Her mouth might’ve said no but her body was not of the same accord. She moved even wilder beneath me, her hips thrashing as if the feel of my warm seed hitting the hot walls of her pussy ignited something hidden deep inside her. My cock spat into her until my balls hurt, but still she thrashed beneath me. I bit into her neck making sure to leave my mark and didn’t leave her body, not even when we were both spent.
20
Jason
I’d like to say I did the gentlemanly thing and let her poor pussy rest for the remainder of the night, but I’ve never been much for gentlemanly behavior. By the time I rolled away from her tired as fuck, the sun was rising beyond the horizon. That was a record and I could’ve still gone for more if she hadn’t been too tires and too sore to take me. She fell asleep before we were finished cumming that last time.
I watched her as she slept and no longer felt like an ass for all these emotional nuances she’d awakened in me. Throughout the night I’d fucked her into submission, threatened her ass if she ever pulled a stunt like that auction shit again, and came deep inside her each time, making sure no matter what position I had her in, to flip her to her back and shoot off inside her while holding her eyes with mine. For some reason that last one was of the utmost importance to me.
She’d stopped complaining after the third time I did that, and I spent the rest of the night trying my damnedest to plant my child in her. It had to be some kinda pheremonal thing because I didn’t have a paternal bone in my body. Children were of course part of my future. But I’d always thought that was some distance ahead. In the last few hours that time had come. I cupped her plump tit in my hand and went to sleep with my face buried in her hair.
I woke with a start hours later when her phone went off somewhere in the other room. She didn’t stir and I debated whether to go get it or not. It could be her mother worrying about her since she hadn’t called anyone to tell them where she was. No doubt Simone had a pretty good idea. In the end I eased out of bed and headed into the living room where her bag was lying just inside the door where she’d dropped it.
It rang off as soon as I reached it and I didn’t bother to look at the readout. Once back in the bedroom I took one last look at her asleep in my bed all tumbled from my taking her all night long and a smile warmed my heart. I walked over to the bed and kissed her naked shoulder before heading into the shower. I had her scent all over me. I could feel her dry pussy juice on my balls.
I took a nice long shower before going back to her. She was still out cold, just her shoulders and hair showing above the sheet I’d drawn over her in the cool morning air. I should wait until she wakes up, but a look down at my cock showed that it had already tented my towel and I knew there was no way I could wait.
I dropped the towel from around my waist and walked over to the bed, sliding the sheet slowly down her body so as not wake her. She was in the perfect position for what I had in mind. With one leg bent and the other straight I could barely make out the lips of her pussy peeping through the split between her spread thighs.
I ran my index finger up and down her pussy slit and found her still damp with my seed. I got as close to the plump globes of her ass as I could and with my cock in hand, led it to the little opening between her thighs and straight into her pussy.
I closed my eyes in pleasure. It was just as I remembered, not the excitement of the night clouding my judgment. She did have the tightest pussy I’d ever fucked. I eased all the way in and started a nice slow deep rhythm, pushing against her ass each time I slid into her.
She moaned in her sleep and spread her legs a little wider, pushing her ass back into my strokes. She was half awake when I took her bent thigh in my hand and raised it a little so I could fuck deep. “Cock your ass higher for me baby.” She did as she was told and her pussy opened even more. I could see the pink insides of her cunt each time my cock pulled out before going back in again.
She was soon moving along with me, slamming her ass back hard with her pussy tilted higher each time. With the help of my hand on her thigh she was able to fuck herself back on my cock as hard as she wanted. And she wanted it hard.
Her pussy made those sopping noises like my cock was stirring our juices inside her. Pretty soon I had both her thighs grabbed tightly in my hands and used them to lift her off the bed and onto my cock. Only her shoulders and cheek were on the bed now as I scissor fucked her hard and fast. “Cum for me Emily. I want to feel you cumming on my cock.”
I reached around and smacked her pussy and she almost flew off my dick with her wild thrashing. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. Cum.” Right in the middle of her orgasm a brick hit me in my back or so it felt when my own orgasm hit me. I slammed her down hard onto the bed with my cock pounding into her and almost killed her.
Her face was buried in the mattress until I pulled her head back by her hair so I could feed her my tongue as I fucked what felt like an ounce of jizz in her pussy. She moaned around my tongue as she jerked my cock with her tight hot cunt. I met her stroke for stroke until I felt that sensation again no lighter than the first.
“Arrggghhhhh….” The roar was torn from my chest and I had to reach for the headboard as I lost sight for the barest of seconds. I heard the wood splinter as I came for the second time in less than a minute. When my head cleared I looked down to see her head crushed up against the broken headboard.
I pulled her back into my chest and kissed her lips raw while running my hand up and down her middle, letting my fingers linger between her thighs where we were still joined. “Good morning sweetheart.” She was still too out of breath for a decent answer, but she huffed out some kind of answer nonetheless.
I rolled to my back still lodged deep in her pussy and held her on top of me. “Can you take me again?” Her pussy clenched in answer. “Sit up.” I pushed her up from my chest and she sat on my cock in the reverse cowgirl. “Now ride my cock.” She looked back at me for direction.
