Miss October

by Madison Hayes

  “Yeah.” He considered the idea thoughtfully as he tore another piece out of his sandwich. Slowly, he chewed then swallowed. “I didn’t notice at first,” he admitted. “Although I liked your tits right off.” He shrugged. “Then later on, I noticed that you were…kind of sexy. Very sexy,” he corrected himself as his gaze smoldered on her.

  “Later on? How much later on? You mean later on…when you discovered I had money?”

  He nodded before he took another bite. His expression was deeply contemplative as he chewed. “I think that’s part of it. Not just the fact that you have money, but that you were smart and ambitious enough to go out and make it.”

  This reply wasn’t exactly what she’d anticipated. She had expected some sort of denial out of the big man. His response was surprisingly honest. “What on earth do you mean?”

  A deep ridge formed between his tawny brows. “I mean that…your money wouldn’t be as attractive if you’d inherited it, for instance.” When she stared at him, he grinned. “But it wasn’t just the money. When we got in the car and you started giving me shit, that’s when I noticed you. When you’re built like me, there aren’t many people who sass you like that. There sure as hell aren’t many women. I have a few friends who don’t feel like they have to watch what they say. But most people are careful.” Again, he shrugged. “It gets old.”

  Tavia nodded as she stared at him. Several seconds passed before she noticed the change in his expression.

  His eyes glinted with a fierce, purely predatory gleam. “Are you naked inside that robe?” he asked in an unexpectedly husky voice.

  Reacting instinctively, her hands flew to the neckline of her robe where she clutched it closed above her breasts. Unfortunately, that left her hands in the wrong place to fend off his attack when he rose from his chair, circled the desk and slid to his knees in front of her. His big hands were under the robe, sliding the soft fabric up over her knees as she protested. When the white terrycloth was puddled in her lap, he pushed her legs wide and dropped back onto his heels.

  Tavia squirmed in the ensuing silence, her eyes squeezed shut.

  “Oh god, yes,” he rasped. “Pussy paradise.”

  Squeaking one eye open, Tavia caught his hungry gaze burning into the curling thatch between her legs. The man looked like a kid who’d just discovered Christmas.

  When she squirmed again self-consciously, his big hands moved soothingly along her inner thighs. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered. “I’ve got you, Tavia. I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you. I just want to watch you get wet.”

  A breathless moan escaped her lips as she felt her insides melt and relax and settle with a deep, ravenous hunger. “Bolt,” she argued breathlessly.

  “Look at this,” he murmured as he tugged her forward to the edge of the chair. “Your lips are so swollen and rosy. Your bud is so ripe and full. It looks like it’s ready to burst. You’re either horny or hurting,” he told her. “Which is it?”

  “A bit of both,” she confessed.

  His rough hands caressed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, back and forth, approaching and retreating as each questing foray brought his fingers inexorably closer to the crease between her legs and her sex. Finally, his thumbs ran into the crease, pulling slightly at the thick flesh of her labia. Pulling more. Pulling until she felt her lips part and felt the slightly cool touch of air on her damp folds. His thumbs settled either side of her pussy. Then his lips were against her labia, wet and hot, soft and sliding as he kissed her sex and his thumbs stroked, stretching her vulva open then allowing it to relax while all the time his mouth moved over her sex in the most tender of kisses. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?” he murmured against her open pussy.

  She let loose a light moan. “Not quite. Or at least if it does, I don’t care.”

  “That’s my girl,” he soothed. “This is one pretty little piece of cunt. So fragile and pink. So fuckable. Move your legs apart a bit more. That’s it. Now relax. I’m just going to play with you a bit and watch you cream. I’ll be careful.”

  He settled his mouth against her sex again and his thumbs pulled her wide as he sucked rhythmically, rolling her clit beneath his tongue, gently at first then more aggressively, scraping it beneath his teeth, sucking hungrily, fiercely. He pulled away suddenly, breathing hard and just watching her sex, open and exposed beneath his thumbs. “That’s it, baby. Spill for me.” Slowly he leaned forward. Softly he touched his lips to her spread sex.

