by Tiana Laveen
“When we… fuuuck.” He bit into his lower lip, his eyes narrowing on her.
Step by slow step, he approached her, sat on the side of the bed, and opened a clear drawer in his nightstand that looked like two large ice cubes on top of each other. All of his bedroom furniture was black or clear. He enjoyed the contrast, found it masculine, and it appealed to him in ways he couldn’t quite describe. After selecting a box of unopened Magnum condoms, a bottle of lube, a small black hand towel and a larger one, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe.
“Rise up, baby. Lift your ass.” He flipped the sheets off her and tapped her hip, giving direction. He noticed the small sliver of black hair along her pussy and her pierced navel—so enticing. When she lifted her ass up, he slid the large towel under her, spread it out, and pushed her back down with one hand, while turning on the fireplace with the other. The sudden orange rays of light from the hearth shone in her eyes. Crawling on all fours, he settled between her thighs, noting how her breathing got more intense as her excitement mounted. Propping her head against the headboard, her lips ever so slightly parted, she looked more irresistible than ever. The music flowed, the candles shimmered, and he couldn’t wait to savor her flavor…
“Are you ready?” he asked with a smirk.
She nodded, but seemed in a trance. He liked that… she was overwhelmed. Puuuurfect.
He reached under her to cup her soft ass cheeks, giving a gentle squeeze. Layering kisses all over her stomach and inner thighs, he went slow and easy, teasing, torturing her with the sweetest of pecks. Every now and again he looked up into her eyes, and they fluttered far too many times to count. She looked… sexually frustrated. He grinned.
Pleased that the tables had turned in the correct direction, Lazarist took his seat at the throne, once again in his rightful place—the driver’s seat, and her ass was riding shotgun. He slid his hands further up and around the curves to her hips and thighs. He closed his eyes and inhaled deep…
She smells delectable… clean… feminine… but like a pussy should. No flowery douches and powders… just the true scent of a woman… beautiful.
Nudging her pussy lips open with a wiggle of his chin, he caught her eye. Her stomach rose and fell faster and faster and he could see her visibly swallow. With hooded eyes, he rested the tip of his tongue against her slit as if to begin… but didn’t move.
She wiggled to the left, then to the right, trying to force his mouth to glide and slide against her flora, as if trying to make a machine on the fritz finally work. He chuckled at her frustration and her helplessness intrigued him.
“You’re an ass!” she hissed, the prey now begging to be devoured.
Ohhh, look how far we’ve fallen from the Sky…
“Ask me for it…” He slid his tongue slowly up and down her zone, then pulled away.
Her eyes widened as she fisted the sheets, then she swallowed once more.
“Eat it.”
“Use those nasty words you used when you cursed me out the other day… say the word… say pussy.”
“Eat… eat my pussy,” she uttered, her chest now rising even faster.
“Say please…”
If looks could kill…
Her eyes turned to slits as she grimaced.
“Please!”
“That didn’t sound too convincing, Sky. Tell me how much you want me to eat your fuckin’ pussy! Make me want to tongue fuck this shit until I swallow every drop of you! Now fuckin’ say it!”
“Eat my pussy you conceited, controlling, egotistical son of a bitch!” At that, he roughly pulled her to him, and her scream echoed over the music as he jammed his tongue deep inside her. “FUCK! Oh God! Oh my God!”
Working his tongue like a cyclone, he strummed her clit with his thumb. He lifted her higher in the air, jamming her ass against his chest, and shoved her legs over his shoulders, draping them along his back like a cape. Her wetness was unmistakable… a lake grew between her thighs and threatened to transform into an all-out ocean.
“I love the way you ride my fuckin’ face! Fuck my face, sexy!”
Working his tongue all over her petals, he slowed down, then sped up, then put his skills on repeat. She gyrated her hips and moaned against him, her orgasm building and building… Oh, how beautifully helpless she looked, caught in his snare. Gently placing her back down on the towel, he reached into the drawer once again and retrieved a vibrating ring and slid it along his tongue. She looked at him in bewilderment.
