by Sofia Tate
“You’re killing me, Buzzy,” I moan under my breath as I start to rub her folds while nuzzling her neck.
“I don’t plan to until after I know what it’s like to have you inside me,” she purrs in reply.
I laugh under my panting breath. “Fine with me. Speaking of which…”
I don’t even know what I want to do to her first. My dick is hard as a fucking rock. But I know what I want first, what I’ve wanted to know for too long…
I pull back from her, and giving her a sly grin, I untie the knot at the side of her waist. The smile on her face mirrors mine as she leans away from the door, her eyes never leaving mine, dropping her arms to the side, allowing the silk fabric to flutter to the floor.
The only clothes she’s left wearing are black silk stockings and her boots.
My mouth falls, but I shut it quickly to stop myself from drooling over her like a pubescent schoolboy.
“You like?” she asks, a sexy glint in her eye.
Her breasts are perfectly round, her areolas a dusty pink contrasting with the light pink of her nipples, pointing straight at me. Her skin is creamy like fresh milk, and I want to lick every inch of it.
I don’t answer. I drop to my knees, reaching for her right foot. I run my hands over the soft flesh of her upper thigh, then the supple leather of her boot. One of her hands runs through my hair as I slowly unzip it, the sound echoing off the walls of my bedroom. I lift her leg to remove it, then languorously run my tongue along her inner calf, causing Bea to moan in pleasure above me. I switch to her left leg, affording it the same that I performed on her right.
A flash of red catches my eye from the bottom of the boot. “Red. Very nice.”
She smiles widely. “All Louboutins have red soles.”
“Lou-who-what now?”
Her amused laugh fills the room, sending me soaring. “Christian Louboutin. He’s a French shoe designer. He’s a genius.”
“Well, then…Merci, Monsieur Louboutin.”
Bea puts out a hand to me. “Enough talking, Full Ride.”
Smiling to myself, I take her hand to help me up from the floor.
Without warning, she grabs my head and pulls me to her to kiss me again. Her heart pounds against my chest as I’m swept up in her, my hunger for her just as desperate.
“Arms up,” she orders in a raspy voice, causing my cock to turn even harder, pushing against the constraints of the rough fabric of my trousers.
I obey her without hesitation, closing my eyes as she pulls my sweater over my head. Her eyes never leave mine when she undoes my belt buckle, then just as rapidly unzips my pants, shoving them down my legs.
I tug Bea into my arms once more while removing my socks using my toes. Placing my hands firmly on her lovely round backside, I pick her up, her legs instantly rounding my waist. My right hand grips the back of her head as we kiss each other hard, tongues tangling. I keep one eye open to gently lay her down on my bed.
Bea lifts her body to push the covers under her to the foot of the bed. I can’t help but stop and stare at her lying on my navy cotton sheets, her blond hair spread over the pillows.
This is it. I’m going to make love to my Buzzy.
“I want you, Aiden.”
Those four words. I’ve heard them in my fantasies when I jerked off with her image in my head, and now she’s here, saying them to me in my bedroom.
I carefully ease onto the bed, hovering over her.
“Say it again,” I command her.
Her emerald eyes warm, turning into molten steel. “I want you, Aiden,” she replies obediently.
I carefully lay on top of her, adjusting my weight. She encircles her arms around my shoulders, kissing me so long and deep, but I need more. I need to taste her. To know what her lush tits feel like on my tongue, in my mouth.
I pull my mouth from hers, nuzzling her neck, the space between her neck and shoulders, then begin to chart my course down along her chest, taking my time until I can’t hold back.
I stare in awe at her tits waiting impatiently for my mouth, her nipples hard and pointed. I lick one first, kneading it, feeling its weight in my hands. Then I dive in, suckling it, playfully licking the end of the nipple with the tip of my tongue, eliciting moans of “God, yes, baby!” from my Bea.
