Nothing has ever made me feel as alive as I did when he was inside me. I imagine that’s the way an addict feels when they go back for another hit.
I looked up at his eyes when I felt them on me and found him smiling; that damn disarming smile that was the reason for my present predicament.
When he leaned over, placing both hands on either side of me on the rim of the tub, I felt something sweet and hot between my thighs. And when his lips covered mine I forgot who and where I was.
He took the glass from my hand when I almost spilled the red wine on his expensive white bathroom rug. Who has a bearskin rug in the bathroom?
I yelped when he lifted me from the water until he sat me on his lap to straddle his hips. I felt his hand between us and his fingers brushed against my clit when he fought with his zipper.
He rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over my sore slit and I felt my flower open greedily. I
forgot all about being sore and the burn that he’d left with that horse cock of his. I could already imagine the sweet feeling of being stretched around the only dick I’d had in the last four years.
I felt him open me up around the fat head of his cock and placed my hands on his shoulders as he pulled me down by my ass. Then he licked my neck and bit my ear just enough that I felt it between my thighs. “Ride me!”
I tried, I slid up his cock or tried to, but it was too much. Until he placed those big perfect hands on my ass and helped me out.
I was already streaming. He was hitting something deep inside me that hurt so good I never wanted it to end. I felt his teeth on my neck and my insides squeezed hard just before I felt liquid shoot from between my thighs and onto his lower stomach.
I’m not sure when my body learned to do that embarrassing mess, but at the moment I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d never made the noises that were coming out of my either, but whatever.
I was lost in a world of complete bliss. So what if it felt like I was peeing all over this guy. Who cares
that I’d lost all control of my body and senses and was willing to let him do anything to me as long as he kept making me feel this way?
CLAUDE
“Has a man ever made you squirt before?” She shook her head wildly, I’m sure barely registering my words as her pussy pulled a geyser all over me.
I stroked into her nice and slow while her pussy pulsed around my cock and her ass tightened in my hands as she came hard on my rod again.
Her head went back on her shoulders and flopped around as she rode me easier now that her pussy had creamed so nicely.
She grunted and cursed as her pussy took over from her brain. The well put together DA was long gone and in her place was a sexy wanton siren whose only interest at the moment was the cock that was giving her pleasure.
I watched her face, for the first time in my life really giving a damn about another’s pleasure. In
the past it was just something to do, something else I needed to be good at. But that was for my own personal reasons and had nothing to do with the woman I was fucking.
Now, I reveled in the fact that I was giving her pleasure. That my cock could make her forget, even for a little while, just who we both were.
I’d missed her. Something I was not used to. After putting her in the tub and walking away I’d headed down to the kitchen to check on dinner.
When she’d passed out the second time I’d taken a nice hot shower, feeling the sting where her nails had dug into me. That had brought a smile to my face.
I’d gotten dressed and left her in my bed, another first for me. I never bring women into my home and never my bed. Those places are sacred. It says a lot that I’d allowed her into both without much thought.
While the steaks were braising I’d come back up to check on her and found her awake just staring up at the ceiling. I knew from the way she laid with her legs spread that she was in pain.
Without uttering a word I went into the bathroom and ran her a nice bath with some soothing salts to ease the ache. I had all intentions on taking her again that night after all.
I went back downstairs to pour myself a glass of much needed wine, but my mind was still upstairs with her. So here I am once again, buried deep in the woman who could mean the end of me.
I bit her nipple, hard, as I pulled her down harder on my cock. Instead of jerking my cock off with her cunt this time, I left the heavy weight inside her and flexed.
Her pussy walls gyrated and I did it again. Her neck went limp when I bit into her tit flesh before licking my way up her throat.
I wonder if she knows that I’d marked her all over? If she could feel the pain of my teeth still? “How does your ass feel?” I whispered the question in her ear as I pushed the hair back from her face.
She blushed and lowered her lids as my finger teased at her tight little ass hole that I’d stretched beyond repair. I dipped just the tip inside her and felt her pussy spaz.
I fucked in and out of her ass with my finger and lifted her on and off my cock with the other arm wrapped around her plump globes.
“Um, your pussy does amazing things to my cock. You’re a hot little number aren’t you?” Her mouth was hanging open again, her eyes glazed over as she fucked herself harder on my throbbing cock.
I looked down at her amazing face and felt the same twinge I’d felt the first time I laid eyes on her. It started somewhere in the vicinity of my chest and made its way down to my balls.
As I looked at her something that had hardened inside me a long time ago softened and my over intelligent mind went into action.
Until her, until tonight, I hadn’t given much care or thought to the future. Since my early teens I had one purpose in life and nothing else mattered.
I’d spent the intervening years between my family’s deaths and now perfecting my skills and shutting out anything that even remotely resembled human feelings.
Until she walked through my door this evening, I hadn’t made up my mind, hadn’t quite known where I was going with the invitation I’d sent her.
