by Tiana Laveen
He gently raised his left hand, and looked down at her lap as if he were contemplating his next move. His fingers lingered in midair, and then he placed his hand delicately on her sheet-covered thigh. Leaning in a bit closer, he placed his other hand against her cheek and stared into her eyes. She swallowed while the man’s bright blue gaze drifted from her eyelashes, down to her chin, and back up again, almost as if he were sketching her in his mind. She slowly closed her eyes, unable to take the way he was looking into her soul one second longer. But then he placed his lips against hers and rested them there, so soft, so gentle.
He moved his mouth slowly, varying the pressure, and she did the same.
“Mmmmm…”
His voice vibrated within her, soothing her, taking her
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Soon she felt his hand move from her face to the back of her head, drawing her even closer. He pulled slightly away, which caused her to open her eyes and catch the cool depths of his own. He stared at her with great intensity, ran his thumb leisurely up and down her lips. Without words, he expressed so much. Gently pulling her bottom lip down, he brought his lips to hers and slid his tongue inside of her mouth. Her pussy clamped several times, and she moaned. Smoke gave an answering groan while his tongue leisurely searched within. He ran his hand unhurriedly up and down her thigh, warming it under his delicious touch. His mouth tasted like spearmint…oh how she loved spearmint. As he continued to lavish her with romantic affection, she inhaled deeply, and became intoxicated off his scent.
His bare flesh smelled of vanilla and musk with a dash of cedar… Delightful. Gently taking her hand, he placed it on his chest. She shuddered when she felt his heartbeat playing a muscle-laced rhythm beneath his skin. Her fingers meandered down the center of his torso, up and down, playfully tiptoeing along his taut, masculine exterior. He covered her hand with his own, tracing her fingers as she continued to move up and down, while their mouths kept busy in their never-ending, sensual kiss. The man moved like water, smooth, to a rhythm—the flow so perfect no one could compete, no one could compare. She’d never had anyone touch her like that before, so light, gentle, yet with a touch of command all the same.
Like a true professional, he brought it to a slow end and sat back a bit, taking a look at her with a slightly mischievous glimmer in his eye.
“You kiss well,” she offered, her hand still moving along his body.
“Thank you. So do you.”
A part of her wanted to damn near chuckle. The idea of it all, so damn romantic and preposterous all at the same time. Here she was, a former prostitute, now madam, lying in bed with a seasoned pimp. He was the very thing she should have been running from, but it felt one hundred percent right. She removed one strap of her gown and then the other, exposing her breasts. He wasted no time in taking inventory as his sight left her eyes and went down to her bosom. Cupping one, he ran his thumb tenderly over the nipple. Before she knew what hit her, he swooped low like an eagle and engulfed the other in his warm mouth, causing her to instantly moan and fall back, enjoying his oral skill. He drew harder on her nipple, his cheeks hollowed as he made a meal of her body.
He kept her breast in his mouth, while gently kneading the other, his large hand completely covering it. This is the damndest thing… She felt so relaxed, as if he were administering a deep tissue massage, spa quality. He reversed, switching to the other breast while rubbing his nimble fingers along her flesh. She trembled when he sucked a bit harder then wrapped his muscular arm around her waist, drawing her impossibly closer until he’d had his fill. A few moments later, he lifted his head and studied her a while before slowly sliding her gown, that was now bunched around her waist, past her thighs, knees and feet, until he was able to toss it to the side. He picked her up as if she weighed the same as a bird feather, and placed her gently smack dab in the middle of the bed, situating her just as he wished. As he looked into her eyes, she could have sworn that, for a split second, her damn body shut down, heart and all. The intensity, the way his indigo orbs glowed… She gasped when he shoved her legs apart, then slowly, teasing her to no end, he ran his fingertips gently, oh so gently, against her saturated pussy folds.
“Ahhhhh….” His strokes were pure perfection.
“Mmmm.” She writhed above the sheets, bunching them beneath her impassioned body, and her hips began to buck to his touch. Soon she felt his long finger slide inside of her, and then another. “Ohhhhhh!” she moaned louder, as she moved in rhythm with his tactile pussy embrace.
