by Taylor Lee
“I think not. I am quite comfortable here. Besides I’m not sure I like that glint in your eyes. Perhaps you are the naughty girl Tobias’s mother thinks you are. If so, I need to be wary of you, oui, cherie?”
Elena walked over to the door and locked it, smiling at him over her shoulder.
Leaning back against the door, she said, “You owe me something, Bai.”
He grinned and shifted slightly to account for the growing bulge in his trousers.
“Hmm. What do I owe you, ma petite fille?”
He added, “Isn’t it enough that I am going to marry you, a brazen little hussy like you, un méchants coquine peu?”
“Ah, not nearly enough.”
Elena bit her lower lip with a pensive look, as though considering what to do with him.
“You teased me last night, Bai. Badly.”
“You deserved it.”
“Then you deserve this,” she said, eyeing his now prominent arousal.
She sauntered over and stood in front of him for a moment, then nodded at his trousers.
“Drop your pants, Warrior Man.”
He threw back his head and laughed loudly.
“Ah, cherie, that is my line.”
She tossed her head and said, “I mean it – off with your pants.”
“Hmm, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you?’
“Very.”
She moved up close to him and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, releasing one button at a time. When she finished she pulled the shirt tails out of his trousers and spread open his shirt. She smiled up at him and, holding his gaze, dragged her fingernails down his chest, scratching at the fine black hair that dusted his chest. She circled one flat darkened nipple and pinched the tip.
Bai kept his grin in place, but couldn’t suppress a sharp intake of breath.
“Be careful, ma petite putain, you’re playing with fire.”
“Hmm, you do it to me--tease me, taunt me.”
“Ah, so I do. But once again, cherie, you deserve it.”
Elena smiled up at him, then leaned over and slowly ran her tongue around one hard nipple. She knew from experience that his nipples were as sensitive as hers and she loved to play with them, nipping, pinching, sucking them, doing the things he did to her. She bit down hard and he jerked in response. His nipple tightened to a hard peak when she sucked on it, then blew on it. Hearing his soft moan, she grinned a salacious grin and moved to the other nipple. She bit and sucked it while kneading and pinching the first.
She was surprised to feel her nipples tighten when she heard his moan. God, just thinking about his mouth on her, his wicked tongue, made her shudder and her breasts ache. She tried to hide her response, but looked up to see him smiling knowingly at her hard nipples, visibly straining against the thin silk of her chemise. She blushed and focused on tantalizing him.
Bai looked decidedly less nonchalant than he had minutes ago. Elena smiled to herself as she watched his eyes darken with a look she knew well; a look rife with lust. She trailed her fingers provocatively down his flat belly, playing with the coarse tufts of hair that tracked down his stomach to his groin. When she reached the bulge in his trousers, she rubbed against it, tracing the outline of his hard erection with her fingertips.
“Hmm, I think there might be a connection between your nipples and ‘this.’”
“What makes you think so, cherie?”
“Because when I suck on your nipples and pinch them – like this – you seem to get bigger, harder, and twitchier here!”
He laughed. “You might be right about that, ma petite fille sale, my bad little girl. Much like when I take your gorgeous breasts in my mouth and suckle you, that sweet pussy of yours weeps in response, doesn’t it? I think you are wet between your legs now, oui, mon amour? Hmm, perhaps your pussy is telling you that you want my fingers in you.”
“No, Bai, stop. I…I am teasing you, remember?” She tried to ignore his mocking smile and pointed to his crotch. “Besides, ‘this’ feels like it wants to be free of your trousers. What do you think, darling? Should I free this amazing appendage?”
“Ah cherie, that is dangerous. You may get more than you bargained for.”
Elena laughed a luscious, sexy peal of delight.
“Hah, I can’t handle you, Warrior Man? Is that what you think? You’re too much man for me, are you?”
Bai grinned and leaned back against the cabinet, accentuating the now rigid line of his cock pressing against his trousers. He reached for the brandy bottle and casually refilled his glass and took a deep swallow.
