Complete Erotica Anthology: Plugged, Stretched, and Filled (Erotica Variety Pack - BDSM, Spanking, Well Hung... Book 2)

by Lily Love

  He sits up and looks down at my spread and prone body. “I like you like this,” he says with a smirk. He pulls his clothes off, exposing his perfectly muscled body. He allows me a moment to admire him before he crawls back over me and he slides into me. I struggle against my bonds, wanting desperately to wrap my legs around him, to touch his chest and back. But I can’t pull loose. Ethan thrusts into me relentlessly.

  “Please,” I moan.

  “Please what?” He asks, even though he knows perfectly well what I am asking for.

  “Please, untie me,” I beg. I need to touch him. He reaches over my head and releases my bonds, then does the same to my ankles. His arm moves under my body and he flips us over, so I am on top. I sink down onto his cock; I love the feeling of him deep inside of me.

  He reaches up and slides two fingers into my mouth; I automatically begin to suck. He thrusts them gently in and out of my mouth before removing them and pressing them against my clit. I grind down onto him and then, slowly, begin to move up and down on his length. His eyes go directly to my breasts, watching as they bounce with my movement. I am obsessed with watching him watch me. I feel powerful knowing that I have the power to make him come undone.

  His hand connects with my bare ass, as if to remind me who is really in charge here. The sound of the smack reverberates around the room. The pain adds to the pleasure. I moan at the feeling. It is like nothing that I’ve ever experienced before. Smack. Again, his hand connects with my ass, but this time on the other cheek. I bounce slightly harder, needing more friction.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I can hear the grin in his voice.

  “Oh yes.” His hands move from my hips to the flesh of my rear and he squeezes. Hard. It is a different sensation from the spanking, but still a mix of pleasure and pain. He holds me down on his cock so I can’t move up and down. I frown at the loss of movement. “That’s mean!” I give him puppy-dog eyes, hoping that that will be enough for him to give me what I want. “More, please.”

  I feel the movement before I recognize what is happening. Ethan flips me over again, his cock still deep inside me. He is on top now and he grabs my wrists and pins my hands over my head. He begins thrusting again, rapidly, and ceaselessly. My legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into me. He readjusts his hands so he is holding me down with one strong arm. He slides his fingers into my mouth again. My eyes flutter shut as an orgasm hits me, shaking my body to the core.

  I feel my inner muscles clamp down on his cock. His hand leaves my wrists, but I keep my arms in the same position. His hand comes down on the back of my thigh and I thrust up against him, wanting desperately to give myself another orgasm. He helps me along by grinding down against my clit. “Good girl,” he whispers as he presses his body fully against mine. “Come for me.”

  The feeling of my inner muscles clamping down on his cock drives him to orgasm as well. He grinds against me drawing yet another orgasm from me as he releases his load deep inside of me. He rolls off of me and comes to his knees.

  He rolls me onto my stomach and presses a quick kiss to each ass cheek. “All better now.” He rubs the redness away and then rolls me over. He grins before he pulls me closer to his body. “We should do this again sometime.”

  I laugh and tuck my head against his shoulder.

  “Absolutely.”

  Anna & Noah

  As a librarian, my days aren't exactly packed with excitement. During those slow hours when I don't have much to do, I must find ways to entertain myself. My favorite work time hobby has become people watching. In a public library there are always unique individuals walking through the doors for me to observe. Now, I know I'm not the most amazing woman to look at, but I have to admit that I'm pretty good looking for a 28 year old librarian. Okay, yes, I have the stereotypical librarian glasses, but I only wear them to read. Other than that, I'm pretty good looking: five foot six, slender but with curves in the right places, long brown hair that frames my face perfectly, and captivating hazel eyes.

  Even though I am confident in my looks, I do find it uncomfortable when someone blatantly stares at me. Therefore, I try to be discreet when assessing the library's patrons. Today has been the usual bunch: students studying away, avid bookworms, and the typical older crowd. I watch as similar faces walk through the door and I immediately know what their business is here in my library, that is, until I see someone walk in the likes of whom I haven't seen here before.

  This man walking in seemed a little older than me, perhaps in his mid-thirties. He's wearing a nice fitted button down shirt along with some dark wash jeans that show me immediately that he is in amazing shape. He has short brown hair and eyes that mean business. His face holds a look of quiet confidence and wisdom, and he seems to be observing his surroundings just as I am. In fact, while I am caught up with his impressive stature, I fail to notice that his gaze has found me.

  What do I do? I look away but it is obvious that I was checking him out. I blush profusely as I see out of my peripheral vision that he is heading this way. Is he going to call me out on looking at him? I brace myself for complete embarrassment as he approaches the counter.

  “Excuse me, I'm looking for a book.” I'm shocked that he didn't mention the fact that I was just staring him down and possibly drooling all over myself.

  “Y-yes, of course.” I respond. “What is it that you're looking for?”

  He asks for a book that I'm very familiar with. It's one of my favorites. I let him go on about how he has been wanting to read it and I can’t help but try to study him up close. The structure of his face reminds me of one of those celebrity heartthrobs that get even better looking as they age from 30 to 40. He is very clean and well put together, but not too uptight as shown by the slight masculine stubble adorning his face. His eyes are shining bright, but not at all innocently.