Now there’s no doubt in my mind what needed to be done. It’s something I’d given some thought to as a backup plan, one I hadn’t thought I’d need to use. But I hadn’t banked on her intelligence.
What I had planned was going to turn her life upside down, but I had no doubt that I had the skills to flip that shit around and make it work in our favor.
I brought my thoughts back to the here and now, to the feel of her tight cunt walls as they breathed around my rod. My balls were soaked with her juices and mine and getting more so with each thrust.
“I need you to cum baby.”
“Why? are you close?” Her voice was choppy as she wrapped her arms around my neck, crushing her chest into mine.
“No, but your pussy cream would make what I’m about to do easier to fuck. You have to know you have one of the tightest pussies around.” I said it like that to fuck with her head.
Nothing wrong with bringing the stalwart DA down a peg. Let her think about me giving this cock to someone else or many someone-else’s around town.
I hadn’t missed her reaction to the women in the jury box when they eyed me down like I was their next meal. And though I hadn’t gone there with any of them, it’s not something I would’ve taken off the table if needed; but that was before.
I felt her body tighten up with just a hint of possessive anger, but she held her tongue. There goes that reserve that I’d wanted to destroy since our first acquaintance.
“What…what do you plan to do to me?” There was distrust mixed with excitement in her voice.
“How about I just show you?” I got to my feet and walked across the room.
Reaching my destination I braced her back against the wall, grabbed two fistfuls of ass and fucked into her hard. Her mouth opened wide, but the scream never came.
She released it with the second thrust. I could see the underlying imprint of my cock under the skin of her tummy. It looked like
something from alien porn.
Seeing her belly distended had my mind going back to the reason I’d cum inside her before. I could see her swollen with child, my child.
The thought of encumbering her with a pregnancy made my cock grow longer inside her. Suddenly it was the most important thing in my life.
I guess I like staying busy, having my mind occupied. And now that I was at loose ends after taking care of the one thing that had kept me focused my whole life, why not have a kid with the hotshot DA.
Claude
I looked down between us at the way her pussy grabbed my length, the way her pink softness stretched around the thick swollen head of my cock.
“Do you want me to fill you again?” I have no doubts about my prowess. About my ability to make a woman forget her common sense, even the tough as nails DA.
When she nodded her head feverishly, her hair wet with sweat, drool gathered at the corners of her lips, I knew I had her.
I rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb and opened my mouth over her pussy when she squirted high and wide.
“Um, yummy.” I pushed my tongue past her lips, letting her taste herself as I pulled her down hard and held still as my cock hosed down her insides.
I kissed her hard while letting her body come down. In essence I was making sure none of my
little swimmers escaped since I hadn’t made it into her womb this time.
It took more than a minute to ease my cock out of her when her legs went weak and she started to twitch like her back hurt.
“Dinner should be ready by now.” I let her legs down off my arms and moved towards the shower.
“I have to get going I can’t stay.” I walked back and grabbed her hand, pulling her along behind me.
“You’re spending the night.” Whatever she was going to say to that got lost when I shoved my tongue in her mouth and turned on the water over her head.
Once I was sure her mind was back under my control I got the soap and washed her, concentrating my efforts between her thighs.
“Sore?” She bit her lip and nodded. I tossed the soap and rag over my shoulder and got down on my knees in front of her. “Lean back.”
She leaned back against the wall with the water running down her chest and I opened her pussy for my tongue. She hissed at the first stroke and grabbed my head.
I licked her cunt until she started moving against my mouth. Then I suckled her clit until she cried out and moved my mouth back down her pussy just in time to catch her spray of cunt spritz.
I knew from short experience that she was going to be out any second for at least a half an hour. Good, that would give me enough time to get the potatoes and vegetables going.
VANESSA
“What the hell?” I looked around the room and it all came back to me. Last thing I remember is being in the shower with his mouth on me. My whole body blushed with the memory.
He was nowhere to be seen when I leaned up on my elbow and scanned the room. Just then the door opened and he walked in. He moves like a jungle cat. Picture a panther in the wild.
He didn’t say anything to me, didn’t even acknowledge that I was there, in his bed. He walked to the wall and pressed something and a door slid back to reveal a walk in closet the size of most people’s bedrooms.
He came back with another one of his white button down shirts hooked on his finger. “Come!” What is it about his voice that makes it hard to disobey?
I scooted across the bed and stood while he pulled the shirt around my shoulders. He buttoned one button, the middle one, then lifted me in his arms and headed back out the door.
Now even I was second guessing myself. Surely no one with such polished manners could be capable of the things I was accusing him of.
He walked effortlessly down the stairs with me held safely against his chest and took me to his dining room where the table was set for a romantic dinner for two.
There were candles in crystal holders, a vase of flowers that didn’t look store bought and the finest China I’ve ever seen outside of a five star hotel restaurant.
