by West, Jade
“Oh, I hope so,” she whispered, and dropped herself onto the mattress. “I hope you’re everything I’ve been imagining late at night.”
I dropped myself onto the mattress right after her, caging her with all fours. “I’ll be a whole lot more than you’ve been imagining, Maisie. A whole lot more.”
I wasn’t joking.
My hands were heavy as they tipped her head back against the mattress. My body pinned her hard, seeking out her tenderness. My mouth was wet and hot against her swollen tits, seeking out puckered nipples.
And I sucked her.
Fuck, how I sucked her.
“Yessss,” she breathed. “Oh God, Ollie.”
My fingers slipped between her thighs and eased their way up, and the little lacy knickers she was wearing were perfectly clammy against her sweet little slit. I tugged the fabric aside and sought her out, and she whimpered as my thumb found the spot.
“Spread those gorgeous legs nice and fucking wide for me,” I told her, and she nodded before stretching them open.
Her fingers reached for me, for my shirt, her eyes frantically seeking out sights of her own, but I smirked as I shook my head.
“Not yet,” I said. “This right now is all about you. There’ll be plenty of time for me later.”
I circled my thumb, loving the wetness of her, and she wriggled, just enough to make my balls fucking tighten.
“Tell me again,” I said, enjoying the wetness of her. “Have you ever had your ass stretched open?”
She shook her head. “Just with fingers. When you did it.”
Her words were music to my ears.
“How about having your throat filled right the way down with cock?”
“I try my best to accommodate,” she whispered, the blush on her face as hot as her pussy as I slid my thumb inside her.
“Good girl,” I told her, and felt her squirm.
Yes. I remembered.
She liked being a good girl.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this…” she told me, and I nipped at one of her glorious nipples.
“I hope you’ll be feeling like this for a long fucking time,” I said, and then laughed, knowing how full of sin my voice sounded.
Her fingers reached for my face, coaxing me forward. “Please kiss me again,” she said.
I was more than happy to oblige.
My eyes were on hers but hers were closed as I took her mouth with mine. I conveyed everything in that kiss. Hunger, drive, need. Passion. Care and want and utter adoration.
And she conveyed it all right back.
This was more than the thrill of flesh calling flesh. It was more than the fantasy of two bodies craving each other. This was more than I’d anticipated as my needs flared from my thumping dick to my thumping heart.
“I’m going to take you, Maisie,” I said. “All of you. Every single part of that delicious little body is going to be eaten up by mine and pushed to the fucking limit.”
Her squirm was addictive. Her hips were rising from the bed enough to grind her slit against my fingers.
Yes. I had her.
I slid three fingers all the way inside her. Her cunt was every bit the greedy mouth I was hoping for.
I made sure my fingers were slick with her juices before lining them up against her ass. Hopefully that dirty little hole would be every bit as much a greedy mouth as her pussy.
“Take it,” I breathed and pushed them knuckle deep.
Her filthy groan was everything I wanted.
“Oh, dear God… that’s so nice,” she said, and her eyes were wild.
I fucked her, two fingers in the ass and two in the pussy, and I made sure my thrusts were in perfect sync with her, and fuck how I loved the bounce of her flesh as my thumb connected with her clit.
Mature in its swell and curves, her delightful body was every little bit the perfection I was hoping for. The utter perfection I’d craved since fucking forever.
I focused on her clit, making sure my motions were tight to the beat. I coaxed her just so, her breaths quickening as she tipped her head back and gripped at the sheets up above her.
The noises and scents of her wants were delicious. Beyond fucking delicious.
“I need to taste you,” I told her, and kissed my way down her belly.
Her whimper made my dick swell to a whole new level. Her legs were trembling as my tongue joined my thumb at her clit.
“I’m on the edge…” she said just a few seconds later, and her heel lashed out at the bed.
Shit, how it urged me on.
Deeper.
So much fucking deeper.
