by Brisa Starr
“Damn, Alyson,” he says and reaches under me to my clit and starts rubbing it fiercely.
“Oh, Adron. Yes,” I whimper in appreciation. “Please, that feels so good,” I moan, trying to grind harder into his hand, while still bucking backwards to meet his seismic thrusts.
He rubs my throbbing nub harder, taking me to the top of the roller coaster, and I’m just about to fall into orgasmic oblivion. “Please, please, please, oh god, don’t stop, I’m almost there,” I whine and whimper.
He pumps me faster, rubs me harder. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my big cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His words ignite flames in my body and I’m just about to climax. He slams harder into me, and I cry out as my insides explode into a cloud of desire raining down over me. I’m coming down the hill on the other side, waves of pure pleasure passing through my body, which continues shaking with aftershocks as he slams into me more, faster, harder, and I’m like a rag doll under him as he claims his own orgasm.
“Fuck. Alyson! I’m coming! Oh fuck, yes. Your pussy feels so good.”
His thrusts slow down as he ejaculates half a dozen streams of his seed into me. He collapses on my back and we lie there together, until our breathing slows and matches, in sync. My mind is blank, and my heart is filled.
I never knew it could be like this.
He peels himself off me and slowly pulls out. He removes the condom, ties it off, and drops it on the floor. As I lay there, face-down on the bed, I look over to the corner of the room and see the rose quartz. I smirk, and I wonder if Auntie Jenna is a white witch who’s put a spell on me. Or him. Or both of us.
“Now, for that shower,” he says and turns me over. He bends down and picks me up. Fuck, he’s strong, and it turns me on again in spite of the orgasm that just blasted through me like a freight train.
He carries me to the shower, and without putting me down, he turns the water on. “Time for me to clean you and worship you even more,” he says darkly, and my insides twist with heat.
He gently sets my feet down on the gray tile floor and stands us under the warm, softly spraying water. He depresses the dispenser and lathers up some soap in his hands. He washes my shoulders and arms, moving to my breasts and fondling my nipples. They’re hard and ready for more of his attention.
The slipperiness of his soap-lathered hands sliding all over my body makes me feel sexy, and I arch my tits into his palms, begging for more. He pinches my nipples and turns me around so my back is to him. He slides his hands up and down on my back, washing me, and then his hands slip around to my front where he cups my breasts again, squeezing, pinching, before moving his hands down to my throbbing pussy, already engorged and dripping wet for him again.
He separates my lips with his fingers and cleans my pussy thoroughly with the slippery soap before rinsing the soap off his hands. He cups his hand between my legs, allowing water to collect, and he uses it to rinse my pussy. He goes for another pump of soap and lathers his hands again. He turns me around to face him, and I wrap my arms around him, lifting my lips up to kiss him. Our mouths meet and we hungrily kiss each other, desperate for each other’s taste and breath. His hands slide down my lower back, to my ass cheeks, and he cups them, washing them, massaging them.
He spreads my ass cheeks and reaches his hand between them, soaping up and lathering my asshole, cleaning me. Holy shit… I’m panting, breathing heavy... scared and excited about what he’s doing. Touching me where no man has ever touched me before. He leans down and kisses me, biting my lower lip as he gently slips the tip of his middle finger inside my asshole. My head drops back, delirious, and heat detonates through my body. He pulls his finger out and circles my asshole with the slippery soap again before plunging it back into me.
“Ahhh…” I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head, loving the foreign and hot sensation this sexy, bad boy is giving me. “Oh god,” I moan.
“That’s my girl,” he says and pulls his finger out. He kneels in front of me and looks up at me, his eyes midnight blue, stormy, and full of promise. “This is my altar. May I worship you?”
“Yes, my love,” I say looking down, fire in my eyes for him, as I feel myself becoming addicted to his touch. His eyes perfectly reflect my sentiment, and I’m overcome with devotion for him, as he kneels to show his devotion to me.
