by Vivien Vale
Inch by glorious inch, he's entering me, and I'm almost ready to come just thinking of the power of the man behind the cock.
He lifts my hips up and down easily so that he finds a steady rhythm that I follow. I circle and grind on him, but most of all I feel connected.
This isn't the same angry sex we had the other day.
That was mind-blowing, but I feel more in tune with him tonight. Maybe it's because we're both a little tipsy, I don't know. But things are different.
I'm in sync with him emotionally and physically. We're fucking so hard and I scream out his name as it gets more intense.
"Xavier, I'm gonna come," I say, with a slight tone of desperation in my voice.
"Okay, baby, come. I want you to come for me," he says.
See, he's acting nicer already.
I move my hips around his cock and it feels so good, my G-spot is aching for it. My whole body starts to vibrate and I'm on the precipice of a thunderous orgasm.
I breathe, scratch my fingernails into his shoulders, and ride him hard, to the point that I reach oblivion.
Waves of ecstasy flow within my entire being. It's just him and me now as the world dissolves, everything disappearing except the feeling of my pussy gripping his cock as I convulse and shake.
I cry out and this seems to make him want to come also. He holds my hips steady and then crashes into me from underneath.
His cock is covered with my cum and he slides into me quicker. The slick sounds make me crazy with lust. I'm riding the waves of the last orgasm but I feel a new one coming right on its heels.
"Uhh, I'm gonna come again," I moan.
My words seem to make him happy and a smile crosses his face. He's getting his fill and so am I.
He's fucking me so hard and the sensation of it is almost too much. My body feels like it will shatter into a million pieces with another orgasm. Each wave heightens the next.
My emotions are torn. I fucking love this guy and I fucking hate him.
I grip his neck and hold him close because I'm gonna come again. He sucks my tits and it's all over for both of us. He and I come at exactly the same time together, as one in unison, and it's fucking amazing.
He lets out one hard gasp as he reaches his climax. I'm in mine and he can likely tell because my pussy is tightening around his cock, milking every last drop of cum from him. Our cum mixes together and slides down my thighs.
"That was incredible," I say, almost whimpering.
It was the relief we both needed all night long. It's what we both wanted and yet neither of us seem prepared to admit the extent of our feelings. I think he has this same weirdly twisted mix of love/hate that I do.
He holds me still on his lap for a couple minutes as he pumps every last drop of cum into me. My heart starts to calm down and I sink back down to earth.
He pulls out of me. I let go of his neck and get up, walking to the bar naked.
"Fuck, that was so good. Mind if I make a drink?"
He's looking at me with wonder. I'd give anything to know what he's thinking.
"I'll make you one too," I say.
I reach for his top-shelf liquor and pour us both a shot of vodka. First, I shake it with ice so that it will go down cold.
I bring him the drink as he lazes on the couch. He's watching me. I think it's his new favorite hobby.
I love to tantalize him with my body. I walk around naked to make sure he swiftly gets hard again.
"To us," I say, joining him on the couch.
He has an odd expression on his face, as though he's questioning my motives or something, like he doesn't trust me. What the fuck?
Once again, a mysterious element surrounds him and I think I'm risking everything by being with yet another bad boy. What am I getting myself into?
But I ignore his odd expression, not wanting to ruin the moment.
We clink glasses and down the vodka. It's smooth and it does the job of taking the edge off. It helps me to relax into the pleasurable rebellious sensations that are still pulsating throughout my body. My body is betraying me with this guy. I know I shouldn't, but I really must.
Life is never boring with Xavier. I wonder how much longer it will last?
Xavier
Having just slept with Allie after a long night of back-and-forth exchanges and sexual tension between us, I feel pretty fucking good. But I'm not done with her yet.
I can't seem to get enough of her. Allie is everything I've dreamed of and more. And yet I'm dismayed because I have these conflicting emotions of wanting to love her and to make her mine, and of wanting to punish her for the pain she caused me in the past.
I don't know how much of that emotional turmoil is driving this lust driven behavior, but I can't seem to get my fill of her.
Right now, she's sauntering about naked in my apartment and the view is pretty damn good. Allie has a smoking hot body and I'll never tire of watching her face.
Her body against the backdrop of the city that infiltrates every view from the penthouse is perfect. She could be a true supermodel if she tried. She's all legs and limbs, everything streamlined and tight.
It's not every day you see a body like this. I know she had a bad agent, but I still don't understand how she's not risen to the top. How is she not gracing every runway under the sun?
That I'll never know, and she may not either once I'm done with her career, but I shift those thoughts out of my mind for the moment.
She brings me a shot of vodka and we clink glasses before I take it down in one smooth mouthful. She's made sure to make use of my most expensive bottle. This girl likes the life of luxury even though I'm sure her modeling affords her practically nothing.
I wish I could say that Allie has more extravagance coming to her in the future, but at this point I don't know what the future holds for Allie. Her career will be at a standstill, all because of me.
