by Dark Angel
“Handful is the right word, yes,” she says, and then lowers her voice. “But I do like to keep my hands full.” Fuck, she’s playing me like a fiddle. The moment she finishes speaking I’m already imagining her small fingers curled tight around my hard cock.
“Maybe I could help with that,” I find myself saying, unable to stop the words from leaving my mouth.
The food is sitting on the table between us, but I don’t even look at it; there’s just one thing I want to devour in this place, and it sure as hell isn’t a fucking croissant.
“Oh, are you making me a new offer?” she laughs, and the sound of her moans and screams of utter pleasure seem to flood my mind.
I gotta have her.
I don’t think I've ever wanted a woman this much…
Besides, most women just throw themselves at my feet. Destiny isn’t that kind of woman by a long shot.
I know that she’s fucking playing with me, but she’s doing it from a place of full confidence, not one of neediness. In fact, if there’s anyone needy, it’s gotta be me; I’m almost desperate to claim her pussy as mine.
But a flash of her eyes tells her she knows that I’m playing with her.
“No guy has lasted as long as you have sitting across from me and not given up,” Destiny says, as if reading my mind. “In case you were wondering.”
“I’m not most fucking guys, Destiny baby,” I say gruffly.
“I know that,” she replies, and then flashes her eyes and gives me a wicked grin. “Python.”
“I could make you all kind of offers, Destiny.” My heart is picking up the pace, and I already feel boiling blood making traveling between my legs. My cock is twitching again, and I figure that I've got two minutes before I’m wielding a fucking mallet for a cock.
“Do any of them involve working at your club?” Destiny asks. “I like the hot men you have there, but it’d take a lot for me to leave my club… Unless you have something really interesting going on in there,” she whispers, leaning in to me.
She stressed the last part of her sentence, but I have no clue what she’s talking about. Unless… No, there’s no way she knows what we do at Python behind closed doors.
“Of course there’s something really interesting there,” I flash her a quick smile, and then just lean back against the seat.
“You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you?” she chuckles, plucking one more strawberry and slowly biting into it. Forget about my cock twitching, I’m getting fucking hard now.
“You said it, not me. But if you really wanted, you could come and work for me. I could use someone like you.” Surprising me, she gets up from her seat. For a fraction of a second I think I said something and that she’s leaving, but she just walks up to me and places her hands on her hips.
“Sorry, Austin. You’ll never convince me to leave my club,” she says softly. “I mean, why would I do that?”
Now it’s her turn to grin at me, a burning wickedness flickering in her eyes. “I mean, Dirty Destiny is so much better than Python.” She’s at least as cocky as I am, I have to give her that.
But Dirty Destiny being better than Python? Jesus, now she’s just fucking crazy.
“You know, that fucking hurt,” I say to her. Don’t worry, doll. Destiny knows I’m fucking teasing her. She knows what kind of rodeo I run. “Your words, they’re... hard,” I tell her, and then she just leans and places her hand on my crotch, squeezing my half-hard cock.
We’re both silent as her hand squeezes my throbbing cock one more time. My brain is about to fucking explode.
“Not really. But it’s got potential,” she says.
Did she really just fucking say that?
Or did I just imagine it?
I take one deep breath and look down, and there’s her hand, her fingers curled around the hard shape under my pants.
Acting without fucking thinking, I go up to my feet.
Our faces are close, and it feels as if the air separating our mouths is electrified somehow. Leaning into her, I place my lips next to her ear.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper. “Explore that potential.”
She smiles.
Destiny
Well, I didn’t expect to end up in his apartment, that’s for sure. But it just seemed like the right thing to do, you know? Sure, Lester warned me all about Austin—how there’s more under the surface, how Python isn’t really what it seems to be. But I’m a grown girl, and I can take care of myself. And this is just sex, it’s not like I’m going to marry him.
“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” I ask Austin the moment we step inside his apartment, a devilish smile dawning on my lips. He doesn’t even show me around; he just pauses and, with a growl, runs his hand up my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He yanks my head back and, looking me straight in the eye, grins.
“That’s right,” he tells me, his grin widening with each of his words. “But so have you,” he continues, slowly leaning into me. He stops when there’s only one inch separating our lips and, as I try to close the distance, he yanks harder on my hair. Then, he finally crushes his mouth against mine, his full lips a perfect match.
Just one kiss, and he has already told me a lot about him. He wants control… He needs it. Even if I want the same things that he does, he wants to be the one in charge. Not because he wants to show off, or prove that he’s manly. It’s simply who he is, and I doubt that he knows how to live—and fuck—any other way. Maybe I’ll show him a thing or two… After all, I’m not known as the submissive type.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispers into my ear after slowly peeling his lips off of mine. “I know your type.”
“Do you?” I ask him, moving fast and taking my hand right to his crotch. I curl my fingers around the thick shape pushing against the fabric of his pants—hell, he’s really big, but he doesn’t even react. “You know nothing about me.”
