by Alexis Angel
“Don’t do that again,” I whisper, locking eyes with him and managing a weak smile. Gallons of adrenaline are still rushing in my bloodstream, and my heart is beating so loudly that I can barely hear my own thoughts.
“Don’t worry,” he tells me again, and then he tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear. “Come,” he continues, his hand once again on mine, our fingers tangled on each other. Taking me back to the sidewalk, he then keeps going and jumps straight onto the sand, kicking off his flip-flops. I follow after him, taking my shoes off as well, and then start walking down the beach hand-in-hand with him.
Each step we take guides us deeper into the lonely darkness of the beach, the moon’s reflection floating on top of faraway waves. We walk closer to the ocean and then sit down on the sand, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore creating a kind of loud but impenetrable silence, the bustling nightlife of the city somewhere behind us.
“I got scared back there,” I finally say, the breeze of the ocean somehow carrying my words toward Arsen, that despite the loud sound of the waves. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t lose me. Not now, not ever,” he replies with a smile, turning to me and placing his hand on top of mine. “You won’t get rid of me that easily.”
“Idiot,” I laugh, my smile no longer pale and weak. Around Arsen, it seems that I can’t be worried for too long. He just makes me feel safe, even when the whole world is collapsing around me. I think I wouldn’t even worry if I knew the world would end in just a few seconds, as long as he remained by my side. The only thing I fear in this world is losing him.
“Your idiot,” he corrects, softly caressing my face with the back of his right hand. Then, laying me down on the sand, he follows after me and makes me turn to him. Our gazes meet, and then the same happens with our lips. Just like the first time we were together, I find that deep magnetism drawing me toward him, a kind of animalistic urge that makes me forget myself anytime I’m close to him.
“I love you,” I whisper as we pull back from each other, my right hand resting on his chest and feeling the steady beat of his heart.
“I love you too, you know it.” No more words are needed as our mouths meet again, our tongues softly dancing around one another. My hands slide down his chest until I meet the thin patch of skin between his shirt and shorts, and then I finish the climb down by flattening the palm of my hand against the hard shape pushing back against the fabric of his clothes. Curling my fingers around it, I give it one hard squeeze and allow one grin to take my lips, desire making my heart flutter.
All the adrenaline that boiled inside my veins has now faded away completely and, in its place, lust has taken over.
“Let’s do it,” Arsen tells me, his voice heavy and laden with anticipation. I open my mouth to ask him what exactly does he want to do, but then I close it again – after all, do I really need to question him when the answer is as obvious as it could be?
“Let’s do it,” I repeat, letting go of his cock and allowing my fingers to slide under his shirt, the hard contour of his eight-pack under my fingertips. Smiling, Arsen reaches for me and places one hand over my right breast, squeezing it and making my nipples harden so much that they feel as if they’re on fire.
Resting his other hand on top of my naked knee, he then spreads his fingers and takes them up toward the hemline of my dress. Sliding them under the fabric, I hold my breath as his fingers move over my inner thighs, brushing against the wet fabric of my thong.
God, I’m so wet right now. I don’t know if it’s because of the adrenaline that coursed through my veins, or if it’s because I’m sitting on a paradisiac beach, completely alone with the man I love.
“I need… that cock… I need it bad,” I find myself saying as he brushes his fingertips over my thong, gently pressing down before he cups my pussy with the open palm of his hand.
“As much as I need that pussy of yours, I bet,” he answers me in a single breath, pressing harder against my pussy. Then, moving fast, he pinches the fabric of my thumb between his index finger and thumb and flicks it to the side. Bringing his thumb back to my pussy, he runs it along the length of my pussy and only stops when he meets my clit, applying that maddening pressure once more.
Rubbing my clit at a steady but growing rhythm, he makes me arch my back in anticipation; then, when I least expect it, he turns his wrist around and parts my inner lips with his index finger. He curls it upward and slides inside of me in a single flowing movement, pushing it all the way and only stopping when it’s firmly pressed against my G-spot. He holds it there for a few seconds, pressing hard against that pleasure center, and then slides one more finger deep into me, stretching my pussy and preparing it for the main event.
“I can’t get enough of your pussy,” he growls as he starts to finger me, flicking his wrist in a crescendo. “It’s just… so… fucking… tight,” he continues, pushing the words out between the flicks of his wrist.
“Tight and ready for this,” I say, squeezing his cock again, except this time I do it hard enough to make him groan. He starts fingering me harder and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as I imagine his cock inside me, stretching me so wide all that tightness simply becomes meaningless.
It’s funny but, even though we’ve been together for quite some time now, every time we’re together feels like the first time. Which, if you think of it, is completely insane – I mean, we fuck every single day! And I still lust after him as much as I did in the beginning, back when my heart was torn between the Arsen I knew and the voice on my phone.
Thinking back to these moments is enough to send fire down my spine, and that just makes me start stroking him over the fabric of shirts. I move my hand up and down the length of his cock with the same intensity with which he’s fingering me, but that doesn’t last for long.
