Annabelle's Angst: NEW ADULT CONTEMPORARY SUSPENSE ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  “Aaaaaah, don’t stop,” Michelle cried in pleasure, grinding her pussy into Sean’s seeking tongue.

  He flicked her clitoris with his thumb, while his tongue ravaged her love hole.

  Micah mumbled incoherently, her eyes closed and her body stretched out, taut like a guitar string ready to be strummed. When Sean flicked his tongue on her clit, she arched her back and moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets.

  Loving the closeness to her, Sean moved upward, nuzzling her body; her stomach, her ribs; he inserted a finger into vagina, loving the wetness of her juices. Her pussy had become slick. He added one finger more moving them in and out of her narrow opening. The friction created a wave of pleasure that traversed her pussy, into her pubis and up and down her spine. It was so delicious that Micah’s muscles twitched, and her mouth turned watery.

  Micah squealed in ecstasy, as her orgasm overcame her. A hot flush of liquid drenched Sean’s mouth and fingers as she climaxed and her body jerked wantonly.

  “Love me, baby,” Sean demanded, setting his dick into Micah’s mouth. She held it in her hand and massaged it lightly, rendering feathery friction to his throbbing organ.

  Micah ran her tongue on the small opening of his cock and around its crown until he was groaning madly. She sucked the crown for a few minutes before running her tongue up and down his turgid shaft. His dick had enlarged even further, making the small, red veins more prominent.

  Sean tilted his head up into the heavens, and growled like a crazed man.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he bellowed, his eyes glazed, his skin glistening with sweat against the dim light.

  Michelle took the length of his dick into her mouth until she almost gagged. Sean grabbed her hair and controlled the tempo. She went in and out, her head bobbing, while he held her head and matched her rhythm. Soon, Sean climaxed. Some of his creamy liquid, squirted into Micah’s ready mouth. He shuddered and groaned in joy as the last of his semen dripped into the floor. They fell to the floor in a tangle as Sean groped for her burning tits.

  They kissed again as their hands went back to exploring every inch of their bodies. They lay face to face, fondling, caressing, and sucking any exposed skin that they could touch. The musky smell of vaginal fluid, semen and sweat permeated the air but they didn’t mind. It took twenty minutes for Sean’s dick to become tumescent again.

  Micah’s pussy was wet once more. It was zealously waiting for Sean’s dick. Sean straddled her, spreading her thighs wide apart, and then he nestled his penis on the surface of her slit. Michelle’s pussy was ravenous for his dick. Sean’s face was suffused with passion.

  “Please fuck me now,” Micah pleaded, crossing her ankles behind his back.

  Sean’s body responded instantly. He penetrated her in short, shallow strokes, in and out of her tight pussy. He could feel the walls of her crack clenching his cock. It was unadulterated pleasure. Michelle moaned and writhed under him. He increased the temp, going deeper and staying longer. He gave out an animalistic groan as Michelle’s narrow cunt gripped his dick firmly. He pumped, slowly at first, in and out he went, and as his arousal increased, he quickened his pace humping more forcefully, and more deeply.

  Micah lifted her ass to meet Sean’s thrust. They moved towards each other, their groins slapping against each other, as the ember of their passion glowed. The exquisite, pleasurable sensation caused by the friction of Sean’s huge dick and Michelle’s tight pussy had transported both of them. Millions of delightful sensations had spread to all parts of her body until she was ready to explode in pleasure.

  “Sweet Jesus, yes, yes, harder,” Michelle begged for more as she strained for her orgasm.

  Sean pounded her until her body jerked like a rag doll with the strength of his thrusts.

  “You’re so tight, babe . . . so juicy,” he hissed in between moans.

  Then everything exploded. She couldn’t control her cries of joy as waves and waves of pleasure assailed her shuddering body. She climaxed again – and again - as Sean continued thrusting his humongous rod into her. She sucked his mouth and neck relishing his hot, salty skin and the incredible sensations as he shoved his dick as far as he could and trembled with his own ejaculation.

  They lay there for several minutes locked to each other’s arms, exhausted but fully satiated.