I switch over to the other breast, awaiting my mouth. I can’t help but just dive in, sucking it whole, squeezing the other one with my hand. Bea writhes beneath me, squirming and groaning in pleasure. “Don’t stop, Aiden.”
Hearing her moan my name sends me into hyper-drive. My cock is engorged to the point of pain. I have to be inside her, to fuck her until she forgets everything except the feel of me.
I trail my tongue down to her belly, close enough for the scent of her desire to intoxicate me. I give her wet pussy one long lick, sending Bea’s back arching so completely that I have to hold down her thighs.
“I want your cock inside me, Aiden. Please…” she begs, her voice deep and hoarse with desire.
“Tell me more, Bea. Tell me what you desire most,” I order her as I insert a finger into her soaked cunt.
Tell me, baby. You can trust me. Tell me everything.
“I want your cock inside me, fucking me hard and deep until I come and scream your name at the top of my lungs.”
Her words paralyze me. I reach over her to my nightstand, giving her tit a quick bite as I grab the open condom packet I left on top.
“Listen to my Park Avenue Princess, such dirty words coming from her sweet innocent mouth,” I whisper into her ear before sitting up to slide the rubber onto my shaft. “Tell me what you want, Buzzy. Right now. Say it.”
Her eyes stay shut, but I can see them quivering behind her eyelids, her head falling back farther onto the pillow. “Fuck me, Aiden. Please fuck me.”
Like a man possessed, I slide back to the foot of the bed, yanking her legs up onto my shoulders. She gasps in surprise, gripping her hands onto my thighs.
I settle onto my knees, sliding my dick into her so seamlessly, like a fucking glove. We simultaneously sigh from surprise and pleasure, luxuriating in the feel of each other.
I glance down at her, a look of pure joy on her face. Knowing I’ve done that to her, I want, I need to give her more.
I start to thrust, then slide out, testing to see how much she can take and how far I can go. I’m sheathed inside her pussy, her cunt tight as a drum on my cock, the most glorious sensation I’ve ever had.
I can’t help myself. I start pummeling her, pounding her, her nails now digging into the back of my thighs, but I don’t give a shit. She can leave scars for all I care. I’m finally fucking the love of my life.
The sound of my flesh slapping against hers fills the room. I shut my eyes to savor it. Screams emanate from Bea’s mouth. “Yes! Yes! Aiden, don’t stop!” And I don’t. I only pummel her faster. Her muscles tighten even more around me, and I know she’s close.
Her hands fall from my thighs to grab the sheet beneath her, fisting the cotton in her hands. Her head swivels back and forth. “Aiden!” she screams at the top of her lungs.
I watch in awe as her body shudders, riding the wave of her orgasm. Her pussy bears down on my cock, milking it so hard.
I start to shake as I explode, my muscles locking from the power of my release.
Completely spent and fully sated, I let her legs fall from my shoulders, collapsing on top of her, the sweat from my body mixing with the perspiration on her chest.
Our breaths match pant for pant. I shiver as Bea slowly runs her fingernails down my back. Her touch is soft and gentle.
When I finally raise my head to look at her, I can see tears in the corners of her eyes. I wipe them away with the pads of my thumbs, giving her lips a soft kiss.
“Don’t be scared, baby. It’ll be okay, I promise. I’ve got you now.”
She nods her head silently in reply. I shift myself, taking her warm body into my arms as she lays her head in the crook of my neck.
I’ve got
you, Buzzy. I’ve got you.
“A Wall and a Pair of Pigalles”
I feel so sexy. I can’t wait to show you.
Here I come...
I step out of the bathroom and walk toward you. All I’m wearing is my black-beaded choker and my Pigalles.
From your place on the sofa, you watch me like a lion about to devour its prey. You’re holding a flogger in your hands, slapping the end of it against your palm. Your legs are crossed, an ankle resting on the opposite knee.
“Stop,” you command me. I stand in place as your eyes roam over me.
You point to a nearby wall. “Face forward and lean against it with your palms resting flat, and stick that gorgeous ass of yours as far out as it will go. Present yourself to me,” you order in a rasp.
