Loving Lola

by Lena Matthews

  “Why, so you can hold it over me later?”

  “If I recall correctly, you were the one over me earlier.”

  “Shut up.”

  To Marcus’s delight, her cheeks began to redden. His Lola, blushing. Would wonders never cease?

  “I can’t believe you’re blushing, chére,” he chided, loving the stubborn tilt her chin took on. “My little fireball, embarrassed of a little loving.”

  “There was nothing little about it,” Lola teased.

  “Damn straight. Finally, something coming out of your mouth that isn’t a pack of lies.”

  Pushing her down so she was lying on her back, Marcus settled between her legs, holding her in place with his body. “I like that you’re here,” he admitted, watching with delight as her eyes widened. Lola liked to think she knew him, but in all reality, she didn’t know him, like he didn’t really know her.

  “I just came for my panties.”

  “Dream on, chére. You’re not getting them back.”

  “You lied.”

  “Right on the first guess.” Marcus rocked his hardening cock against her. “Although I wouldn’t quite call it lying. Let’s just say if you want them back, you’re going to have to earn them back.”

  “Work for my own underwear? I think I did that already when I bought them.”

  “If you want them, you’re going to have to earn them.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Whatever I want.”

  “Look, Marcus, I’d love to be your little sexbot ...”

  “Great, we’re both on the same page,” he said, taking her mouth under his.

  Lola moved her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Their tongues rolled over each other’s, playful at first, like kittens in a barn. Then something changed. The quick, jutting motions stretched out into long, lingering strokes. Moving his hand slowly up her soft side, Marcus rested it on her face, cupping her and holding her in place. He wanted to make love to her mouth like he had been unable to make love to her body -- slow and sweet.

  Moaning low in her throat, Lola pulled her thighs up, cradling him with her body. Her legs locked behind him, pulling him in tighter against her. Arching up into him, she swayed against his straining erection, causing him to push back. The sensation cemented the need he had to be inside her again.

  He pulled back and looked into her eyes, staring into the shining orbs of her soul. A warm sensation burst through his chest, filling him completely from the inside out. It scared and thrilled him, all at the same time.

  Sitting up, he pulled her until she was on his lap, facing him, with her legs on either side of him. Straddling him, she maneuvered until she was sitting up close, his crotch directly under hers. “This seems familiar,” she teased, leaning forward and nipping at his lips.

  Marcus smacked her on her bountiful ass, chuckling when she yelped. “That hurt!”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Lola pulled up until she was on her knees around him, trying to get up, but Marcus stopped her by grabbing her waist and pulling her back down. “You better let me up before you lose all motor functions in your lower extremities.”

  Marcus frowned at her. “And that would happen why?”

  “Because I’m heavy as hell, and you know it. Even you have said over the years that I’m fat.”

  “I have not.”

  “Marcus, please, you’re always complaining about how big my clothes are.”

  “Your clothes, yes, chére. Not you. You wear clothes big enough to fit two people, not clothes that fit you.

  “Well, you also said that ‘little’ and ‘helpless’ are words that couldn’t describe me,” she reminded him.

  “Vi,” he said, laughing. “You’re three inches shorter than I am. I was talking about your height, which, for the record, is a plus in my book.”

  “That’s not the way I took it.”

  Marcus looked deeply into her eyes, and for once saw how the words he had said in jest had affected her all these years. The silly things he’d done to get her attention so many times had caused her more heartache than he’d ever know, and it was completely unwarranted, because he loved her the way she was. He always had.

  “Chére.” Marcus reached down and caressed her face softly. “If I’ve ever said anything to ever make you feel less than the beautiful goddess you are, then I am deeply sorry. I think you’re beautiful, from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet. Everything else is irrelevant.”

  “Don’t get sentimental on me, big guy.” Her words were teasing, but he could tell it was just her way of changing the subject.

  “I won’t,” he lied. He couldn’t help it. She brought it out in him. “So, are you ready to barter for your panties?”

