by Lana Hartley
“You’re so hot,” she finally breathes out.
I know she wants to surrender to me.
“Is this a wild fantasy of yours?”
My question is more like a plea.
I know which direction we’re going, I just want to hear the words from her. My desire is a wild beast that needs taming.
“Yes.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, a passion-filled moment between us.
She doesn’t try to escape my grasp. She all but melts into my arms.
“I want to kiss you,” I challenge.
“Then why the fuck aren’t you?” She raises an eyebrow.
Fuck, she’s sexy and she knows it. She’s playing me like a fucking violin, and it’s music to my ears.
My cock twitches and tingles in my pants, begging to be free to rub against her inner thighs.
The air is dense and sweaty between us. My heart pounds in my eardrums as my breath catches in my throat.
I want this moment to linger in my mind forever. I take a mental picture before I lean in for our first kiss.
I press my face into her neck, burrowing in to kiss her there first, to tease and tempt. I nibble on her earlobe, and she runs her hands through my hair.
Fuck, it feels so good having her hands on me right now. It makes me want her to touch me for fucking ever.
Fuck, how I wish that life had a pause and rewind button. This is one scene I’d put on repeat.
I move my lips to her mouth, hungry with desire for her. With an almost frantic need, our lips finally meet as I crush my mouth to hers.
She tastes like sweet cherries. Her hair smells like coconut, and I’m in fucking heaven right now, intoxicated by her scent and taste.
She parts her lips to allow my tongue inside for exploring. Her kisses send electrifying jolts of pleasure running up and down my spine.
“I want to taste you.” My voice drips with sexual innuendo because, at the same time, I’m talking about her sweet pussy. And she knows it.
“Feel me,” she begs.
Good fucking girl. She knows the game already. And a game is all this is. She's for my pleasure.
I take my skilled hand and push it between her legs.
“Fuck,” I bite out instinctively as soon as I feel the wet, sticky goodness.
She smiles wickedly at me.
“I told you.”
“Did I do this to you, baby?”
I already know the answer to my own question is hell fucking yes.
She grins and giggles a little and I think she's not quite taking this game seriously enough, a transgression I'll have to punish her for later.
I let go of her wrists and leave her unpinned…at least for now. I’m so hot for her that I could fuck her right here, right up against the wall in the middle of my foyer.
I want to take care and precision with this one, though, soaking up the moment to make it last forever. Slowly, I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” Her voice is thick with desire.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop touching you,” I reassure her as I bring her to my master bedroom.
I turn on a soft lamp. I still want to be able to see every feature of her beautiful shape, her gorgeous face, but I want perfect lighting to fill the room. The ambiance is important, every guy knows that.
“Come over to the bed,” I instruct, and she does as she’s told.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks.
Sure, I can narrate, but I’d rather show her in actions how I’m going to destroy that sweet pussy and bring her to the exploding finale of orgasm.
She quivers as I lean her over on the bed and push her legs open.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I groan, stating the obvious.
“Touch me,” she begs. Her eyes dazzle with erotic longing.
I push her legs open, as wide as they will go. I take a sweet moment to stare at that already soaking, gleaming pussy.
Her juices drip and linger on her sensitive, swollen pussy lips.
“Get ready for the ride of your life,” I state with confidence as I get on my knees beside her on the bed.
Her legs shake with anticipation and I grip her tight for support. I want to tease her first and make her dance on the edge of orgasm before I even begin.
I kiss her inner thighs first, slowly working my way up with excruciatingly teasing movements that I know are driving her fucking crazy.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I pull her lacy panties off in one smooth motion and kiss the outer folds of her pink, fleshy, dripping pussy lips. She arches her back and moans softly. She’s so fucking sexy when she moans like that.
Precum drips from the tip of my cock, and I know it won’t be long before I let the snake out of its cage.
I move my tongue to spread her pussy lips. I taste the first drops of her sweet nectar as I make my way to her engorged clit.
She moans a little louder now and arches her back again.
I press my face completely between her legs, devouring all her ripe juices.
“Fuck,” she yells as she digs her nails into the back of my head, pressing me closer to her.
I begin to work my magic on her clit, swirling my tongue in slow circles at first.
I could lick the fucking alphabet on her and she’d go nuts.
Speaking of nuts, my balls fucking ache now inside my pants with the need to cum all over this sexy little body of hers.
“Owen…” Her voice is like a song.
Fuck, it’s driving me wild to hear her moan my name like this.
I continue to lick her, slowly at first, and then more frantically as her body shakes and stiffens, over and over again.
She digs her heels into my back and squeezes her legs together as she writhes around in pleasure on under me.
“I think I’m going to come soon,” she warns, and I can’t fucking wait for it.
I take my index finger and push it deep inside of her. I can’t help it, I need that wetness not only dripping from my mouth but also oozing from my fingertips.
Her slick juice is so warm, so fucking good.
She moans harder, louder, faster than before. I know she’s so fucking close, I can literally taste it.