My heart pounds furiously inside my chest. My pussy is soaked from your voice alone.
I position myself against the wall as you ordered me, my ass sticking as far out as it will go.
I listen to the footfalls on the floor as you make your way to me. I hear you grunt in approval.
The ends of the flogger travel up and down my back, trailing my spine. I start to shiver, goose bumps rising along my arms.
“So beautiful,” you murmur. “Those shoes, baby. You look so fucking hot.”
I shut my eyes, absorbing your words, reveling in them.
“I can’t decide which to use first. My hand on your ass or the flogger.”
No doubt in my mind.
“I want both, Sir. Please,” I beg.
“That’s my good girl.” I know you’re pleased because I can sense the smile on your face. God, how I love pleasing you.
Without warning, your hand smacks me twice across my backside. I moan from your ministrations.
You slap me again, this time with the flogger. As much as I love it, I think I love your hand more, because it is your flesh on my flesh.
“I’m going to rub your pussy now with this, but you’re not allowed to come. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
You do just as you say. I hold my inner muscles together. I moan over and over. I need to come so badly, but as tempted as I am to see what would happen if I disobeyed you, I decide to behave.
“Good girl.”
I hear the flogger fall to the floor. “How wet are you, baby?”
Your hand travels between my legs, searching out my pussy. Your fingers reach my folds, massaging the wetness more, spreading it all over.
“Very nice,” you whisper into my ear, your hot breath breezing through my hair. I smell myself on your fingers as you raise them to my nose. “Lick.” I open my mouth and eagerly accept your offering. I suck on them, moaning as I wrap my tongue around your fingers.
“Open.”
I open my mouth as you pull out your finger with a pop.
Then your hands travel to my breasts. You take one in each hand, kneading them, and when you move up behind me, and I sense your cock brush against my ass, I shut my eyes. My head falls back onto your chest, moaning with each pull and tweak on my nipples.
“You feel amazing, baby. I bet you want my cock, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes, Sir. I want it so much.”
You rub your shaft farther into my ass. “Very soon, baby, I’m going to claim this. And it’s going to be amazing for you.”
I swallow at the thought of him inside me. “It will be, because I trust you, Sir.”
“Good girl. But for now, I’m going to fuck your pussy nice and hard.”
I moan. “Yes, please, Sir. Hard and deep.”
You ease your cock into me. You don’t wait. You begin thrusting into me, gripping my hips. All I can hear in the room are your grunts and my cries of “Yes!” and “Don’t stop!”
God, you feel so fucking good inside me. You pound into me so hard, my hands barely hang on to the wall where I press them.
My body begins to shudder and my muscles lock onto your cock as my orgasm overtakes me. I am liquid and boneless as you come soon after.
“Please, Sir, may I remove my hands from the wall?”
“Yes, you may,” you rasp under your breath.
I drop my hands from the wall as I fall back onto your body. You grab hold of me as we both sink to the floor together, my sweat-covered body collapsing onto you.
I fall onto my side, my arm stretched across your chest. We're both panting loudly. I look over and you're staring back at me, your eyes blazing.
I can't help myself. I roll closer to you and kiss you long and wet. And before I know it, I'm wet again, and I know you feel it too because you hurl yourself on top of me and slam your cock into me. I lock my ankles around your torso, growing wetter at the thought of what we look like from above, with my Pigalles tangled around your long, lean body. I feel so alive, so sexy, so desired.
My fingernails dig into your flesh as you pummel me. I'm completely impervious to the burn of the floor on my back. Nothing matters but the feeling of having you inside me, and then we come together, your head rearing with your growl from erupting inside me. My eyes shut from such exquisite release. You fall onto the floor and against my side.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “That was...I can't even put it into words.”
“Fucking amazing,” you offer.
“Yeah, that works,” I reply, letting out a small laugh.
After a few more minutes of panting and waiting for our heartbeats to regulate, you rise to your feet, then pull me up.
