by Taylor Lee
“Much as I hate to see them go, belle femme dulce, we need to take off these outrageous drawers or how can I suck on your pussy?”
She jerked away, startled.
“Oh, God. No, no, Bai, no. I don’t think you’re supposed to do that. I don’t think that is a good idea.” Her voice was frantic.
He couldn’t hide his smile.
“Let me show you why I think it is precisely what I am supposed to do and why I know you will discover it is an excellent idea.”
She stiffened when he pulled her drawers down and slipped them off her feet, pausing to nibble on her toes. She resisted when he nudged her legs apart, but he pushed them open gently and bent her knees.
She tried to wriggle away. He reveled in her nervousness, as much as her wary trust. Deep inside, his possessive, dominant need for control unfurled. His cock throbbed, his balls ached. He held her hands above her head against the floor and eased her knees farther apart. Moving up between her thighs, he smiled at the red-gold nest of soft springy hair covering her mound. Feeling her resistance, with his free hand he stroked her cheek and then gently pinched the corner of her mouth, his eyes bright with desire.
“Ah, cherie. Remember what it felt like when I sucked on your nipples, licked them, bit them? Yes? How your beautiful hot body went wild with my fingers, my mouth? Oui?”
She nodded, but her lips trembled and her eyes were wide and anxious.
“Now, ma petite fille, I want to touch you in other sensitive places, places made especially for lovers, oui, mon amour? Will you let me do that? Let me show you all the sexy places on your body, that feel so good, oui, cherie? Will you let me love you, Elena?”
She swallowed nervously, then smiled faintly and nodded.
“Elena, spread your legs.” His voice was soft, commanding.
She gasped, and then moved her legs slightly apart.
“Mm hmm. Wider, cherie, wider. Oui, like that.”
He wedged his shoulders between her knees then leaned down and buried his face in the fragrant hair shielding her pussy. Before she could pull back, he licked her slit from top to bottom, then back again in a long probing swipe.
She cried out, a wild cry. “Oh, my God! Dear God in heaven. What are you doing? Bai, Oh, oh…” She tried to twist away, to push him away. “Oh, God, you… shouldn’t… mustn’t… Bai… Oh, my God!”
“Non, non, Elena, mon amour. Don’t think. Just feel. This is where I want to be, where you want me to be.” He gently separated her trembling legs and pulled her hips up closer to him.
“Oh, my God, Bai, I don’t know if you should… oh, God…”
His grip was solid, unyielding. He eased her shuddering body back to the floor keeping her legs spread open, her crotch available. “Ah, oui, petite amie, let me look at you. Like that. Oui, here, fillette, let me spread your legs like this so that I can see you. Ah, oui! That is the way. Mmm, what a good girl you are, une si bonne fille! You think you should push me away, oui? Pull back? But instead you pull me closer and open your legs even wider. Mmm, oui! Mon Dieu, such a good girl!”
He rocked back on his heels. He held her knees apart and gazed down at her his eyes gleaming with lust. With expert fingers, he separated her outer labia astonished that her soft folds were already drenched with sweet juices. She gasped and tried to clamp her knees together.
“Non, non, Elena. I want to look at you, je tiens à vous examiner, examine you – here in your most private places. Do you see how hungry I am for you? Oui, bebe?”
She stole a glance at him, then blushed and moaned helplessly, her eyes glazed with desire.
He smiled at her and shook his head in wonder. “I wish you could see how lovely you are. Mm hmm. Your chatte is so pink, so pretty. Mon Dieu, Elena. Your pussy is like your nipples. You are soft and pink in all these special places. And cherie, you are wet, so very wet. You make me want to taste you, to suck on you. Yes! Like this!”
“Oh, no, Bai. You mustn’t!”
Holding her hands firmly at her sides, he leaned down and ran his tongue in tantalizing swipes along her soft folds, then deeper, licking and sucking her.
She tried to scoot back, fought to bring her knees together and shrieked, “Oh… oh, my God!”
He squinted up at her, to both reassure and further restrain her, wedging her knees apart with his shoulders.