  “That was wonderful,” Sean finally came back to his senses. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It’s because I love her, Sean concluded. “I love you,” he whispered into her, and sealed it with a kiss.

  “I love you too,” Micah kissed him back, and snuggled closer to him, thinking how lucky she was to have him by her side.

  THE END

  Passionate Providence

  Chapter 1

  He’d been used to getting what he wanted all his life. He stared at the mirror, and Jason Turner stared back at him; heir to the billion-dollar Turner Real Estate Empire he’d inherited from his late parents. Life was good, and hardly boring.

  His parents had died in a plane crash a few years earlier and, as the only son, he was the sole heir. Everything went to him. He now controlled a Real Estate company with major Real Estate Assets in New York, Washington, California, Nevada, and as far as the Middle East and Europe. A portfolio that included hotels, high rises, luxury apartments, dream homes and office complexes, the Turner inheritance was rather enviable.

  It had taken him a while to settle into this life of calling the shots. Coming from his playboy life style, he’d had to calm many of his excesses to fit into the corporate hassle he had to put up with in running the huge responsibility that was left to him. He wasn’t complaining. On the contrary. He loved every bit of it. He stared at the mirror and smiled.

  Somehow, he had created a balance between being the super-rich Jason Turner that had a billion-dollar Real Estate Company to run, and the high flyer playboy who loved fast cars and beautiful women. Both worlds had found a way to fuse. They just had to. One could not be separated entirely from the other, and they were now one and the same. Behind him was his large bedroom, in his large twelve thousand square foot mansion in Greenwich Connecticut. It was close to his New York office, and was also far from the constant movement of the ever busy, continuously buzzing New York City. He loved the serenity here, the trees, the birds, the little lake at the east wing of the house. . . He would often jog there in the morning to breathe in some fresh air, but not today. He had more pressing things to deal with, like the super model that waited for him under the sheets of his king sized bed.

  He simply knew her as Suzie. She had been a cover girl for several fashion magazines, strutted several runways, was brand ambassador for a popular fashion line, and was the face of some perfume. She had that Barbie doll kind of beauty. Long, thick blond hair, perfectly cut, flowing down the back in long, thick waves. Her eyes were round and blue, fringed with dark lashes. And her eyebrows were raised on her forehead in a way that made her look perpetually surprised. He’d met her after a fashion show weeks ago. Usually staff attended the shows – people more expert on what sold than he. But he’d gone along to keep “in the know” that once, and she’d approached him. Her smile was seductive, as was her body language, and he’d been intrigued. When they ended up sitting together for dinner he hadn’t been disappointed. Conversation had been rather banal, but then wasn’t it always at these kinds of things? Once or twice she’d let her hand slide onto his thigh, his knee, sometimes higher. It had been a light-hearted, enjoyable dinner, and after dinner hadn’t been so bad either. He’d driven her home and gone up to her apartment for a drink. And the rest was history. Here she was in his bed once again!

  Jason sighed happily. He loved his life, and everything seemed perfect. The Turner Enterprise was growing stronger even though nobody had expected the inexperienced heir to grow the business. On the contrary. Experts had forecasted that he would run the Turner Empire to the ground, but he had disappointed them.Sure! He’d enjoyed the playboy lifestyle. He still did. But there
was a hardness to him; a shrewdness. Now there were several articles in major publications about the former playboy turned business guru. He loved every moment of it. He’d always loved a good challenge and liked to prove people wrong. Challenges were good. Challenges made him stronger. Lost in thought, Jason heard a rustling in the bed nearby. What had he and Suzie been talking about when he’d brought her here?

  He neither remembered nor cared to remember. All that mattered to him at the moment was his erection, and the amazingly beautiful Suzie that waited for him. He smiled sheepishly.

  “Come here Jason, don’t just stand there,” she laughed.

  “Okay, Princess, you asked for it,” he turned and walked toward the bed.

  *

  He looked at her and knew he was going to ravage her. Her free flowing blonde head called to him. Her tits stood upright, and her nipples screamed for his touch. He could feel her breathing as she curled up in the sheets.

  “Come here Jason,” she taunted.