  As her opening shuddered beneath his mouth, Tavia fought back a moan of pleasure. The strangled sound came out somewhere between a sob and a choking whimper. Pressing her knees wide, she pushed her streaming sex into his mouth. His hands moved around to clutch her ass as he mauled her slot with his mouth, his lips everywhere, working her fragile pink folds and suckling her clitoris. Then his tongue swept low, rimming her vulva, slipping on the moisture that spilled from her cunt. He stopped with a deep, male rumble of warning. “Are you ready?” he rasped in a voice raw with lust.

  When she whimpered in response, he ate into her again.

  “Are you close?” he growled.

  “Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, I’m ready.”

  “Then ask for it,” he whispered against her sex. He pulled away. Then touched her. Pulled away again. His tongue nudged against her clitoris and she cried out in anguish. “You don’t get it until you ask for it, baby doll.”

  She twisted in the chair. “Please. Please. I’m ready,” she cried and moaned and whimpered.

  He laughed and touched her again, taunting her clitoris with the feathering stroke of his tongue.

  “Bolt!”

  “I’m waiting, Tavia. Say the magic word.”

  “Please, Bolt.”

  “That’s not the magic word I was looking for, Tavia.”

  “Bolt. Please. Please…fuck me.”

  “That’s more like it,” he growled out in a low rasp. “How do you want it, sweetheart?”

  “I don’t care,” she whimpered.

  He stilled. “You don’t care?”

  Tavia stopped breathing. She knew she was in trouble. Bolt’s tone was both insulted and incredulous. She froze under the narrow heat of his gaze. “I just meant…”

  He pushed away from her. “Well, hell, Tavia. If you don’t care,” he drawled, “I’ll be damned if I’m gonna bother getting my cock out for you.”

  She snatched at his shoulders before he could get away. “What!” she screamed. “Oh god, Bolt, please. I’m so hot. I’m burning alive. Don’t just…don’t you dare just leave me like this.”

  “Are you hot?” he taunted her in a murmuring whisper. “Really hot?”

  “Bolt!” she cried.

  “Show me where you’re hot, Tavia. Spread your sex for me with your fingers. Put your finger on your clit and show me where you’re hot.”

  With a sobbing whimper of defeat, Tavia leaned back in the chair.

  Bolt helped her widen her legs as his feral gaze strafed into her pussy. “Show me,” he coaxed in a voice heavy with dark undertones.

  “You’re a bastard,” she sobbed.

  “Show me,” he growled.

  Her fingers hovered a moment over the thick lips of her sex. Slowly, she fingered her labia apart and exposed her small, rosy nub. Bolt sucked in a hissing breath of pleasure as she stroked her fingertip over her clit. She was so close that she shivered at the contact of her own finger. Her head dropped back on the chair and she closed her eyes as her finger slid down through her heated slot then up to her clitoris again. God, she was hot! She could feel the heat pulsing out of her pussy and wafting against her hands as she breathed.

  “That’s enough,” he ordered abruptly. His voice was tight and strained.

  She screamed when something blissfully cold pressed against her clitoris. Her eyes flew open. “Bolt. What the—”

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes, but.”

  “It’s just the hammer, Tavia. Just the cool, smooth, met
al head of the hammer. I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

  The hammer’s wide head covered her clit completely as he pressed firmly and massaged her clitoris in a circular motion. “Hold on, baby doll. Hold on. Can you get your legs a bit wider?”

  “Bolt,” she whimpered as she moved her legs apart—shamelessly wide, obscenely wide.

  Bolt pressed the hammerhead against her clit as he watched her pussy with avaricious greed.

  “Bolt,” she moaned. “I’m so…close.”

  “Hold on,” he whispered. “Hold on, Tavia. I’ll tell you when.”

  “I don’t think I can wait,” she warned between panting breaths that seared her lungs.

  When the hammer stopped its cool circular motion, her gaze swung wildly to his face. Waiting until he had her attention, Bolt turned the head of the hammer and drew his tongue over the flat surface of the metal, drawing her taste into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks around her flavor, obviously savoring the essence of her arousal.