“Non, non, bebe. How does it make you feel, cherie, when I lick you, taste your lovely vagin? Do you feel hot, wet, ache for more? Do you want more? Oui, cherie, more, de plus?”
She twisted frantically under him, pulling back then arching up closer to his mouth, she cried out, “Yes… yes, please, Bai… more, I want more!”
The sight of her made him ache to push her, make her beg for more. Incited by her passionate response, he urged her on. “Mais, oui, of course, you do, ma dulce femme. And, fillette, the way you smell. Like heaven. Doux bebe, sweet baby, you smell like you taste. Mm hmm. Hot, spicy, sweet. God, yes. I can’t get enough of you!”
He murmured sweet words and kept licking her, driving his tongue just inside her folds. When she started arching up against him, he drove his tongue in deeper and deeper, thrilling when her soft moans became ragged deep groans. She buried her fingers in his hair and clasped him to her.
“Yes, Elena, do that. Show me how you like what I am doing to you. Oui? You want my tongue deeper? Like this? Licking you, sucking you, all of you? Mmm, you like that, don’t you, cherie? You are mewing like a little kitten, a chatte en feu, a little kitten in heat.
“Elena, ma petite fille, do you have any idea how you taste here? So sweet, so spicy, so hot! Let me show you.”
Releasing her hands, he spread her puffy labia and slid two fingers inside her warm, moist heat. When she cried out, he glided back up to her mouth pressing his fingers against her lips.
“Here, ma petite cocotte, suck on my fingers, on my lips, my tongue. Suck louder, bebe. Let me hear you sucking on my fingers. Oui, like that, cherie. Have you ever tasted anything like this? And Elena, you are wet, so fucking wet. I could get drunk sucking all your juices here.”
She began to writhe under him, panting. He leaned down and whispered, “Mm hmm. Now, bebe, you are panting like a little puppy dog, un petit chiot. You need to come for me, Elena, come for me while I taste you, suck on you, yes, bebe?”
She groaned and panted harder, almost sobbing in frustration. “Oh, God, Bai. I don’t know what to do! Help me.”
“Oui, cherie, I will help you. Let me show you what to do. Do you want to come? Come all over my face, my tongue? Oui? Oui, mon amour?”
When she cried out in response, he leaned down and licked her pussy lips. He inserted two fingers up inside of her, expertly stroking her. When she shuddered and cried out, he smiled knowing he had found her erotic core. He rubbed up against her clit then covered the sensitive nub with his mouth. He sucked on it, and then bit down. Softly, then harder. She screamed and tossed her head from side to side, her hair flying wildly.
“Oh, God, oh God. Bai, help me. Don’t stop… Oh… my… God…”
“Oui, Elena. Like that, cherie. This is how you come for me. All over my tongue. Let go, mon petite amour. Come for me! Let me taste you come!”
He continued stroking that exquisitely sensitive place inside of her and kept sucking, licking her tight throbbing nub until she began bucking under him. Her breath came in sharp pants and her body quaked as her orgasm washed over her, shattering her. She screamed his name again and again in wild abandon.
Little by little, he brought her down shaking and trembling, gasping for breath. He licked her vagin once more then pulled his fingers out of her dragging them along the sensitive folds.
“Ah, yes, God, yes. Ma belle femme. L’orgasme pour mois de nouveau. I told you. I told you that you would come again for me.”
She was sobbing, laughing, making soft mewling sounds as involuntary tremors shook her body. She clung to him, burrowing her face in his shoulder whispering his name over and
over.
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He held her close to him, stroking her, petting her, murmuring soft loving words, and gazed at her in awe. Jesus fucking Christ, never would he have believed that she was this hot. He thought back on all the times that he approached her. Now he realized he had misinterpreted, ignored the signs. She hadn’t understood. She didn’t know what was happening to her body. He chastised himself. Selfish arrogant bastard that he was he misunderstood her confusion, the signals she sent, and dismissed her as a manipulative cocktease.
Taking a deep breath, he knew there was no way he could any longer ignore his throbbing cock. He was sure it would split his pants if he didn’t let it loose. Christ, then what? He knew she was a virgin. He also knew his prick was a work of art. And, God knows, he knew how to use it to drive a woman crazy. Merde, how many women had told him that. It was long and thick. That was before he had spent an hour seducing the sexiest fucking woman he had ever been with. How the hell could he put all of this up inside of her untried cunt? But even as he hesitated, he knew that was precisely what he intended to do.