  When I realize that I should probably be doing my job, I quickly get up and lead him over to the proper section of the library. On the walk over, he introduces himself as Noah and I tell him my name, Anna. I can't help but repeat his name in my head... Noah. As I grab the book he requested I mention that it is one of my favorites and smile before I turn to walk away, but he stops me.

  “You say this is a favorite of yours. Would you like to get together and discuss it over coffee?” The look in his eyes tells me that he isn't only interested in literature and warm caffeinated beverages. I notice how he looks me up and down, following the curve of my hips outlined in my form fitting pencil skirt, and the slight cleavage I am displaying in my favorite blouse. His eyes come back to my face and he smiles, “What do you say?”

  I'm somewhat shocked at his offer. He seems so well put together and like the type of man that should have no problem getting dates, so why is he interested in a young librarian? But, I am not one to turn down a date with an incredibly handsome man, so I agree, hoping internally that he is not a serial killer.

  The next day, as I am walking up to the coffee shop we had agreed upon, I am feeling anxious and jittery. I had carefully looked myself over in the mirror before leaving my apartment. I had painstakingly picked out a casual but sassy black dress that shows off just enough of my physique to peak interest, but keeps me covered enough to allow for some mystery. I know my outfit and makeup make me look flirty and sexy, as my best friend had commented earlier, so I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the cafe, scoping out the place in search of Noah.

  I spot him sitting at a table in the corner of the room, looking down at the book I had helped him find the day before. For a moment I am concerned-does he really just want to discuss the book? Do I look ridiculous dressed like I'm ready for a fancy date? But as I approach his table, he looks up at me with flirtatious eyes, taking in my appearance, and I know now we are both here for the same reason.

  Noah invites me to sit down, and as I do I look him over carefully. He is wearing another nice button down shirt, but with the first few buttons undone for a more casual look. His short hair is
somewhat styled but he didn't spend hours getting ready-he didn't need to. Just the look of him had me melting in my seat. His strong, masculine attributes were driving me crazy, and his sexy voice just made things worse! He started the conversation off lightly, asking me a little about myself.

  I found myself telling him a lot about me, but realized halfway through the latte he had insisted on paying for that I did not know much about him. “So, what do you do?” I inquired.

  “Well, I work in the technology industry.” He vaguely answered. I did not want to push him to give me any details, but I was definitely curious. He changed the subject, telling me how much he's enjoyed our date.

  “Well, if you enjoy this book,” he started, holding up the novel that we had only briefly discussed during our time there, “then you would probably love to see my library back at home.” I can see his intention clearly in his eyes, but after the numerous times I've almost jumped all over him during our chatting, I am excited at the chance to spend some more time with him, specifically alone time.

  As we walk out of the cafe side by side, I assume that the “library” Noah had mentioned was referring to his bookshelf at home, like the one I had at home. When we reach his car, I realize that this may not be the case. I have never seen such a nice car in my life! Well, at least not in person. He notices my mouth wide open in surprise at the sight of his slick black 2015 Porsche Boxster, but he just smirks slightly and opens the passenger door for me. I snap myself out of my trance and carefully get in the car, terrified to mess anything up.

  He on the other hand, is much more relaxed as he fired up the impressive convertible. During our drive, I find myself wondering what his house will look like when we arrive. Something about the breeze through my hair on this beautiful day relaxes me, and I am smiling as wide as I ever had before, laughing and joking with the impressive man. During our flirting, now more intense, he reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. Rather than feeling awkward or embarrassed, I felt comfortable. I had a newfound feeling of freedom and urge for adventure with Noah.

  I feel a tingling as his hand slides higher up on my thigh. I can't help but imagine what it would feel like if he would just move it up to the spot where I now ache to be touched.

  We soon roll up to a large house peacefully secluded on a hill. I am overwhelmed at the size and intricacy of the design. It is four stories tall with a huge yard and a giant pool. I have never been in the midst of this type of luxury before, but instead of being caught up in all of the details, I am caught up in Noah. I take his hand as he leads me inside, both of us in a rush of excited energy.

  The inside is even more incredible than the exterior. We settle in the living room, equipped with an impressive bar from which Noah pours us both a glass of wine. I'm starting to think that we won't really be studying his library tonight. Rather, it seems that he is studying me. I look down and notice that my dress rode up on my thighs as I sat down on his big comfortable couch. I blush and look up at him, seeing that he has noticed the small bit of my panties peeking out from the hem. I hope he wants me just as much as I want him.

  He takes a seat next to me as he hands me my glass of wine. Being a shy girl who has never been interested by alcohol, I'm not much of a wine connoisseur, but I find myself downing the glass rather quickly because nothing seems off limits tonight, not with him. I've never been around someone with such a magnetic personality before, but he makes me feel confident, like anything is possible in this fantasy world of riches he seems to live in. As I begin to feel warm inside from the wine, I reach over and put my hand on his knee. He seems a little shocked by my forwardness, as I am naturally a bit reserved, but he smirks and leans in towards me, kissing me softly on my neck and down my shoulder.

