by Hannah Ford
It’s like I’m having real feelings for her. It’s as if I actually…I actually somehow care about her. But I don’t even know her.
This is insane.
Her body was so responsive to my touch, and as my hand slid from her hip up over her ribs and onto her ample breast, squeezing and sliding until I could pinch that big fat nipple between my fingertips.
Even over her shirt, I could feel it as clear as day.
She moaned, a soft sound that came from deep in her throat.
I pressed her back into the bookshelf. My cock was ready to explode, and we were still kissing, but the kiss was becoming mutually more intense and passionate.
Fuck me.
How could she appear so naïve and pure one moment and like a hellcat the next?
She threw her head back and I kissed down her neck, licking her skin, and she tasted like sweet sugar and I needed to suck her tits more than anything in the world right then.
I needed her body naked, my cock inside of her, I needed her crying out while I fucked her until she screamed.
But instead I stepped back and took a deep breath, watching her.
She was panting, her eyes wide, her lips moist.
“Take off your shirt,” I told her, feeling my voice come like a growl. I was shaking a little from the wanting.
“Take my?”
“Shirt. Off. Now.” I said it like a drill sergeant. Like I was her commander in chief.
She hesitated but then did as she was told, dropping her shirt to the floor, her skin gooseflesh as she looked down.
My pulse quickened as I saw that creamy alabaster skin and then that sheer bra holding her plentiful breasts in.
“Now the bra,” I said, practically whispering.
She quickly unclasped it from behind and then it slowly fell, drifting to the ground beside her shirt.
Now she was showing me her whole torso, and it was so good that I dove in, kissing her neck as I pressed my chest into hers. She was hot to the touch. I kissed up her neck and went for those thick lips again as my hands both slid up and cupped those tits, those perfect tits, one in each hand.
She moaned again.
I pulled back and we stared into each other’s eyes and I felt that shock.
The shock of knowing that there was truly something different about her, and that I was playing with fire.
CAELI
How was this happening right now?
I was standing in my apartment with my shirt off, a strange man kissing me and touching me, doing whatever he pleased.
And the worst part?
I liked it.
No, I didn’t just like it. I fucking loved it.
Zack Wild was playing with me as if I was nothing but a toy, and I couldn’t resist. More than that, I didn’t even want to resist. His body felt amazing, his hands knew how to touch me, and the strength of his body was like nothing I’d ever experienced before in my life.
I’d kissed a few boys, but I hadn’t ever felt a real man like this. Zack had some kind of knowledge, a confidence that came from experience. And the boys I’d kissed and let grope me in the back of cars and in basements while movies played on the TV and parents stomped overhead…they were so different from Zack that they might as well have been a different species.
They were truly boys. And even the one boyfriend I’d let take my virginity—it had been so unremarkable, so unlike what I’d hoped my first time could be.
But Zack was a man, and he was doing things to me that I didn’t know were possible, and I was frightened but exhilarated. I suddenly felt so alive, so much older and experienced, as if my body had merely been waiting for his touch to truly turn it on and heat it up.
My sex was wet, slick with need, open, throbbing already.
And I’d stripped for him.
He’d called me his little slut and even as my cheeks had turned bright red, my nipples had stiffened and I’d felt that urge in my belly.
Say it again.
Tell me everything.
Make me yours, I don’t care what it means.
The insanity of the restaurant, my irresponsible parents, my horrible relatives and the fight and the lying to the police—it was all erased.
This was all that mattered, right now.
Zack’s green eyes, his body pressed firmly against mine, as his strong hands wandered up my belly, chest, grabbing my bare breasts as he kissed me so tenderly and yet with so much passion.
Oh, God.
Could I come from just this—just his kiss, his touch on my skin?
My whole body was swimming, my center churning with spirals of ecstasy. If I didn’t bite down, I was going to climax right here and now and there was no stopping it.
Zack’s honey lips teased me, his tongue sliding in and penetrating my mouth and then he dipped back slightly, looking at me.
When we stared into one another’s eyes, it was like a trigger, an explosion.
I saw something in his gaze that shocked and stunned me.
Caring.
Deep and utter longing.
How could this be possible when he didn’t even know me?
It couldn’t be and yet in that moment, I was absolutely certain that he cared about me in a way that no one ever had.
“Let me suck on those perfect fucking tits,” he said, his voice gravelly.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned, as his soft tongue flicked my erect nipple. He grinned, flicking it again and again before moving in to suck and lick and suck my nipple until my knees locked together and I fought off the first wave of an orgasm.
My entire body clenched, fighting not to come and be humiliated by my own inexperience.
He glanced up at me as if he knew exactly what was happening.
“Don’t fight it,” he said, and then he moved to suck my other breast, as his hands massaged my tits, his palms firm on my skin.
My nipples were wet, shining and swollen from his attention. He pulled back and examined them, his fingers squeezing until I cried out from the intensity of it all.
And then Zack had taken off his coat and pulled his own shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor.