  Raising a brow, she replied, “I’m not bartering for anything.”

  “Then I guess you won’t care when I put them up on my bulletin board, with your phone number next to them?”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  Of course he wouldn’t, and Marcus could tell by her smirk she knew he wouldn’t, either. “Not if you make it worth my while.”

  “This is blackmail.”

  “Don’t consider it blackmail. Consider it a trade.”

  “You know, something about this just isn’t balanced. I have to trade you for something that’s rightfully mine.”

  “Possession is nine-tenths of law. And they’re in my possession, and hey,” Marcus said with a gleam in his eye, “you are, too, for that matter. Which means I can do anything with you I want.”

  “Like what?” Excitement crept into her voice as she moved down until their faces were close.

  “Like pick you up.” Marcus pushed up off the couch, holding onto her as he stood up, and walked toward his bedroom. “And toss this delicious ass onto my bed. Eat that sweet pussy of yours until my tongue goes numb. Ride you until we both can’t walk in the morning.”

  Lola wrapped her legs around his waist. “I can get into that.”

  Sliding his hand from her waist over her ass, he cupped her lewdly. “You took the words right out of my mouth, chére.”

  Chapter Six

  It took less than two minutes before they were both rolling around on his bed, naked. Lola, who would have normally been a bit self-conscious, especially since it was Marcus, reveled in her nakedness. Marcus had made it very clear from the moment her shirt hit the floor that he loved inch of her size-eighteen body, especially her breasts.

  As soon as Lola pulled her bra off, Marcus paused in the middle of stripping off his underwear, to come over and cup her full twins. Dropping down in front of her, he lavished her nipples with his tongue, bathing them like sacred jewels.

  Looking up from her breasts, Marcus firmly said, “If you ever hide these again, I’m going to pull you over my lap and tan that beautiful backside.”

  “You don’t think they’re too big?” She hated herself for asking, but she needed to know that, all kidding aside, he liked her body.

  Standing back up, he took her hand and shoved it against his erect cock. “Do you even have to ask?” Running his hand down her body, he looked in her eyes and softly said, “You’re so beautiful.”

  The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice had an effect on Lola like none other. For the first time ever, she was proud of her curves, especially when she saw what they did for him. He looked at her like he thought she was beautiful, not like she needed to lose a half a dozen Calista Flockharts.

  Laying her back on his bed, Marcus paused for a minute, lingering above her, before he slowly began to kiss down her stomach, pausing at her navel to nip at it before continuing down to the one place he really wanted to be.

  The one place Lola wasn’t so sure she wanted him to be. She had been dreading this since he first mentioned going down on her in his office. It wasn’t one of her favorite things. In fact, she had only had it done twice before, and, frankly, she didn’t see what the big deal was. It was more like the guy was li
cking a plate clean than pleasuring her, and she always worried about if everything was okay down there.

  “Let’s do something else,” she suggested nervously, pulling at his shoulders.

  Pausing between her legs, Marcus looked up at her questioningly. He was running his fingers over her pelvis, not yet touching her vagina, but it didn’t matter. Just seeing him between her legs was making her wet.

  “Why?” He bent his head slightly and blew cool air on her swollen bud.

  Shivering a bit from the sensation, she replied shakily, “I don’t really like it that much.”

  “You don’t like it?” He sounded as if she said she didn’t like ice cream.

  “Lots of people don’t,” she replied defensively.

  Marcus ran his fingers down slowly from her soft downy fuzz to her slick opening. “Well, let’s just try it. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

  “Promise?”

  Brushing two fingers against her wet opening, he held them up like he was giving a Boy Scout pledge. “I promise,” he replied, then swiped his fingers clean of her juices with his tongue. “Mmm ...”

  Lola was prepared for the exact same experience that she’d had in her previous relationships, but for his sake, she was willing to pretend to like it. The moment he separated her lips with his fingers, though, she knew that it wasn’t going to be like the times before.