He rolled off of her and knelt up and slipped off his trousers. His cock sprang out, long, thick, and rock hard against his belly. When she pulled back, startled, he smiled and took her hand and folded her fingers around his shaft close to the head. Just that touch from her made him swell even more.
“Ah, cherie, mon petite amour. Look what you have done to me. Whatever shall we do with this?” he asked with a teasing grin.
She propped herself up on one elbow and stared at his cock. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, as if considering his question.
He raised his eyebrows in mock dismay.
“I can’t just make it go away. I need your help.”
“Bai, I will help if I can. But, honestly, I don’t know what to do,” she said seriously, looking aghast but with obvious interest at his throbbing member.
He smothered a grin and asked in a solemn voice, “May I assume from your expression you have not seen an adult male – an aroused adult male before?”
She flushed bright red and shook her head. “No, yes. I mean… Just… just in books, paintings.” She hesitated, and then without looking away from his swollen prick that was flushing darker under her scrutiny, added, “And, and… I have seen animals — stallions.”
He choked back a shout of laughter and kept his voice as serious as he could. “I see. And if I may ask, how do I compare, cherie?”
“You… you… there is no comparison, Bai, to the paintings.”
His eyes twinkled. “And to the stallions?”
A tiny smile tugged at her lips. Her voice was soft, tremulous. “Well, Bai. You compare very well.”
He threw back his head and roared. He wiped the tears from his eyes, then, still chortling, he laid her back against the floor and covered her face with tiny heartfelt kisses. “Mon dieu, Elena. You will be the death of me.”
His laughter gone, he whispered in her ear. “But, cherie, we do have a problem. I want to fuck you.”
She gasped. “You want to put that inside of me… All of it?”
“Yes, mon charmant. Not only to put it inside of you,” his voice grew raspy and strangled, “but I need to thrust it up into you, drive it deep and hard up in your chatte.
“Not to be indelicate, but I want to ram it up so hard and so far up inside of your pussy that you will feel it on the other side of your womb.”
Her face paled. She licked her lips nervously. “I… I see.”
“But, Elena, I know you have not had a lover before. If I do what I want to do, what I am aching to do—I know I will hurt you.”
“I guess you are saying that it won’t be as good a… as good a fuck, if you don’t do the ramming thing, the thrusting part?”
“No, mon amour. It will not be.”
She was quiet for a moment as if considering then asked tentatively, “After we have done it several times – the fucking thing, not just making me come, will it stop hurting?”
“Yes, it will. But, cherie, you will also come when we do the ‘fucking thing.’”
“Really?” She perked up.
“Yes, le plus cher. Indeed, when I am deep inside of you thrusting harder and higher, up inside your tight pulsing pussy, and you and I both come, they will hear your ecstatic screams across the villa.”
“And, you, Bai? Will you scream too?”
He smiled, his eyes gleaming.
“Ah, yes, cherie. The lions roaring in the jungle will have nothing on me.”
A shy smile crossed her lips. “Then, please, Bai, fuck me.”
“J’ai le plaisir, cherie. My pleasure.”
Chapter 26
He smiled at her. “I believe you asked earlier if you could touch me. I want you to touch my cock. I want to see if you feel as good touching me as I do when I touch you.”
He guided her hand, wrapped it around his shaft and began moving it up and down, pulling the foreskin down to reveal the swollen weeping head.
“God, Bai, are you sure we want to do this? I think it is getting even bigger,” she said with a worried frown.
“Let’s take that chance, mon amour,” he said with a soft groan of pleasure. “Plus, you know how you get wet, Elena? That is so that I can enter you more easily. And look, see here? When you rub me up and down like you’re doing now, in addition to driving me out of my fucking mind, I get wet too.”
He took some of the cum from the end of his cock and rubbed it on her lips. He leaned down and licked it off her lips and sucked her tongue.
