by Dark Angel
My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me - all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.
I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter with each passing second. Stepping out of my dress, I stand in front of Liam just wearing my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it.
He grabs my ass, rubbing hard on it, pulling at the small string that covers it. He pushes and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly pulling it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch is covering my pussy.
Liam goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and then starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly as he goes to his knees. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that untanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.
Or, well, I can try.
Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out of control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now only his to taste.
He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he yanks my thong down my legs, rubbing his hands up and down my side.
I look down on him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.
He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downwards pressure, and I almost feel my knees buckling under me weight. I don’t understand - how does he know my body so well? Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now.
He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently between my folds in a coming and going motion.
I move my hips in his direction slowly, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single nerve ending.
I can’t control myself. I swear, I’ve tried - I’ve tried to resist his teasing, just like he did with me, but I’m not that strong.
I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything - press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything - anything will work! I need him, I need his body… I need everything in him.
But he’s strong and, no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t even move an inch. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.
“Be patient, Cara,” he teases me, and I almost want to scream in frustration. The good kind of frustration, of course. I know that the more he tortures, the more I’m going to explode - but I just don’t want to wait. Like a kid on Christmas, I don’t want to wait until it’s midnight to unwrap my presents. I want it now, all of it!
“Liam… I…” I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth, summoning whatever endurance there’s in me to resist his touch.
“What do you want me to do?” He asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. “Tell me.”
I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of mischievousness dancing on his lips.
“Maybe I should do this…?” He leans into me and, without touching me with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing what to do. “Or maybe this?” He slides one inch of his finger inside of me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips forward so that he goes all the way in.
I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans to me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit, dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise motions.
I’m moaning, I’m moaning hard. I try to control myself, but it’s starting to get hard. Really hard.
Sucking at the same time his tongue laps at my clit, he starts rubbing with his finger faster, and I can feel my insides boiling and clenching. I’m pulling at his hair desperately and, thank the gods, he has eased his hold on me and now I can sway my hips freely. I press his face against my pussy as I rub myself against him, my mind completely devoid of any semblance to rationality. In this precise moment, I’m just existing.
One harder flick of his tongue against my clit and I erupt like a smoking volcano. I pull him into my pussy so hard that I can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and I come just like that. My whole body trembles as I thrust at him, goosebumps all over my skin.
He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as I come, he keeps on fingering me without mercy. My whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on my insides. Something inside of me is clenching and I try and grab Liam’s hand - he looks up at me, a grin on his face, and redoubles his efforts.
“Oh, God, I’m gonna -- ” I start to say, but I don’t get to finish my sentence.
I grit my teeth, close my eyes and… Oh my God, what is this? My whole body is contracting, and it seems as if I’m about to explode. Really explode.
And that’s exactly what happens.
My pussy clenches around his finger and an orgasm spreads through me like a flood. And when I say flood, I want to say that I’m gushing! How is it even possible? Am I squirting? Oh my God, I am squirting - and that in a way I never thought was even possible. The pleasure is so intense I feel all of my muscles burning.
My knees buckle, and I simple fall on them right in front of Liam. He touches my cheek, caressing it, and lays his lips against mine. I can still taste my pussy on his mouth and by God, I love it.
But his finger is still inside of me and, instead of pulling it out, he starts sliding it in and out of me - first slowly, almost as if he’s teasing me, but I’m as wet and ready as I can be. He goes faster, faster, faster, and soon I’m pressing my legs together, locking his hand into place as he fingers me towards insanity.
When he pushes one more finger inside of me, I have to grit my teeth. My body is still trembling and shaking and, even so, I can already feel that storm of pleasure building back, the roar of delight inside my mind.
He starts biting at my neck at the same time he pinches my nipples with his free hand - I throw my head back, my hair falling over my back, and I choke down a scream as something explodes inside my mind. I come, and I come hard. But he doesn’t stop - this time, I know he’s not going to allow me any kind of rest.
We’re going for it all the way. No brakes, no nothing.
I grab his cock and, wanting to have him inside my mouth just once more, I lean towards him and engulf him with my lips. He pushes his cock down my mouth, pushing through his last inches until my lips are almost touching the root of his length. It’s hard to believe that I can do this - really, have you seen how big he is? - but I’m actually doing it.
But more than having him in my mouth, I need him inside me.
“Fuck me, Liam…” I simply whisper, and he offers me one of his wild grins.