I stared incredulously at his body—the sheer muscularity of him, his huge chest, his taught shoulders and chiseled abs.
He was like something out of a cartoon, a man who looked like a superhero.
He wore tattoos on his chest and shoulder. On his shoulder was an American flag that appeared to be rippling in the breeze in black and white, while another tattoo covering his left pectoral was a rifle with a helmet hanging atop the barrel of the gun. And yet another on his right pectoral was of an eagle carrying a tombstone in its talons. On the tombstone, the word Kabul was etched.
I didn’t know what any of it meant.
I just knew that it was sexy, hot, and mysterious.
“Like what you see?” he asked, a tiny smirk playing on his gorgeous lips as he bared himself in front of me, standing there for me to scrutinize.
“You have a lot of tattoos,” I said, flustered.
“These aren’t tattoos, they’re memories,” he said. “This way I don’t have to keep them in my head anymore.”
“Memories of what?”
He pushed forward again, grabbing my hips, his muscular bare torso flinching toward me. “I don’t want to talk anymore, Caeli.” His eyes bore into mine. “I’m tired of talking and thinking.”
I swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” I said, hardly able to speak, my heart was pounding so fast now.
“Good, so we understand each other.” And then his lips were on mine again and his hands were roaming freely over my body, my breasts, sliding down to pull off my work pants.
Before I knew it, I was naked but for my panties, which were soaked through from the excitement of him. He pushed his hips against me, and I arched into him, feeling the bulge of his hardness pressing into my pussy.
I could tell he was big, even though he was still wearing his pants.
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p; But Zack was quick to rectify the situation, still kissing me as he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and then slid them down his legs, stepping out.
Now we were both in nothing but our underwear, Zack in his white boxers, me wearing my black panties, and I knew it was wrong and crazy to do this.
He was a complete stranger whom I knew almost nothing about—and what I did know was not exactly comforting.
I’d seen him beat three men half to death in front of me.
He had strange tattoos that spoke of a violent past.
He’d followed me to my home and now he was pretty much naked with me in my apartment after hardly telling me anything about himself.
I knew his name and not much else.
But I knew that I wanted him too badly to tell him to stop. The truth was that I didn’t really want him to stop, and if he had tried, I’d have begged him to stay and fuck me.
He was the sexiest man I’d ever met, and even one night with him seemed worth whatever would come as a result of it.
Zack kissed down my neck, sucked my sensitive nipples again, and then he started to kiss down my belly, lingering just below my belly button as I closed my eyes, shivering with each caress of his lips and tongue on my skin.
He kissed down further, until he was nibbling at the edge of my panties, just above the crescent of my sex.
Zack’s strong hands grasped my thighs now, sliding around to my buttocks.
Soon, his mouth was open, breathing against my slit, and I could feel the heat of his breath on me even through my panties.
It was like there was nothing between us.
I gasped, as he made contact with my pussy, his mouth kissing my throbbing mound, and he was licking and sucking me through the sheer fabric of my panties.
“Fuck, just take them off,” I begged. “I want to come.”
“You’re going to come,” he said. “I’m going to suck that fucking clit of yours and you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
That wouldn’t take much, I thought, considering all of my past orgasms had been achieved in solitary fashion and I hadn’t even conjured a fantasy as hot as this before.
But there was no need for Zack to know how completely naïve I was to this situation.
It was enough to just have him here now, doing whatever he wanted to me.
Tonight, I was surrendered to him.
Slowly, slowly, he slid my panties down, revealing my sex, shaved and glistening with excitement. I looked down, watching his intent expression as he took his time with me.
The anticipation was building in my stomach, my lower region, and I felt my legs tremble explosively. I couldn’t take it.
This was almost too much to bear, bordering on a kind of twisted torture. It was almost painful to be so close, to be so powerfully attracted and waiting to climax, while he teased and teased until I could hardly stand it.
His hands gripped my bare buttocks more firmly as my panties slid down my thighs and finally fell to the floor around my ankles.
“Now you’re mine,” he whispered, his lips almost touching my bare pussy.
I grabbed his head, felt the bristliness of his shaven scalp as he finally began licking and kissing my mound, his lips like hot magic.
“I’m coming, Zack—oh God. Oh fuck!” I shouted, surprised by the intensity of the orgasm that rocked me, pulsing like a bomb detonating in my center.
My eyes rolled back and I shouted, moaning, shaking, completely losing control. He continued sucking me, his tongue sliding in at the apex of my climax, causing me to instantly come again.
A shockwave of orgasms hit me, like dominoes tumbling one into the other.
I swore again, felt sweat breaking out everywhere on my body, heat racing through me.
I came again and again as he sucked my pussy with his perfect mouth and that tongue, stroking me, enticing me, fucking me perfectly as I cried out.
When the last ripple passed through me, I opened my eyes.
Zack rose to his feet, the hunger in his eyes completely clear now, almost frightening in his determination to take me. “Turn around, put your hands on the wall. I’m going to fuck you from behind now, get in that tight wet pussy of yours. Understand?”
