by Marilyn Lee
She moaned in helpless pleasure as he cupped one hand over her breasts, fingered her clit with the other hand, and buried his lips against her neck, below her ear. As he stroked his delicious cock into her, he filled her ears with heated, love words. Just hearing him whisper how tight and sweet her cunt was, combined with the powerful movement of his cock, and his gentle, but relentless assault on her clit, sent her into a shattering climax in just a matter of minutes.
He came moments later, biting softly at her neck and clutching her tightly as he filled her with his seed. When he slumped against her back, she smiled sleepily, thrusting her hips back against him to keep his satiated cock in her as long as possible.
As he pulled out of her, she felt their combined juices trickling down her leg. Feeling totally sensual and loving it, she smiled and turned in his arms. They kissed, stumbled onto the sleeping bag together, and tumbled in each other's arms.
On the verge of falling asleep, she knew she was letting herself in for heartbreak. But she couldn't give him up until she had to.
Their lovemaking that weekend was completely uninhibited and every fiber of her being told her she and Damon belonged together. She didn't know how she could keep him once he learned the truth, but she'd have to find a way.
Her eyes glistened with tears on the drive back to the city. She'd had a taste of paradise with him and she didn't want to think beyond the moment. But Karen's return would expose her. Then what?
"Sweetheart, I was wondering if you'd given any thought to marriage?" he asked as they stood outside her apartment door saying goodnight. "To me, I mean. I know there's the difference in our ages, but without sounding immodest, I think I have a lot to offer you to compensate for that. I'm successful and I can give you anything you want within reason and—”
Her first reaction was one of utter jubilation. Then reality set in. It was Karen he wanted to marry. She pressed a finger against his warm lips. "Age is not the problem, Damon."
"But there is a problem?"
"I…why do you ask…I mean about marriage?"
"Why do you think?" Although he smiled, he seemed unsure of himself. "I never expected to feel this…level of contentment and joy with another woman. Being with you makes everything…don't you think we make a perfect pair?"
"Yes," she admitted. "And I'd like to get married, yes…”
His smile vanished. "There's a but in your voice."
"I don't want it just yet is all," she lied.
"You don't want it just yet or you don't want it with me?"
She stared up at him. How could he ask that after she'd given herself so freely and shamelessly to him? "I don't want it just yet. You are a great guy…”
"But?"
"No buts. You're a great guy, a fantastic lover, sweet, and considerate. What more could a woman want?"
"I don't know. You seem to want more." He looked doubtful. "Should I be…discouraged?"
"Oh, no, Damon!" If only she could find a way out of the mess she'd made she'd marry him in a minute. Forget marriage. She'd live with him if he wanted.
"Are you sure, sweetheart? I'd rather know now if you're not interested in me that way. I—”
Stretching, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his in a series of intimate open-mouth kisses. He responded with a passion and desire that left her trembling with need.
"Does that feel like I'm not interested in you?" She stroked his cheek. "I am very interested in you, Damon, and I am very sure that you shouldn't be discouraged."
He sighed. "Okay, but I wish you'd give some serious consideration to marrying me."
She bit her lip and averted her gaze. "I will, Damon. Just give me a little time to get used to the idea that you want to marry me."
The night before Karen and Mike were due back from Vegas, she invited him on a dinner cruise.
"And you want to pick me up, pay for dinner, and drive me home? That's…so sweet…incredible."
His obvious pleasure at the simple invitation surprised her. "Haven't you ever been asked out by a woman?" she asked.
He shook his head. "None that mattered."
After dinner they walked along the riverfront in the moonlight, holding hands.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked suddenly.
She shook her head. Her whole world was about to come tumbling down around her and there was nothing she could do about it. Once he learned the truth, she knew she'd never see him again. "Wrong? Nothing. Why do you ask?"
"You've been preoccupied all night. I hope I'm not starting to bore you."
She was amazed that such a handsome, charming man could be so unsure of himself. "Bore me? No!"
"Okay, so I don't bore you. How do I make you feel?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
He stopped in the shadow cast by the docked boat and gazed down into her eyes. "If it were I wouldn't be asking, would I?"
"Damon…" She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. "I love being with you."
"You're not bothered by the difference in our ages?"
She looked up at him. "For the last time, no. I like older men in general, I always have. I adore you in particular," she admitted. "I wouldn't care if you were sixty."
"I'm so glad to hear that because I'm in over my head with you, K."
She was thrilled by his words, but chilled by the fact that he hadn't called her Karen for some time. "Why…why did you call me K?"
His eyes narrowed. "I thought you'd prefer it to Karen."
He knew, of course. She'd been an idiot to think she could continue to fool him. She pulled away from him and immediately felt cold without the warmth of his arms around her. "How…how long have you known?"
He looked surprised. "Since the first night, of course."
"The first night! But how—how did you know?"