  Marcus slowly opened her up, giving an appreciative groan at the sight before him. Leaning forward, he slowly dragged his tongue up her clit. “Mmm, bébé, you taste so good.”

  But he didn’t stop just there. He didn’t just aim for her clit. He lapped at everything she had to offer, loving on her pussy with his fingers and his tongue. The best part about it was, he wasn’t doing it like he was doing her a favor -- more like she was doing one for him. He familiarized himself with her entire vagina. Moving around her with his tongue, Marcus lapped at the juices that were pouring out.

  Lola could barely contain her hips. It was like he had hit on a trigger inside her pussy that she hadn’t known existed. If he hadn’t being holding on to her thighs, she was sure she would have bucked him off. Moving her hips up and down, she fucked his face with her wet pussy. She undulated on the bed, moaning as he devoured her whole.

  Marcus’s tongue glided over her lips, licking her up and down, moving to her wet hole. He thrust his tongue inside, fucking her with his mouth, all the while rubbing his fingers against her rosette, something that Lola had never had done before.

  “Marcus ...” she cried as he teased her backdoor with his tongue. It was dirty; it wasn’t right. It felt ... it felt so good. Tiny shivers of pleasure tingled up her spine as he teased and thrust his tongue into her rosette, pushing past all of her boundaries.

  Moving back up to her pussy, he licked up to her clit and sucked the tight bud into his mouth. Adding pressure that Lola would have never dreamed of, he suckled her clit hard while slowly pushing two fingers into her tight, moist channel. Lola couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation.

  It felt like she was being driven slowly insane by pleasure. Her body opened up and welcomed him, easing his way with the desire pouring out of her. Lola had never felt so wet, so wild, so aroused before. She was so close to the edge, her body building up to a tempo she couldn’t possibly maintain. The fluttering of her stomach earlier from nerves gave way to a burning sensation shooting throughout her entire body.

  The pumping of his fingers, and the feel of his mouth pulling and sucking on her tight bud, was more than Lola could take. Crying out with pleasure, she squeezed her nipples hard together, plucking at the erect peaks and pushed up into Marcus’s waiting mouth, coming harder than she had ever come in her life.

  Moaning, Lola felt lightheaded and dizzy from the commotion her pussy had caused in her body. Never before had she imagined an orgasm could feel so divine. Her pounding heart was still racing inside of her body, not yet down from its peak.

  As she quieted, Marcus pulled back from her tender clit and blew cool air against it. Lola jumped from the brisk sensation, amazed that the teasing breeze had stirred her instead of cooling her desire. “You give it up so good,” he said as he gently blew again on her heated mound.

  “Stop it,” she sighed, moving her hand up to her breasts again, loosely cupping her mounds.

  “Stop liking it and I will,” he teased, sliding his fingers out of her. Moving his fingers down, he slipped one to her rosette, gently massaging her puckered hole, pushing against it. She stiffened up as the tip of his finger entered her. “Marcus, I ... never ...”

  He paused, but didn’t pull his finger out, just softly rotated it around. “Shh, baby, I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “I’ve never done this before.” Clinching her cheeks together, she tightened up around his finger, surprised at how pleasurable it felt. She’d never had any intention of ever having anal sex, but Marcus was surprising her by showing her how much she liked things she never thought she would.

  “And we won’t, not tonight,” he said, pushing more of his finger into her hole. He moved his finger in a circular motion, stretching her a bit, causing Lola to arch as a new burning sensation started. It wasn’t painful, just different. “But I want to. I want to fuck you in ways you can’t even imagine. And you’ll let me, won’t you, chére?”

  Just him talking was getting her hot again. It was official -- she was now a dirty girl who liked dirty boys. And they didn’t get dirtier than Marcus. He said things, did things, that she would have never imagined, and he made it all feel good.

  “No,” she denied, though she knew she was lying.

