by Lana Hartley
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.”
Her 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 into 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.
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.
“Thanks,” I grumble and give him a tip as he pushes the cart inside the penthouse.
He thanks me for the tip and turns to leave, going back down the same hallway he came from.
I close the door behind me and bring the tray to the bedroom, gently placing it down on the bed beside the still sleeping Molly.
I’m surprised that the doorbell didn’t wake her up; she must be a heavy sleeper.
At any rate, I’m getting fucking bored as shit having to sit here by myself, and I’d rather enjoy the meal with her than without her, so I decide to kiss her to wake her from her dreamy slumber.
“Hey,” I whisper and gently rub the small of her back, right above her beautiful ass. “Wake up, baby.”
Molly stirs and sighs, but she doesn’t come out of her dozing state. I kiss her cheek, then her neck and feel her reaction by the goosebumps rising on her skin.
Molly opens her eyes and blinks while she adjusts to the light in the room. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at me in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” she says sleepily.
“Nothing’s wrong. I have dinner here for us.”
I point to the tray of delicacies from the five-star kitchen of The Avalon, which has also been featured in tons of swanky magazines for its top rated, world-renowned chefs.
“Um…” Molly chuckles and eyes the food.
“My offer to you was and still is to buy you dinner,” I explain. “I never ever break any of the promises I make.” I eye her with a cocky grin.
“I suppose you don’t,” she laughs, and shakes her head. “You’re proving your point well, sir,” she says with a smile.
“Thank you,” I say as I open the lids to the plates. “Shall we dig in?”
“Where did you get this food?” Molly scratches her head and yawns.
I fucking love how comfortable she already is around me. Most girls can never get to that point with me because I intimidate them.
I know what you’re thinking, that I’m becoming mushy and stuff loving this time with Molly. Well, I assure you it’s not true.
You try being here in my position with her sparkling eyes looking up at you with such lust and hunger even now after a night of fucking.
She’s insatiable and so am I.
“I ordered it from downstairs,” I say.
“Downstairs?” Molly repeats in apprehensive question.
“Room service.” I take the lids off the trays.
“Wow,” Molly says. “That’s quite impressive. The only thing my apartment building has is a laundry room,” she chuckles.
“I have to pay extra for this feature,” I admit. “It’s worth it, though. I spare no expense for convenience and luxury.”
“I can see th
at.” Molly nods in agreement, a slight smile on her lips.
She wraps a blanket from the bed around her body and sits on the bed.
See? I can be a gentleman if I really put my mind to it.
I hand her a plate of filet mignon with a side of cranberry salad and white truffle cakes for dessert.
I offer her a glass of wine and she takes it gratefully.
“That’s a rare vintage,” I say, tucking into my steak.
She eats and I watch her.
She drinks and I watch her.
I want to know everything there is to know about this woman who’s entered my life so hastily.
“You know, I’m kind of a wine aficionado,” I say trying to impress her.
Something about this moment makes me feel as though I can’t live without her, despite all my bragging and thinking it is what it is.
“Yeah? Why does that not surprise me, Owen Wolfe?” she says with a smile.
Hearing my name on her lips makes me want more.
I imagine the way she was begging for me. And I imagine that happening every night of my damn life.
But this is not who I am.
I’m above this sort of thing.
And I’m not going to say what you’re all thinking. This isn’t love. For one thing, love doesn’t happen so quickly. It grows on you, right? And for another, just because I’m feeling high from the nectar of her sweet pussy does not mean a damn thing.
I decide to get to the truth of the matter. I would love to know what really brought Molly to my doorstep, to my foyer in lingerie.
I close my eyes for a sec to just remember that fucking moment when she did that and blew me away with her brazenness and when she looked so hot.
Fuck, what a sight.
“So, what suddenly changed your mind?” I ask.
I examine her as she sips the pinot thoughtfully.
“Change my mind about what?” she says as if she doesn’t know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about.
Something tells me Molly guards her body pretty tightly. I don’t see her giving it up to just anyone. She has fucking standards and that makes my cock harden just to think of it.
She chose me after all. And now I want to know why, besides my obvious charm and ambition and twelve-inch cock.
I digress.
“You know, what was the selling point that made you to call me after all and take me up on my offer?”
