by Amy Brent
They separated long enough for her to tell him that all she wanted was one night. “I have no allusions of putting a ring on it. I know about your womanizing ways. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be. This is my chance to live out one of my fantasies and I don’t think people get that chance very often. When it happens, you don’t just think about doing it. You grab it tightly like I’m doing with you and make sure that that opportunity is not wasted.” His fingers were lingering along the jersey. He pulled it free and then lifted it over her head to expose her very ripe melons.
“Damn…I love it when they are natural like you are. The fake ones don’t feel right and they certainly don’t look right. Yours is a marvel of nature at its best.” He was a little spellbound. His lips were dry and he reached for the bottle of champagne. He took a long drawn out swig. He didn’t even bother pouring it into a cup and then he got this delicious idea. He raised the bottle and poured it over her chest, hearing her gasp with the impact of the cold hitting her skin.
“I do like how your nasty mind works, Payton.” She squirmed in his lap, feeling the solid formation of his cock raising its ugly head. She was about to reach for said zipper, but he shocked her with adding the component of his heated mouth. Her nipple was awash with the champagne and now he was following it with the tip of his tongue. “I knew that you were going to be something else, but I didn’t think that I was going to be dealing with an uncaged animal.” The lips below were already waiting for him, but it was her mouth that was thirsty for the chance to taste him.
He easily lifted her diminutive frame, until she was standing with his hands holding onto her hot ass. He was moving in for a closer look. He peeled her panties off and let them hang by her ankles, until she stepped out of them and allowed him to lift them to his eager face. He inhaled her scent, smelled her sexual excitement and then stuck his tongue into the center to taste what was there.
Chapter three
“I think that I should start with making you feel happy. It has always been my personal belief that if a man can master the oral that women will do practically anything he wants.” She had her hands on his shoulders and he could feel her long fingernails digging into his skin. His shirt was open. For the first time, he had no idea how she had done that without him noticing. “You look absolutely delicious and I’m one man that is famished.” He once again drank from the liquid encouragement and then allowed her to do the same thing.
“I have to warn you that champagne goes to my head. I get a little crazy.” She had always been the kind of girl that would dance on the tabletop and do those crazy things that you would see young nubile bodies doing on spring break. She was always the first to volunteer her services for the wet tee shirt contest.
“That’s very good to know, Josie.” They had a moment to converse, but they really didn’t know anything more than their first names. It was enough and their bodies were now doing the talking for them. “I think that I have made you wait long enough. I told you that I was hungry, but it has nothing to do with food.” He wasn’t going to throw away the opportunity to have this young piece.
“Don’t just say what you’re going to do and just… DOOOOOOOO.” Her voice rose considerably and she bit into her tongue to make sure that those on the outside didn’t hear her. She felt something cold and knew from what he had already done that he was duplicating the action down below. The jarring sensation tickled her clit and then he compounded the issue with his hot mouth enveloping that tiny little nub.
Payton looked up and saw this woman with her eyes half closed and knew that it was only a matter of time before he sank every single inch into her more than willing body. He needed to pave the way and the only way that he knew how to do that was with his fingers. He peeled open the petals of her sex, seeing that she was wet to the touch and finding that her nectar was from the gods themselves. He had his fair share of going down on women, but Josie had a certain flavor that was better than all the others.
Payton had become obsessed and became like a ravenous animal that had its leash taken off. His tongue was invading her personal space. He had his hands on her ass keeping her plastered against his mouth and the eagerness of his fingers stirring up her libido. He had to admit that it was doing wonders for his. His hardness was literally drumming to its own beat inside his pants. He liked having her this way and knowing that those on the other side were oblivious to what was going on behind closed doors. The music was loud and anything that they did inside this room would be masked by the crowd getting into the beat at the time.
He slapped her cheeks and heard the echo of the crack like music to his ears. He did that a few times. He heard her gasp with a certain pleasure that came with a mixture of pain. He had three fingers deeply inside of her, enclosed by her heat and muscles that were now making him think about what it would feel like to plunge deep between her legs.
Josie had taken a page from his book, grabbing onto the bottle of champagne and downing half of it in one swallow. Things were getting crazy and there was no need for this to ever end. She wanted to take off her clothes and let him bend her to his will. It was going to get rough and she was going to make him do it right the first time. She was going to tell him what she liked and be damned the consequences of trying to lead him by the hand. “I want you to spin me around and then I will bend over and let you kiss my ass.” She felt his huge body move her around with ease, until she was standing once again, but with her ass up against his face. She bent at an angle and looked at where he was now holding her open and stabbing her repeatedly with the long angle of his tongue.
“I hope that you’re ready for my kind of tough love.” Payton had no regrets about his life. The millions that he was already getting from his contract with the sharks paled in comparison to his investment portfolio. He had billions and this was a secret that he had never revealed to any one. He really didn’t need the contract to be that lucrative, but he wasn’t about to roll over and play dead like some sort of dog. He allowed those that worked for him to work out the details. He would’ve probably accepted anything to play the sport that he loved, but his agent was dead set on making it something legendary.
