Everything He Desires

by Liz Lovewell

  By the time he shifted to the other foot, she was clutching the sheets, forcing herself not to squeal out loud with the slightly tickling, highly sensual pleasure. All this time his hands never stopped caressing, his thumbs stroking firmly into the sole of her foot. All her initial tension was washed away now, and her whole body felt boneless and supple. She sighed, lying back on the sheets as she gave in to the floating, lightweight sensation she got from the sensuous foot play.

  So, when his lips started to trail up her ankle to her calf, she didn’t panic. She didn’t flinch or stiffen when his hands clasped the back of her knees and drew them far apart as his tongue snaked out to trace a hot, sloppy path over her inner thigh, very close to her pulsing pussy.

  “Chloe.”

  Her eyes were drawn to him once more at the sound of her name on his lips. She shivered to see the dark, burning lust in his grey eyes. “I want to see you. All of you,” he said. His fingers were hitched into her panties, poised to take them off. Wordlessly, she nodded. She hadn’t much choice at this point, had she? She was here, in his bed, under his power. She was powerless to resist him. Chloe knew now that she had been right: being claimed by Grant would never be the ordeal she had feared it would be. His touch brought her pleasure, and she longed for him to make her his.

  She lifted her bottom off the bed to aid him in slipping off her panties, just before he finally pulled the flimsy thing off her ankles. Next thing, he was pulling her lacy lingerie over her head, and once again, she helped him by raising her arms.

  Now, totally naked beneath his glowing eyes, she couldn’t stop the pounding of her heart as she saw the unmistakable look on his face. “Beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” he growled, seizing one breast and squeezing hard, almost punishingly. She gasped, but he let her go. Now, she could do nothing but watch as he too, shrugged out of his robe. He lay next to her, thrilling her nostrils with his newly washed scent. She was intoxicated by the smell of hard heat.

  She melted with helpless anticipation, her hands itching to run over the magnificent planes of his body. Well proportioned and muscular, he had a lean waist and chiseled abdominals. His shoulders where broad, his arms thick, and his hairless chest wide. He had perfect little nipples, already firm with arousal. Chloe swallowed convulsively at the golden-toned delight spread out before her.

  She’d never seen a more beautiful, more perfectly ripped masculine form, and neither had she seen a cock so hard, long and thick as the one rearing like a nightstick from his groin. She bit on her lip at the sight of it, feeling her pussy vibrate in almost telekinetic pleasure at the thought of being claimed soon by that terrific-looking cock. The head was shaped like a marble-chiseled helmet, and looked so inviting that she couldn’t help licking her lips in lustful anticipation. There was no denying that the sight of him was enough to send a gush of juices rising from her cunt.

  She saw him smile, his eyes reading her expression accurately. He lay back against the sea of pillows, his hands going to link behind his head as he prompted: “Go on. Take it in your mouth.”

  She shivered at his command, but she couldn’t back out now. Her whole body ached to touch him, taste him. Underneath his slightly hooded gaze, she reached out and took the base of his cock in her hands, amazed that even with her two fists wrapped around him, they still weren’t enough to encompass his sizeable manhood. She felt the rigid shaft of bone and flesh throb inside her soft fingers, and her belly twisted itself in knots of desire. Lowering her head, she pressed little kisses over his smooth head, her tongue snaking out to get her first taste of him, of the precum which had gathered at the tiny slit. It tasted deliciously sweet, causing the hunger to crunch even harder inside her. She focused on all the sensations coiling through the center of her body as she bathed him from tip to base in lollipop licks, her fingertips kneading firmly on the meaty trunk.

  “Fuck yes,” he growled, his fingers now sinking into her hair, taking a fist full on either side of her head as he eased her down on his pulsing dick. Her mouth opened wide, wider, and she took him as deep as she could. There was still a good half of his cock left, but this was as far as she could go, especially as she felt his tip brushing the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, not used to having such a big dick in her mouth. Already her lips felt painfully stretched—but she ignored the discomfort. She wanted to concentrate only on giving him pleasure. In and out his cock slid, her tongue twirling around him all the while.

  The sounds of her lips smacking, his deep growls of pleasure, the warmth of his flesh as her fingers ranged from his balls to the corded lines of his thigh muscles… It was enough to get her soaking wet. And when his grip tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he began to face-fuck her, she could do nothing but take, and take. His hips pumped, sending his cock jabbing up into her open throat. Her lips sucked on him, pulled him in, her tongue lapping at the head each time he withdrew. She loved it—loved the way he used her mouth for his pleasure as he grunted with lust.

  “Oh hell…too much,” he rumbled, suddenly tugging on her locks and pulling out of her mouth. His breath was coming out in short gasps, and Chloe drew in some much needed air. But even that was stolen from her as he grabbed her mouth in a rough, sloppy kiss. “Damn you’re so sexy. I can’t wait to ram myself deep inside you. But not before I taste some of that pretty pussy of yours,” he told her with a voice thick with desire. “Lie on your back baby, and spread your legs wide for me.”

  As ever, she was obedient to his command, her brain unable to tell her differently. She soon found herself exactly how he wanted her, flat on her back on the soft, huge bed, her thighs parted as far as they would go. That was when he settled himself at face level with her pussy, and began to drive her insane.

  As his tongue and lips wreaked havoc on her quivering hole, his hands reached up to fondle her breasts, tweaking on the nipples and massaging the pliable flesh until she was squirming with ecstasy.