Maybe she's starting to break down my walls. I wish she hadn't betrayed me in the past and I didn't have to be this guy, this person out for revenge. But I have to. Who am I to say it won't happen again?
No, no way. I have to keep my guard up. I can't let her penetrate my fortress, my guarded heart.
She's charismatic and she has an infectious personality, but I can't let that sway me from my past and my path of destruction towards her.
For the time being at least, I have her holed up in my place and she's all mine. I wanted to claim her all night long in that club. I don't even know why I brought Olivia when I only have eyes for Allie.
There's an unspoken tension between us, of desire unfulfilled. It lingers and it's palpable and obvious. I know she feels it too; how could she not?
I like her not knowing exactly where she stands with me, though. It gives me all the power and I like it that way.
"Okay, Allie, come on." I beckon her to follow me back to the bedroom.
I intend to claim her over and over throughout the night. I want her to be so sore from the size of my cock that she's remembering it with pure satisfaction for the next couple days. She'll remember me forever. I have no doubt.
She and I are both definitely a little tipsy right now, and that last shot of vodka didn't help. Or did it?
I pick her up and throw her down onto my enormous bed. Here I can have my way with her.
She's waiting there for me and she looks so small, so fucking fragile. Her vulnerability turns me on and it makes me feel possessive of her, like I would kill anybody that laid a hand on her that wasn't me. She's all mine.
I shut the door and the room's pitch black. I can feel the shift in her demeanor and she's quivering in hopeful, anxious anticipation of what I'm about to do to her.
The low lighting turns on and I go to the drawer of my armoire and pull out a couple of things. I have the silk blindfold that she wore before. I like her to feel me, not see me. I also grab a silk tie. Might as well take this thing even further.
She sees what I have in my hand and the intensity in the roo
m magnifies. Her eyes widened as it registers what's about to come. I slip the blindfold over her eyes and then I flip her over so that I can tie her hands behind her back.
Having her tied up like this, vulnerable to my every whim and desire, makes me feel so powerful. So fucking hard.
I get off on this kind of thing and having it with Allie enhances the experience tenfold. It's the feeling I want to have with her. I can't explain why I just want to dominate her.
"Can you see?" I say.
"No," she says with a slight quiver in her voice.
I love that I make her this nervous. Even with the alcohol in her system, liquid courage so to say, she can't help but be a little fearful of me.
It's because I force her to explore unknown places. She was probably unaware of her desire to submit until she met me.
I bring her to new peaks of pleasure that she's never known, and yet commingled with that is a sense of pain. The pleasure-pain experience is what she craves and it's what I can deliver.
"Are you ready for this?" I ask.
"Yes," she breathes.
She doesn't even know what she just said yes to. I go to the side table beside the bed and pull out a couple more items. One thing I take out is a huge dildo which I intend on using on her very well. And then I pull out a little vibrator. Might as well make this interesting.
"What are those?" she asks.
"Shh," I caution her. "You'll find out soon."
She's tied up and blindfolded, bent over my bed, with her beautiful ass in the air. I take the vibrator and slowly insert it into her wet pussy. I know it's wet for me but she's not gonna have me just yet.
She gasps as I insert the toy deep inside her. Then I click on the button and it starts to vibrate and to rotate around.
I move the toy in and out slowly as it pulsates circles around inside of her. She's breathing hard and I can tell this is going to bring her maximum pleasure.
I do it for a while until I think she might explode. I can't have her coming just yet. Let's draw it out some more.
It's time to get my fill. I pull her over to the side of the bed so that her face is in line with the edge. Then I push my cock down her throat.
From my standing position, I have great access to her mouth and throat.
I hear her choking and breathing around my cock and it only serves to harden me more. I'm turned on, almost to a level that's more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I thrust and pump into her more but the sensation of her lips around me and her tongue sliding along my shaft, well, it's gonna make me come sooner than expected. I pull out.
Then I get onto the bed and take her from behind. I spread her open wide and use the little vibrator to circle her clit as I enter her.
"Xavier," she moans. "You're so fucking good. Fuck, I'm gonna explode."
Does she know that every time she breathes my name I get a little more determined to make it the only name she ever utters this way again?
The date was fun, the verbal sparring and sexual tension, but it's all been leading to this. This moment of me inside of her, her ultimate surrender, it's all we both care about.
Nothing gets better than this. We have a fucking connection. Something unexpected. I can't deny that anymore.
I fuck her gently at first. I just want to savor the sensation of her pussy tightening around me. Allie is everything and more and I don't know what I'm getting into, but for the moment I let myself sink deeper into her and into the awareness of our connection. It's all coming together.
The world is hazy and I just see Allie's blonde hair everywhere and her breathing intensifies to keep up with me.
She's all I have, and all I want, but even I can't admit this just yet. It's too real to acknowledge, so deep that it scares the shit out of me. What the fuck is happening with this girl?
Allie
My hands are tied behind my back, I'm blindfolded, and he's pressing me down on the bed as he fucks me from behind.
It doesn't get much more intense than this.
I don't know what I did to merit his scorn and fury, but it all feels good in my body, so I'm game.