“I believe the more accurate question is, are you a woman bad enough, une femme sale, to handle it?”
“Now you are challenging me? That might be dangerous for you, my arrogant Warrior Man. Let’s see what you have in here that you are so proud of.”
She commanded, “For the last time, drop your pants.”
His voice was soft, husky. “Or?”
Elena’s eyes danced and she tossed her head with a mischievous wink.
“Or, I’ll take them off for you.”
Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she frowned slightly, concentrating on unhooking his belt buckle then with a quick swish pulled the belt out of the loops and tossed it on the top of the cabinet.
“See, darling, that wasn’t so hard. Even for a little woman like me. I think I’ll put your belt right up here where I can reach it. It may come in handy later…”
Bai smiled wickedly.
“Hmm, that is an excellent idea, cherie. I can think of a number of uses for that belt…:
“Oh, no, love. You are going to be much too busy to do anything with that belt. But now that I have it off, let’s see what is happening here. I want to see if you are as phenomenal as you seem to think you are.”
He chuckled and took a lazy sip of his brandy.
Elena screwed up her face, focusing on the buttons on his trousers, unfastening the first and then the second button. She reached inside his trousers through the damp tangle of hair on his groin and grinned when she felt the slick drops of cum on the end of his cock. With a dramatic sigh, she pulled her wet fingers out of his pants and held them up for him to see.
Bai hissed and his eyes darkened with desire.
Elena put her fingers in her mouth and greedily sucked on them.
“Mm hmm. Now I know what I am thirsty for.”
Bai stifled a groan and his smile tightened.
Elena moved to the next button on his trousers then looked up at him with a little pout and said, “You were mean to me last night, Bai.”
“Ah, perhaps so, but you deserved it. You were a bad girl, une fille sale.”
“You teased me. Unmercifully. You wouldn’t let me come. You made me beg.”
He grinned. “Oui, cherie, that I did. And you did beg, didn’t you? Many times and quite fiercely if I recall correctly.”
Elena gave him a provocative smile and said, “And now, my darling, sexy Warrior Man, you will beg me.”
Bai chuckled and shook his head. “Non, non. Je ne mendie pas, mon amour. I’m sorry, love, I don’t beg.”
Elena’s quirked an eyebrow and said, “Hmm, we’ll see about that.”
She quickly released the remaining buttons and with a flourish pulled his trousers and drawers past his thighs, and in the same motion dropped to her knees in front of him. When his erection jerked out long and hard, his breath hitched.
Elena looked at the glorious sight before her, her eyes wide with appreciation. She loved his cock and never ceased to be astonished at how big it was. Even now, it rose up long and hard against his stomach, the engorged end reaching past his navel. She needed both hands to circle the bulging width at the base. Holding his cock in one hand, she ran her fingers over the swollen head and squeezed the weeping slit, releasing a stream of cum.
Bai groaned and clenched his teeth. He muttered a harsh epithet under his breath and closed his eyes in anticipation.
Elena looke
d up at him with a satisfied smile and said in a husky voice, “I promise you, Warrior Man, you will beg.”
She began to stroke the length of his cock, delighting in the way it thickened in her hands, the veins standing out in sharp relief against the taut skin. It was like rubbing a sleek sensitive cover over a steel hard piston. Elena reveled in the contrast between the soft silky skin and hard throbbing cock and delighted in Bai’s fervent response to her eager touch.
“You are gorgeous, beautiful. I love your cock. I can never…never believe how big you are, Bai. All I want is to take you as deep in my mouth as I can – all of you, if I can.”
Bai clutched the edge of the table, his forgotten brandy glass rolled to the floor with a clink and a splash of liquid. He no longer held back his soft moans of pleasure. She ran her tongue along the length of his cock, then nipped at the sensitive underside of the head, wringing a hard groan from Bai. While she worked her tight fist up and down his shaft, she ran her tongue around the red swollen end then buried her tongue in the weeping slit, licking it clean.
Bai’s thighs tightened and he groaned a hard raspy sound.