“Oh, but I do. I know enough,” he whispers again, both his hands sliding down the side of my body and stopping right on my waist. He pushes me back until I hit the wall, all air leaving my lungs as I feel the solid surface against my body. One of his hands goes back to my hair, and he grabs it again, holding my head in place as he looks into my eyes. “I know that you don’t like to be dominated… That you prefer to dominate. But, babe, you’ve never met a man like me.”
“You sure know how to talk,” I tease him, staring at him in defiance. My fingers are still curled around his mast, and it pulses against my hand as I speak, sending a shiver up my spine. “But what I want... is to see what you can do.”
“I’m not sure if you can take it,” he says, his grin growing larger as the pressure of his fingers on my hair intensifies. “Because once I fuck you, you’ll be hooked.” I grin back at him, squinting my eyes in a challenge.
“Like I said… Talk’s cheap.” As if my words have struck a chord, he forces me to turn on my heels and pins me against the wall. I place both my hands on the wall for support, and he presses his body on mine in an instant, his muscular torso right against my back. I feel his hard pectorals, and… are those abs? God, I need to see what he’s hiding under that shirt of his. He looks good with clothes on, and I really can’t wait to see what he’s hiding under his clothes.
My eyelids droop as, leaning, he brushes his lips over the naked skin of my neck. His kisses are gentle, but under his gentleness there’s a coiled aggressiveness, an undertone of danger and adrenaline… I have to admit, I haven’t been this wet in a long time. And he has gotten me curious; how good can he be?
His hands go up to my shoulders, and his fingers find the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, tugging at the fabric until it folds over my chest and hangs limply around my waist. Using only one finger, he traces a straight line down from between my shoulders, his fingertip going over the ridges of my spine until it finds the place where both thong and skin meet. His fingers go sideways then, moving around my hips as he trace
s the contour of my thong. He’s taking his time, and he’s doing it deliberately; he’s teasing me, torturing me, waiting until I’m dying to have him… But I know the game he’s playing, and I’m not going to let him do it.
I thrust my hips back, pressing my ass against his crotch in one sudden movement. I purse my lips, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel his hard shape between my ass cheeks. How big is he? Ten, eleven inches…? No, it has to be twelve at least. And not only is he long, he’s thick as well, like a tall can of Coke. When I had my hand on his crotch, I could barely grab his cock with just one hand… I can’t begin to imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside of me. Now, I’m not an innocent girl; I’ve fucked so many men that I lost count, and some of them were truly big… But I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man like Austin. And, more important than having a massive cock, I’m starting to believe that he really knows how to use it. The way he’s touching my body, taking his time with maddening patience… He’s an experienced man, there’s no doubt about it.
I start to sway my hips, moving my body in waves and grinding against his cock. He keeps still, his fingers sliding over my skin as he lays slow kisses on my neck, and doesn’t match my movements. He’s trying to see if he can make me lose control; what he doesn’t know is that I can also make him lose control. I move my hips faster, pressing my ass hard against his cock, and I feel his shaft pulsing violently between my ass cheeks. He’s dying to fuck me; I can feel it.
“You’re a nasty one, aren’t you?” he asks me, his lips moving close to my ear.
“Why don’t you find out?” I shoot back, my eyes still closed as I savor the way his thickness pushes against my ass. He moves fast, and I gasp as he turns me around once, pinning me against the wall and crushing his mouth against mine. I lose myself in his kiss for a few seconds, my skin prickling as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. He’s a good kisser, and I can tell you that it isn’t that easy to find a man who knows how to kiss a woman. Most of them slobber all over you, and others are content with letting you lead them. But not Austin, no, he kisses me in such a way that my thong grows damp, the fabric sticking to my skin as I grow wetter.
“Now,” he starts, pulling me out of the trance I’m in, “on your knees.” His words hit me hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a snappy comeback. If this was any other man, I’d say, “no, you get on your knees,” but right now, my knees are buckling, and I find myself going down before I can do anything about it. “Good,” he whispers, and I reach for him with both my hands, moving almost unconsciously. I feel the leather on his belt, and I start unbuckling it, the metallic clink of the buckle sliding off sending a shiver up my spine.
My eyes widen as I see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I bite my bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. I want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory… But first I flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, my eyelids drooping as I feel it throbbing against me. Then, Austin lays both his hands on my head and I can’t help myself, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the back of my hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as I can, I reach for it and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. Remember when I told you that he had to be at least twelve inches long? Well, I was right. His cock isn’t big or huge… it’s massive, and it looks even more so with my small fingers wrapped around it.
“Like what you see?” he asks me, but I don’t even dare to look up at him. No, he’d see all the desire flickering in my eyes, the burning need to feel his gigantic cock inside of me… And I don’t want him to see how much I need it right now. I don’t want to hand him all control on a silver plate. If he wants that, he’s going to have to fight for it. I don’t give handouts.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” I tell him, finally looking up to meet his gaze. He grins at my words, his eyes narrowing into slits as he tangles his fingers in my hair.
“You’re a terrible liar, Destiny,” he whispers, and I realize that I’m not going to fool him. And why would I even try?