“Just do whatever feels right baby.”
She moved experimentally slow at first, first moving her hips back and forth then up and down. Pretty soon she was slamming her pussy down hard on my cock and I held her hips so she didn’t fly off my dick. “Play with your breasts, baby…trust me.” I had to encourage her when she looked at me skeptically.
Her hands moved to her tits and she started off slowly, pulling them out and away from her body before circling her palms over them. Soon she was tugging at her nipples as I squeezed her ass hard, making her pussy tighten even more around my cock. From the way she thrashed her head from side to side, I knew she was feeling what I’d expected.
Her pussy juiced even harder and ran down onto my thighs. Her head went to one side and she concentrated on working my cock with her pussy. I caressed her amazing ass as she fucked me, moving my thumbs to the crease until I found her little rosebud. I slid just the tip of my finger into her ass and she went off like a rocket.
I waited until she came down from her orgasm before lifting her off my cock and putting her on her back. I slammed back into her, which wasn’t easy because she was still moving, humping air in the throes of another mindless orgasm. Sliding into her pussy while she was cumming was a whole other experience and it wasn’t long before I was in danger of breaking the bedframe this time.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck…” I almost yelled myself hoarse as something inside her, sucked the very essence out of me. If there was a time I knew for sure that I’d bred her, it was then. I pulled her roughly into my arms and sealed her lips with mine. Pouring everything I felt in that moment into her.
EMILY
He’s like two people separate people, a chameleon in fact. All morning I kept watching him. When he left the room and came back with breakfast after what felt like a sexual marathon. When he washed me in the shower before getting to his knees beneath the running water and buried his head between my thighs.
When we sat out on the balcony while his housekeeper changed the sheets. When he held my han
d while he read the morning paper and I looked out at the scenery below. When he called his office and told them he was taking the day off. When he watched me while I called my mother to tell her I wouldn’t be home until later; not that she’d noticed I was gone.
I watched him through all this, feeling myself fall deeper and deeper under his spell. Because through all this, some part of him was always touching some part of me. I stayed constantly aware of his nearness until it got to the point that if he removed his hand for the merest seconds I felt bereft. I came to crave his touch that quickly.
Whether it was the famous hand on my nape holding me in place while he made that phone call. Or rubbing my back while I made mine, the way that hand rested on my ass while he introduced me to his housekeeper while jokingly telling her not to sic his mom on him just yet, (I still don’t know what that meant).
Every little touch that would’ve seemed like nothing more than basic human contact from anyone else, took on new meaning. It was the way they made me feel. The fact that it seemed like he couldn’t resist, and the effortless way in which he did it. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to need to be that close to me at all times.
I almost shot out of my chair and made a run for it when the truth finally hit me square in the gut. I’m in love with him. “What is it?” He squeezed my hand but didn’t look up at me. How had he known? When I didn’t answer he squeezed my hand and finally looked at me. I felt… not trapped exactly, but there was something approaching fear crawling up my lungs from my gut.
“I… nothing.” Suddenly I felt like crying. He squeezed my hand again and went back to reading the paper and I thought, ‘oh well, he’s just like every other man I’ve ever heard of. Inattentive and stupid. And then, “Don’t worry. It’ll get easier.” He said the words so matter-of-factly I didn’t catch his meaning at first.
“What will?” There was a lump in my throat and my heart was in danger of breaking apart in my chest. Wasn’t love supposed to be soft and light and sweet? Maybe this wasn’t love after all. So why did it feel like I’d die if he left me? This was so confusing. How can something this huge jump out of nowhere at you? Without warning, without buildup?
“That feeling like you’re drowning, like you don’t know who you are anymore, and someone else is the most important thing in your life. Like you need them more than air.” He flipped the page like we were having just your average everyday conversation. Then another thought hit me and jealousy once again raised its ugly head.
“Have you felt this before?” The words came out much softer than I’d intended, barely above a whisper. He turned and looked me in the eye this time. “First time; good to know I’m not doing it alone. Come.” He used my hand to pull me up from my chair and bring me over to his lap. Once settled he wrapped his arms around me and we both sat and looked out at the Hollywood Hills, his newspaper forgotten.
21
Emily
He’s the most hardheaded, unfeeling jackass there ever was. How can one man be such a monumental pain in the ass? It’s been three days and I still haven’t been home. I told him I needed to go check on mother but he refused to let me leave. “You can’t coddle her Emily, she’s a grown woman who like you had a hard knock, but treating her like a child isn’t gonna help.”
We argued about that, well I argued, he pretended to listen and still wouldn’t let me leave. At least he let me call to see if she was still alive. When I tried bringing it up throughout the day, he’d take me to bed until I was too tired to think and I just stopped even mentioning it.
I didn’t have anything to wear, so spent those days in one or the other of his shirts. We didn’t leave the house and he’d barely allowed me five minutes to talk to Simone when I returned her call, after he threatened her of course with what he’d do to her if she ever got me into trouble again. They had some kind of whispered exchange which I couldn’t hear, but when he gave me back the phone she was laughing her ass off and refused to tell me what was said.