Elena put her hands on both of his thighs. Her voice was throaty, commanding. “Spread your legs, Warrior Man. Wider. That’s right; I need to get up in here.”
He groaned and spread his legs apart, pushing his hips toward her. She lifted his heavy cock with one hand and with the other reached for the precious sac below. She rolled his balls in her hands, fondling first one, then the other, delighting in Bai’s steady moans that were becoming more like growls. Lifting his cock higher, she licked and nipped at the sensitive ridge on the underside of his sac, then sucked both balls in her mouth and rolled them over her tongue.
Bai grabbed her hair and pulled her face up tight against his groin.
“Mon Dieu! Christ, Elena, whatever the fuck you do, don’t stop.”
“Is that a beg I hear?” she hummed, her voice vibrating against his cock.
“It is … a request,” he said, panting, drops of sweat beading on his upper lip.
“I see.”
“Jesus Christ, Elena,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with need.
“And that, my darling, is …?”
“An entreaty, vous taquiner peu malicieux, you naughty little tease.”
“Hmm. Who says I am teasing, Warrior Man?” She sat back on her haunches and looked up at him with an impudent grin. Squeezing just below the engorged head of his penis, she ran the tip of her finger over the slit, coating it with cum, and then sucked noisily on her finger.
His eyes flashed dangerously. He twisted her hair in one hand and tipped her head back. With his other hand he grabbed his cock and pushed it up against her mouth.
“And this, god damnit, is an order. Open your mouth. Wide. Suck me. Hard!”
“It sounds more like begging to me, but if it makes you feel better to call it an order…” She grinned up at him, her eyes dancing as she stuck out her teasing tongue and licked around the head of his cock.
Bai’s face tightened with lust, his thighs strained. With a groan, he pressed the end of his cock hard against her mouth.
“I don’t give a fuck what we call it. Suck it! NOW!”
With a saucy grin, Elena said, “My pleasure.”
She opened her mouth and in one splendid slide took him in all the way to the back of her throat. Bai groaned a low primitive growl. He moved up against her his fingers wound tight in her hair holding her head back with one hand, her chin up with the other, his breath coming in hard raspy pants. Elena let her mouth fill with saliva, then began moving up and down the length of him sucking, then releasing then sucking him in deeper, harder.
Bai felt her mouth fill with moisture and hissed when she hummed against his cock, the vibration setting off a surging need deep in his groin. His balls drew up tight against his ass. He knew he was about to come, but wanted to revel for another moment in the pull of her cheeks, the rasp of her tongue against his engorged prick.
Looking down at her beautiful face with her swollen pouty lips wrapped around his prick, he was overcome with lust. Goddamn, he loved this and he loved her. He could still remember the first time she had taken his cock in her mouth. It was like nothing he had ever felt. She had been a virgin, every part of her untouched, his for the asking, for the taking. The only thing that had been more glorious than taking her was her response. He had never known a more sensuous woman, a woman whose body was more made for sex than Elena’s. No matter what he did to her, she loved it and wanted more—harder, deeper, more! And he showed her, taught her what he liked, what drove him crazy. But somehow, some way, she always managed to up the ante. Just when he thought he couldn’t go any higher, she moved in a different way or moaned or whimpered as he was about to come and he would explode, declaring he had never felt anything like that in his life. Until the next time.
At that moment, he felt her wet finger surreptitiously run along the erotic path behind his balls and begin to circle his anus. Instinctively, he clenched down. To his surprise she pushed her finger past the tight ring of exquisitely sensitive nerve endings and wiggled it inside the tight pucker, tentatively at first, then deeper, higher, at an angle.
He gasped and tightened the puckered hole against her unexpected invasion. He growled, his voice a low threatening demand.
“Goddamn, what the fuck are you doing, Elena?”
He could see her grin and her voice was light, sexy, teasing.
“What’s the matter, Warrior Man? Is someone breaching your defenses?’
Bai tried to cover his shock and the flare of desire that flooded him. Fucking Christ, he couldn’t believe what she was doing, that she had the nerve to reach up inside his ass and….
“Holy Christ, Elena. Mon Dieu!”