Soon enough I feel my muscles start to tense up, the winds of pleasure dancing inside my belly, and I stop stroking him altogether. Still keeping my fingers tightly curled around his pulsing cock, I arch my back and grit my teeth, hissing loudly as my pussy closes around his two fingers.
Feeling me close to the edge, Arsen kicks it up a notch and starts rubbing my clit harder while he keeps that maddening rhythm with his fingers. A few seconds later I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest, and it happens so fast that I see black spots in my field of vision. The yellow moon overhead fades away as that darkness takes over my sight, and then even the sound of the ocean seems to vanish – pleasure explodes inside my body, and it’s so fierce and intense that it demands all of my brain’s attention.
“Oh, God, I need that cock now,” I moan, forcing my hand to start moving again. I stroke him fast but with erratic movements, my brain still trying to work through the ecstasy it’s drowning in.
A violent eagerness takes over me and I let go of his cock, both my hands grabbing at his shirt. He raises his arms as I pull his shirt up and over his head, and then I run all of my fingers down his chest, once more going over his perfect walls of abs. Grabbing at his shorts, I then pull them down his legs with vicious tugs, and then just abandon them on the sand.
“Now,” I continue to say, flattening the palm of my hand against his cock once again. Then, a fraction of a second later, I push his boxers down and his cock springs free almost too violently, hitting my forearm as it jumps up.
Moving with cat-like movements, I roll to the side and climb on top of Arsen, my knees on either side of his thighs as I straddle him. I don’t even bother with taking my thong off, let alone my dress; I just take one hand between my thighs and, like he did before, I flick the fabric to the side. Grabbing his cock with my free hand, I angle it upward and then raise my hips, positioning myself so that my pussy hovers over the tip of his cock.
“You wanted it… Now you can have it,” he groans as I brush the tip of his cock along the length of my pussy, preparing myself for what’s to come. Surprising myself, I lower myself in a rush, impaling myself on his thick membe
r in a fraction of a second. The moment I feel his twelve inches sliding all the way inside of me, it’s as if the whole universe has exploded inside my skull. Bright lights go off behind my shut eyelids, and it feels like there are burning coils under my skin.
Reacting to that avalanche of sensations, my body starts moving as if it suddenly gained a life of its own. I buck my hips fast, swaying them back and forth and riding Arsen with a kind of desperate anxiety. I lean into him, my hair cascading down my shoulders and covering my face, and I place both my hands on his chest, my fingers turning into claws as I dig my fingernails deep into his flesh.
Clawing at his skin, I keep on moving my thighs as his thickness pulses against my inner walls, sending shards of pleasure all the way up to my brain.
“That’s it, Ash… Go as hard as you want to,” he says and, even though my eyes are closed, I can feel in his tone of voice that there’s a giant grin on his face right now. “Keep fucking yourself on my cock,” he continues, taking both his hands to my ass and squeezing both cheeks at the same time, his fingers exploring the curve of my backside as they slide under the hemline of my dress and push it up to my waist.
“Fuck,” I hiss between my gritted teeth, my muscles growing exhausted with the effort. But I don’t give up – in fact, I do exactly the opposite. Taking a deep breath, I ride him even faster, more than ready to drive myself over the edge of pleasure.
I only stopping when I feel another orgasm creeping up on me, its sudden whisper taking over my mind and severing the connection between it and my body. My muscles start to twitch as I come and, at the same time, I let a loud moan erupt on my lips. I keep on moaning until I run out of the breath and then, finally succumbing to the sudden exhaustion gripping my body, I simply roll to the side and collapse on the sand, sprawling both my arms and legs as I try to catch my breath.
Before I know it, Arsen’s on top of me, his body between my spread legs. I open my eyes to meet his gaze, and offer him one tired smile. “Tired?” He asks me as if he can read my thoughts, and I don’t even need to think of an answer; it just takes shape in my lips by itself.
“No,” I whisper, “give me more.”
Grinning, Arsen takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes my dress down my arms, the front drooping over my arms to reveal my bra. One of his hands moves between the sand and my back and, when he finds the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it and then yanks the whole thing off with one quick movement.
“Much better,” he says, more to himself than to me, and allows his fingers to go over the rising curve of my breasts until they meet my nipples. Pinching them softly, a purr of pain dawning on my lips, he then goes to his knees suddenly. Grabbing at my dress, he pushes it down my legs and them moves for my thong; instead of pushing it down, he simply hooks his fingers on it and yanks it against my outer thigh, ripping it apart and throwing it to the side.
Now completely naked, I feel my pussy growing wet and anxious to have his cock inside of my once again. “Come here,” I moan, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him into me; I lace my legs around his waist at the same time, and he just lets himself go and lays on top of me.
His cock finds its way home in the blink of an eye. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I keep on moaning as his thickness fills me up once more, its warmness spreading through my body like honey.
“This… this is perfect,” I say, forcing me eyes to open so that I can see his face. Over his shoulder, there’s the sky – dark and sprinkled with pale starts, the bright moon casting its light over the world.