“What’s that?”
Without answering, he lay on his stomach between her thighs, lifted her legs once again, and ran his tongue all over her clit.
“OH, SHIT!” She screamed as her back arched. Sliding his finger inside her, he gently tongue fucked her while massaging and teasing her clit. The vibration from the ring buzzed against his mouth and his working fingers. She cursed and cried out. The woman was done for…
Target: Identified. Disarmed. Captured.
In no time flat, she was trembling and screaming, her orgasm tearing her apart. Clear nectar poured out of her pussy so fast, he could barely keep up. The big lion had bagged his prey, and soon they’d be mating…
He slid the vibrator ring off his tongue and set it on the nightstand, then pulled her up into his arms and French kissed her. Cradling her body with his, arms wrapped around her, he sat cross-legged, his thighs framing her temple. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, still quivering, still beautifully falling apart. Slipping his hand between them, he played gently with her slick zone. His digits were immediately baptized for she was still cumming, her pussy pooling all over the place with only the towel to soak it up.
She ran trembling hands through his mane, and he so relished her touch, uncaring that she messed it up. All he wanted was to feel her, to let go and immerse himself in the world of this amazing woman. Nothing else mattered but how she made him feel. How she challenged everything he believed by just being there.
By being there … with him.
When she pulled away, he grabbed her wrist and kissed her fingers… and drowned into her achingly beautiful brown eyes, feeling as if he could look right inside her soul. That pure, kind, compassionate and deep soul.
Something was happening, a deep connection forming, and there was no turning back. He’d waited for her for what felt like an eternity, but it wasn’t just that; it shocked him to think the sex had become far less important than he could ever have imagined. Their bodies and minds seemed to crave one another in the worst way, but it was their souls that were running the show.
Running his hands up and down her back, he soothed her while simultaneously rocking his body against hers, pushing her hips up and down, forcing her to slide against his nature. He sighed, his breath hitching when she snaked her arm between them and reached for his cock, as if aiming to get a cookie in a jar. A delicate, soft hand slid against the slick slit, moistened with precum from his excitement. His heart beat all the faster when she shifted and lay on her stomach before him, as if he were some altar, and caressed his cock with both hands. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Ohhhh, baby… your dick is so big… Let me taste it…”
Before he could respond, she slipped him inside her mouth, her cheeks stretched wide as she took half of him in. He shuddered at her oral prowess, the slurping of her mouth, and the way she looked up at him. That could have well been the beginning of his undoing.
Rocking his pelvis faster, he fucked her mouth and gripped the back of her head, forcing her further down. She cradled his balls with one hand and gripped the base of his dick with the other, her mouth receiving more of him as her head bobbed in record speed.
“Your cock tastes so good, Lazarist! Mmmm!” she cried, popping him out of her mouth for a moment. Hot wetness soon consumed him again as she relentlessly delivered premium dome.
He gasped for air and his eyes rolled as his nuts tightened in her palm. She rose for a spell, the head of his cock resting on her lower lip, throbb
ing with need. He smiled down at her and yanked her up in his arms, causing her to squeal with delight. Placing her on her back, he reached over and snatched a condom out the box. After tearing it open and placing the ripped wrapper on the nightstand, he sheathed himself. Travelling down her body, he administered butterfly kisses and let his hand roam all along the beautiful canvas of her flesh. Flicking his tongue against her swollen pussy, she sighed until she became complete putty in his hands. He finished her off with a kiss along her hipbone, then travelled back up until he reached her lips and crushed them in a kiss. Long, warm arms wrapped around his torso as he gripped his dick and guided the generous head inside her soft walls. She moaned loudly, her mouth open, a look of angst and delight spread across her face.
“Oh baby… please… please!”
Her brows bunched as an expression of weakness crossed her face. He dispensed more of his hungry dick within her tight, wet walls, needing to feel her more than she could ever know. He paused, then slammed hard inside of her and remained still for several moments.
