in the underside. I slide my mouth forward before pulling my head back filling the room with a popping sound before his own voice fills the air.
“Right there. Do that again, beautiful,” he says.
I do as I’m told.
“Uhhhhhh,” escapes his mouth as he moans lightly yet deeply. “Fuuuuck!” he says.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No! Don’t stop. Keep going,” he says.
His encouragement causes me to take in even more of him quickly to realize he was totally right.
He’s too big. Too engorged. Too much for my mouth.
But still I try to take more.
I move my head sideways putting his cock into my cheek as I bring my hands up and cup his balls.
“Yeah,” he says.
His knees lock and he falls forward sending his rod deeper into my throat before I hear the skin of his palms slap against the glass, breaking his fall.
“Look what you’re doing to me,” he says.
I grab the base and suck like a woman possessed.
I take as much as I can. I wrap my hands around his ass and grab it hard, pushing it
toward me sending even more dick down my windpipe.
I cough and pull back.
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” he commands.
But I can’t. I need air.
And he needs this to continue.
He pushes himself back from the glass and then kneels grabbing me by my armpits and pulling my up and off the floor like he’s curling a one-pound barbell.
I steady my feet and he tugs at my top pulling it up and over my head.
I look down at his cock pointing due north.
I grab his shirt and pull it up. Despite my aggression to get him stripped the fabric it too high quality to wrap.
I fumble with his buttons as he fondles my chest through my bra.
As soon as I finish the last button I move my hands out allowing him to remove the shirt as I make quick work of my bottoms and panties. I unclasp my bra tossing it aside and then toss off my shoes.
I grab his Chelsea boots while I’m down there and slide them off quickly followed by his socks.
He grabs me and pulls my body against his with a force and quickness that shows just how urgent he is.
His hand wrap around the outsides of my shoulders, grabbing a hold before rising up quickly bringing me off the ground instantly.
He releases me and I’m completely flying in the air only to feel his hands catch my waist as I fall.
I wrap my legs around his back as his hand slides through my hair and I bring my face toward his as our lips crash together for the first time.
CHAPTER 13
Doctor Church
The taste of her lips mixed with the champagne is beyond intoxicating.
My tongue explores the inside of her mouth as quickly as hers does the same.
I wanted to make love to this woman and I know there will be plenty of time for that, but right now all I can think about is fucking her like she’s never been fucked before.
I grab my cock with my right hand as I hold her juicy ass with my left.
I line it up to her opening and I feel her body pull up slightly at the realization that I’m at her entrance and ready to go.
Her hands find my shoulders and she braces herself.
I feel her ass tighten in my hand as she moves her body down forcefully at the same time my hips thrust up sending my cock inside her.
Our lips come apart as we both moan deep like two animals fucking in the night.
And that’s exactly what we are.
She leans in closer and locks her hands around my neck.
I bring my other hand underneath her ass and squeeze it hard before lifting her up and down up and down up and down allowing my cock to impale her pussy.
I feel her walls squeeze against my shaft but I’m too strong.
Each contraction from inside her catches the side of the head of my cock where the most sensitive nerve endings are and I’m threatening to blow my load inside her so hard and deep that she’ll be pregnant with ten kids…and still have enough of my come to be dripping out of her for a month.
And that’s what I want. Exactly what I want.
I want her to be constantly reminded of exactly what she’s getting from me.
All my come and all my emotion.
Animalistic rage and connection now, and something entirely different later.
But there’s no time to think about that.
I thrust my hips harder than before, so hard it carries both of our bodies forward.
I turn slightly and continue moving watching her hair move wildly as her body bounces like a rag doll.
I hear a thump and there’s nowhere else to go.
I move sideways and watch as her back leaves a long sweaty mark against the window.
No window there and we would have fallen right off the cliff of the building and into the night.
And that’s exactly what happens in a different way when her back against the window give me even more leverage to thrust deeper inside me.
“Uhhh. Uhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhh,” I moan until my body stills for a split second.
“I’m gonna come,” she yells.
Simultaneously I fill her with my sperm as her body releases its come all over my dick.
I feel it drip down my rod and along my ballsack before trickling down the inside of my leg.
I’m panting trying to catch my breath, but it’s not working.
She leans into me and I feel her rock hard nipples press against my chest causing another wave of jizz to fill her just as deeply as the first.
“Ahhh,” she moans at the secondary ejaculate filling her, sure to soon spill out like some of the last. I’ve got too much for her to hold.
Too much pent up inside me for years only to be released by the most earth shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
She leans back against the glass and stares right at me.
Both of our mouths hang open as we’re still panting to catch our breath.
“I told you I’d make you mine, that I’d mark you, and you marked me too.”
“I did,” she musters in-between gasps.
“I feel your come running down my leg and I can only think of one other place I wish it was.”
“Where’s that?”
“Exploding in my mouth with my lips wrapped around your pussy and my tongue buried inside you.”
“Oh my god. Oh yes.”
“And when that happens I won’t spill a single drop. Ever. I’ll have you coming morning, noon and night so I have enough to bottle and drink like it’s the real fountain of youth because being with you gives me an energy that makes me feel younger and more vital than I ever have. And I’m completely addicted.”
CHAPTER 14
Matilda
And then he flipped me around and did exactly that while I stared out the window at the amazing view.
A man of this size, strength, and class on his knees as I came in his mouth.
A small spot had been missed, starting to run down the inside of my leg this time, but I wasn’t going to point it out.
First because my head was still spinning.
Second because he’d delivered completely and fully.
But true to his word he saw it himself and placed his tongue flat along my leg and licked all the way up from the inside of my knee to my folds, cleaning me of my small spillage all the while staring up at me with complete eye contact and intensity.
And I rewarded him for his efforts by climaxing in his mouth a second time as I bent over the couch and he ate me out from behind.
I’d never had a proper earth shattering orgasm before and now I was stacking them up like chips at the casino.
And being with him was the ultimate gamble. He had my body so completely there was no looking back.
And now I felt he was ready to have my heart.
He patted me dry with an oversized white towel, the perfect compliment to the bath he’d just given me. He pulled a second towel off the shelf in the bathroom and wrapped it around my hair.
This guy took being a gentleman to a whole other level.
And then, as he’d done in the garage, he scooped me up and carried me.
But this time he took me through a different threshold in his house. The threshold of his bedroom.
He carefully placed me on the center of the bed without saying a word.
I watched as his naked body moved toward the other side of the room. His V-shape…that curve in his back…not to be outdone but the curve of his ass and the muscles that were everywhere were still blowing my mind. And just to think he had the bad boy tats to complete the package. The icing on the cake if you will.
But I was the one with the cherry which he’d already popped.
I was glad I didn’t tell him. I didn’t want to give him any reason not to be the animals we both wanted to be. I didn’t want any gentle or special treatment…until now and he seemed to sense it and was preparing to give it to me.
The light sounds of instrumental music filled the room through the speakers t
hat I couldn’t see, but were certainly located in strategic positions to provide the ultimate wrap-around acoustic experience.
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