I pushed my fingers in hard, slamming home in those tight hungry holes while I coaxed her on.
And, right then and there, with my face between my minx’s spread thighs, I remembered exactly the tune she danced to, imbued into memory for a lifetime. I brushed her slit with my nose and sucked that clit between my lips, curling my fingers inside her to just the right spot.
Holy sweet fuck, how she came for me.
Her flesh was a tide of need as her hips rose from the bed. Her breaths were cursing, her fingers twisting in my hair as she held me tight.
My own wants were enough that my cock fucking hurt with the strain as the sweet girl beneath me exploded. It was more than I’d imagined. More than anything in this world as I ate up that pussy like it was my last supper.
And the dessert was more than even more as I pulled my fingers free from both of her holes and chased their exit with my tongue.
“So dirty…” she whimpered as my tongue snaked deep inside her asshole. “Oh God, Ollie, you really are so dirty… I always loved this side of you.”
I tongued her some more, licked up her creamy juices, told her she tasted divine.
Her giggle was hedonistic. Her eyes full of dirty little Maisie as she stared down at me.
“Can it be about you now for a while please?” she asked. “I’m pretty desperate for it to be about you. I want to get a taste for what’s under that suit.”
I licked up my fingers and gave her a fresh smirk.
“Good girls get their rewards,” I said, and unbuttoned my shirt.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Maisie
It was one hell of a reward.
I felt like a thoroughly good girl as the scorcher that was Oliver Kent stripped clean out of his suit jacket and shirt. I was still panting as he unbuckled his trousers. His dick was solid enough to make me gulp as it sprung free from his pants.
His smirk was every bit the arrogant, mischievous brilliance I expected as he shifted out of his super sharp attire and displayed himself at full nude perfection.
His chest was even more finely muscled in the flesh, and the ladder of hair down his toned belly just begged to be traced. My hands reached out for him, but he shook his head.
“Wait,” he told me, and I nodded.
Holy crap, I’d have nodded to any instruction he had to give me.
His hand was solid on the length of that cock of his, and it was every bit as intimidating as I remembered from being a naive teen. His balls were heavy, and I couldn’t stop licking my lips like some horny little bitch possessed.
My clit was still feeling raw, but was sparking all over again, tingling for more. My ass felt battered, clenching and loosening as though I’d taken his dick already, even though I’d only had his fingers, and I knew I had a world to go before the night was through, so many more games to play before I was held in those strong arms of his with sleep calling.
I just hoped I was good enough to take everything he had to give me.
He got onto the bed and edged up over me, his eyes eating up my bareness. I’m sure my cheeks must have been on fire, as much from self-consciousness as from exertion, but my smile was dirty shy, my eyes on his as he grunted his approval.
“I brought some nice toys along,” he said. “Good girls deserve good toys to play with, after all.”
It wa
s his tone, as filthy as it always had been. No. That’s a lie. It was filthier than it always had been. His eyes were buzzing with an even deeper dirtiness than they ever had done, even when we were in my bedroom when my parents were out.
I raised my arms above my head and gripped hold of one of the pillows to stop myself losing the battle and reaching out to grab him. I gripped even harder when the specimen of gorgeousness dismounted from his position over me and reached down beyond the bed.
He pulled out an impressive sized leather satchel. Always the nerd. Even in the most filthy of circumstances.
Hell, how I loved him for it.
My heart picked up a gear when he flipped that satchel open and began to arrange the toys on the covers beside me. It wasn’t a case of a dildo or two for a bit of spice. Not even close.
These monsters were so much more. Thick and ribbed and g-spot angled. One was enough to make me gasp. Huge. Way too huge for me to take without a build-up of a lifetime and a barrel of lube.
There were anal beads, and strange double dildos, and plugs that looked fat enough to have my asshole gaping for a year afterwards.
“Excited to play my games?” he asked, and I’m sure my eyes were saucers as I stared on up at him.