I throw my head back as his mouth explores my pussy and his tongue slips between the folds of my lips. He flicks and licks my clit and inserts his fingers into my cunt. I run my hands through his hair and pull his mouth harder onto my pussy, wanting to grind myself on his teeth.
“Oh god, Adron, I love your mouth on me.” I breathe heavily and sigh, “Holy shit, I’m going to come again.”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he says, and he pulls his head back to look up at me, worshiping me, and my blood hammers through my body, a steady pounding rhythm like a tribal ceremony worshiping the gods. He brings his face back to my pussy and licks me with regular, delicious, firm strokes. He stops just long enough to say, “Come on my mouth, sweetheart. I need to drink you, taste you, I need your spicy honey, Alyson.”
“Yes, yes, please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he says, his words muffled by my pussy and the water rushing over his mouth. He flicks his tongue hard and fast on my clit, and it takes me right to the edge. Needing more, I grind my cunt on his face and, there it is... the orgasm takes over as my body shakes and shivers with a slow, delicious coming. My head droops back and my legs weaken. He stands up, putting his arms around me to hold me up.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“God yes,” I reply.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He steps out of the shower and returns a moment later with his fully erect cock sheathed in a condom. I guess he had one ready.
He hefts me up on his waist and I wrap my legs around him. He pushes my back up against the wall and lifts his leg a bit to hold me up. He grabs his huge cock and positions under me to find my slit. He shoves it up inside me and he holds me up, my legs wrapped around him as he fucks me against the slick tile wall.
Our bodies are slippery, hot, and wet, and the steam of the shower engulfs us. He’s pumping me slow, sensuously, and looking into my eyes. I wrap my arms around him, holding on to him while he takes pleasure in my body writhing, and I close my eyes.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I do as he says.
He pumps me more and groans, unearthly desire shooting from his eyes and meeting mine.
“Oh fuck, Alyson, fuck, I’m about to come,” he says and pulls out, setting me down on the tile. “Kneel,” he says, and I immediately drop to my knees in front of him, the water spraying onto my back. He whips off the condom and drops it onto the shower floor.
“Open your mouth and keep your hands down,” he demands, and I do as he says. He’s stroking his magnificent cock in front of me and I want so badly to reach up and touch him, but I follow his orders and keep my at my sides.
He’s stroking his cock faster now, harder. “Spread your legs and touch yourself while I come in your mouth.” I eagerly do what he says, raging with a whole new desire at the sexy sight before me. His wet, hard, chiseled body stands strongly before me, commanding me, and he looks down at me like he owns me, while he’s getting ready to fill my mouth with his warm cum.
“Here it comes, sweetheart,” he says, and four streams of thick, white cum shoot out of him — two all over my face and lips, and two in my open mouth.
“Oh god, fuck yes,” he rumbles as his body tenses, then trembles, and then relaxes.
He towers over me, bracing himself with his hands on the shower wall. I look up, and our eyes meet as he looks down on me. I lick my lips, getting all of his cum that I can, and I make a proud display of swallowing, and then smile to show my appreciation.
He stands straight and extends his hand to help me up. I stand, and he turns off the shower. He reaches for a towel and gently towels me dry, not saying a word, but co
mmunicating a flood of emotions with his eyes. I match him wordlessly, and he knows it.
13
Adron
I finish drying myself and wrap the towel around my waist. She looks at me, and I wonder if she’s had enough, my cock stirring at the thought. I cup her chin, tilting her face toward mine, and I inhale her essence, falling into her doe eyes. I smile, and she raises an eyebrow.
“You’re not ready for another round yet, are you?” she purrs, and her eyes widen with both excitement and desire, but I sense a bit of hesitancy, too, try as she does to hide it.
I tease her to see how far she’ll go. “I was thinking that I hadn’t had my fill of you yet,” I say, my eyes boring into hers.
She bites. I should’ve known my sexy firecracker would take the dare I volleyed up for her. “Then fill me up, hot stuff,” she replies.
“You’re something else,” I chuckle. “First, I’m feeding you.”