He shrugged. "I knew when I kissed you." He pressed a thumb against her mouth and she trembled. "Your lips are so much softer and so much sweeter than Karen's. And you're so refreshingly shy, blushing every time I came near you, even after we'd made love." He caressed her cheek. "Identical twins or not, the two of you are very different. Besides, Karen always called me counselor, not cowboy. I've never seen you with a camera or her without one. Since I knew you weren't Karen, you had to be Kelly."
He smiled mockingly and her shame turned to anger. "You took me to the shore and you made love to me under false pretenses," she said coldly.
"Oh no I didn't. You were the one pretending. Did I ever once call you Karen when we made love?"
"No." At least not that she'd noticed. Of course when they made love, her thoughts were usually scrambled within seconds of being kissed and feeling his cock hardening.
"That's right because I knew who I was making love to every time I touched you. Whereas you were obviously content to toy with me."
"I didn't! Damon…I…" But of course that was how it must seem to him. "It wasn't like that at all."
"Then how was it? Why did you pretend to be Karen? When were you planning to tell me the truth? Or were you ever going to tell the truth? I gave you several opportunities to confess, but you obviously preferred deception to the truth."
She felt sick. He sounded as if he despised her. "I never intended to deceive you."
"Then why did you? Why didn't you just tell me who you were the night we met? Where is Karen? Is this something you two do regularly? How long did you intend to string me along?"
"I wasn't stringing you along! Karen eloped three and a half weeks ago with a man she was engaged to a couple of years ago. He showed up unexpectedly and they got married. She asked me to tell you. That's why I came to your house that night. But before I could say anything, you kissed me and…"
Her eyes filled with tears. "And I just knew I wanted you. I guess I went a little crazy. You were everything I'd always wanted and needed in a man, and so I thought, why can't I have him?"
She bit the inside of her jaw. The tears slid slowly down her cheeks anyway. "She didn't want y
ou anymore, but I did. I'm sorry. I know you must feel betrayed and must hate me. I know it was Karen you wanted."
"Yes, I wanted Karen," he admitted.
She gulped in a breath and felt fresh tears flowing down her cheeks. She tried to pull away when he moved closer, but he cupped her face in his hands and caught and held her gaze. "But remember, you're the one I proposed to."
"Yes, but that was only because you thought I was Karen!"
"Was it?"
She bit her lip. "Wasn't it?"
"How could it have been when I've known all along that you weren't Karen?"
"I don't know. I'm confused. Damon, were you and Karen ever…were you lovers?"
"Does it matter, Kelly?"
What little pride she had left screamed at her to say yes. She answered with her heart. "No."
He stroked a finger down her cheek. "Not to worry, sweetheart. Karen and I never went past the kissing stage."
"But you would have if she'd come that weekend instead of me."
He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Don't forget that she and I spent a weekend at the shore without doing anything more than sharing a few kisses. So if it's all the same to you, I'd much rather talk about you than her."
"She's the one you really find attractive," she insisted.
All right," he said in exasperation, trying to dry her face. "I did find Karen attractive. I find you attractive too. And let's not forget that it's you that I…"
"That you what?"
"That I love, my sweet, sweet, Kelly."
"What? You—love me? Are you…sure?"
"Oh yes." He gathered her in his arms and held her so tightly she could hardly breathe. Not that she cared. "This isn't the first time I've been in love, but it's the most intense. I've been waiting for nearly a month for you to become fond enough of me to tell me who you were." He bent his head and pressed a long, sweet kiss against her mouth, allowing her to feel his cock stirring against her.
"If you could learn to love me just a little, I'd be satisfied," he whispered. "Just a little."
"Learn to love you a little? Damon, I do love you. I have from the night we met."
"You do? You have? Wow." He buried his face in her neck and she realized that his cheeks were damp.
She touched his head. "Damon?"
He lifted his head and she saw there were tears in his beautiful, blue eyes. "I didn't think you cared, Kelly."
"You didn't think I cared? But—how could you have thought that? Why else would I have let you make love to me?"
His smile was warm and tender. "You really are very sweet, aren't you? That could have been just a physical thing. People have sex all the time without being in love or loving."
She blushed. "Maybe people do, Damon, but I don't."
"I didn't know that then, sweetheart. All I knew is that I needed more than that from you."
She smiled, slipping her arms around his waist. "You can have anything you want from me, cowboy. Anything at all. As much as you want. All night long."
"I want everything, Kelly—your intelligence, your beauty, and of course, your sweet pussy night after night. But before you commit yourself I'd better ask how you'd feel about having a seventeen-year-old step-daughter who can sometimes be difficult."
"If you think that's going to scare me off, partner, you are wrong. I can handle anything as long as I have you," she said confidently.
He grinned down at her. "You can handle anything, huh?" He took her hand and held it over his hardening cock. "Are you sure about that? I'm feeling extremely horny. Can you handle this all night?"
She parted her legs, pressed her lower body tightly against his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Damon, I love you and I love your big cock. I can handle you both all night long. Every night. Let's go home, cowboy, and I'll give you a taste of the joys in store for you."
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ADDICTED
I certainly wasn't looking for a lover when I met Marc Walker. As a matter of fact I was still recovering from my break up four months earlier with my only serious love, Jim Williams.