“Damn you’re so wet, Pussycat…”
He drew his fingers together inside of her, creating a come hither motion, working her up just right.
“Ahhhh…” The intensity built inside her like a slow starting furnace, soon to set the entire place aflame. “Ahhhh!” Opening her eyes, she caught a glimmer in his magnificent blue eyes, paired with a roguish smirk.
“You like that, baby?” he said smoothly, that deep voice making the experience all the more tantalizing. He knew the damn answer, but he wanted to hear her scream it out loud, stroke his ego in a way that he deserved.
“Yes…yes!” She repeated, gasping and grinding even harder into his hand, losing her mind. Before she knew what hit her, he dropped down, almost completely out of sight. With his free hand, he opened her up, then swirled his tongue delicately over her clit.
“Ohhhhh, shit…” Her eyes fluttered then rolled back as he worked her up and over the edge.
His fingers kept moving at an even pace while his tongue sped up, darting and flicking against her bud in rapid stride. Her ears burned with his amplified groans, sounding as if he were enjoying it even more than she.
“Your pussy tastes like fuckin’ candy…” He spoke gruffly, bringing her even closer to the point of no return. “So damn good… When you’re ready, don’t jerk away. Climax in my mouth…”
Oh no, he did not just say that!
“Don’t hold back…let me taste you…”
Every time he spoke, his warm breath bathed her pussy; every time he uttered a damn word, his deep voice vibrated her pussy and made the experience all the more surreal.
“I’ve wanted to jam my face in your pussy since you cursed me out at the bank. Make a goddamn deposit in my fuckin’ mouth, Pussycat! I wanna cash the fuck in!”
And that was it. She screamed out, bucking against him.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh, oh God!”
His strength alarmed her as he reached for her gyrating body and slammed her back down onto the bed, giving her what she’d bargained for and then some. She twisted her pillow in her palms as the delightful contractions grabbed her pussy and refused to turn it loose. He kept his head buried between her legs, sucking on her a bit harder, and working his fingers within her until she began to slow down to a calm and relaxed state. Gentling her, he lightly massaged her trembling legs as he rested his head on her thigh. The light flutter of his lashes brushed against her, tickling her so. After a few moments, he got to his knees, climbed up her body, and lay snugly beside her, wearing a crooked grin. In his eyes, it seemed she could see the man’s entire world. He was broken, yet glued together time and time again, like a beloved old ceramic vase. In a way, it was like looking in the mirror.
He tenderly kissed her lips and ran his hand gently along her chin as they continued to stare at one another. Paris wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer, and kissed him once more, sampling her own flavor along his taste buds, savoring the salty sweetness again and again. She eyed him, unable to restrain herself for a second longer, then found herself straddling his legs, falling in love with his body, the tight skin, dips and valleys of his manly form. He was a sight to behold…and so was his thick cock which now posed in full view for her ogling pleasure. It stood erect, the head wide and length generous, letting her know she was going to feel his ultimate power when he pushed inside of her. She bit into her lower lip, anticipating it, wanting it so. He br
ought his knees up, foreseeing her next move as she situated between his thighs.
“Mmmmm!” he moaned loud, his head falling back onto the pillow while she took hold of his shaft with both hands and enveloped the swollen head of his cock inside her mouth. She slowly released it, then repeated the action. Gliding her tongue back and forth seductively over the slit, his groans turned deeper, richer, and his pelvis began to thrust ever so slightly. Paris added more pressure as she held the big damn thing a bit tighter, occasionally looking at him while she slurped it up and down like the professional that she was.
“I love your dick, Smoke…” And she meant that shit. If he could take it off and leave it with her when he was away, she’d be a happy camper…
“You…love it…baby…” he uttered weakly as his eyes rolled.