  He was taking turns to suck on her clit, and then lick her swollen folds, making them engorge even further as his tongue began to move faster, deeper. He pried his way past her entrance, dipping into her convulsive vaginal walls with his snakelike tongue. She did all she could not to squeal out loud as he began to tongue-lash her both within and without.

  As if that wasn’t enough torture, one of his hands released hold of her breast, and then he was skewering her. Not with one finger, but two. She was already sopping wet, which made him slide in with ease. Her ears were filled with the sloshing noises of her own cunt as he finger-rammed her, and she added her moans to the sounds filling the room. And just when she was sure she couldn’t take anymore, he stopped, keeping her right there on the peak of pleasure as he straightened from her cunt.

  His eyes now blazed hungrily down at her, watching every look of helpless lust on her face. “I’m going to love making you scream even more when I fill you with my thick cock. Tell me how much you’d like that—how you can’t wait any longer for me to fuck you till you scream,” he ordered gruffly as he fisted his cock at the base and stroked the tip along the seam of her cunt. “Say it, Chloe. Say, ‘fuck me, Grant.’ I want to hear you say my name. I want to hear you beg for it.”

  “Oh God…yes,” she moaned, unable to look away as he held her gaze compellingly. She could feel his fingers move in circular motions over her sex, making her drip even more copiously. She sobbed, wishing he would fill up the emptiness gnawing at her vibrating pussy. “Please…oh please, fuck me. Grant, I want you to ram your big fat cock into me.”

  He smiled wickedly. “Keep talking dirty baby, I love it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” His hands now cupped her breasts, his fingers digging into the firm mounds. She gasped at his fierce grasp, a slight shaft of pain cutting through her as he suddenly took hold of her nipples and twisted them hard.

  “I want…,” she let out on a moan, arching her back with the sting of him pulling wickedly on her nipples. They ached from the sweet torture, tingling with almost painful
delight. She knew then exactly what to ask for.

  “I want you to take me hard, Grant. Fuck me deep, holding nothing back,” she told him clearly, her eyes locking purposefully with his. “I want you to make me scream every time you thrust into me.”

  “Chloe…heck,” he groaned, his face twisting as if in pain. She braced herself for the impact of being impaled by that pole of his, as he finally settled once again between her thighs. She felt her knees getting shoved up almost to her chin, and she knew then that he was going to show her no mercy. He was going to give it to her just the way she hungered for…

  *****

  This was mindless pleasure like she’d never known. From the first hard, powerful thrust, Chloe knew she was in for a journey into paradise. He slammed into her, causing her body to rock back, almost knocking her against the headboard.

  She’d been unable to keep from screaming as that hot, throbbing cock ripped into her, making her feel like she was being fucked with a tree trunk. The pain was indescribable, and so was the pleasure. He filled her up, made her feel so stuffed with cock that her pussy walls fit him as snugly as a velvet glove. He started off at a fast, heady pace, never slowing down no matter how much she shrieked and moaned. If anything, her pleasure-tinged outbursts seemed to motivate him further into more grueling, belly-slamming thrusts.

  Chloe had never been claimed so passionately, or so deeply. He angled his hips so that when he shafted her, his cock hit spots in her pussy she’d never even known a cock could reach. She felt her canal spasm around him, unable to fight the waves which soon threatened to engulf her. His mouth found its way to her breasts, and he clamped over one nipple, sucking roughly, biting his teeth into the crinkled flesh. For the umpteenth time that night, she screamed out his name.

  His own sounds of pleasure, though more subdued, were no less intense. He groaned every time her walls drew on him like a suction tube, her juices flowing and coating him from tip to stem. His thighs moved like pistons, causing slapping noises each time their bodies collided. Chloe felt his heavy balls swinging against the underside of her slit. She felt as his cock seemed to thicken impossibly as they both started towards the point of no return. She almost couldn’t believe it when she began to chant over and over, “Don’t stop Grant, don’t ever fucking stop…”

  She never wanted it to end, and she clung to him fiercely, her hands hitching on to his clenching ass cheeks as he smacked into her pussy again and again. But it was no good holding back; she was already there, tipping over the edge. Before she could stop herself, she let out a screech so thin and loud that it almost sounded like a whistle. Her pussy contracted around his cock, gripping him like a clamp as she came in a volcanic eruption.

  He kept stroking at the same speed, not easing up even as she arched her back, her breath leaving her in short, hard gasps. Triggered by her spasming climax, he rode on furiously to his own tumultuous release, a vibrating growl bursting from his lips as he pumped himself deep inside her.

  As limp as a rag doll, she slumped against the bed, trying to catch her breath. He took his place beside her, gathering her to him as his hands combed back the damp tendrils from her hair. His lips were tender as they pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That was perfect,” he whispered, resting her head unto his chest. Chloe dreamily inhaled the lingering heated scents from his skin, her mind swimming and full of his every essence.

  His next words made her shiver as he whispered them teasingly in her ear, “But you were very naughty to have cum without my permission. I’m going to have to punish you for that later. It seems that you have much to learn, Chloe…”

  Chloe couldn’t hold back her shudder of expectation, even as exhaustion began to take over. As her eyes grew heavy with much-needed sleep, she told herself he was right. This was going to be all about learning to fulfill his every need—and in essence, hers.

  And yes, though it had been prompted by her sense of duty to her family, she now looked forward to the rest of the trip with pleasure, knowing that each day would be even more tremendously satisfying than the last…