Moving fast, he pulls me up into his arms and takes me from my living room to the bedroom, kicking the door open with the tip of his foot. There, he just lays me down on top of the mattress and, pushing
my knees apart, he settles his body between my legs. I look in anticipation as he edges closer to me, his thick head reaching for my inner folds. I shudder as he presses it there, rubbing his tip along my pussy and up to my clit. He then slaps his shaft against my pussy - once, twice - and I almost bang my head against the headboard in my madness.
I open my legs wide and I cover my mouth with my hand as I let out a scream. He enters me fast, his shaft sliding deep inside of me and sending shards of absolute rapture from my pussy to my mind.
He thrusts at me like that for god knows how long, his body pressing on mine; I lace my legs behind his back, not locking him into place but allowing the freedom to move in and out at will - which he does. His thrusts are so strong and violently delicious that I can imagine myself spending the whole day like that, lying on the bed while he completely ravages me. Really, what more can I ask for?
He continues until all strength leaves my body, my legs sliding down from his back to the mattress as all muscles in my body become taut. He pounds me even harder then, feeling my weakness, and I have to bit hard on my forearm so that I don’t scream as I orgasm again.
But then I just give up on it - let the neighbors hear me, for all I care.
My limbs flailing and my mind burning, he keeps on ramming it inside me as I scream at the top of my lungs; with the last ripples of ecstasy still receding from my mind, a new and bigger wave of it crashes on me, numbing not only my body and mind, but my soul as well. Everything in me is on its knees and praying for rapture.
I don’t know how many orgasms he wants to give me like this, but I want to turn the game. I escape from under him and, before he can even realize what I’m doing, I’m on all fours.
He doesn’t need to be told what to do: I haven’t even had the time to breath out, he’s already behind me, slapping my ass and rubbing his thick fat cock over my pussy as I wiggle my ass. He rams it in me in an instant and, before I can even control myself, I let out a violent scream. He’s ramming me so hard I lose all notion of where I am - I don’t care about anything anymore.
I let myself go and, as my pussy tightens like a vice around his cock and I come my brains out all over again, I scream as loud as I can, the veins in my neck almost bulging as I do it.
“Hard… As hard as you can,” I beg of him and, the moment I say it, I jut my ass back at Liam and start thrusting my ass in his direction. He grabs my hips and starts pounding me viciously, his whole length sliding in and out of me so fast I’m seeing white lights behind my eyelids.
Feeling as if I’m losing my mind, I scream at the top of my lungs as Liam fucks me senselessly. I let it all out, my throat becoming raw and sore as I let out screams of pure delight.
Slapping my ass with the back of his hand, I find myself rocking my ass against him with the brashness he’s pounding into me - no more than thirty seconds and I go from my hands to my elbows, hair falling down on my shoulders as I climax.
Sweet pleasure courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Liam’s insatiable hunger is rubbing off on me. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I could feel pressure mounting inside of me once again; but before I can come, Liam laces my waist and pulls me back.
Still with his cock in me, he lays down on the mattress as I roll into a sitting position over his cock, my back turned to him. I let the orgasm come then, as I grab Liam’s ankles and sway my hips back and forth, left and right, all over his cock. Electricity and flames devour me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Only when my body becomes completely spent will I do it, and only because I won’t be physically capable of carrying on.
Instead of swaying my hips, I stop doing that and prepare to use what little energy there’s still inside of me. I start jumping on his cock, and I’m doing it hard. He’s cupping my ass as I do it, and I lean just a bit forwards, slightly bending his cock down and only imagining the pressure he’s feeling right now.
“Fuck,” he exhales sharply, slapping my ass again.
His whole body becomes rock solid and I can’t help but jump on him with all the strength that I have in me - suddenly, he hooks his fingers on my waist and pulls me down onto him. I sit on his crotch as his cock goes as deep as it has ever been inside of me.
Oh my God.
Pleasure rages through me in a way I’ve never felt before, utterly consuming my mind. I’m high on sex, I’m high on Liam. And as his cock spasms again, his load shooting deep into me, I moan so hard that my voice starts quivering. He keeps cumming for a long while, the seconds ticking away as a torrent of semen takes hold of me.
Only when he becomes still, do I roll to the side and lay on the bed, my limbs sprawled.
I didn’t even notice it, but I’m covered in sweat, locks of hair plastered to my face. I want to speak, I want to move, but there’s not a single reserve of energy inside of me.