  “Patience Suzie…patience,” he climbed onto the bed and pressed both her hands down. She whimpered in excitement.

  Her nipples became harder as she stretched towards Jason, longing for a kiss. She could feel the wetness dripping between her legs. Having sex with Jason was different. Both in and outside the bedroom he exuded a kind of cocky swagger. She could feel his power, his control, his expertise, and everything felt exhilarating, like a fire that constantly burned. She held on tightly as he planted his kiss on her lips.

  Being with Jason was always a thrill. It made something in her burn, and burn uncontrollably.

  Jason looked down at Suzie as she gripped him, almost shivering. He knew she was wet, and he smiled. As he kissed her, he grabbed one of her breasts and rubbed it, exploring its curves. Suzie’s breasts were curved and perky. He started kissing her neck and he could hear her moan.

  “Jason,” she whispered.

  He kissed her ears, went down to her neck, kissed it and then nibbled on it with his teeth, a little bite, that sent Suzie shivering.

  “Jason,” Suzie couldn’t hide her pleasure. She could feel the wetness between her thighs as she clung to Jason’s strong, muscular back.

  He could feel Suzie’s every movement, and it made him smile. He wanted to explore every part of her. He dipped her breast in his mouth and sucked it as she moaned. He sucked it hard, tickling the nipple with his tongue, First one and then two of her breasts.

  “Fuck me Jason,” Suzie whispered, “fuck me.”

  Jason took his time; he was in no rush. He raised his head and stared into her dreamy eyes.

  “Fuck me Jason,” she whispered staring into his sharp dark eyes.

  His dick was hard and throbbing. As he kissed her tits, she held his dick and stroked it. His dick was going to burn and explode. She held onto it like her life depended on it. She turned and wiggled until she had his dick in her mouth. She dipped it in her mouth and started to suck. From the sides down to the balls and then up to the tip, he closed his eyes as she sucked. She was amazing at it. She stayed on the tip of his dick and sucked it gently, wetting it and licking with her tongue, and then she slowly dipped everything back in her mouth. She sucked, kissed and caressed it. She then removed it from her mouth and looked into his eyes.

  He saw the naughty look in her eyes and he turned her around, groping her tits from behind. Squeezing them, he plunged his penis into her wet pussy. She moaned, and then breathed out as if to exhale her inhibitions. She grinded against his groin as he thrust his dick in her pussy in a steady rhythm. He kissed her neck, groping her tits and squeezing them as he steadily thrust.

  “Jason,” she called his name, half breathing, half whispering.

  Her body undulated as she moved against his dick. Her perfectly shaped butt pressed against his torso, his dick deep inside her pussy. He felt the succulence of her inside, and it sent jolts of pleasure throughout him. “Fuck me Jason,” she continued. Her voice was like a high note on a keyboard, sonorous, a perfect melody of beautiful music.

  He plunged his dick deeper in her vagina, causing her to scream. Holding her by the shoulder, he pounded faster, owning her, giving to her, pouring his pleasure into her and feeding from her pleasure. It reminded him of his red Ferrari; sleek, beautiful, a joy to drive. He loved driving it. Sometimes it felt like having sex with a woman; the speed, the joy, the sleekness in the controls. Susie was like the best Ferrari, a limited edition.

  With a sudden jolt, he turned her round and kept ramming his dick inside her, with more speed and more rigor. They were both titans, tearing each other apart, two beings becoming one, intertwined, enveloped. She dug her nails into his back as he bit her nipple, trying his best to suck the essence out of it. Suzie’s breasts remained hard and taut, taunting him for more. He went lower to her navel, tickling it with his lips. She jolted in spasms and held on to his head as he went lower.

  Between her legs was her succulent vagina, pink and wet, dripping with pleasure and excitement. He could feel her quiver as he shoved his tongue into her vagina. She screamed in ecstasy as his tongue explored the crevices of it. He kissed it and made love to it like it was a separate entity, caressing it with his tongue, cajoling it, coaxing it. She trembled as he explored her pussy.