“It’s always perfect with you,” Arsen replies, thrusting softly and guiding all of his twelve inches deep inside my pussy. With one hand holding my head, his fingers between the sand and the nape of my neck, he keeps on sliding his cock in and out of my pussy, doing it in a kind of wild tenderness. His thrusts are soft and hard at the same time, and our bodies seem to blend into one as he does it.
Craning my neck, I part my lips and fit them into his, kissing him as if I needed to do it in order to survive. And, in a way, I do: after all, I don’t know what would be of me if I didn’t have him by my side.
Surrendering to the moment, we give our bodies to each other. Skin-on-skin, heart-on-heart. We do it for what seems like an eternity, one that stretches past human constructions such as seconds, minutes, and hours. Right now, time doesn’t exist - inside our little bubble, only the sand and the ocean exist, and the nakedness of our burning bodies.
From the edge of my unconscious mind I feel ecstasy coming for me again, warm fingers of lust wrapping themselves around my soul. Closing my eyes, I let that pleasure turn into sound inside my mouth, and then I arch my back as I feel my pussy tightening around Arsen’s shaft.
My moan turns into a scream, one that grows into something wild and wicked as I feel Arsen cock throb violently inside of me. Tightening the hold of my legs and arms, I lock him onto my body and start bucking my hips against him as I come, almost desperate to make him cum as well.
And that’s exactly what happens.
Groaning, he places his head next to mine and presses his forehead against my shoulder, his cock pulsing hard as it gushes Arsen’s warm seed inside my pussy. I keep frozen in place as he cums, my own body and mind still burning on my orgasm, and my skin prickles as I feel his cum dripping out of my pussy.
“So good… Like always,” he whispers against my ear as his cock finally stops moving inside me. Sliding it out of my pussy slowly, he then rolls to the side and collapses on top of the sand, his ragged breathing blending with the sound of the ocean.
Looking up at the sky, I search for his hand and, finding it, I lock my fingers on his.
“You’re my everything, Arsen,” I say, the moonlight bathing both our naked bodies.
“No, you’re my everything,” he whispers gently, his voice still heavy and betraying his exhaustion. Smiling to myself, my chest rising and falling hard, I bite down on my lip as I realize that I will never forget under this moment. Laying down, completely naked on one of the most beautiful places on Earth, with the song of the ocean as our soundtrack, pleasure still burning inside our bodies…
There’s only one word to describe this moment, and that word is perfection.
Ooooh!
I dedicate two orgasms to Client 5!
Now a treat! DILF, by Alexis Angel. Please welcome it to the lineup!
And then finally a copy of Vicky Vs. The Virgin Buyer by Mona Cox which is a funny take on the whole virgin auction thing.
Finally, a short story: The Handmaiden’s Fairy Tale, by Dark Angel!!
Our goal in this is simple.
To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.
Thank you so much for reading!
xoxo
Alexis and Lana
Time for some man…
Almost there!!!
Time for Man Chaser by Alexis Angel. This book is no longer published and provided for free.
Then we move on to a copy of Dirty Daddy by Alexis Angel!
After that, we have a copy of Woman of the House by Abby Angel! This has never before been provided as a thank you until now!
And then I have a very special treat. Completely brand new! My collected NLs! NL being newsletter. If you haven’t read my newsletter, then you are sorta missing out lol. This has been updated to include my newsletters up to July 15!
After that, I have one short story!
Derek’s Happy Lap Dance a short story by Alexis Angel.
This is a never before seen and brand new story. They will never be published anywhere else separately.
Our goal in this is simple.
To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are
sharing these brings us closer together we feel.
Thank you so much for reading!
xoxo
Alexis
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
She says she’s a Man Chaser. Well…they call me a Woman Tamer. Let’s see who wins, shall we?
Don’t worry. You read that line above just right. I tame women. Show them who’s boss. One night with Ethan Kane and these 8-pack abs, chiseled body and 12-inches of lust muscle hanging between my legs and they’ll do anything I damn well tell them to. So when Brittney tries to infiltrate my company to steal from me...when I see her trying to seduce me with her gorgeous curvy body and beautiful face...I know what I’m up against. And I’m not worried. At all. She thinks she can just shake that body and get me to roll over for her like a dog. She doesn’t realize that it’s going to be her that ends up on her knees as I tell her to beg. And when that happens, there’s only one question left to ask myself ... How badly does she need to be taught a lesson?
*** Come chase men with this exciting new standalone romance! No cliffhangers or cheating, but it’s a scorcher with super-steamy scenes that you’ve come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***
Ethan
UNNGGH!
That’s the sound that Carla is making as I fuck the living daylights out of her. I raise my face to a nasty sneer and bring up a hand and slap her ass. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but just hard enough to make her fucking yelp as well as moan.
“That’s right, you like how I’m fucking you, baby?” I ask her crudely, holding onto her hips as I fuck her doggie style. I’ve got her bent over a couch and all around us looks like your average upper middle-class suburban home. Some crocheting work in the corner where the woman of the house sits. A copy of the New York Daily Journal near the Barcalounger. Giant 52” flat screen TV on the wall. Nice little fireplace going. Pictures of the family all over the place.