I work magic with my tongue, stroking and flicking against her swollen clit. My finger pushes its way further up inside of her, exploring the dark wetness.
She’s soaking the bed with her sweet essence.
This high is incredible and I never want us to come down.
Yes, I’m that type of guy.
I care just as much about satisfying the woman I’m sleeping with as I do about getting off myself.
I kiss her pussy lips and take a final suck of her clit before she finally succumbs to the eruption of pleasure she holds within.
I unlock the key of desire, crooking my finger and massaging her G-spot, and she comes immediately, almost violently. Her body shakes, trembles, and spasms with the rocking force of her climax.
She moans out, but I don’t stop. I continue to fuck her with my tongue and finger until her body goes limp.
I grin and move up to smile at her.
Her body is soft like jelly as she quivers in the aftermath, in the glistening, sated glow of her orgasm.
“You’re fucking amazing.” She grins back at me with a dazed, relaxed expression.
Her hair, blonde, and gorgeous and long, is spilling delicately over the bed.
Remember how I said I was currently in a brunette phase? I take it back. Because this golden goddess right here is all I fucking want at the moment.
“I know how to treat a lady,” I tease as I move up to kiss her lips. “I want you to taste yourself,” I demand.
“Gladly.” She gives me a mischievous grin.
Fuck yeah.
The passion swirls around us. I need to fuck her—and soon.
She moves from underneath me.
“Now I want to taste you.”
H
er eyes are seductive, and I’m panting with desire as she stares a hole right through my heart.
“What are you going to do?” I growl.
“Watch and learn, master,” she teases, and grips my waist, drawing me closer.
“I want you to be naked.”
“Your wish is my command,” she breathes out with a sexy sigh as she unclasps the black, lacy bra and tosses it away over her head.
My eyes scan her body. Her breasts are perky, tantalizing, and bouncy. Her nipples are pink and perfect. Her pussy, the very one I just tasted is still gleaming in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Her lips are swollen and juicy.
Fuck, I need to fuck her soon.
I instinctively squeeze her breasts, taking each one in a fat, luscious handful.
She eagerly pulls my pants and boxer briefs down, leaving me exposed with my thick rod pointing to the sky.
“Oh my God,” she says as she drinks in how huge my cock is.
I let out a rumbling laugh. Yeah, that’s what everyone says. It’s not often women have been treated to the kind of pleasure I can provide with my thick twelve-inch cock. Yeah, that’s fucking right. You heard me. I’m packing a full foot of man meat that even your imagination can’t do justice to.
“Are you ready for this baby?” I taunt her with it, gripping it in my fist.
She nods her head slowly, seductively. With obvious hunger.
“Come to me, please,” she whispers eagerly.
I move towards her as her lips wrap around my swollen, sensitive cock.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” I egg her on with a shower of compliments.
I never want this to fucking end.
She begins to suck, moving her head up and down like she’s loosening a cork in a bottle of wine. I graze my hands gently through her hair, fanning it out as she works hard on my shaft, going up and down.
She tightens her mouth around me, hollowing out her cheeks and swirling her tongue with intricate detail all over my throbbing cock.
Then she stops a moment and takes her mouth off my cock with a pop, eying me with desire and naughty lust. She takes her tongue and slowly runs it up and down my cock, from the tip to the end and back again.
“Oh fuck,” I groan out as I just fucking revel in what she’s doing to me.
She’s on her knees, naked, her mouth fucking my cock with amazing skill.
She eyes me again, and I can’t take it for one more fucking second. I need to be inside of her.
Precum drips from the tip of my cock and makes a slippery wet mess on her lips.
“I need to fuck you now,” I pant.
“Then, come here baby.” She skirts her nails across my back. “What are you waiting for?”
The room is hot with the movement of our sweaty bodies. The room smells like sex.
She leans back on the bed.
“I’m ready for you to take me,” Molly says seductively.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Molly,” I breathe out as I climb toward her.
I take my hard cock and push it slowly against her swollen pussy lips, moving them apart, teasing them with the head. She cries out with pleasure as I do.
With a grunt, I push myself inside of her, setting up camp and burying my cock balls deep inside of her in one hard thrust, as far as it will go.
I groan out, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Is this really this fucking amazing?
I thought I enjoyed my finger being inside of her, but I had no idea how impossibly good it was going to feel to have her pussy wrapped around my cock.
She moves her hips below me, trying to accommodate the weight of my shaft. I'm too fucking much for her and it's the way it should be.
I pound into her tight little cunt and it's so fuckin good that I can't see or think of anything other than her.
She gasps and cries out with pleasure as I fill her all the way up. Fuller than I know she’s ever been before.
“Oh fuck, Owen,” she pleads. "It's too much."
“I love it when you cry out my name,” I groan and begin to thrust, slowly now, to pace myself and to draw her pleasure out.
She eyes are wide, and I know another climax is rising, threatening to take her to bliss and beyond.
I need to be even deeper though, so I continue to torment her tight pussy with my enormous cock.
Then, fuck it, who wants to go slow?