“No, no, Bai. Let go. Let me reach up here; let me touch you…Ah yes, here. Does that feel good? When I rub right here?”
He groaned in response when she found the hard nub of his prostate and rubbed firmly against it with first one finger, then added another while sucking the length of his hard cock deeper in her mouth.
He was shocked at her intimate touch and stunned at the flood of sensation that ravaged his body. His legs shook and he struggled to catch his breath. Christ, he was dizzy, he might faint, lose consciousness, if he couldn’t get his breath.
Every part of his body leapt with feverish lust, overwhelmed by fierce sensations he couldn’t resist. She hummed, murmuring against his cock. He cried out, knowing his climax was imminent, ready to crash through his resistance. She was touching him in a place, in a way he had never experienced and it was driving him wild. As astonished as he was at her erotic assault, he would die rather than let her remove those probing provocative fingers.
He was growling steadily now, a low rumbling animal sound rising from deep in his throat. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Her tits were pressed against his thighs, tight hard peaks on voluptuous mounds of flesh. He was going to suck on her nipples, draw them out long, hard, make her scream with desire. But first he was going to come, fill her mouth with his cum, empty his cock in her as if his very life depended on it because, at this moment, he was sure it did. She grasped his ass cheek with her free hand, then bit the ridge under his cockhead while she stroked in and out of his anus, sending shockwaves ricocheting through his groin.
With a hard primal grunt, he lost all control. He groaned and spread his legs wider, his thighs hard, tight, shaking with desire. He arched his hips forward and grabbed her head in both hands, twisting her hair up tight. For one long heated moment, he pulled back and pressed the cockhead of his massive prick against her gorgeous full lips.
“Ah, bebe, hold on, I’m going to fuck you now; fuck your mouth hard, fuck you deep in your throat. Open wide, bebe. NOW. Mon dieu. Ah, yes. Doux Jésus. Yes!”
With a fierce hiss, he slid the full length of his cock deep in her mouth to the back of her throat. He began furiously fucking her, pulling back, then pumping in
deeper, harder, and faster--in and out. She sucked and released his throbbing prick, keeping pace with his frantic thrusts until he exploded, a triumphant shout filling the room. He cried out again and again emptying his seed in her mouth. She swallowed every powerful spurt of cum until he fell back against the cabinet, his breath coming in noisy gasps, his legs shaking, his face and neck drenched with sweat, and his cock gloriously emptied.
Elena buried her face against his damp groin, reveling in his musky male smell, his quaking shudders and his crooning moans. He sunk to the floor, his knees spread wide apart, even now his cock semi hard. She was thrilled by his ferocious response to her erotic exploration, overcome with joy that she had done what she had planned to do. She wanted to discover him the way he did her. He had taught that her no part of her body was off limits and she celebrated her courage to explore him the same way. Oh God, how she loved him. She loved what he did to her and what she could do to him. She reveled in her power, her ability to bring this towering man to his knees with her mouth, her tongue and now her inquisitive, outrageous fingers breaching a once forbidden place. His need for her was a gift she treasured; it humbled and touched her soul. Drunk with joy and her own banked desire, she wriggled up next to him, desperate to feel his prick, his sweaty balls against her bare bottom.
Bai felt her frantic movements and looked down to see her squirming against him, her skirt riding up her luscious pale thighs. He grabbed her ankles and pulled off both of her boots then shoved her skirt up to her waist.
With a hard groan, he pushed her back against the floor and spread her knees wide apart. He tugged at her silky drawers and, with a quick twist, ripped the fragile material in half, baring her wet pussy streaming with her cream.
His voice was low, harsh with lust.
“Ah yes. My bebe needs me, now, don’t you? You want me now, ma petite fille? Where, bebe? Where do you want this? Tell me, cherie. Where shall I put my hard prick?” he asked, grasping his now erect cock, pushing it up against her swollen folds.
“Is this where you want it? High up inside your dripping wet cunt? Yes, cherie? Say it. Tell me what you want! Say it! Le dire! ”