Now it’s Monday again and he has no choice but to go back to work and I needed to go home if only for a change of clothes. He was in a bad mood all morning as we got dressed to leave the house. Me in one of his large shirts that covered my thighs almost to my knees, with one of his belts tied around my middle. I rolled my eyes for the one hundredth time at his craziness.
“What do you think is going to happen? You have to go to the office, and I need clothes.”
“I want you here.” And you must always have your way. I didn’t say it out loud but it was evident from the weekend we’d just shared that he didn’t like the word ‘no’.
I’d tried more than once to leave, not because I wanted to, but because I really did want to check on mom and at least get a change of underwear. No dice. The first time I tried, he tackled me at the door and took me right there on my hands and knees, my head butting into the door each time he slammed into me.
Then he dragged me back to bed and did it all over again. In fact, of the last seventy two hours I think we spent maybe fifty having sex, or so it seemed. I’m not complaining, it’s amazing, and there wasn’t one time he reached for me that I wasn’t right there with him, and once I got over my shyness I did some of that reaching myself, but the feelings were almost too overwhelming. I was afraid that if I didn’t leave his sight soon, didn’t find some time to regroup, that I will totally and completely lose myself in him. The thought terrified me.
Then when he dropped me off at my house and took forever to say goodbye I was the one with tears in my eyes as I watched him disappear down the driveway. I needed to pull myself together and fast. How had we gone from zero to sixty this quick? I don’t think even Simone expected this outcome when she set things in motion. Not quite so soon at least.
After checking on mother and making sure she was okay, I retreated to my room after a long hot soak. Not even my bath felt the same without him there to take care of me. I missed him horribly and he hadn’t been gone that long. By the time Simone showed up I was a mess.
“Well damn you’re alive. I thought I was going to have to call out the national guard.” Just then the doorbell rang again and I opened it to a mountain of flowers with legs. Well that’s what it looked like at first glance. They were lavender roses, very rare and my favorites. Something I’d mentioned to him during one of our nightly talks over the long weekend. The delivery guy refused the offered tip as the sender had taken care of everything. I closed the door in shock and headed upstairs to my room with Simone hot on my heels.
“Ooh, there’s a card, lemme see.” She snatched the card from the mountain of flowers and I was too nonplussed to stop her snooping.
“Oh he’s good.” She held the card out to me with a big sappy grin as I read the words. ‘As beautiful and rare as these are, you have them beat hands down. Thanks for the most amazing weekend beautiful. See you soon. Jason.’
“I know what he’s trying to do, he’s trying to make me fall in love with him the bastard. Damn if I will.” There were tears in my eyes because I knew they were empty words. Bur I felt so stupid. Me, the one who was always the most level headed among my peers. How had I let this happen? How can I trust it?
“Too late for that.”
“What was that?” She mumbled it under her breath but I heard her loud and clear. Instead of an answer she rolled over on my bed stuffing licorice in her damn face.
I paced around my room trying to find the perfect place for the sixty or more flowers in the arrangement. I’d choose a place and then change it again, until I was making us both crazy.
“Oh, girlfriend you need to get out of the house; you’re going stir crazy.”
“I want to go see Jason. I should thank him for the flowers.” She gave me a knowing smirk and tugged me along out the door behind her. “Nope, we’re going to lunch and a little light shopping.”
“But…” I don’t remember if I’d promised him to stay in the house or not and said as much to her.
“You have a phone, that’s what it’s for.” We ended up going shopping before lunch and it was just what I needed. A couple hours of retail therapy. I spent most of it fighting her over the miniscule scraps of cloth she tried to convince me to buy. I’d never had much use for this type of lingerie before, but since she’d been right about everything else I took her word for it.
By the time lunchtime rolled around I was feeling much better. Still missing him, but no longer feeling like I was going to curl into a ball and die from the lack of his touch. He’d really done a number on me that’s for sure. Simone snatched my phone the third time I looked at it and put it away in her bag. “Oh you’ve got it bad.” She found my plight amusing.
After an extended lunch we headed back to my house; he was there. Pacing back and forth in front of the door with his phone to his ear. “Oh shit Simone, give me my phone.”
“Oops.” That wasn’t even a little bit convincing.
“Four missed calls, I’m so dead.” He was next to the car before I got my seatbelt off, pulling the door open.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Apparently he didn’t need an answer and I was shocked at his intensity when he pulled me into his arms and held me like I’d been lost at sea. His heart was beating out of time; racing, and I felt his fear.
“What happened, what’s wrong?” I ran my hands up and down his back in an automatic show of comfort.
“Nothing, shut up, let me hold you.” He pulled me back in roughly and I just held on.
“Where the hell have you been Emily? I’ve been calling you for hours.”
“I’m so sorry, Simone took my phone because I kept checking it to see if you’d called.” Which now that I think of it was dumb. I would’ve heard it ring if he had. He glared over my head at her and I felt his body relax finally.
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