  “Now watch the hammer,” he commanded as he returned the metal head between her legs and pressed hard on her pulse. As Tavia watched him press the hammer between the pouting lips of her sex, her vagina tightened a long instant in pleasure. When the hammer moved again, he tapped the metal head quickly and gently against the fleshy head of her clitoris. He stopped suddenly and she glanced at his face. His expression was dark and feral as he grasped first one of her ankles then the other, hurrying her feet onto the desk’s edge behind him.

  Kneeling between her splayed legs, he pressed the hammerhead hard again. Again, her sex clenched for him. Slowly, he rotated the hammer around her clitoris. Pressure built at the apex of her sex, deep inside her clutching vagina. Every time she thought climax was imminent, he changed the position of the cool hammerhead, sliding it down to her vulva and penetrating the rim of her wet entrance, returning it to tap maddeningly at her clit, pressing hard over the entire top of the clitoris, rotating slowly.

  “Fuck,” he rasped, “you’re spilling all over the chair. Hold on,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “Hold on and I’ll make it worth your while, Tavia. Just a little bit more and I promise I’ll shaft you. I’ll fill you so full of cock, you’ll scream. I promise, sweetheart. Just hold on and I’ll ride you so hard and so long you won’t remember your name.”

  In the end she was begging for it. Begging for the bright relief of climax, her feet braced either side of his shoulders on the desk behind him, her knees falling wide as she twisted in the chair, one very small inch away from orgasm.

  “Now,” she gasped as she watched his eyes burning into her spread pussy. “Now, Bolt.”

  He pushed out a breathless laugh. “You are so easy,” he stated in a voice saturated with smug, male satisfaction. “I love a woman who isn’t too proud to beg for it.” Leaving the hammer on the floor, he rose between her damp legs as she trembled beneath him, trembled and shivered, her sex poised at the anguished edge of need. Slowly, cruelly, he plucked at the buttons of his fly until she couldn’t take any more. Reaching for the metal buttons, she tore at his fly and yanked at the waist of his jeans, helping him to loose his erection. It sprang free—hot and hard—jutting toward her face as he angled it down to her mouth, watching her worship the hooded crown with her tongue.

  “Are you protected?” he asked in a rough burr.

  She looked up at him as she nodded, letting her tongue slide up and down his shaft.

  When he met her gaze, he lifted his chin in acknowledgement, watching her hungrily, indecision burning in the bright, liquid gold of his eyes.

  “There are some condoms in the top drawer of my dresser.” She ran her tongue up his length again. “In the bedroom.”

  He was silent a moment as his jaw tightened into a slab of hardened bronze. “And who did you buy those for?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m not using a goddamn rubber you bought for Alex.”

  She stopped licking his cock to give him an angry glare. “I didn’t buy them for Alex. I just bought them…to have them.”

  “For who?”

  “For whoever!”

  “Forget it!” he exploded with sudden violence. “I don’t want to use a fucking condom anyhow. I want to fuck you naked. I want to fuck you with my bare skin sliding inside your tight, hot pussy. I want to feel your cunt—wet and burning—sucking at my dick.” He pulled in a breath heavy with tension, rough with desire. “For once in my life, I want to fuck a woman without a goddamn condom,” he snarled.

  “For once in your life?” Tavia hesitated. “What do you mean? Are you telling me you’ve never skipped using one before?”

  He inclined his chin a hard fraction. His mean, curving lips were set in a determined line. His jaw was like a jutting piece of steel. But the man was holding his breath, waiting for her decision.

  She gave him a tiny tilt of her chin. “I guess that would be all right then. I’m protected and…safe.”

  “Thought so.” Some of the tension left his body in a long, rough breath. “How many times do you want to come?”

  “What…do you mean?”

  “How many times do you want to come?” he repeated. “I don’t want to miss anything but I don’t want to wear you out either.”

  “I don’t know,” she answered. “Nobody ever asked me that before.”

  “How many times do you usually come?”

  “Usually? Once.”

  “Once when you’re with a man?”

  She gritted her teeth. “That’s right.”

  “How many times can you come?”