I'd gone to Patty's wedding alone because my roommate and best friend Maria was off visiting her parents for the weekend. It was at the reception that Chuck Harris, who worked at the same computer repair company as Patty and me, started to make a nuisance of himself.
"Chuck, I mean it!" I glanced around the crowded ballroom, looking for someone to rescue me from his unwanted attentions. "I told you I'm not here alone," I said wildly and ran right into a very hard, very male body.
"Oh sorry," I gasped, aware that my body was tingling everywhere it touched his.
I felt the man's arms encircle my waist, drawing me close against his body. "I've been looking all over for you." As I stared up into his warm brown eyes, he pulled me even closer, rocking his hips against mine, bent his head, and pressed a sizzling kiss against my lips that made my toes curl in my shoes.
At twenty‑two, I wasn't the naive girl who'd given herself so trustingly to Jim the night of our senior prom. Still, I felt my heartbeat quicken, and my legs buckle at the sweet, insistent pressure of his mouth on mine just as though I'd never been kissed. And I never had. Not like that. With enough force and desire to heat up my whole body and make my vagina pulse with lust.
When he finally released my lips, I had one thing on my mind: sex.
"It's all right. He's gone," he said, his voice deep and even against my ear.
I stared up at him. He was handsome with a big, muscular body. I licked my lips, wondering if his cock was as muscular as the rest of him. "Who?"
He smiled and I saw that he had a rather enchanting dimple in his left cheek. "Whoever you were trying to get away from. Having rescued you I think I at least deserve a kiss."
Just looking at him made me hot. He was clearly the kind of man that mom said could turn a woman into a tramp. "You've already had two," I pointed out, backing away.
"Those don't count," he said and pulled me back into his arms. I didn't resist. In fact my lips were already parted when his mouth closed on mine. Our tongues clashed and I practically poured my body into his embrace. I felt a rush of dampness in my panties when I felt the beginnings of a beguiling bulge against his hard thigh.
"Lena, I see you've met Larry's friend, Marc."
I pulled away from him at the sound of Patty's amused voice. She and her new husband Larry were standing just behind us, grinning.
Embarrassed, I patted my hair into place and tugged at the hem of my short red dress, trying to cover more of my long legs.
"She sure has and now we're leaving. Enjoy your honeymoon," he said.
He'd pulled me through the crush of people and out of the ballroom before I'd gathered my senses enough to object. "Hey! Where do you think you're taking me?"
"I thought you might like to come to dinner with me and then maybe go for a drive while we get to know each other."
"I—I've already eaten." I bit my lip. "How old are you?"
"I'm thirty‑seven. Just right for you, don't you think?" He cupped my face in his big hands. "Haven't you ever heard what great lovers older men make? I'll take you places a boy your age never could."
I stared up at him. "You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?" I objected but from the way my pussy was quivering I had a feeling he had reason to be.
"Come with me," he said simply.
I was a fairly straight-laced computer technician who was somewhat old fashioned. Jim and I had dated three years before we become lovers. And he had been my only lover. Although I missed making love, I hadn't been with anyone since Jim. Everything about this Marc screamed that he was trouble.
But I must have been under the sway of his magnetic gaze because I went with him anyway. And I didn't protest when he stopped his car in the park and reached for me.
"Lena. Such a pretty name and such a lovely woman,
" he whispered, his lips pressed against my cheek. "I'd like to get to know you." His hands brushed against my breasts and a delicious thrill shot through me. "All of you."
The only thing I wanted or needed to know about him just then was how quickly he could slip his cock in me. So I didn't stop him when he began fondling my breasts, kissing me or unzipping my dress. I was a willing and eager participant when he removed my wet panties. I cringed when I thought of it later, but I let him take me right there in the back seat of his car like some common five dollar a trick whore.
But once I saw what he was packing—a long thick dick with a big leaking head, I had to have him. He was so much bigger and thicker than Jim. I knew I was in for a treat. He'd barely got the condom on before I laid back against the seat and spread my legs wide. I wanted that dick in me so badly. He got on his knees between my legs, parted the lips of my vagina, and began kissing and licking at my pussy.
He slipped one, then two fingers inside me and began to finger fuck me, while still kissing and licking my clit. I nearly lost my mind. Jim had been a no frills straight dick to pussy man and I'd never known anything other than an erect penis could give such pleasure and joy. My whole body trembled and my pussy began to gush as I came. The feel of his lips and tongue eagerly lapping up my juices was a delicious finishing touch.
As I lay moaning and shaking with the aftershocks of my first digital fuck, he straightened and positioned his cock against my cunt. I nearly had the breath knocked out of me when he thrust against me. The powerful movement of his hips sent his thick length pushing through the walls of my pussy in one yummy stroke until his nuts slapped against my behind.
He clutched me around the waist and held me tight, his dick throbbing deep inside me as he slowly rotated his hips against mine, letting me feel every inch of him. "Damn, you're tight and hot. You feel good."