  This teasing is driving me crazy and I can feel the warmth radiating from my pussy. I want more than anything to rip my dress off then and there, but instead I run my hand across his toned chest and unbutton a few buttons on his shirt. He must be getting really excited too, because he moves my hand, then stands up and rips his shirt right off. I gasp as he shows a more dominant side of himself, and also because I'm finally seeing his impressive body.

  He turns his attention to me, tugging my cardigan off and lifting me to my feet, then pulling my dress over my head. I am now standing before him in only my bra and panties, exposed, but I have never felt so confident in my life. He continues to kiss down my neck, moving his way to my cleavage before he tears off my bra hungrily. He pauses to look at my large exposed breasts with lust filling his eyes before he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, running his tongue over it while brushing the other one gently with his thumb. I can’t help but let out a moan as the pleasure overcomes me.

  “You like that?” He asks in an aroused tone.

  All I can manage in response is “Mhmm, ohhh...”

  He takes that as an invitation and his free hand travels down my stomach to the edge of my lace panties. I instinctively move my hips upward to meet his touch, wanting him inside me. He slips his hand inside my panties and finds my clit, circling it softly. I can't hold in my desire and start moving my hips against his hand. I know he can feel how soaking wet I am. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, so full of pleasure I want to explode. He moves his hand out of my panties, and I instinctively let out a disappointed sigh.

  “Oh, don't you worry, I'm not finished with you yet.” I purr as I hear the dominance in his voice, and watch as he takes off his pants revealing striped boxers, but what really catches my attention is the huge bulge pushing against them. He kneels and pulls my panties down, finally getting a look at my clean shaven, pink pussy glazed with juices.

  “Damn you’re wet. I have to taste you.”

  He leans down and brings his lips to my clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue. I can’t help but squirm with the immediate pleasure pulsing through me, but he holds my legs apart with his strong grip, taking control as he slips his tongue across my slit, teasing me. All I want is to feel him inside me as I moan and push my hot pussy against his mouth. I feel my climax coming as the pressure and tingling increases with his rhythm.

  “I need you to cum for me.” He demands. Those seven words send me completely over the edge, screaming with intense pleasure as my juices flow out and he laps them up. Panting, I lay back recovering from my intense orgasm when he stands up, smirking at me, and begins to remove his boxer shorts.

  Finally, I get to see the mystery behind the bulge. My eyes watch closely as he tugs his boxers down and his huge erection pops out, hard as rock. I have never seen a cock as large as his, let alone being displayed naked right in front of one. I was nervous that I would be overwhelmed by his size.

  “Wow, I don't even think I can fit you inside me!” I exclaim at the sight.

  “By the end of tonight you will.” He responds mischievously. I smile back nervously, but in reality, I am very excited.

  I get up from my seat and kneel in front of him to admire his member more closely. I can't help but wrap my hand around it and squeeze, causing him to let out a moan. I gently put my lips around the very tip, circling the head of his dick with my tongue while I suck on it. His breathing is becoming heavier as I tease him with my tongue. I know I won't be able to fit his entire cock in my mouth, but I want to try. I lick up and down the shaft, all the way to the base to get it all nice and wet, then stroke it with both hands as I prepare to take him in my mouth.

  I put my mouth back around the head of his cock, teasing him again, only for a moment before I slowly begin taking him into my mouth, an inch at a time. I bob my head up and down his hard member, sucking him and flicking my tongue across the underside where he is the most sensitive. He can't help but moan as I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. He tastes so good I can't help myself. Before I know it, I've taken so much of him into my mouth that I begin to gag on his huge cock, which makes it twitch with excitement even more. I can tell that he is about to cum from his moans and the jerks off h
is cock deep in my throat as I bob my head up and down on him faster and faster, sucking until I finally feel his hot cum spurting into my mouth and hear him yell “Fuck!”

  I make sure to lick up and swallow every precious drop as he smiles down at me, pleased. He picks me up off of my knees and throws me onto the big couch, looking down at my completely exposed body. I reach my hand down, playing with my clit as I am now yearning for another release like the one I just gave to him. He watches me play with myself intently, my moans and fingering causing his cock to rise steadily again.

  He is quickly ready for another round, joining me on the couch and positioning himself so that his hard cock is resting against my tight opening. He rubs the head up and down my pussy lips to tease me, and I squirm, my body begging him to put it in. He seems amused by my eagerness and plunges into me full force, causing me to scream out in both pleasure and pain, fitting his huge cock halfway in until I couldn't fit anymore inside me. He then slowly moves it in and out as I adjust to his size, pushing deeper and deeper inside me one inch at a time.

  Once he fits himself all the way inside of my hot pulsing pussy, he begins to pump into me at more of a steady pace, using his thumb to play with my clit as I writhe in ecstasy, moving against him as I feel him deep, all the way inside me. He grunts as he pushes his full length into me, and just when I feel my climax building up, he picks me up and flips me over onto my hands and knees.