He sat me on a chair before taking his seat at the head of the table to my right. My hand trembled when I lifted my fork, but I soon forgot my unease
at the first bite into the succulent meat.
Oh come on! How had I ever convinced myself that this man had done such horrible things? He poured a half a glass of wine for me since I hadn’t finished the one from before.
“That’s all you get, you have work tomorrow.” His mention of work brought me crashing back to reality. Oh hell, what have I done? He must’ve seen the look on my face because he covered my hand with his and leaned in.
“There’s nothing for you to worry about. I would never use what we shared against you.” Now I was back to thinking him a scheming murderer who’d fucked his way out of a life sentence. How could I have been so stupid?
“Relax Vanessa. I’ve not done anything to make you doubt me thus far have I?” No, not unless you count the fact that I think you slaughtered seven people in cold blood.
I didn’t say that of course, I’d already taken enough chances for one night. No matter how I looked at it, his promise aside, I’d screwed the pooch.
But how had it happened? How had I let it get so far? I’d had all intentions of denying his request for a meeting, had gone so far as to tell him so when I did see him later in the hallway.
He’d given me that smile again and ran his finger down my cheek while looking into my eyes. “Be there at six counselor, I’ll make it worth your while.”
I don’t know what possessed me to go through with it. I had enough confidence in myself to beard the lion in his den, but even I knew it was a stupid move to meet him at his place instead of the office. That had been pushing the boundaries of prosecutorial etiquette way too far.
But here I am, well fucked with the sore twat to prove it and at a loss as to where to go from here. I felt small in his presence. Not small as in unimportant, diminished.
But small in the ‘you’re not the big bad DA here.’ It had taken a lot of hard work to get to my position. At twenty-six I was the youngest DA this city has ever had.
That’s something I was so proud of, the feather in
my cap if you will. I had set goals in life and had gone after each and every one of them with my eye on the governor’s mansion.
There was a lot I could do for my state and I thought why not? There was nothing wrong with being ambitious. But my drive and obsession had helped me to accelerate things a lot more than had I been anyone else.
For the past three years I’d worked my ass off and worked my way up to the top. Graduating from law school early at the ripe old age of twenty-two had put me in good stead.
My credentials and lily white background had helped land me in the position I now held, but now it looks like I’d thrown it all away in one night.
I didn’t realize I’d been sitting there lost and in a daze until he got up and started clearing the dishes away. He moved like he hadn’t a care in the world, like his life wasn’t hanging in the balance.
I wondered now if that was due to his innocence, or the arrogance of a man who knew that he hadn’t left anything behind with which to hang him. I’m not stupid, I was sure his attorneys already had his
appeal written up. There was no guarantee that if I won this case by the skin of my teeth with circumstantial evidence alone that his high priced lawyers wouldn’t be able to get him off on appeal.
“Come into the kitchen with me Vanessa while I clean up.” I followed after him like I’d been programmed and I was starting to wonder if I’d been drugged.
But no, I hadn’t eaten or drank anything until the wine in the tub. Too bad, I have nothing else to blame my lax in judgment on, but my own libido.
I sat at the kitchen island and watched him clean the dishes, washing them before putting them in the dishwasher. He looks as good from the back as he does the front.
He turned an
d leaned back against the sink with a towel in hand. My eyes followed the movement of his hands as he dried them, his gaze trained on my face.
I felt twitchy again and was getting ready to open my mouth to tell him again that I really needed to go, but then he walked towards me in that panther on the hunt way he has and I thought, just one more roll in the hay won’t hurt.
Vanessa
I woke up with a hard chest under my cheek and morning sunlight in my eyes. It took me a few seconds to recall where I was and why there was a man in my bed, and then it all came rushing back.
I popped my head up with my heart in my throat as I looked down at him. How did this happen? I could’ve sworn I’d told myself that there was no way I was gonna spend the night in his bed.
Although I’d already broken every rule in the book I drew the line at that. And yet here I am. He was asleep with one hand thrown over his eyes and the other stretched out still where I’d been lying just moments ago.
Something squeezed in my chest when I saw him lying there. He looked innocent or as innocent as a six foot three, one hundred and eighty pound man could look.
A lock of his dark hair that I’d noticed always fell into his face was curled under his arm and his
morning shadow added yet another concept to the contours of his amazing face. There was no denying that he was one of the most handsome men I’d ever met.
My eyes went down his body to his ink and the flat hard planes of his stomach and chest and my mouth watered. I wanted to reach out and touch him. To run my hands over all that hardness.
Something moved beneath the sheet he had thrown across his hips and I realized it was his morning hard-on coming to life. It looked like a small animal.
My eyes flew up to his and found him watching me. “You done?” He didn’t give me time to answer, just pulled me down by the arm, tumbling me onto his chest.
I didn’t think about morning breath or how my hair looked. None of the things I’d cared about in the past with the one boyfriend I’d had in college.
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