I nodded, doing as he told me, placing my palms on the wall.
I looked over shoulder as he slid his boxers down, revealing a cock so stiff and huge that I thought at first I was seeing things.
“Oh, shit, you’re too big,” I said.
“I promise you can handle it,” he said. “Just relax.”
“Fuck,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s so huge.”
“Hold on.” He reached down and I heard him unwrapping a condom. And then I turned, caught him sliding the condom over his enormous shaft.
Well, at least he practices safe sex.
Something in me was just slightly disappointed. I realized that I would gladly of let this stranger fuck me without a condom, would have let him come inside me, because I was not thinking clearly.
All I wanted was his body, his cock inside me—fucking me.
I wanted him at all costs, without regard to my own safety or health or sanity.
Shit, this man is bad news.
How many woman has he fucked like this?
And then he was sliding the head of his cock between my thighs, the tip pushing into the opening of my slit.
His hands grabbed my hips firmly as he worked his way slowly into my opening.
I clenched anxiously as I felt his girth.
“You’re so wet for me,” he soothed, his hips rocking slowly forward, his monstrosity further pushing into my crevasse as he surged.
There was pressure and some discomfort momentarily, mostly caused by my mounting panic as I sensed just how big he was compared to my entrance.
“I don’t know…” I moaned.
“I’m going to make you come so hard if you just trust me, baby.” His hands slid to my ass cheeks and gave a playful spank that stung but felt good, too.
“Okay,” I said, nodding. “I’m ready.”
“Good,” he said, and then he thrust his hips into me, banging into my backside as his entire shaft slid deeply home and into place.
I wasn’t ready for it, and yet, suddenly I realized that he was all the way in and I was actually taking him, I was in fact capable of encompassing his enormous shaft.
Instantly, a flood of wetness drenched us both as I gushed, and now he was easily sliding in and out of my pussy, fucking me against the wall, my hands pressing as I pushed backwards against him.
Now there was just the sound of his hips slapping mine rhythmically, skin on skin, as his hand wandered up and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he spanked my ass with his other hand.
“God, you are so tight on my dick,” he growled.
“Oh, shit,” I cried out, because now it had gone from slightly scary and painful to completely hot and pleasure filled.
He was stroking me deeper than anyone, deeper than I’d thought possible, and he was skilled too, hitting me in all the right places, knowing me better than I knew myself.
As I got closer to coming again, he pulled me upright and his hands wrapped around my breasts, grasping them and squeezing tightly, as he fucked me.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I was getting closer, my eyes rolling back and I was losing control yet again.
And then I came hard, crying out like I was in pain except I wasn’t in any pain at all—to the contrary, this was the best I’d ever felt.
Zack is fucking my pussy so good and I’m coming and oh God, oh God, just fuck me forever…you are everything to me. I need you.
I need you.
“Oh, fuck, I need you now baby,” I cried out to him. My hand reached back and caressed his cheek as he leaned towards me.
The gesture was somehow more intimate than I’d realized, and I saw that he was even surprised by it.
It was as if we’d made love many times be
fore, and we were in love and knew every moment, every word, every gesture that the other person would make.
Confused, I pulled back, and now he was coming too, thrusting into me, groaning, his huge cock pulsing over and over as he shot his load—and damn, I wished he’d had no condom because I wanted him coming inside me so badly.
But I could never admit that, because this whole thing was so wrong, so crazy, so wild…nobody would ever know it happened.
This was one night and now it was ending.
He shuddered a few times, still inside me, still holding me, his breath hot against my ear. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered back.
Again, the strange surge of intimacy, of our voices speaking to one another in that completely vulnerable way as if we’d always known each other.
Finally, he withdrew, stepped away from me.
I felt empty and a little sad.
“I’m going to use the bathroom quickly,” he said.
“Sure,” I nodded, reaching down and grabbing my clothes.
I felt like covering myself, like I needed to put armor on, pretend that the intimacy, the feelings of caring and need hadn’t been real, hadn’t happened.
Because it was going to hurt to lose it all as quickly as I’d found it.
ZACK
I splashed cold water on my face, looked at myself in the mirror.
“Get control of yourself, soldier. You’re weak. Weak.” I made a fist, wanting to smash the glass momentarily.
Fuck.
For a moment, a surge of rage went through me. I was catching feelings over some random girl I’d only just met. What the hell was wrong with me?
I knew what I needed to do. Get dressed. Get the fuck out of Dodge.
Forget the girl, forget her name, her face…
Forget what it felt like when you slid into her, when she gripped you so tight that you felt like you were going to explode. Forget the way her body felt against yours, her lips, the look in her wide eyes…
Christ.
I shook my head and pulled on my clothes, trying not to let my mind get the best of me. I closed my eyes and stood in the bathroom, taking some deep, calming breaths.
When you open the door, just leave and walk right out and don’t look back. Don’t make conversation, nothing.