  Moving up her body, he laid next to her, with his hands under her legs and his finger still deep inside of her ass. He propped her up so her legs were draped over his, but spread apart. “Little liar,” he teased. “If you want me to stop, say the magic word.”

  Lola just closed her eyes and pushed back into him.

  “That’s what I thought, chére.” He laughed roughly. “Your body belongs to me for my pleasure. Aren’t you lucky, though, that my pleasure is your pleasure?”

  He didn’t wait for a reply -- not that she had one to give, anyway. He just leaned over her, nudging her large breasts up, and took one of her taut nipples in his mouth.

  Suckling her, he kept up the motion with his hand and pumped in and out of her. He was unstoppable, and she loved every second of it. She couldn’t help herself. She had to get off again. He was hell-bent on teasing her to death, but she wanted to come again. Moving her hand over her stomach, she slipped it between her legs and started to rub her clit. Marcus sat up and looked down at her stroking herself, then growled deep in his throat. “That’s it, baby, play with your sweet pussy for me.”

  His words had her creaming. Marcus sped up the thrusting in her ass, bent his head back down, and suckled her nipple harder. She was blown away with all the different sensations she was feeling, and sped up her own rhythm between her legs. Arching her back, she moaned and pumped her hips up, fucking his hand, pushing more of his waiting finger into her ass. Just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, he pushed in another finger, causing her to cry out and come.

  Marcus didn’t even wait for her to calm down. Slipping his fingers out of her hole, he moved on top of her and slid into her wet pussy. Lola left her hand where it was as he pounded into her. Picking up her leg, he draped it over his arm and powered into her over and over again. “You’re so fucking tight, chére,” he said through clenched teeth.

  The force of his thrusts lifted her up off the bed, only to be pushed back down by his withdrawal. He had taken off the kid gloves with her, fucking her as hard as she craved. Her body begged for the fast and the furious fucks she had only seen in bad cable porn. Now she was finally able to experience it firsthand, and it was as good as she had imagined. No, it was better.

  Groaning, she matched him stroke for stroke, rising up to take every thrust he gave, and, in return, begged for more. “Fuck me ... fuck
me ...” she chanted over and over again. The nervous girl was gone. She had been replaced by a wanton woman who couldn’t get enough.

  “I am, baby ... I am ... you feel ... tight ... fuck ... so tight ... take more ...” he grunted, pumping her into the mattress. Marcus’s head was thrown back and his teeth clenched. He looked more like a man in pain than one in pleasure, but the look of love often masqueraded as something more.

  Lola slammed harder against him as she felt her orgasm ripping through her body and bleeding out of her soul. Clit forgotten, she reached up and dug her fingers into him, breaking his skin, as she held on for dear life, violently coming against him.

  Marcus wasn’t far behind. With one final surge, he pulled out of her grasping body, took his cock in his hand, and sprayed her with his hot semen as he came on her stomach. Groaning and gasping above her, Marcus wearily pulled away and dropped down on the bed next to her.

  Lola was in utter shock. She had come so hard she felt like she was having muscle spasms. Her body shook from aftershocks, and she quivered beside him. She was a royal mess. Their fluids mingled on her body, part sweat, part semen, and the moisture between her thighs trickled out of her, almost as if it were as tired as she was.

  After a few breathless moments, Marcus groaned and rolled out of bed, disappearing into his bathroom. He reappeared with a warm, wet washcloth and bathed her still trembling body. When he had wiped up their mess, he went back into the bathroom.

  Lola, on the other hand, couldn’t have moved if her life depended on it. She was sore; she was aching; and she felt absolutely wonderful. She felt like she had been rode hard and put away wet. Her body was tense and shuddering in the afterglow.

  Despite how good she was feeling, she felt a little let down; she hadn’t gotten to spend any one-on-one time with Marcus’s penis. She definitely had to rectify that next time. Next time. Was there even going to be a next time? There wasn’t even supposed to be a first time, but Marcus just kept surprising the hell out of her.