Let that shit sink in…
She gaped, speechless… and he said nothing either, for no words were needed. Lying on top of her, he pressed her down with his weight as he administered slow, deep thrusts.
“Oh my God…” Her voice quaked like she was on the verge of tears, but he knew that was just the slow, wonderful climb to another climax. He was hellbent on making her cum not once, but several times, for anything less would be uncivilized.
“Do you like how I feel inside you, baby?” He kissed her neck as he rocked his cock in and out of her.
“Yes!” She ran her fingers all along his shoulders, as if needing to ensure he stayed put.
Don’t worry, baby… I’m not going any damn where…
He slowly slid out of her, and her neediness showed in her eyes.
“Get off the bed and stand at the foot of it, facing it, okay?”
She quickly did as he instructed. He stood directly behind her, his groin pressed into her ass. He then pushed her down onto the bed, making her bend at the waist, until her face and breasts hit the sheets. Grasping her by the hips, he guided himself within her. This time, he wouldn’t pause. She would feel every fucking inch of him…
“You’re going to split me open… doggie style with a cock that big? Shit! And you fuck hard… so damn hard.” She shook in his arms and reached back, grabbing his wrist. Her shiny, black painted nails sank in his flesh, the sting feeling oh so good.
“Never that, sweetheart. Now why would I want to destroy someone I want to keep fucking until the end of time, huh? I need this pussy to stay in tip top shape! I’m gonna rough it up… bring it to the brink of death… but I promise not to kill it… just yet.”
He groaned as he pumped hard within her. Her screams were shrill and intoxicating. Her pleasure drove him mad!
I knew she was a fucking screamer! All that backtalk and lip… Damn, it feels good to be so right…
“And when it cums to doggie style, baby, I’m always right behind you!”
She screamed out impossibly louder when he thrust hard and deep, wrapping his arms around her waist and squeezing tight. She dug deeper into his arms, drawing blood, drawing moans, drawing life and death and all the stars in the sky. He lifted her legs off the ground and put them in position like a wheel barrel. Shallow thrusts, followed by scream-inducing ones, sent her on her way…
Beautiful, toned, brown thighs coated with her elixir. She dripped all over the place, making a gorgeous mess of his sheets and floor.
“Such disarray, baby! So untidy! I love it! I wanted you so bad, Sky! So fucking bad! You feel better than I ever imagined… God, your pussy is addictive! You owe me!”
He went harder within her and groaned, sweat dribbling down his hairy tattoo-covered chest. The slapping of his nuts against her swollen cunt echoed over the music of Bando Jonez as he sang, ‘Sex You’.
Placing her flat against the bed, her legs sticking straight out, he lay on top of her back, pressing her down, ensuring she had nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. Wrapping one hand around her waist, he guided himself deeper within, pumping against her beautiful ass. She sighed and purred like a kitten, then her right leg shook as if she were having a seizure.
“You were sooooo worth the wait, sweetness…”
His chest tightened; his world spun slower until time stood still. Her cumming was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He needed her orgasm as much as she did for he was hooked on giving her pleasure… he needed her to want him… want him completely. He held his own orgasm at bay, though it was becoming increasingly harder.
The woman’s scent was all over him, hanging in the air, lovely and feminine, turning him on in the most primitive of ways. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glossy with want. Slowly caressing her back with his fingertips, he curled his hand beneath her and strummed her clitoris as he pumped his cock inside her light and easy. The woman shivered like he’d never seen before, cumming again and again. When she’d settled, he carted her back onto the center of the bed. Lying down, they both breathed hard, staring at the ceiling for a spell. He looked over at her.
“Ride me… get on top.”
He gripped his dick and caressed it, waiting for her to mount him, perform magic and make him disappear. Without hesitation, she straddled him, cooing and gritting her teeth along the way as she slowly slid down his eager cock.
