Still, it was going to eat at me. I just hoped that Roy got bored and moved on, or Donna did. Roy was probably after her money, which I’d always suspected, but I didn’t want to think that way. Hell, people said the same thing about me with Blake.
Blake stood up and walked towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and then bent down to kiss me gently. It felt good being in his arms. I’d hated seeing him in a real fight. It was frightening, but at the same time it was kind of hot. Watching him take Roy down and deflecting his attack. Blake was a tough bastard. I hated to admit it because it sounded silly, but I loved watching Blake fight, just like I loved to watch him workout.
What was it about seeing a sexy, strong man, committing such aggressive acts that was such a turn on?
He pressed his body against mine as he held me, and then he kissed me on the forehead, the temple, the cheek, and finally back around to the lips.
I could feel his bulge growing against me.
“I think it’s time to pick up where we left off,” Blake said.
He pulled his zipper down and opened his fly. I felt a flutter roll through me, and I thought I might faint for a second as I watched his large boner fall out. It was jutting against my belly now, rubbing itself on the fabric of my dress. In the well-lit suite, his cock looked beautiful, shiny, and enormous, especially as I wrapped my small, slender fingers around it and squeezed.
He inhaled slowly with pleasure. Yeah, he loved it when I squeezed his dick.
“Does that feel good?” I asked softly.
“Yeah, it does…” Blake purred.
“Good,” I whispered.
I squeezed his prick harder now, gripping it tightly with both hands, wrapping the forefinger and the thumb of my right hand securely over the head. I pulled the head back and forth slightly to open the hole a little bit more and then let it close up again. It was amusing to watch this.
With my left hand I moved down to Blake’s large sack. I cradled his large grape sized balls in my hand, pulsating and squeezing lightly, letting my thumb move in between them and separate them to give just the tiniest amount of sensation.
I could tell he was feeling some intense things, some bordering on pain and discomfort. Finally, I decided that he’d had enough of being teased.
I dropped to my knees and held his cock in front of my face. My mouth watered at the very sight of it. I inhaled deeply, really letting the whiff of his masculine, musky scent invade my nostrils. Then I let my tongue slip out enough to connect with the tip. The sharp tip of my tongue found the hole and swirled around inside of it just ever so gently.
Blake gasped and I loved having so much control over him with my mouth. It was epic. I was going to do some crazy things to him this evening.
I opened my mouth wider and took the entirety of his head into me. His cock was now quivering with pleasure and anticipation. My left hand was still wrapped firmly around his nut sack, squeezing, priming, almost pre-milking him, kneading that load to start its manufacturing process. I wanted him to fill me up.
Blake inhaled deeply, letting out each breath in a huge gasping sigh as if he wanted to yell out in a moaning fashion, but he was doing a pretty good job of holding it all back. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, putting his cock exactly where it wanted to be, as if he needed to feel that he had some sort of control over what was happening to keep a grip on his sanity.
I loved the way his eyes were closed, rolled back in his head, his mouth open with eager anticipation, and his voice stuck behind his clenched jaws and almost chattering teeth. Every single muscle in his body seemed to be tensing and releasing repeatedly, almost subconsciously. One hand was still holding onto the table to keep his legs from buckling.
And now I was engulfing his entire form, all nine, maybe even ten inches of his beautiful cock. I had never actually measured it, but that was something…
He was bigger than any man I’d ever been with, and bigger than most of the adult film actors on those clips I occasionally watched on the internet. It was usually at Donna’s when we were both really bored. She would usually pull up something and I would have to join in. Just to laugh at it… of course…
I positioned my mouth and head so that I could begin to rapid fire bob up and down on his stick. It was perfect. I had created just the right amount of friction for him, and I was keeping my slobbers to a minimum, but my mouth and throat were staying well lubricated. This was not my first rodeo. That was one of the things about being with someone you knew so well and loved so much; you knew exactly what they liked, and you had perfected it well, but there still left plenty of room for exploration and growth.
I paused at the base for a moment, letting his hard cock scrape against the sides of the back of my throat before I moved my head slightly so that I could press down a little bit more and inch him slowly down my throat until I could go no farther. My body wanted to resist it, but I held firm, keeping my head quiet and my mind serene. This was beautiful. The taste, the feelings, the knowledge that I was giving my man, my partner for life, the ultimate in pleasure--it was all done out of a sweet mixture of love and lust.
I wanted to feel him quiver, I needed to watch him come, see him beg for more pleasure, and finally ask me to release him. It had become the thing in life that I found most blissful.
I was getting so wet. My panties were dripping as they clung to my pussy. I wanted to reach down and finger myself, but right now I was giving all of my attention to Blake.
I pulled back on his knob and let it plop out of my mouth. I took several much-needed deep breaths and stroked his cock up and down, using my saliva coating on his flesh to grease him up farther. I could tell that he wasn’t going to stand much more of the head I was giving him. He would soon be bursting. Right now, I wanted every bit of that cum inside of my pussy.