“I’ll always be excited to play with you,” I told him. “I just hope I’m a good enough girl to please.”
“No fear there, Maisie,” he said. “I’ve been aching to play with you for years.”
I wondered if that really was true, and he really had been thinking of me all this time. I looked down at my nakedness in the lamplight and wondered if I really was this horny to him.
“You’re a beautiful girl, Maisie Moore,” he said, although reading my mind, and my clit kicked up to a fresh tune, my body aching for another round.
“You look incredible,” I told him. “Really, Ollie, you look amazing. I mean, you looked amazing on video call, but this is different…”
He raised a finger to his lips and his eyes were glittering.
“I want to see you stretched to take me,” he whispered, and his tone was practically dripping. “I want to make up for a decade by imprinting my whole fucking self on that beautiful body of yours.”
“Then stretch me,” I said right back, and that dirty little bitch inside was peeping through my shyness with a grin.
Oh, how he straddled me. His muscled thighs were tight with tension as he positioned himself over my chest with his dick standing tall over my face. His fingers took my hair and raised my face to his length, and the angle was savage, enough that I spluttered and strained to take him in my mouth.
It was everything he wanted. I could feel it. Sense it. Taste it.
I remembered all those times way back when, how he liked me to spit and splutter as my eyes watered and tears spilled down my cheeks.
Dirty. He wanted me dirty. Filthy dirty and his for the taking.
“Open wide,” he growled, and I was trying. I really was trying.
The noises that came from my mouth were disgustingly sloppy as he worked that dick in and out. I knew it would only be a couple of decent thrusts before he’d have me gagging, and my recollections weren’t wrong.
“Nothing makes me happier than my dirty girl at full fucking dirtiness,” he said, and I’d have nodded if I could. “Be my filthy little girl now, Maisie. Be that dirty little bitch and give me your throat.”
I moved my hands from the pillow and gripped his ass, and he was tight, ripped with muscle. So much muscle.
My gurgles were heavy as I let my fingers trace his flesh, and this was exactly what my soul had known would be coming. I felt the freedom as the minx in me unfurled and ran free.
This was it.
Us.
Us all over again.
His needs calling mine and making me quiver.
I couldn’t stop my one hand dropping down from his ass and pressing onto my clit. The tenderness was lost under the need for more, and I rubbed myself as he fucked my mouth, uncaring for anything but the way my body was begging for his.
I retched hard as he pushed his way deeper into my throat, sure my cheeks were bulging as my eyes stared up wide.
“Delicious fucking view,” he said and held his position while my fingers rubbed between my legs, and I shouldn’t do it, I shouldn’t let myself come a second time so soon, but I couldn’t hold back. I was done. Finished. Toppling over a fresh new edge. And it was wonderful.
I shuddered to climax, and twisted my face to the side as he pulled free of my throat. The wetness was hot and sloppy, a huge string of spit reaching from my open mouth to the head of his cock, and I couldn’t stop the whimpers coming from my own dirty soul.
“Fuck,” he said, and spurted big thick streamers of his own cum, and they landed hard, so filthy hard against my open mouth, dripping from my lips. ”Fucking fuck, Maisie, you fucking stole it from me, you dirty little girl.”
And I had.
I really fucking had tipped him over the edge.
That’s when the minx raised her head enough to smirk a smirk of her own.
I licked my lips like his cum was ten times better a dessert than from the restaurant earlier, forcing myself up onto my elbows as he edged his way down.
“I’m ready to take it all,” I said. “Give me everything.”
His hands were straight to the collection of waiting toys.
“All fours,” he barked. “Now.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Oliver
I had to keep myself under control, or at least try. There was so much of this beautiful little creature to savour, so much to explore, and I had to be sure I didn’t barge my way through the whole decade of fantasies like a man jumping into an ocean after a lifetime in the desert.
I caught my breath as Maisie shifted like a good girl onto all fours. She shot me a dirty little glance back over my shoulder as I ran my hand over the selection of toys.