He prided himself on his dick—the ladies loved it and best of all, he knew how to use the damn thing. He needed to hear Sky moan, scream, yell, bite, draw blood from his flesh… He needed to feel the juice from her pussy trickle down his eager cock and see her fat, glistening pussy lips as he drove himself in and out of her. He needed to smell her store bought fragrance and pussy scent blend together and create its own unique, lovely perfume. He needed to feel her heartbeat against his as he soothed her from another earth-shattering orgasm… one he was more than proud to claim as the reason for her smile and joyful emotions.
She began to slowly bounce up and down on him, her palms resting on his chest as she looked into his eyes. He pumped up while she came down, their feelings for one another releasing, turning loose…
In that moment, his hardness became limber… his coldness warmed… his distance disappeared. The way she looked at him brought his inner beast to its goddamn knees…
Old feelings raced within him, ones he hadn’t felt in so long, he’d almost convinced himself they were a mere fluke or had been a figment of his imagination…
Love.
The look in her eyes was unmistakable. Women had fallen in love with him despite him warning them not to, though he rarely loved them back. That hadn’t always been the case; he used to fall in love with the greatest of ease… but he needed to protect himself, so he built a wall. He often had strong connections, enjoyment, and liked quite a few of his lovers very much, but love? That had only been reserved for a limited number in his adult years. He’d turned the emotion off… controlled it… because it was too damn painful to just be himself. The real him didn’t get the respect he deserved. The real him was taken advantage of and lied to. No, it had to stop. He had to reign like the lion he was and come down hard… He had to earn his stripes and rule with a hard, sharpened claw. But it was draining… so taxing… never how he truly wished to be…
He loved too hard, naturally…
He’d give his life for the undeserving, too willingly…
If you never fall in love, you can’t get hurt… but if I never fall in love again, I STILL hurt…
Could he finally break his own rules and allow this woman into his heart?
He groaned, a loud sound, then gripped her tight and rolled her onto her stomach to mount her from behind.
He was now an enraged animal, a monster looking down at the one who caused him so much distress, he couldn’t see straight! She captivated him, made him change his way of thinking on several issues. She’d danced into his life, ripped his h
eart out of his chest, then teased him. She’d won…
She’d stolen the crown right off his fucking head while he was wide awake…
She screamed out as he jammed his cock deep inside her, his anger at her and love for her blending together…
“LAZARIST! SHIT!” She reached behind herself, pressing her hand onto his thigh, trying to push him away.
“Fuck! I hate what you’ve made me do, Sky! You told me this was going to happen, but I didn’t believe you. I didn’t want this… but it’s too late!”
She gave him a strange look, then let her hand fall away as he manhandled her pussy. Her body violently jerked beneath him.
“Baby, I’m in love with you…” The words escaped his lips before he could stop himself.
He exploded then, his orgasm making his brain swell and his heart skip several beats. He yelled and beat his fist against the bed as he jerked about, squeezing her to him so she could never escape, never get away. She clawed at the bed, her hair a wild, tangled mess, which somehow made even more beautiful. His dick kept releasing, the condom undoubtedly filled to the brim with copious cum. His head spun, and he saw stars as the energy drained from him and his body rested on her, his dick throbbing inside her lovely walls. Breathing hard, he managed to caress her arm, soothing her. Perhaps it was an apology of sorts for roughing up her pussy as he climaxed, but he simply wasn’t able to help himself…
Leaving her, he wobbled to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, fighting laughter and tears simultaneously.
Oh, the humiliation.
He just needed a moment alone… a moment to collect his thoughts. She was quiet out there… oh so quiet… but he could have sworn he heard her giggle. Perhaps it was all in his mind…
“Fuck! Shit! I feel like a fucking fool!”
He angrily turned the faucet on. When the water burst free he thrust his tattooed hands in the stream and splashed water on his sweaty face.
“What if she doesn’t feel that way about me, too? Then I’m right back at square one! I told myself I would never let this happen again. First Charity, then Mimi, now Sky! Fuck!”