I stood up and Blake grabbed my shoulders. Before I knew it was spun around leaning over the kitchen table. He hiked up my dress, ripped down my panties and plowed his hard cock right into my wet slit. I wasn’t expecting this as all. I had thought I would do some more foreplay with him, but Blake needed it now, and who was I to resist something that felt this unbelievable.
“Fuck yeah!” I moaned as he entered me. He was so thick. He had me stretched wide from the moment he entered. Sharp pains rocked through me, but only momentarily. The thought that I might have actually torn something rolled through my mind, but I quickly dismissed it as soon as the adrenaline and bliss kicked into high gear.
I braced myself hard against the table which was proving to be somewhat wobbly underneath the brutal onslaught of Blake’s fucking. We were rocking back and forth rapidly and I wondered how much more this poor table was going to take. Blake must have thought the same thing because he quickly picked me up and put me over on the couch where he continued to plow me good.
I was on my knees, my ass up in the air, as high as I could raise it. It was a little disorienting and for some reason I kept thinking I needed to move down a bit, but Blake grabbed my hips and held me right where he needed me. I stayed still and let him pile drive me into the middle of nowhere. My mind had left and all I could focus on was the indescribable pleasure.
Blake slapped my ass, nice and hard. I loved the way the jolt would reverberate inside my body and quiver against his prick with my inner walls.
“Yeah, slap it baby. I’m so fucking bad!” I growled.
I loved to feel like a bad girl during sex. I was so used to being good all the time and doing the right thing, that sometimes when there were no rules, I loved to release all the pent-up aggression. I was the bad girl that he wanted me to be. Anything he wanted me to be, I was ok with. And he was everything I wanted. That’s what made us click so well.
He grabbed my hair and yanked it back. I giggled with surprise and pleasure. I loved it when he did that. It was a way to relinquish control and sometimes that was so nice.
I bucked my hips back against his cock and tried to dig him deeper into me. He compl
ied by ramming his shaft harder trying his best to bury so deep inside me, he was in my stomach.
Blake reached under me with his under hand and grabbed up a handful of my large, fleshy breast. He squeezed it in that perfect way of his. I was getting close to my own orgasm. It wasn’t going to be long now. The sweat was pouring out of my body, my hair was getting wet, and I was giggling almost constantly from the pleasure I was feeling. It really was a beautiful type of high that came over me. I wanted to get off so bad. I could feel it coming. It was going to be magnificent.
But I decided that I wanted to take charge. I was going to milk every drop of Blake’s cum out of his sweet cock.
I pulled away from him and pushed him backwards so that he was now lying down on the couch.
“Alright then,” Blake laughed.
“My turn to take the wheel, baby,” I said.
I quickly climbed on top of him and spread my legs over his body to lower myself onto his hard cock. He was fully inside of me, still stretching me. Every time his cock left me, my body would revert back a bit to its normal size and then he would stretch me out again. It was an intense rush. So fucking good.
I held onto his chest and steadied myself over him. He was looking up at me in that seductive way of his, intense, dark eyes, brooding forehead, and he was nibbling on his bottom lip. I could see that he was getting close to finishing.
Moving my hips back and forth and then up and down, I began to ride him, straddling him tightly. I let my knees dig into his side a little bit, just to give him that little extra thrill.
He loved it.
“I’m going to come, baby… I’m there,” Blake said.
His body began to shake, and loud moans escaped him as he came deeply inside of me. I held my pussy down on him, slowly moving up and down to milk everything out and make sure I didn’t spill a drop.
I leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth. My tongue shot out and began to wrestle with his, trying to establish dominance. Oh, the feel of his tongue on mine, the scent of his climaxed sweat and his sweet juice releasing inside of me—all of it sent the signal to my body to trigger my own climax.
“Fuck!”
I yelled at the top of my lungs. I didn’t care who might have heard me. They were just jealous they weren’t having the sex of their life right now.
I leaned back and ran my hands through my wavy, long hair. Oh, it was so good…
My whole body was shivering with total pleasure. I was gasping for air but not finding any. My muscles were screaming for oxygen and electrolytes. I was dying of thirst. My head was spinning, and my back felt like it was going to fold in on itself. Pain was coursing through the overexertion that I put myself through, but the pleasure coursing through my pelvic area and spreading like wildfire all over my body was well worth it.
We both collapsed on top of each other. The couch was soaked with our sweat, the air in the room felt like it was twenty degrees too warm, and we were both exhausted. I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. Blake’s stiff cock was still inside of me, and our juices were slowly seeping out between us.
“Well, I guess I should get in more fights,” Blake said.
“Why?” I laughed.
“Because it apparently turns you into an animal.”
I slapped him in the face playfully. “You should watch your mouth, or you might end up fighting me.”
“Oh, challenge accepted,” Blake said with a grin before kissing me.
“I love you, so much.”
Blake smiled and nuzzled me with his nose. “I love you, so much more.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said.
We never did make to bed. That couch proved to be far too comfortable. Right there in our afterglow, we stayed until morning.
Chapter Nine
Blake
I woke up with Tina’s naked body still lying on top of me. I could hardly remember what the last moments were before I fell asleep. The first signs of sunrise were just starting to appear, and I could tell that it was just a bit after five.