“Doesn’t that taste good? Soon I hope you will want to suck on me the way I suck on you and taste me, all of me.”
“I never knew there was so much to learn in this sex business, so many parts, so many places or that it would feel so good,” she mused distractedly.
He smiled and as if to remind her, he moved back to her breasts, licking and suckling them until she was writhing under him. He put two fingers up inside of her and began thrusting them in and out of her pussy.
Elena gasped, but then a low passionate moan escaped her lips and she pressed against his fingers. When she started moving with him he inserted another finger and then gently, insistently, ran all three digits around the opening, stretching it, rimming it. All the while, whispering to her how good it was going to feel to be inside of her beautiful chatte. With his other hand he slipped his finger and thumb around her clit and rubbed the tender sensitive nub until her juices ran down the inside of her thighs.
Elena shuddered and cried out, pressing up against his fingers and thumb. She couldn’t believe how much she loved it when he touched her there. God, she didn’t even know that place was there, but Bai did. It made her crazy when he touched it, rubbed it and didn’t stop even when she begged him to—or not.
He reached for the bed pillows that he had tossed to the floor earlier. “Here, ma jolie petite fille, lift up your hips so that I can put these under you.”
She did as he said and could immediately see the advantage at least for him. But when he knelt up between her legs and nuzzled the flared end of his cock up against her entrance, she shuddered and saw the wisdom of the position for them both.
She was afraid of what was going to happen, what it would feel like when he came inside of her, how much it would hurt. She was frightened but intrigued by his cock. It was big, huge. She had no idea how he could get it inside of her, but realized with a start that every nerve ending, every secret place in her body was begging him to try.
He ran his fingers around the opening to her sex, stretched it, and pushed his aroused cockhead up against her entrance, inching in. It was hard, throbbing, big – too big.
“I… I’m afraid, Bai.” Her voice shook.
When she pulled back and clenched down, he kept the end of his cock just inside her entrance, moving ever so gently, cautiously in and out.
“Non, non, belle femme dulce, sweet woman. Don’t tense. Let go, petite amie. You love it when I tou
ch you here, yes?”
He felt again for her aching nub and kept up a merciless drumbeat on her clit with his finger and thumb. His expert touch assured her, gave her confidence he knew what he was doing. And then she knew, she wanted him. All of him.
She trembled and whispered, “Oh, God, yes! Oh, God, yes, Bai.”
“Ah, oui, cherie. When I am deep inside of you every part of you will feel like this. You will be screaming, begging for more.”
For good measure, he sucked and nipped the hard peak of one and then the other of her breasts. She cried out and her body quivered, a mass of sensations as a flood of moisture filled her pussy.
“Ah, cherie, do you feel how wet you are? Even wetter than before? Your body is ready for me, petite fille.”
He groaned, unable to hold back any longer. “Christ, Elena, I want you so goddamn bad. Do you want me, Elena? Do you want me inside of you? High up inside of you?”
“God, yes! Don’t stop, Bai. I can feel it coming, my excitement coming again.” She was breathing hard, beginning to pant, clinging to him. He moved up higher stifling a groan at how tight she was. Her little cunt was like a vise, a tight passage he needed to navigate slowly, with caution — if he could.
“Take a deep breath, cherie, and when I tell you, blow it out hard. Oui, mon amour?”
She took a deep breath and held it and then let go when he said, “Now, Elena, now.”
With a hard thrust, he broke through the membrane that he needed to penetrate — if he was going to roar like a lion.
She cried out at the sharp pain and he murmured, holding her close, “That’s it, fillette. Never again will it hurt like that. Feel me now, feel me.”
She was stunned by how big he was, how impossibly big. Breaking through was nothing compared to what he was doing to her now. He thrust in several inches slowly then drew out and just when she felt relief, he thrust in again a little deeper, filling her, unbelievably full. Before she knew what was happening, she started to move with him, to want the pain of the deeper penetration that became pleasure when he pulled back. In and out, but each time deeper, harder. The sensations were intense, like he was dragging his cock across her clit only from the inside. It was as though a magnet of heat held her in its grip. She knew she was moaning, she couldn’t stop. But the more he thrust the more her moans became deep passionate groans.