“I try, though.” With that, I start moving both my hands back and forth over his shaft, stroking him with soft movements. I let my eyes fall down to his cock once more, and my heart starts to gallop as I look at every inch of his manliness, my fingers wrapped tight around it. Forget about my pussy; I’m not even sure if I can fit him inside my mouth. But I’m more than willing to try, that’s for sure.
Leaning in, I part my lips and flick my tongue at his cock. I move my tongue in circles, running it around the tip of his cock as I let his manly flavor inundate me. I close my eyes and, before I even know what I’m doing, my lips are on his cock. I part them slowly, rolling them down Austin’s cock until his tip is inside my mouth, his precum coating my tongue.
Right now, my pussy is so wet that I feel my own fluids dripping down my inner thighs, and I’m just using my mouth on him! I don’t even remember when the last time was that I felt this insane when going down on a guy… Maybe when I lost my virginity? Even so, I doubt it; I’m not the kind of girl that gets carried away by every little thing. Especially if we’re talking about men, and let me tell you, I know men. Lots of them. I just don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like Austin.
I go further down, opening my mouth so wide that I feel my jaw tensing up, Austin’s shaft sliding down my tongue inch by slow inch. I only open my eyes when I think that I can’t go any further, and I realize that I’m still a long way from having all of him inside my mouth. And that… Well, that just can’t be. I’m going to show him that he has never met a woman like me, whatever it takes.
I look up and, the moment our gaze meets, I start pushing my head down and forcing his cock inside of me. This time, I only stop when I feel his cock pressing against the back of my throat and my lips brushing over the skin at the base of his cock. He groans slightly, a subtle grin on his lips as he watches me slide back out. Refusing to look away from him, I go down once more, except this time I don’t go slowly. No, I go down in one single movement, going all the way down him once more and then back again. He grits his teeth and, as he shuts his eyes, that’s when I look away.
I close my own eyes, and that’s when I start to bob my head back and forth as fast as I can. My hands are still on his shaft and, as I suck on him, I keep on stroking him at the same time. My mouth and my movements are working in tandem, and I can already feel him breathing hard; when I look up at him, he has his head thrown back, his eyes still closed.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I smile. Well, I would smile if I didn’t have a cock as large as his inside of my mouth right now. Still, I take my hands off of his shaft and, resting them on his waist, I push his pants and boxer briefs down, sending them to his ankles. My fingers slide up his legs and over the curve of his ass, and I can’t help but squeeze, his hard cheeks feeling as hard as concrete under the open palm of my hands. My pussy clenches as I imagine him using these cheeks of his to piston hard into me, his gigantic cock impaling me. “You sure know how to use that tight mouth…” Austin whispers, his eyes finally open as he looks down at me.
“You haven’t seen anything,” I respond, taking his cock out of my mouth. I press my lips against the side of his shaft and then I run them down until they brush against his balls. I cup them with one hand, feeling their weight (and, oh, they’re heavy) and then wrap my lips around the right one, sucking it into my mouth. It fills my mouth easily, and I push it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Wanting more, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck the other one in. I must be a pretty sight, right? Austin’s huge balls inside my mouth. When I pop them out of my mouth, they jump out with a wet sound and then I’m back to his shaft, running my lips up his length until I wrap them around his cock once more. I resume my bobbing motion, working him with my mouth furiously, but he grabs me by the hair harshly and pushes me back, forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.
“I thin
k you’ve had enough,” he grins at me, curling his fingers around my left wrist and pulling me up to my feet. Even when I’m standing, Austin towers over me, so I have to look up to meet his eyes.
“It’s never enough,” I tease him, placing both my hands on his chest and sliding my fingers over to the collar of his shirt.
“We can agree on that.” I bite my lower lip, still looking into his eyes, and start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button until his naked chest presents itself to me. My eyes widen as I see the hard lines of his muscles, two rows of perfect abs demanding all of my attention. I’ve been with fit and ripped guys, but this is something else entirely… Where a six-pack should be, Austin has eight salient and perfect pieces of muscle. His pectorals are hard and defined and, even though I can tell that the gym must be his second home—Python being the first—they look more like the result of an outdoorsy lifestyle than a product of a gym.
“You’re not going to drool, are you?” he asks me as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. I push the open shirt down his arms and then take a step back, only stopping when my back’s against the wall once more. Fuck, I think as I take in his naked body, he’s perfect. Okay, I need to keep my cool.
“You’re the one drooling,” I whisper, running my hands up my stomach and squeezing my breasts over the cups of my bra. Like a ferocious wild animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both my wrists, he lifts my arms up and pins me against the wall. He lays his mouth against my neck, but this time he doesn’t kiss me; instead, he bites, pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of endorphins. Christ, I’m so wet right now, all of me screaming for him…
My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he lets go of one arm, which I lace around his neck, and takes it to between my shoulder blades. His fingers land straight on the clasp of my bra and, with a snap from his fingers, he pulls it free. The cups droop lazily over my breasts, but he doesn’t want to wait; with his free hand, he grabs at the cups and rips them off of my body in one urgent motion. I gasp as I feel the fabric flying out, the cool air of his apartment lapping at my nipples and making them even harder.