“Take off your shoes,” you command me.
You offer your hand so I have something to balance on as I step out of one Pigalle, then the other. Once I’m barefoot, you take my hand and lead me toward the bathroom.
“May I ask where we're going, Sir?”
“Shower,” you reply over your shoulder.
“But I can barely stand,” I counter. “And I think my pussy needs a rest.”
“I think you'll both be able to manage it.” I can hear the wicked grin in your voice.
Who am I kidding?
Of course I can manage it. Because I'm your good girl. Always.
12
Bea
Lying on my bed with my phone, I attempt to focus on replying to the emails that I’ve been ignoring.
Just as I open one, I can’t help myself.
I pull up the silk on my nightgown and stare in wonderment at my left breast.
Two bruises mark my skin. One is small and yellow, almost at the top where breast meets bone. The other is more distinct and multicolored, situated to the right of my areola.
I smile to myself. Aiden.
I hadn’t even realized they were there until I took a shower this morning and saw them reflected back at me in the mirror when I was drying off.
All I can remember about the moment when Aiden gave me those bites is looking down at him and reveling at seeing him sucking me so intently, not even groaning or moaning, just enjoying my body.
Aiden asked me to give him a chance, but nothing has changed with my family. We still need the infusion of cash for the magazine to survive, which means I’ll probably be trapped in a loveless marriage.
But after being with Aiden, I can’t let that happen. I need to talk to Marisol.
I check my phone, yet again, to see if I’ve received a message from GalwayPlayer. I’m anxious to learn what he thinks of my latest vignette.
But Aiden’s face flashes in my mind. Am I betraying him by continuing with Prose? We’re just having a good time, right? Aiden doesn’t really love me. It’s only lust, and I’m someone he knows he can’t truly have. And if he knew about my fantasies, he’d probably see me as some slut and think less of me. I couldn’t bear the thought of that.
Fuck. I have no idea what to do.
My cell rings, jolting me out of my thoughts. Seb’s name is on the caller ID. “Hello, brother of mine.”
“Hey, sis,” he replies roughly.
“Long night?”
“Something like that. I have no idea w
here I am.”
“Well, you’re alive, so that’s all that matters. What’s going on?”
“Why are you marrying Porter Thorne?”
I lean back into my pillows. “Wow, you just come right to the point, don’t you? You know why. We need to get the magazine back—”
“Whoa! Pump the brakes! What does Park have to do with it?”
“It’s losing money, Seb. Didn’t you know that? The Thornes are infusing a substantial amount of cash into it, and the marriage is just a cover in case word ever gets out.”
Seb goes silent before replying. “What the fuck, Bea? You can’t do that. You’re marrying that geek just to save the magazine?”
“It’s our family legacy, Sebastian. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
“Shit, why didn’t you tell me? And why didn’t Mom and Dad tell me about Park?”
“I don’t know. You’d have to ask them. But just a shot in the dark, maybe it’s because you’re too busy partying, and they see me as the responsible one, no offense.”
“None taken.”
“Look, don’t worry. I have a plan so maybe I won’t have to go through with it. I just have to talk to Marisol and a few other people I trust.”
“Umm…yeah. Marisol...yeah,” he stammers. “That’s a good idea.”
My brows furrow at his nervous response. “Seb, what’s with you?”
He coughs as if clearing his throat. “Nothing. Just keep me posted. Gotta go.”
I stare at my phone, wondering what the hell just happened.
Never mind.
Returning to my emails, I scroll through them, answering the important ones and discarding the spam when a message pops up from Prose, You have a message from GalwayPlayer.
I quickly open the app, smiling at what I’m reading.
GalwayPlayer: Hi 10280girl. I can’t stop thinking about your Pigalles. Those shoes sound so sexy.
My entire body warms at his compliment.
10280girl: Thank you. I love Louboutins. I know the heels are awful high, but he designs them so they feel comfortable on a woman’s foot.
GalwayPlayer: How many pairs do you have?