The feel of his fingers slipping in and out of her was amazing. She wanted it to continue for, as long as possible. She was close to having that moment and watching his eager face and the way that he was enjoying himself was too much. She actually enjoyed watching him, more than she did feeling his fingers and it was the combination of both of those things that took her over the top. “I’m ready for it… God damn… I’ve been ready for it from the moment that I saw you from across the room.” Her legs were shaky with her knees knocking. It was a wonder that she didn’t just face plant into the glass coffee table in front of her.
Payton felt that she was close and it wouldn’t take much to make it happen. It came in the form of his tongue circling her clit and then pulling it with his teeth. He was grazing along its surface to get her to let out a banshee cry that could probably shatter glass.
Josie fell back against him with her ass against his face and her hands now holding onto the top of the sofa. She grinded in a circle, enjoying keeping him in his place, but it was the thumping member of his sex that caught her attention. She caught her second wind and then she bent over once more, but this time she traced the outline of his love stick with first her eyes and then with her nimble fingers. She opened the zipper and saw the bulge obscenely showing its girth. His excitement that was quite evident by the moisture that had spread with a stain at where the head was currently pressing up against the waistband.
Josie grabbed onto the bottle of champagne and poured herself another one from the long neck. She turned it towards his mouth and he opened like some sort of lap dog. His outstretched tongue caught the liquid and she watched, as a lot of it drizzled down over his well defined chest. The hairs were soaked in it and the rivers that followed made a beeline for his belt line.
“I think…that we should slow things do
wn a little.” She could almost hear the sigh of resignation. He didn’t like that she was putting the brakes on, but what he didn’t realize was that she was only teasing. “You can’t possibly think that I was serious. I’m too far gone to give a damn about anything, but my own pleasure and yours.” She flicked her fingernail at the split down the middle in his underwear. The red material separated and she caught her breath, as she got her first look at the product of what his mother gave him or maybe it was his father.
“I’m so glad that you said that, Josie. I thought that you were one of the many that balked at being with a real man. You scared me into thinking that you decided that you didn’t want any part of it. You don’t know how many times I’ve dealt with little girls, instead of real women that knew what they wanted and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” Her hair was dragging along his pant legs. He could see her upside down about to try a position that seemed a little difficult.
“You’re not the only one that has been famished. I’ve been looking for something delicious to eat and I believe that you might just have the kind of protein that I’m looking for.” She easily devoured half of that link of sausage, tickling the underside and that vein that seemed to be throbbing out of control. She drooled all the way down the length of it, paying particular attention to the heavy laden balls that were currently encased in that red fabric. She was no stranger to deepthroating a cock and she was about to show Payton that the other girls were not in her league.
“Whoa…what the hell…you did that without even blinking.” Payton was beside himself and he took that bottle of liquor and poured the cold substance on to his shaft and her tongue at the same time. She licked it up readily and greedily, moaning around his shaft and causing this vibration that made his balls boil with the hot semen within. “I think that I just might have found me somebody that can match my oversexed behavior.” He lifted his hips and pulled back with a sheen of her salvia making him shine with the glistening droplets left behind.
It wasn’t the first time that Josie had a man try to run away from her. She could be a little overwhelming, but that wasn’t going to stop her from having her man. She pushed him down and straddled him with his sex giving her a very interesting kiss. The wet sticky point of his instrument was tracing a line down her slit. She sank down his pole like a fireman going down to the rescue of some kitten in a tree.
The liquor was making things fuzzy, but she could vividly feel the love muscle being strangled by her pussy. She squeezed those muscles and made his eyes go wide with the implications of what she was trying to make happen.
“You really don’t think that you can make me cum on command. I think that I have a little bit more self control than that.” Holding her ass cheeks in the palm of his hands, he began to bounce her to the rhythm of his hips coming off the sofa and slamming into her over and over again. The smacking sound of their flesh caused them to kiss hotly, pulling at each other’s tongue and making this one of the most enticing and unpredictable moments of both of their lives.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Payton, but I can’t seem to get enough of you. I think that it has something to do with the fantasy and believe me the fantasy doesn’t even compare to reality. I never knew that you had this kind of equipment and I certainly didn’t know that you knew how to use it the right way. Most guys think that just stroking into a woman is enough, but oral sex is exactly what you said it was. You master that and any woman will crawl over broken glass to show you their appreciation.” She was leaving him breathless and raking down his chest with her fingernails had only made it more difficult on him.
“I don’t believe it. If you’re not careful, you’re going to leave me in pieces.” He was slightly worried that she was going to break the skin, but what he didn’t realize was that this was not her first rodeo. Riding a man to completion was an art form and one that she required complete concentration. “I can feel you working me over and I have no idea how you’re doing that. I don’t know, if I’m coming or going, but I got a feeling that you’re going to find out sooner than later.” The liquor was causing him to move with the motion of a man possessed by a woman that had turned me into a gibbering idiot.