“Love at first sight… I can’t wait…to feel it…inside of me…”
“Uhhhh…” His eyes fluttered as he grinded harder against her mouth, twisting the bed sheets in his hand. He occasionally looked down at her, only to lazily turn away, his damn face saying all he had to say. The man was mired in a state of utter ecstasy. That is how a whore knew she had serious skills. If she could make a pimp, who was accustomed to having sex all day every day, roll his damn eyes and twitch during oral sex—she knew she was doing a damn good job. After all, BJs were her specialty, and though she hadn’t given one in a mighty long time, it was like riding a bicycle. She released him, paused for a quick spell and looked down at his long, perfect feet. She wanted her fucking ego stroked, so she went for the proof of purchase. Suppressing a laugh, she took note of the man’s toes curled so tight—it was a wonder they didn’t snap off and roll away.
That was all she needed to see to make sure he was more than pleased because she had no intentions of falling down on the job. She’d invited this man into her home and inside of her body, and she planned to serve him up proper. Taking him in her mouth once again, she lavished his hearty cock to the utmost, and surrounded his balls with the gentle caress of her fingertips. His breathing accelerated and his sexy lips parted, as if he were completely parched.
“Damn!” He squeezed the black linen into a tight ball in his fist. “Uhhh! That feels so fuckin’ good! Uhhh! Damn you can suck a fuckin’ dick, Pussycat! Shit!” He thrust a bit harder, which caused her to get a taste of how the man fucked. A preshow unfolded before her eyes, an advertisement of how the motherfucker naturally moved his body and swayed his hips. She swallowed a bit of the smooth delight of his nature as it slipped into the confines of her hungry mouth. His precum tasted lovely going down…
She kept on, then slowed her oral prowess, allowing him to buck at his own will. Smoke took the reins, fucking her diligently in the mouth until he felt good and satisfied. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he sucked in a hearty gulp of air and swallowed harshly, slowly opening his eyes, then rising just so until he sat up on his elbows. His eyes met hers as he flashed a twisted grin and all she could do was sit there, her tongue hanging out, salivating for more.
“I want to feel you,” he said with a groan.
Getting on all fours, he crawled towards the foot of the bed, headed right towards her like a ravenous animal. And before she could blink, he was upon her, his heavy paw on her stomach as he ushered her down onto her back. He appeared like a dream, drifting above her, then running his nose and lips lightly all…over…her…body. It was a sensual tease, heated flesh to heated flesh, and she had no doubt he knew exactly how he tormented her so. One thing she understood that evening without a shadow of a doubt was that Smoke was a slow dancer in matters of foreplay. He took his sweet time, building and building until she damn near reached an inescapable state of sheer delirium.
“Open your legs wide for me, baby…even wider…mmmm, that’s good…” The simplest utterances coming out of his mouth sounded like delightfully perverted poetry, touching her all over, within, above and below. She complied, allowing her thighs to fall apart like butterfly wings, exposing herself fully to him in ways he couldn’t possibly yet understand. He pressed his body firmly into hers and conducted a slow, circular grind with his hips, making her stiffen and relax repeatedly until all she could do was sigh. He slowed to a final stop. She looked the man in the eye, sensing his need to speak.
“Are you on anything? If not, or even if you’d just prefer it, I have some Magnums in my wallet.” He pointed behind him, his sexy eyes hooded.
“Yes, of course. I’m on birth control pills.”
…I want to feel this mothafucka…
He nodded, lifted himself from her just a bit and grabbed the base of his thick shaft with one hand while staring intensely into her eyes. His gaze fixed on her face, he pushed within her, hard and heavy, forcing her pussy to meet the formidable guest she’d just invited.
“Daaaammmnnn!” she screamed as he opened her pussy wide, the thickness overwhelming, stretching her walls, sending her into another series of contractions. “Shhiiiiiitttt!” She clawed violently at his back.
“Mmmmmm!” He moaned as he rested upon her, beholding her like a tiger that finally found the bounty he’d been searching for.
He pushed a bit more of himself inside, making her shudder and shake beneath him.
“Smoke, your dick is so damn big, shiiiit! Ohhhhhh, God! It feels so damn good in my pussy!” She was certain she was going to lose her damn mind as it bumped and pushed against her honeyed walls. “Ahhhh…”
Ghost Loft’s ‘So High’ played beautifully in the background…the perfect soundtrack.