I start pumping with more force, enthusiasm, and burning need. The sound of my cock pounding in and out of her makes a wet, slopping, suctioning sound that I fucking love and crave.
I grab her hips and flip her over in one smooth move, my cock never even slipping out because she’s gripping it so fucking tightly. I thrust even harder than before as she moans wildly.
She looks back at me over her shoulder, and I watch her facial expression contort with passion-fueled desire.
“Fuck me, Owen,” she cries, and I show her no mercy.
I rail her harder and faster. Her body shakes and then stiffens again. I know I’m edging her closer to orgasm number two with the way I’m plowing into her.
I can tell that she’s in complete ecstasy by the way she’s moaning. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s wet as fuck, soaking the sheets between us, her cum coating my cock and my balls, running down both our thighs.
“You like it, don’t you, naughty girl?” I grin and slap her ass, grinding the words out through my own building pleasure.
“I’m coming!” she moans out as her hands flail around, gripping at the bed cover as her body becomes completely unglued.
She squeezes her pussy together as I hit her G-spot over and over, finally sending her over the edge to orgasm.
“I’m coming!” she screams again, so loudly that I’m sure the entire fucking building can hear her cries of pleasure.
That’s fucking right, baby.
“That’s it, Molly, take that cock like a good girl,” I command, pushing her further into her orgasm with my thrusting, pulsing cock.
Her body shakes and trembles as she convulses, giving herself completely over to her orgasm. I don’t stop my powerful pumping, I keep moving.
I’m a man on a mission.
“Wow,” she moans out.
She’ coming down from the heat of the climax, but I'm done with her yet. I'm still rocking hard inside of her as my hard cock ravages her pussy.
I know I’m going to come soon, I can feel the eruption building. The sensation is like the pull of a magnet, drawing me closer to her.
She spreads her knees further apart, opening herself wider for me, and I continue to stretch her pussy lips with my massive twelve-inch cock.
“I’m going to come all over your sweet juicy tits,” I announce.
In an instant, I pull out of her and flip her onto her back again as my hot load erupts, burning her skin with pleasure. She takes my warm cum as I splash it all over her and rubs it on her nipples.
Little slut.
I groan out as my body shakes from the climax. I shoot what seems like a million gallons of hot, sticky cum all over her, and finally, the last drop drips out of the tip of my cock.
I collapse beside Molly, panting and breathing hard, gasping for air.
“That was incredible.” She says panting as she runs her hands through my hair.
My arms and legs are numb, and I laugh, coming down from the euphoric sensation that I wish would last forever.
“Amazing,” I say, the only word I can muster to escape my lips.
This has to be the best sex I’ve ever had, and that means a lot coming from me.
This strange desire to fucking consume her takes me over even now as we're done.
I know I'm in dangerous territory.
Never do I think about a woman more often than once or twice. But she has a hold on my heart already.
I try to bury it and to go on as if nothing special is brewing between us. But I know there's more.
I'm aware of it and as she, staring i
nto my eyes with a certain amount of awe, I know she's aware of it too.
And I know right now that this won’t be the last time I have to have her.
Good thing my plan includes keeping her around for a while.
Chapter 10
Owen
I’m not one to brag but...
Ah, fuck, who the hell am I kidding? I fucking live to gloat, you should know that by now.
Molly is sleeping naked, beside me and I can hardly tear my eyes away from her.
She’s gorgeous. Stunning actually.
That’s right, I fucking won this round.
I have a beautiful blonde sleeping silently and peacefully on my bed.
This is certainly not the fucking last time she’ll be in my bed.
I’m becoming obsessed.
Girls always flock to me one way or another. But none like her.
She is different and the best fuck I’ve ever had.
That’s a problem for me.
I’m the total fucking package, with a huge package between my legs always ready to go and a huge, never-ending bank account. My libido never ceases, and I’m on fire, having one of the luckiest sexual streaks in the history of man.
But me, Owen fucking Wolfe, playboy extraordinaire, is feeling something deeper than all that.
I trace Molly’s sexy yet slender curves with my eyes, even though she’s sound asleep and out cold to the world. That makes her appear even more fragile and gorgeous, and the soft glow the moonlight casts on her skin makes her appear like an angel.
We fucked all evening.
If you think I’m falling into the trap of love-struck giddiness, then fuck you. I’m not that kind of guy. I don’t get attached.
But fuck if she isn’t gorgeous...and wild...and smart.
I’m just enjoying a hot girl sleeping in my bed beside me. Don’t get any funny ideas that the tough guy’s going soft because it’s not going to happen…trust me.
A few seconds later, I hear the doorbell ring. It’s finally the room service I ordered like a fucking hour ago. What the fuck were they doing down there? Clearly moving at a snail’s pace. And I’m not fucking happy about having to wait.
“Good evening, sir,” the bellhop greets me with the tray beside him.
He’s wearing the standard traditional red suit with white gloves and a gold-rimmed hat. I live in this building for a reason—it’s the nicest in town and the amenities are plentiful.
