by Jade White
She kissed him, urging him on, squeezing at his buttocks, her whole body drinking in the beats of his erection inside her. She panted along with him, as ready for him as she had ever been for anything in her life, and pushed back against his thrusts, taking him all the way to the balls, telling him how much she wanted what he said he’d do.
At one final grunt, he slammed his meat hard inside her and held it there again. Macy whimpered back, holding his buttocks tight. The sound of him rumbling out, “I’m coming!” reverberated into her soul. He pressed his crotch hard against her mound and let himself go. Macy felt a throbbing down the length of his tool and into the head of it, and an unfolding hotness into her depths, the sure signs of his orgasm. She gave a long whimper of satisfaction, utterly delighted at what she knew was the outpouring of his seed inside her. It felt euphoric, blissful, as if it were melting the world away around them.
Aaron’s tool took a little while to soften, and he kept it inside her every possible second, pumping her not hard and savagely but slowly, sweetly, while kissing her lips more tenderly than the way they’d started. She returned his kisses, and her grasping and clawing at his butt cheeks turned to a slow and tender caress. This moment of post-orgasm lingered until he was finally too soft to go on, and he pulled himself out. Flaccid and hanging now, his tool went from being a driving piston to a long, soft hose, dripping with what he had poured into Macy’s womb. Sucking at her lips, he softly said, “That was so f…ing good. That was just the birthday present I wanted.”
“Mmm,” Macy said, welcoming his kiss. “Happy birthday.”
He strummed at the lips of her sex, now soaked and slick from what he’d done to her and the creamy man-custard now leaking from it. “It’ll be even happier,” he said, “if you stay after the party. In my bed. All night. What do you say?”
She nodded dreamily and said, “Yes.”
He took just one small step away from her, enough for her to look down and see how large his meat was, even when flaccid. “Good. Because I want a lot more of what I just got. I want us out of these f…ing clothes. I want your tits and your ass and all of you.”
Macy looked into his desiring, lusting, unbelievably handsome face, and simply exhaled and nodded at him.
“Did you come?” Aaron asked.
“Almost,” she replied softly.
“We’ll fix that in bed, I promise,” he said. “I’ll make sure you get there. Plenty.”
She nodded again, adding a little smile of anticipation.
Macy felt a little death inside, a little pang of mourning, watching him pull up his briefs and trousers and imprison his mighty beast inside them again. Having had him in her, she wanted so much more. She wanted the party to be over now.
Aaron took her panties from his jacket pocket and said, “Allow me.” And he dropped to one knee, as if offering her a bouquet of flowers, to slip her undergarment back onto her.
Once their clothing was back in place, Aaron took Macy in his arms again and kissed her, a long, slow kiss, a kiss of continued promise. “I’m looking forward to unwrapping my birthday present completely,” he said. “And being naked on top of you.” He kissed her again. “You are so getting yourself f…ed tonight, Macy Jacobs.”
“Good,” she sighed at him.
Quite reluctantly, they exited the wine room where they had gotten themselves so besotted and intoxicated without drinking a single drop, and rejoined the party.
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Just as Aaron had said, the guests gradually began to trickle away after midnight. Sometime after two in the morning, Macy stood at the big window on the far side of the living room in a now quiet penthouse, while Aaron said his good-nights to the last of them. She stared out into the lights of the city outside, lost in her thoughts of what she had not been able to stop herself from letting Aaron do in the wine room. Macy was by no means an inexperienced innocent. She had had her share of lovers and even her share of casual flings and one-nighters. But not even in her college days had she slipped out of a party with someone into an unoccupied room for a spontaneous shag. It was so risqué and ribald, so wanton and wicked, so sneaky and clandestine.
And so indescribably wonderful.
Macy made a face like the Mona Lisa, standing there in the window, thinking of everything that Aaron had promised her when his birthday celebration was through. What he promised, he would deliver, of that she had no doubt at all. She heard the distant sound of a door closing. The cater-waitstaff had efficiently cleared the place and let themselves out. There was no one there with her now but the owner of the muffled footfalls on the carpet, coming across the living room, drawing nearer. She turned a bit to see over her shoulder, and there was Aaron, smiling a smile full of sex, climbing up the few stairs from the living room to the landing where the big window—and Macy—were.
An arm’s length from her now, Aaron held out his hand to her. “Now…for the after-party we were talking about earlier.”
She kept her Mona Lisa look and put her hand in his, and together they climbed the steps.
The master bedroom suite, which they had passed earlier but had not gone inside, was a very spacious one-room apartment with its own bath within the penthouse. Macy’s dress was draped over the back of a chair, her shoes on the floor beside it. Aaron’s cast-off clothing lay in a trail between there and the larger than king-size bed, and by the side of the bed lay Macy’s bra and panties.
Macy herself lay on her back in the middle of the bed with Aaron on top of her and her legs wrapped around him. Aaron drilled her lying down naked with the same pounding intensity as he’d done it standing up in the wine room.