He pushed farther in, doing a series of concentrated thrusts, opening her more. He moved carefully, serving her in small increments…a gentle giant… His big hands surrounded her waist as he pushed himself deeper, making her pant and exhale.
“Paris, you feel so damn good, baby… You cool? Is it good to you?” he whispered so sexily as he continued to move within her.
“Yes, baby…” She wrapped her ankles around his flexing calves. He angled himself just so, bumping into her clit over and over again, making it swell, as her pussy saturated to the hilt and dripped out.
“Uhhh…” He gritted his teeth as he moved faster and sunk deeper, oh, so deep… “Damn! You’ve got some good pussy…shit!”
He pushed to the limit, paused, backed almost completely out, then did it again, making her scream and yell and lose complete composure.
“Ahhhhhh!!!” She twisted in his grip, present inside of her body…in the moment! She never wanted to leave. The sensations made her soul scream with joy…and then, he paused…
Smoke’s slow dance was officially over. With a raised eyebrow, she ran her finger along her upper lip, tracing it, trying to read the mysterious man’s mind.
“…You ready for me, baby?” He closed his eyes for a moment before focusing on her once more as his body gave a slight, involuntary shudder.
“Oh yeeessssss, baby… I’m ready for you. Bring me what you got…” She winked at him and braced herself for his maximum impact.
“Mmmmm shit…special delivery,” he slurred as he fell upon her breasts and slicked his tongue roughly inside of her mouth, all the while pounding her pussy relentlessly. He gripped her chin, keeping her steady, face forward.
“Mmmmmm!” she moaned as Arctic Monkey started to belt, ‘Do I Wanna Know?’
“That’s one of my favorite songs,” he breathed in her ear—harsh, erratic. The man had efficiently opened her wide to receive him, and now, he was having his complete way with her—she loved every hard, thrusting moment of it. She flexed her toes as her back slid up and down the bed, pressed them into the headrest, lest she fall off.
“Uh! Uh!” He panted loudly, huffing and going for the gold.
What began as soft and sensual had turned into needy thirst, a fucking frenzy in the literal sense. The sheets flew in the air and seemed to fall back upon them in slow motion, over and fucking over… She could feel the man so deep within her, she imagined he very well reached to her damn womb. He moved expertl
y, not like a sloppy or selfish bastard just trying to get his rocks off. He continued to stimulate her clit, rising at just the right time, timing himself, making sure he made her hit those damn high notes.
“Ahhhhhh….” Bliss…
Paris had fucked too many men to count, but Smoke actually knew how to work his dick, and to kiss, and to transition from sensuality to fuck-ality… The man…knew…how to cause a woman to never want to leave his damn side. How supernaturally alarming, for with loving this good, she feared she may not be able to live without it. EVER.
“Smoke! Shit!”
“When my cock is in you, you call me Brent!” he hollered over the music.
She looked into his glowing, light blue eyes. He didn’t skip a beat but continued to propel, moving, sighing, sweating, swearing and looking absolutely beautiful. She didn’t have to ask why he’d say that; it was clear. She was important to him…
“Ahhhh!” Another orgasm loomed as he hastened his pace, driving within her like mad. His dark pubic hair brushed against her pussy as he came and went, his thrusts now fast and flying, causing her body to jerk and shake at rapid speed.
“Uhhh! Your pussy is hugging my cock so tight…it keeps squeezing my damn dick! You’re dripping all over my goddamn nuts!” He glared at her as the bed shook harder and harder, causing her to grasp the edge of the mattress and hold on for dear life.
“Ohhh shit!” she screamed. He gripped the nape of her neck, bringing her face towards his to kiss her hard, then released her so that her yells could continue to ring out, amplified throughout the room. “Ahhh, mmmm!” Teeth sinking into her lower lip, she couldn’t get control of herself. He lifted her a short distance from the bed, angled her, then resumed his relentless fucking of her pussy until there was nothing she could do but hand over the key to her worries, place them in the palm of his hand, and hope he was careful with her heart. She rained down on his throbbing shaft, a mind altering orgasm that sent her body into declivity.