  He lifted his head enjoying the sight of her twisting body. Her eyes were closed, lost in ecstasy. She grabbed his firm butt and pulled him closer, searching for his dick. It amused him how her body yearned for more. In a swift move he thrust his dick in her pussy and continued with his steady pumping. Her body trembled as his pleasure also heightened. She screamed louder as he felt a burst of energy. Then she climaxed, her body trembling violently, her moaning louder still, and he felt the succulence through her pussy. The wetness excited him and he exploded in pleasure, his cum spilling into her like a stream.

  She sighed, and gave him a hug, an indelible smile on her face, “Jason,” she murmured huskily.

  He collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling, his mind drifting to a meeting he was to have the next day. A major deal with some Asian partners about a project in China. If sealed, it would establish Turner’s presence in China, and China was definitely one of the world’s biggest markets, an opportunity that excited him.

  Suzie caressed his chest, “Jason, you are just incredible.”

  Jason jolted back to reality. He stared at her and gave her a kiss. Suzie was definitely beautiful, but he felt no attachment towards her. "You are amazing too,” he smiled. Her face beamed and he enjoyed watching her smile. She smiled with no inhibitions; with so much freedom and abandon. He saw the way she gawked at him, and it amused him.

  Giving her a kiss, Jason got up from the bed. He had a meeting in his Manhattan Office and he was running late. He still tried to handle a lot of things himself, though Marilyn, his secretary, was abreast of most of his appointments and schedules. Still, he remembered what he had to do and when. Many people wondered why he didn’t have a personal assistant, but he felt that he hadn’t needed one. He had Marilyn, his secretary, who performed many of the duties a Personal Assistant would, and he had a staff member for almost anything: scheduling, booking flights, making sure things were running in the house. . . The time had probably come to hire someone now, however. Responsibilities were starting to pile up.

  Chapter 2

  Jason padded into the bathroom and switched on the shower, allowing the water to flow down his body as he closed his eyes. He loved long showers; he could think and visualize as the water flowed over his body, relaxing him. It felt exhilarating.

  His eyes were still closed when he felt a hand on his dick. In no time his dick stood up and became hard. He opened his eyes to see Suzie bending down, stroking it. Fuck! Didn’t she care that he was late?! She smiled at him as she wrapped her mouth round his dick; he closed his eyes enjoying the moment. Suzie was something else; she could have been from another planet, a planet where people conversed through sex rather than speech. Suzie liked to talk through sex. She would j
ust fuck him to tell him she was happy, or if she needed to ask a question. She would fuck him and ask when they would go on a shopping trip, his answer was usually positive, because the fuck was usually good!

  She sucked his dick with masterly skill; it was as if she was one with the water. The water flowed down from his head through his body and over hers. She sucked and licked and stroked. He sighed in pleasure. What the hell. He was the boss. They could wait.

  He could feel the pressure build up in him as she kept sucking his balls and the tip of his dick. She wasn’t going to give up. He knew what she wanted to achieve and he knew she was going to achieve it; she went deeper on his dick making a wavy movement against it with her tongue. He grunted, he knew it was time.

  He came into her mouth and she swallowed the whole of it, allowing it to slide down her throat. She licked his dick, caressing it, caring for it, taming it. Suzie was definitely not from earth he concluded.

  *

  As he drove his Ferrari down the highway, he thought about Suzie, wondering why he didn’t feel more for her. She was amazing, beautiful, but it was all surface. There was hardly anything deep about her. Their conversations were about travel destinations, shopping, events, things that hardly mattered to him. His Manhattan Office was about an hour’s drive away, but his Ferrari could do it in less. He enjoyed the drive. It gave him the time and distance he needed to think and plan.

  Chapter 3

  Lisa Hall entered her office and sighed; on her desk was a pile of paper work she had to do. She knew she deserved better than what was staring her in the face. It had not been her plan to work in an archaically run establishment like Johnson and Co, that preferred a paper system rather than having everything digitized. She had suggested helping the company migrate their records with the help of some interns into a digital system, but Mr. Johnson seemed to be stuck in the seventies. He didn’t understand what all the beeps and screens were all about, and he was not willing to understand.