We simply remain there, laying side-by-side, in complete silence.
Oh, God, I can’t break up with him.
I just can’t.
Cara
“Where do you want to go for dinner?” Liam asks me, his voice stopping me from drowning in all the pleasure that still courses through my veins. He brushes his fingertips along the naked skin on my arms, and then grabs me by the hand. “What do you say about Léo’s? He really liked you.”
I’m listening to what he’s saying but, truth be told, I’m not really processing his words. Right now, my brain is too busy with trying to deal with the feeling of dread that’s slowly creeping up on me. I feel it in the pit of my stomach, like a dark shadow that seems to grow and grow, its dark fingers slowly wrapping themselves around my neck…
I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen, but I simply couldn’t resist him. How could I? The moment he pressed his sweet lips against mine, desire spread its wings inside me and, for a moment, I forgot all about the mess of a situation I’m in. But even though I might have postponed the inevitable, there’s no running from it.
Turning to the side so that I’m facing him, I take my hand from under his and look him in the eyes. I try and search for the right words, but I don’t find them. How the hell am I supposed to break up with Liam? I simply can’t do it with him looking at me like this, as if I am the last woman on Earth.
“Liam…” I start, trying to summon some courage, but then I give up on it.
I can’t break up with him. I just can’t. No matter how brave and courageous I might pretend to be, I can’t break his heart like this.
“Yeah…? You wanted to tell me something, didn’t you?” He asks me, that irresistible tender smile of his dancing on his lips.
“Yeah,” I nod, still not sure of what exactly I want to tell him. Closing my eyes for a second, I take a deep breath, and the answer bubbles up to my mind. There’s only one thing I can do right now, and that’s coming clean.
Sitting up on the bed, I wrap the sheet around my naked body and try to sort the words into a coherent sentence. “There’s something I need to tell you. And… It isn’t easy, Liam,” I tell him, my heart tightening up inside my chest so much that I can barely feel it beat.
“What is it?” He asks, sitting up by my side as his smile slowly fades away. “Is there something wrong?”
“Yes,” I nod, “there’s something very wrong in this relationship. And that something is me,” I continue, forcing my eyes to remain locked on his. In the end, I surrender to shame and avert my gaze, looking down at my lap.
“Cara, I don’t understand,” he whispers, trying to grab my hand, but I just take it out of his reach.
“It’s all a lie, Liam. This relationship is a lie, and I’m a fraud,” I say, finally mustering enough courage to let these words out.
“Come on, Cara. How can you say that? This is real,” he whispers, this time moving so fast that I can’t help but let him hold my hand. He tangles his fingers on mine, softly brushing his thumb against the palm of my hand, and I sigh heavily.
“I’m not the
person you think I am. Cara’s my name, that much is true, but I’m not… I’m not the woman you think I am, Liam.”
“Cara, stop saying --”
“Please, let me finish,” I cut him short, looking into his eyes and feeling determined to go through with this. Now that I’ve started, there’ll be no stopping me, no matter how much it hurts. Running my tongue over my lips, I ready myself to do what must be done. It’s time for the truth.
“I run a company, Liam… A very special kind of company. I specialize on breaking men’s hearts. Women that had their lives ruined by men come to me, and they hire me so that I can get back at these men. That’s why I have all this,” I tell him, waving with my free hand at my spacious bedroom.
“A few weeks ago, Misty Lane walked into my office and she hired me. She wanted me to break your heart after you left her, and I agree to it,” I force myself to continue, even though I can already feel the tears stinging my eyes. “Everything I did, including our ‘chance’ encounter at that pool party… It was all part of a plan. I wanted to make you fall for me, only so that I could break your heart in the process.”
He remains silent now, his lips slightly parted as he takes in my words. I look at his face, trying to read the expression there, but I just can’t do it. And so I continue.
“There was just one thing I wasn’t counting on…” I tried, but I couldn’t stop the tears, and now there’s one streaming down my face. It goes down to my lips, its saltiness somehow filling me up with a deep sadness. “I wasn’t counting on falling for you,” I finally admit, my words hanging in the air between us.
“I was supposed to destroy you because you were an asshole, but after getting to know you… I found out that you were the opposite of what I expected. You’re a good man, Liam, and you’re a much better person than I am. And, for what it’s worth, I’m truly sorry.” I push these last words out of my mouth with effort, my voice already cracking. And that’s not the only thing that’s cracking right now - I can almost feel my heart splintering inside my chest.