Her ass was curvier than it had been first time round, the flesh ripe and round and begging to be teased. Her thighs were thicker set, and her pussy lips were hungry, poking out just perfectly in the gap.
She was perfection itself. Enough that my mouth was watering at the very sight of her, my cock swollen hard all over again in a beat.
I made sure not to let her see which toy I was choosing. She flinched and giggled as I thumped the thick head of solid dildo number one along her juicy slit.
“Ready to play?” I asked, and she wiggled her sweet ass.
“Always ready to play with you.”
My lips were pressed to her rump, kissing her hard when I pushed the first few inches of that toy inside her. She jolted forward, just a touch, her grunt heavy with want as she arched her back.
“Remember the amount of time we used to spend with my fingers stretching that wet little slit of yours,” I nudged the dildo in a little and she nodded.
“I remember…” She grunted again as I pushed the dildo in further. “That feels so good…”
I twisted it and changed angle enough that she spread her thighs, straining for more.
“Jesus, Ollie… I’d forgotten how well you knew my body…”
So had I, it seemed.
I was running on glorious autopilot, my hands knowing the tune ahead before I did. I let my thumb coax that clit of hers while I fucked her with the dildo, knowing just the pace. I’d been with women, plenty of them, but this was a different shade of desire in me.
She was the pinnacle. The pinup of my fascination. The goddess in her nakedness before me, driving me fucking mad.
I teased and tensed and switched the toys up, always so steady, so guarded, so in control. I pushed her, always keeping her on the edge, always so hungry for her pleasure.
And then she said it. The word to raise me to the heights forever more.
“Harder…”
It was barely more than a whisper.
My cock pulsed so hard it fucking hurt.
“Harder, please…” she whispered. “P
lease fuck me harder, Ollie… please…”
I didn’t disappoint.
My grunts matched hers as I fucked her deep with that latest purple toy. My arm was twisted around her thigh, strumming that clit all over again, and she was a squirming wreck of wanton fucking bliss.
I was brutal in my force as I pushed her flat to the bed, leaving her ass in the air on full display as I worked her into a frenzy.
She cried out as I reached for the anal beads and plopped them into that puckered little ass one by one. She was loud in her calls as I tugged them back out of her in one hard motion, her ass winking and blinking.
“Yes!” she cried as I pushed those beads back inside her. “Yes, please! Please, Ollie!”
I knew it.
I’d always known it.
We were tied up in the same universe, both of our souls wrapped up tight and craving the same edgy song.
There was nobody else in this world who could transfix me in anything like the way this siren could transfix me. Her panting breaths fed mine, her shivers coaxing waves across my skin.
“Fuck me!” she squealed, and my fingers strummed her clit in a crescendo. “Please, just fuck me, Oliver! I need it!”
She wasn’t the only one.
Need exploded behind my eyeballs as I positioned myself behind her and cast that dildo aside. I was inside her in one thrust, my balls slapping loud against her flesh and my grunts coming savage.
I closed my eyes and savoured the sensation, savoured fucking everything.
I pressed myself flat to her back, pinning her with my full weight and fucking her deep. I breathed in her hair, loving the scent of her, loving fucking everything as she whimpered and shimmied.
Loving her.
Fuck, I was loving her.
“Come for me,” I rasped. “Be my good girl and come with me inside you.”
She nodded, and shifted, spreading her legs as wide as they would go and grinding herself against the bedding underneath, and I knew it was enough to hit the spot. I could feel it. Hear it.
“Like this…” she said. “Just like this…”
But no. Not like that.
I moved in one solid motion, rolling onto my side and pulling her back with me. Her thigh hooked over mine, my arm wrapping around her tits as my mouth found her neck and tasted. My other hand snaked to that swollen little clit and pushed her to the limit, circling a whole new tune as I pushed two fingers in alongside my cock.