Her senses, every bit of her awareness, were filled with Aaron’s body: his hot breath against her cheeks and shoulders, his grunts and curses of ecstasy while furiously pumping his piston deep into her, the press of his weight and the flexing and releasing of his spectacular muscles. Ricocheting across Macy’s mind was the sight of watching him make himself naked while she lay on the bed awaiting him. She relived seeing him peel off his turtleneck and expose a torso with pec and ab muscles cut deep enough that she could imagine the sound of them being chiseled into his body, and arms that looked as if he could bend steel like the movie superheroes to which she had compared him earlier. Then, off came his shoes and socks, and then his slacks and briefs. At once, his massive, erect pole fell free between legs so muscular, she could see him leaping from the street over his penthouse in a single bound. Aaron climbed onto the bed with her and seemed to have her bra and panties off faster than she could think it. He sat on his knees on the mattress and commanded her, “Come here and blow the birthday boy’s candle.”
She did just that, happy to be offered what she’d had inside her a few hours ago, eager to have once again what she’d spent these past hours thinking about. Macy curled up against Aaron, resting her head on his lap as if it were a pillow. She took the pulsing root of their mutual desire first in her hand, where it felt almost like a long, hot piece of coal; then, she quenched the heat while stoking the flame of her desire by taking two-thirds of it into her mouth with one long swallow that made him throw back his head and rumble forth a loud curse of approval. “Suck that thing!” he cried. “F… yes! Suck that f…ing thing!”
Macy happily obliged him, for his thing was as delicious as it was hot and hard. She held it in her mouth the way he had held it in her tight passage downstairs in the wine room, savoring its taste and making the magnificent musculature of his body seem to vibrate. Aaron made feverish, delirious noises, sitting there on his knees with her head in his lap and more than half of his piece in her mouth. Shaking all over, Aaron began to play with his own nipples, pulling and squeezing at them with his head hanging back and his eyes shut, finding them as hard as his tool. Then, he began to gasp forth with moans at the feeling of Macy pulling back with her mouth, and his hard-on sliding over her tongue, before she pushed forward again and swallowed the same amount of his length. He lowered his head t
o watch her, and brushed aside her hair as she worked on him. “Oh yeah…yeah, suck it,” he breathed at her. “Suck it good. God, that is so f…ing good…”
Aaron let her go on that way, feasting on what was without a doubt the most delectable thing she’d partaken of this evening. Macy thought he had indeed proven to be the perfect host; the perfect, horny host. His piece was so thick, she was stretching her jaws as wide as they would go to take it all in, and so long that the tip of it was reaching the back of her throat and she wasn’t even swallowing it all. She felt a delicious shuddering in her loins at the knowledge of what the thing in her mouth would soon be doing to her down there.
He put his hand on her cheek and slipped his rod from her mouth. “You look so f…ing sexy, sucking me like that,” he said. “But here, do it like this now…” He leaned back and put his head down on the pillows and spread his wondrous nakedness out before her, taking his root by the base and holding it up to her. Macy lifted his massive leg and lay down, setting his leg back on top of her, tucking herself beneath the mighty trunk of his thigh. Lowering her face to his crotch, she licked and swirled her tongue around the head of his bludgeon of flesh, making it give forth another bead of male nectar which she licked up. Aaron moved his tender crown back and forth across her lips as if he were painting them, then he slipped it between her lips and let Macy take his length back into her mouth.
With one of Aaron’s legs surrounding her and the other spread out at an angle on the bed, Macy had full access to both his shaft and his sac, and she took full advantage of it. She sucked all that she could of his erection without gagging, while taking her fingertips to his most sensitive man-parts in their pouch of delectable, warm skin. She took utter delight at having his huge maleness in her mouth and sliding up and down on it with her lips and tongue; no matter that it would make her jaws ache later, this pleasure was more than worth the little bit of discomfort she’d have, and she would more than appreciate how she got it. Sounding as if he were in a sexual trance, Aaron called down to her, “Suck my balls. Lick my balls, suck ‘em…” Macy more than happily complied. His entire sac, like his staff, was too large to get in her mouth all at once. Remembering the moist feeling she’d had in her panties all night after emerging from the wine room, she knew how much white male syrup his testes could produce. It excited her to know he would soon be filling her depths from these big, succulent berries again. She licked them round and round with her tongue and filled her mouth with them, one after the other, feeling him squirm on the bed with what she was doing to him.
“Suck my dick some more,” Aaron groaned. Macy did not obey—at first. She first returned her attention to his man-club by swirling her tongue around the base of it that she wasn’t able to swallow because of his massive size. He made an incoherent sound as if she were torturing him with pleasure, which encouraged her to do now as he had asked and move her mouth down over the pulsing pillar of his erection. She sucked him again as deeply as she did before, making him clutch at his nipples again with eyes shut tightly. “Damn, you can suck that thing!” Aaron gasped madly.
He lay there, prone on the bed with one leg wrapped around Macy, until finally the urgency in his tool was too much for him. He reared up on his elbows and said, “Bring your beautiful ass up here, and let me stick it in you again.”
Macy let him slip from her mouth with a smile. His tool came out as stiff as steel and slapped wetly against her face. She giggled a bit, imagining it making a “sproing!” sound when it emerged. She looked up into his totally lascivious expression and climbed back up the bed, lying down beside him and parting her thighs to welcome him. In a flash, Aaron was on top of her and eased his slippery hardness into her yielding pink wetness, fusing them together. They moaned as one with the rapture of his pole going into her all the way to his balls, and he bore down on her and began to hump her, pumping deep and hard.