This all started in the club. The heated exchanges between us, the fact that he brought another girl, all of it was leading to this moment. What he did made me furious and a part of me can't even believe I went to bed with him anyway.
At the same time, the sexual buildup, the energy that was vacillating between us in the club, it all led to this moment.
And to me, this moment is special. I have never been tied up before Xavier. I've never let a guy blindfold me and do things to me with sex toys. I feel like this is virgin territory, and oh my God, what have I been missing out on?
Sex with him is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He's dominant and controlling and yet also acutely aware of what it is I want and need.
There's an unspoken boundary he will not cross. I feel strangely sure that he’ll never hurt me. He doesn't deserve to have my trust yet, but he has it. He owns me, at least for this moment.
I never dreamed I would be tied up like this. I've never gone to such extremes as with this guy, but with Xavier extremes are necessary. It takes a lot to satisfy him. He tries to claim me on every level, body, mind, and spirit. And now, as the world is darkened by my blindfold, he's taking me to new levels.
Everything's sensory. The feeling of his shaft sliding slowly into me. The sound of his harsh breathing as he pumps into me and has his way with my pussy that's aching and throbbing.
All I can think of is when? When can I come? He likes to call the shots on that, and in a weird way I want to obey that. I want to fucking please him, and I don't know why.
I try to catch my breath, but it’s impossible. His gigantic cock feels so good, filling me up in every way. The sensation of pleasure rises and falls and I'm ready to just ride that wave, but before I have a chance, he pulls out another trick of the trade.
He's got some kind of little vibrator pressed against my clit. Now the feelings are varied. I want to come from inside, deeply, and from without. The combination will result in a dangerous explosion that will leave me dizzy for days.
I know what he's doing. He's taking me so far over the edge that I'll never forget this night. I'll never forget him. Not that I could if I tried.
He circles my clit over and over again and the effect is tantalizing. This, combined with the feel of his gigantic cock filling me up, well, I'm about to come whether he wants me to or not.
The idea of it is glorious, but I'm trying to ride the surge of pleasure as best I can so as not to disappoint the man in charge.
I'd do anything for him. I sincerely think that, and yet it's so early. What am I even doing here?
I try not to climax and not to let it all fall into million crashing pieces, but it's hard to hold back.
I know the more I hold back, the more explosive it will be. If I can hang on a little longer then I'll be able to come again and again and again, and I won't be able to stop. I'll have multiple orgasms back to back and this is likely what he craves.
Xavier really is that good. He's everything I could ever want, and I feel myself falling for him in more ways than one.
Nothing makes sense except the quality of this moment. The feel of his giant manhood thrusting in and out, in perfect sync with my own rhythmic buildup is just too good.
Fucking him is magical. I try to spread open wider to take in all of him. It's always a pleasure I would literally die for to feel inch after gratifying inch of him inside me.
He's just circling my clit with that fucking vibrator and it feels so divine, but the feeling is torturous as well. I feel my climax rising from there and from deep within. It's gonna be insane, he's made sure of that.
My heart races as I take in the fullness of him. I feel buildup from every direction like nothing I’ve felt yet with him. He thrusts into me a little harder, and that's it, I have to come.
"Xavier, I'm coming. I can't help it,
" I cry out.
"That's good, baby," he says. "Just let it go."
And I do. I let it go all around his fucking enormous cock. A giant flood of sensations encompass me. My pussy is pulsating and it's warm and gushing what feels like gallons of cum all over his cock.
This makes it easier for me to accommodate his width and he takes the opportunity to thrust in and out with more force than ever, like our fucking lives depend on it.
He's turned on by my release, knowing it's all because of him.
The wetness of my sticky cum surrounds his entire shaft and he starts to pummel me quickly. He's fucking me so hard, and when I think of how connected we are, it makes me feel like I’m going to come all over again.
The many peaks rise and fall, as I come without being able to stop. He sprays his essence inside of me and the warm fluid comingles with my own.
Things are not just surface with him. It's not just lust. There's something deeper here. I know it. And that to me, is sexier than anything else.
Being connected to him, to another person like this, is enough to make me come for days.
My orgasm rolls into one and then another. I'm having the most intense orgasms fo my life, and all I can do is moan and cry out his name. It's probably exactly what he wants. He loves to hear me begging for it. And beg I do.
"Good girl,” he says. "Just let it go. You know you want to."
I do want to. His name is the only thing on my lips. He's consuming me with his presence and it's all I can think about.
"Xavier, I want you so bad. It's only you." I don’t even know what I’m saying I’m so lost in this orgasmic haze.
Every time I say his name it's like a new release of testosterone goes pulsing through him.
He flips me over so that I'm on my back, but my hands are tied above my head. I still can't see him, but I can sense what's about to happen.
He pushes my legs back so that he can have full access to my sopping wet pussy. And soon he's sliding that enormous shaft right back inside of me.
He's in it for the long haul like a fucking marathon. I'm spent as all hell, but Xavier hasn't had his fill.