Tina was still lying right where she’d fallen asleep. Her naked body was on full display for anyone who wanted to walk into our room and maybe pilfer through our stuff in the middle of the night. We hadn’t even thought to grab a blanket. But that was what happened when you were in the throes of love. And what an epic love making it had been.
Wow.
I felt like I needed a shower, but first I needed a workout. We were supposed to go and hit the slopes with Roy and Donna later. I wouldn't have time to get the workout in otherwise, and even though I’d have to use a hotel gym, it was something. I was not happy if I didn’t get my morning sweat in.
I carefully slipped out from under Tina’s body and slumped to the floor. I winced as my body made a loud thumping sound. I looked at Tina. She didn’t even stir. Yep, she was still out cold.
After getting dressed in my workout gear, I headed down to the hotel gym. It was fairly quiet, no one else really working out yet. It was just a little after five. Most people would probably start filling the place up the closer we got to six or six-thirty. I’ve been an early riser since I was in high school.
Five o’clock wake up is actually pretty late for me. I started the workout on the treadmill, just to get the blood pumping and to warm up. As I started with a brisk walk setting, I thought about the night before. I never should have let things escalate to that stupid fight with Roy. Even though he completely deserved what had happened. The audacity of that prick. He’d actually suggested that we swap women for the night. Who does that to someone they don’t know that well? Or, at all, ever?
I should have knocked him out.
But if I was being honest with myself, I hated Roy for another reason. I wasn’t completely truthful with Tina about it, because it tied in with my own family secret that I was still wrestling with. This whole thing was getting deeper and more convoluted all the time. What was I doing?
Roy had ties to the Carnelli crime family. They were big rivals of my dad’s old family associates. This was getting so heavy. It was like no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape it.
I needed to just come clean already.
But so far, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to do so.
Roy used to be a bad guy. I was fairly certain he’d been involved in quite a bit of crime and that he was still an enforcer. But maybe he was trying to get out and distance himself from things. I know that I should ease up, if this was also in his past, but I couldn’t. Even though this made me a bit of a hypocrite. I could forgive my own father, but I couldn’t forgive someone else who might have been trying to turn their life around.
But was Roy trying to do that? I had no idea. I didn’t really know the guy. I remembered seeing him around some nefarious individuals when my father was tying up loose ends. Roy would have been maybe eighteen then. I’d say he was about twenty-seven or eight now.
I wished I knew more about him, but still I shouldn’t have let myself get that angry. I’m a highly trained martial artist; there was no reason for me to lose my cool. I had too many things in my head that were distracting me. I needed to unburden myself, and a good workout was a great way to do it.
I adjusted the setting on the treadmill to a higher speed. I was jogging now.
That was when Roy walked into the gym. He saw me and gave me a warm smile. What was this about? Did we just happen to end up there, or had he sought me out?
I decided to be cool and just hear him out. Maybe we would make amends. But I still would never trust the guy. I’d always be on high alert around him, I’d always worry about Donna and of course I’d worry about this creep being that close to Tina. She and Donna were like sisters. What happened to one of them, happened to the other.
“Hey,” Roy said as he climbed onto the treadmill right beside of mine. Of course he would…
“Hey,” I said. My voice was cold and neutral. I was not about to extend an olive branch here. I didn’t think I was
that much in the wrong. I knew who the hell this guy was, or at least who he had been. And few people in this world ever changed that much. I knew my father had, but even with him I had doubts, and he was my own flesh and blood. I’d always doubt some guy I barely knew and could barely tolerate.
“How’s it going?” Roy asked.
“Good.”
There was an awkward moment of silence between us as Roy tried to keep up with my speed on the treadmill. I stared straight ahead, and he did the same. I wondered if the apology had already been made and I missed it, or if this was going to be one of those situations where two guys had respect for each other due to the fight and now just pretended it never happened. It would never be acknowledged or spoken of. It was just water under the bridge.
I didn’t think so. That was usually what happened with guys who knew each other for more than a couple hours.
“So, I’m sorry about last night,” Roy said. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was weird and ill timed. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve been under some pressure at work and I let it get to me. I didn’t really want to do this. I have so much work piling up that it’s getting to me.”
“Ah, I hear that,” I said. “I’m in the same boat a bit.”
“No hard feelings, then?” Roy said. He reached out his hand.
I quickly shook it. “No hard feelings.”
“Alright then. Now we can try to make the best of the weekend. Even if we would rather be elsewhere, we’ll do it for the ladies, right?”
“Right. So, how did you and Donna meet?” I asked. “I don’t believe Tina ever told me.”
“Oh, it’s a funny story. We met online. She replied to one of my videos with some funny comments. Then we just started chatting, and then emailing. Eventually, we started to chat on the phone and it just kind of went from there. Strange the way the world works nowadays.”
“That it is,” I said.
I had no interest in going into a deep conversation with this jerk. It was obvious that he did not ever remember seeing me back in the day. Or he was one hell of an actor. But, I didn’t know him well enough to start making assumptions. For now, I was content to just play things cool and see how they developed.
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