“You just did, in the shower.” She stands up straighter, ready for more, and she licks her full lips. “And, I’d love more.”
“I’ll bet you would, and I would, too. But I’m referring to steak. I’m making you dinner tonight.”
“Mmm, that would make a great second course,” she says, batting her captivating eyes at me.
“Put on a dress, and no undies. I want easy access to your pussy.” I grab my clothes from the floor and leave her, mouth gaping, as I walk out of the room.
I walk over to the casita to get some clean boxers and cargo shorts. I don’t want to be away from her for even the time it takes me to get dressed. I want that woman. I just had her, twice, and I want her again, more of her. I made her accept that she was mine in the heat of the moment, but I don’t know if she meant it… contracts made under duress are not binding. I know I sure as hell meant it. I’m hopeful, though. She did call me “love” back there. She might not know I heard her, but I did.
She’s the one.
I want to love her, marry her, and live out my days with her.
When she slipped off the side of the mountain, I had what I can only describe as an out-of-body experience. I briefly imagined the horror of losing her. In that moment, I knew she was it for me. I knew I’d never want another woman again. I didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone else. She’s my queen, and I want to serve her for the rest of my life, worship her between her legs at my altar until the end of my days. And I want to be her king, commanding her to kneel before me, sucking my cock off whenever I ask. Or, hell, whenever she demands.
She damn near loosed all of my secrets from me today. I wanted to tell her about the inheritance, but I was afraid she would think that’s why I’m pursuing her so heavily. I need her to know I’m falling for her because of her, and nothing else.
I spin my stainless steel ring.
When am I going to tell her?
And how?
I sit at my music station and feel the urge to explore the question with music. My muse always answers my questions, whenever I show her the respect to ask the question properly. I play the keyboard, and before I know it, fifteen minutes have passed. I feel closer to an answer.
Then, yes! I have an idea, and my heart quickens.
I hope it works.
I head back to the house, and she’s outside walking the dogs.
“I’ll get the steaks out and heat the grill,” I tell her. I pull her against me and kiss her, possessing her mouth, implying promises for later. Breathless, she gazes up at me in a daze, a smile slowly spreading on her face. “See you inside in a bit,” I say and playfully swat her beautiful ass as I leave. I feel her watching my back as I go inside, and a feeling of warmth spreads through me.
The steaks are on the grill, and I’m pouring the wine into glasses when she comes inside. I offer her a glass, and she takes it, tipping it to me in a toast.
“To your delicious cock,” she says.
“To your succulent pussy,” I counter, and then test the waters... “only for me.”
She takes a heavy sip of the wine and answers, “Yes,” with her dusky eyes, glittering and inviting me into her soul. I exhale and relish the thought.
I plate the ribeye steaks, a pound each and beautifully marbled with flavorful fat. I add more wine to our glasses, and we opt for the high-top chairs at the counter. I crush sea salt between my fingers and sprinkle it on top of each steak before pushing hers in front of her.
She reaches for one of the bottles of hot sauce on the counter in front of us. I cringe.
“Hot sauce? On a perfectly delicious steak, paired perfectly with this cabernet?”
“Sorry,” she says and gives me a sheepish grin.
“No, you’re not,” I reply, and she splashes hot sauce all over the steak. I’m appalled, but I laugh. That’s my fireball woman.
“So, dinner is just steaks and wine?” she inquires.
“Well, no, it’s steaks, wine, and hot sauce, apparently.”
She laughs and takes another bite. Halfway through chewing her bite, she licks her lips, “It’s great. Bravo to the chef!” She claps her hands. “I could so get used to this.”
My heart skips a beat at her last words. I look at her and say, “You will.”
Her chewing slows, she swallows audibly, and she takes another sip of her wine. She didn’t fight what I said. That’s good. Maybe she’ll make good on her promise to be mine that she made in the bedroom.
I pour more wine. She looks so beautiful, a sexy goddess, a queen. My sexy goddess queen. She looks back at me, and I see her nipples harden under her pale-yellow cotton dress. I want to throw her on the counter and fuck her into tomorrow.