Which brought Macy back to where she was: lying under Aaron and letting him screw the living daylights out of her. She had never felt anything in her life to compare with his body pressing her down on the bed and his hard-pumping piston working his sweetly beautiful lust inside her. It was a truly epic screwing he was giving her, a screwing that made her slide her hands up and down his back and over his shoulders and neck and tighten her thighs around his hips, begging him to stay on top of her and move in and out of her just the way he was doing forever. “You like this big dick in you, don’t you?” Aaron grunted into her mouth. To her wordless moaning of ecstasy, he groaned, “Yeah, you like that. You’re so tight, I love sticking it in you. Yeah, I love sticking my dick in there. That’s so f…ing good. Take that dick, that’s it… Take it…ooohhh, yeah…”
Macy’s world melted into a dream of raw sex. Aaron plundered her with his hardness, hammered her with his hairy crotch, crushed her with his weight and muscles. He possessed her with his body. She wondered if she would even be able to move when this all-surpassing sex was done. If she couldn’t, she had no doubt that when he took her again, he would simply move her arms and legs to where he wanted them when he mounted her again. And again…and again…
“I’m gonna come again,” he said, hissing like the dragon that he was inside. “I’m gonna give you another load. Oh, yeah, I’m getting close. I’m gonna shoot another big load in you…” A thrilling feeling raced through Macy, snapping her out of her delirium, focusing her feelings into readiness for when the moment struck him again. In another few dozen strokes, it happened. He beat himself inside her as if his tool were a weapon of the gods, and again there was the most urgent throbbing from his shaft and the burst of warmth deep, deep inside her. Aaron held himself in her that way, pouring out from his blunt and throbbing tip what Macy knew was another torrential flood of seed. She locked her hips around him, telling him with her body to keep their bodies together for as long as he could. He was a long time pulling out. They both wept a little inside at the feeling of his softness slipping from Macy’s passage. But Aaron was not finished yet.
Panting, moaning, Aaron kissed his way down Macy’s body, his tongue lingering at her breasts and circling wetly around first one of her nipples, then the other. He sucked her nipples deeply, making her spasm with shocks of electric pleasure, then continued raining kisses on her in a sensuous path along her stomach and abdomen. When he reached her pubis, he rubbed his nose in her thatch of dark hair, inhaling the mixed scent of her womanhood and his maleness. Then, he moved down beneath her muff and parted the fleshy petals that lay there with his slippery whiteness already oozing from between them like the filling in some sexual confection. Aaron brought his tongue forward and inward to find the pulpy sensitivity that was the center of Macy’s pleasure, and began to flick and lick at it. She responded instantly. She twitched her body and arched her back rhythmically along with the strokes of his tongue on her buzzer of woman-flesh. He brought her higher and higher with every stroke, until at last she pushed her sex into his face and exploded inside. Her orgasm was a shock wave of euphoria that rolled through her body. She cried out, clutching at the bedspread and pillows, as if her limbs would fly from her body at this upheaval of pleasure. Then her body stilled itself, coming to a purged and utterly satisfied rest, and she drank in the sensations of Aaron licking and kissing her lower lips, slowly and sensuously, knowing that he had fulfilled his promise of earlier in the evening. He tasted the mix of his seed and her juices and made a delicious sound between her legs. “Mmmm…” He kissed her sex again. “We taste good together. I’m going to have a lot more of this.” He gave her another lick. “That’s too damn good.”
In a fog, they ended up cuddling on the bedspread. For a while, how long they did not know, they held each other, kissing long, slow kisses, playing with each other post-coitally. Aaron fingered and strummed at the slippery, wet place where he’d been between Macy’s legs, while Macy pulled at the softened largeness at his crotch. They kissed and kissed, intoxicated with each other as if they had raided the wine room and each had downed
a whole bottle.
After some time, Macy spoke his name softly between kisses. “Aaron…”
“Yeah?” he said back.
“You know something?”
“What?”
“Your body is incredible. Just absolutely incredible. I can’t get over it.”
“You’re not supposed to get over it,” he said, pecking her lips. “Unless you’re riding me, which you might be doing later. You’re supposed to be under it while I screw your brains out.”
“It’s all good,” said Macy. “I just can’t believe what a fantastic body you have. God, you are incredible.”
A little jolt of pleasure went through him at her tugging his root a bit harder. “I see you approve of that too.” He pecked her nose, then her lips again. “You really know what to do with a dick, you know that?”
“You give me plenty to work with,” she replied with a tiny laugh.
“Well, I’m glad you’re having a good time with my body and my equipment,” said Aaron. “In my work and my business, my body has been my best advertisement. And the better shape I stay in, the more I get to do what I love best. I love to screw. There’s nothing better, no better feeling in the world than using what I’ve got down there. I love it better than anything. My dick never quits. It gets hard, and it stays hard and always comes back for more. I never, ever get enough. The only thing as good as screwing is screwing again.”