  She thought about this, hating to answer the question with all of its dirty little implications. Finally she countered with, “I came three times last night.”

  He grunted as though he was dissatisfied with this response. “That was different. I didn’t have you on my cock,” he growled. “Do you need time to build up again after the first orgasm?”

  “No. After the first, the next ones are easy.”

  “Three it is, then.”

  Lowering himself, he locked his hands around the arms of her chair. His long, hard body shimmered in tension as a vibration of hunger traveled his frame. His muscles tensed, hard and defined as he hovered on the sharp edge of passion. Tavia felt his wide cock head probe through the long, silky slot of her pussy and she canted her hips to meet his thrust. The thick head pressed against her notch for an instant.

  “Get those knees apart,” he grunted. “Spread them wide.” When she pressed her knees wide, he heaved his hips at her and penetrated her in one long, savage sweep.

  He was huge but she was ready for him. Her cunt was burning with slippery, wet heat as he shoved into her. Her vagina closed around him as he drove to the back of her sheath where he smashed up against her sweet spot and held. For several seconds she was lost in perfect ecstasy as he shafted her, his cock head crushed into the back of her cervix as he ground his hips. His teeth were bared in a feral snarl and his eyes blazed with primal lust as he watched her orgasm, her mouth open, her eyes fixed on his. The color in his eyes shifted, glazed to hard gold as he lowered his panting mouth to hers, raping her mouth with his tongue while the walls of her vagina contracted around the hard cock that filled it.

  When her sex finally settled and was quiet again, Bolt half-closed his eyes. He pushed out a small, tense laugh. “Oh god, I love that,” he rasped. “I love the feel of a woman’s cunt rippling down my length, tightening and closing and loosening again. There’s nothing like it in the world,” he said. “Well,” he added, “except for this.”

  With a methodical patience bordering on obsession, Bolt began to work himself over her, pulling his hips as he slid from her heated channel then thrusting forward to fill her again. He was merciless and thorough, spearing her on the end of his cock with the long vicious sweep of his hips as he shoved into her, slowly at first but with increasing velocity and growing violence. Sweat glimmered on the golden stubble of his beard and across his broad chest as he
hammered his cock between her legs. The chair rocked on its rollers as he grasped the arms and dug in with his feet to deliver blow after blow to the back of her vagina. He grimaced as he watched her face. “You’re ready to come again, aren’t you?”

  She nodded her head.

  “When?”

  She jerked against him in answer and his hips quickened as he pounded through her orgasm, the savage pummel of his hips accelerating as she sat, spread in the chair, pinned beneath his weight, his cock stretching her vulva brutally wide as he thrust against her with steady strength and mad, vicious intensity.

  “Okay,” he gritted as her vagina closed around his cock in small finishing surges. “One more time, Tavia. Meet me one more time and we’ll both get fucked this time.”

  With sudden urgency, he slipped his arms under her legs, lifting her knees so he could take her at a more direct angle, so that he could stretch into her more deeply, more completely. His strokes were shorter, faster, as he plastered his groin against the cushioned mound of her sex and ground into her in hot, gritty surges. This one was for him, Tavia realized as he slammed into her. This time he was going to fuck her, pure and simple, nothing fancy. There’d be no reserve on his part, no careful timing involved. Just a man in the satisfying act of dominating a woman, claiming her for his pleasure and fucking her like an animal.

  A fresh sheen of sweat burst out over his skin, gleaming on his chest as his lungs heaved. His breath roaring against her ear was a harsh testament to his need.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so wet and hot and soft. Take me, Tavia. Open up your tight little cunt and let me fuck you all the way. Come on me now, and my cock is yours, sweetheart.”

  Tavia hurried to join him in climax, winding herself up tight then letting herself loose as he expanded inside her, stretching the walls of her channel as he burst inside her cunt and filled her with his hot, steamy cum.

  “Fuck!” he shouted as he came. His voice was a hoarse scrape of sound as he grunted out his stunned pleasure. “Fuck,” he groaned again quietly as he pulsed and emptied inside her. His damp forehead rested against her temple.