“Did you do as I said and forgo the panties?”
“Yes.” She takes another bite of her steak.
“Good.” Then I answer her original question. “Yes, dinner is steak and wine. Simplicity… no decisions to be made. It’s easy and makes you strong.”
“I like that philosophy for life,” she says. “I’m sort of forced to live that way. I’m limited by whatever fits in my car.”
“Yes, we need to talk about that.”
“What?” she asks earnestly. I see a tinge of fearful curiosity in her eyes. “Nothing, for now. We’ll talk about it later.”
I clear the plates and take them to the sink. I walk back over to her and she’s still sitting on the high-top chair. I stand behind her and reach around her, spreading her legs. I push up her dress and ask, “Are you ready for dessert?”
“Yes,” she breathes huskily, and I bring my fingers slowly up her leg, teasing. I pinch her inner thigh, and she moans and drops her head back. It bumps softly on my chest. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I say, and she rocks her hips in a circular rhythm.
“Mmmmm,” she moans, her eyes closed.
I draw my fingers higher and feel the soft, silky hair of her bush. “That’s it,” I whisper. I love that there’s no thong between my hand and her pussy. I reach her clit and gently pinch it between my fingers, and she gasps, arching her back into me. I part her pussy lips with my fingers and slide my middle finger up and down her slit, opening her and drawing out her wetness, glazing her engorged lips until they’re slick and begging for me to finger fuck her.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re dripping wet for me. Mmm. Your pussy is mine.” I stick my finger in her, causing her to gasp softly. With my other hand, I cup her breast, and her moan begs for more. I squeeze her nipple hard through her dress, and her head drops to the side, exposing her pale, vulnerable neck, and I kiss her there, licking at first and then biting her, sucking.
“Ahhh…” she gasps but doesn’t pull away. I’m sucking her neck, pinching her nipple, and pinching her clit, a combination of pain and pleasure, and her writhing body wants more. I suck harder, branding her – because she’s mine. She allows me to do this to her, knowing full well I’m marking her as my own, for all others to see.
I release her neck from my mouth and swivel her chair to face me. “Come closer, to the edge,” I
command, and she slides her ass toward me.
I push her dress up and kneel in front of her, the high-top chair placing her at the perfect height for my mouth. I lean forward and reward her for not wearing underwear by plunging my tongue into the folds of her quivering pussy.
“Ahhhh… Adron, yes.”
I flick her clit with my tongue, just about to get her off again and then fuck her senseless, when Elliott and Yvon come barreling into the room and charge into me.
“Dammit, Elliott, Yvon, stop!” I swat them away and stand up. “For Christ’s sake, evil timing, boys. Do you know nothing?”
Alyson laughs despite having her orgasm highjacked by these mutts. She looks at the wall clock and says, “Whoops, you’re a bad influence, Adron. The poor things are hungry! I didn’t give them their afternoon meal.”
She slides off the chair and does a brief shimmy shake with her hips like she’s righting her girl parts after my mauling, and she heads into the pantry for the dogs’ dry food.
She calls over her shoulder, “Can you get their raw food from the fridge, please?”
“Sure,” I say and head to the refrigerator, when I hear Alyson scream.
“AHHHHH ADRON!” I drop the container of raw food, the lid flying off, and raw organ meats splattering on the ground like a horror scene as I run to her.
She’s armed with a broom and laughing now, “Come on, boy, come on, scoot the hell out of here before I lose my shit.”
I look over her shoulder and see a giant, hairy tarantula on the floor. She’s gently guiding it out of the pantry with the broom.
“Whoa. Alyson, be careful.”
“I would stab the shit out of it, but I remembered it’s your spirit animal, and your tattoo flashed before my eyes. I couldn’t hurt it, so I’m trying to coax it outside, very far from here.
“Come on, baby, come on, that’s a good boy, let’s go,” she says to the hairy-ass spider. And, by god, it’s doing what she says.
“Do you want some help? And how do you know it’s a boy?”