He found his manhood by turning her over and placing her feet onto his shoulders. He looked down to see that they were joined at the hip and the feeling was indescribable. He pushed forward with his knees planted on the leather couch. He buried himself repeatedly and watched her face turn from mild amusement to orgasmic contortions. Her eyes were closed and she was throwing her head from side to side, while he appealed to her sexual nature.
They were already sweaty and it didn’t even occur to them that time meant absolutely nothing. In their inebriated state, they could continue to give, as good as they were getting. “I’ve been sick of the same old kind of sex. It’s boring. I need a real man that can take control…take control.” She licked her lips to find any kind of moisture, as she screamed and buried her teeth into his neck through the shirt that was hanging barely on his frame.
He could feel the motion of her sex going out of control. His knob was flared like that of a beast ready to let go. He tried to hold on, but then it became an effort just to keep going an inch at a time. He felt like they needed time, so he did the only thing that he could under the circumstances. He pulled free to see that he was on the edge. The color of his shaft had turned this angry purple and the knob looked like it was going to explode at any second. “I don’t want to ruin this and you deserve better than that. I can make this something more than what I have with other girls. I should just take you and fuck you, until I cum inside that sweet little hole of yours. For some reason I want to prolong that from happening. I want to enhance this experience and leave you with a lasting reminder of our time together.” He didn’t dare touch himself, or that would’ve been the last thing that he would ever do.
Josie was looking at him strangely and couldn’t quite believe that he had the forethought to pull away at the last second. She saw that it was throbbing and in need of some kind of relief, but he was denying himself that pleasure for the sake of making this last longer. She was tempted to grab it and to see it fire off like a cannon, but what she wanted most of all was for her idol to man up.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t just throw your hands up in defeat. This is my idea of celebrating and living my life. I think that it’s time that we hit the floor. We can do it like they do on the discovery channel.” She could see the confusion in his eyes, but that turned to elation, as she got into the position of the doggy style. She wiggled her butt and winked at him over her shoulder. She had her hands over the glass coffee table with her breasts pressing into the surface. Her nipples were squashed underneath her, but then she felt his hands touching her and then peeling away her resistance.
“Never let it be said that I don’t give the girl what she wants.” The scuffing of his knees on the wood underneath him was nothing. The liquor that was inducing this kind of reaction had also caused him to feel no pain. The only thing that he was worried about was how long he was going to last, as he buried himself and held still with the quivering lips now working him into a frenzy.
“I’m going to take it all night and I’m going to be the last one standing.” This was her personal dare to make him work his best and not phone it in for the sake of his own pleasure. “I just want it all and I’m not going to settle for second best. Put your hands on my ass and fuck me hard. Oh yeah…I can feel your shaft inside me. If I were to touch your balls at this precise moment, I doubt that you would be able to hold back.” Payton was paying homage to her body like no man had ever done before. She had fears that this night would be a dismal disappointment, but it wasn’t even close to that.
“I hope that you will remember…MEEEEEEE.” Payton was gritting his teeth and trying every trick in the book to stop himself from feeling that overload of stimulus. She gave him that wink and smile. Seeing her beautiful lips crimson was the one thing that made
him powerless. He had her wrapped around his finger from the moment that they met. He was the bad boy and he was determined to make her scream again.
It was the definition of her spine and the contour of the small of her back not to mention the soft cushion of her ass that had the desired effect. He was rock hard. He really didn’t believe that he had ever been this hard in his life. It was like all the blood from the rest of his body had now joined in on the action.
“You have the type of loving that I’ve been looking for all of my life, Payton. Give in to that need to fill me with your seed and make me feel every single spurt. I want it and there’s no way that you are going to hold on to something that belongs to me.” She came again and she had lost count of how many times she had rounded that mountain to the other side. She was splayed out there on top of the coffee table making quite the sight.
“Oh fuck it… I don’t think that I could hold back, even if I…wanted to…YESSSSSSS.” That creamy essence that he had been storing up had come out of him with an onrush that caught him by surprise. He grunted and moaned, digging his fingers into the pliant flesh of Josie’s ample exterior. She was not like any other woman. He figured that she was only more to handle. He had never been into bigger girls, but Josie was slowly changing his mind in a big way. She was irresistible and there was no way that he could stop himself from claiming her, as his own.
The liquor continued to flow and they found themselves acting out of character. Nobody could stop them from doing these insane things and most often than not, the people that saw them acting this way was only fueling the fire by encouraging them.
Chapter four
They both awoke on a heart shaped bed with red silk sheets draping them. She had her head on his chest and he was lying there completely satiated and unable to voice his pleasure. His mouth felt like he had cotton balls in it and then he slowly raised her enough that he was able to climb out from underneath her.
