Girls Vs. Love

by Mona Cox

  His fingers bury themselves in my hair and I start feeling his cock slowly, very slowly, sliding inside of my pussy. His thick shaft parts my inner lips and his tip strains against my inner walls as he eases himself in.

  This is… Oh my God. This is absolute perfection.

  All that I feel is his long thickness lodging itself deep inside me and turning those flames of desire into a raging inferno of pleasure.

  He pulls back slowly before going in again, his body rocking against mine. My hands go down his back and to his tight hard ass, grabbing him there and pulling him into me as if I’m afraid he’s going to escape any minute now. I lock my legs behind his back, and sure that he’s not going anywhere, I start bucking my hips against him.

  I’m breathing hard, the muscles around my lungs so numb with pleasure that I’m having a hard time doing something as simple and breathing. As he starts going faster, his cock settling into a crescendo rhythm, my ragged breathing turns into a cadence of wild moaning.

  He leans even more into me, pressing his whole body against mine. As he comes and goes, each time his cock goes deep inside of me his body rubs against my clit, an expanding pressure spreading throughout all of my body.

  Like holding your breath, you know when the moment you won’t be able to endure any longer is coming. That’s pretty much what I feel right now. I don’t even exactly know what this is, as I’ve never had a man making me come before, but I know it’s coming for me. Oh, yes, it’s coming for me hard.

  Feeling it scratch and growl at the outer edges of my mind, I summon all my strength and, tensing up my legs and grabbing at his ass hard, I lock him into place and thrust my hips hard against him.

  I’m going to explode. I really am.

  There’s a storm raging in my mind, lighting and thunder all over my body. I can’t fight this, I can’t resist it, I can’t—oh, sweet God.

  I’m screaming, I’m screaming as loud as I can. My body is trembling as if I’ve lost control of all my limbs. My legs and arms are flailing, and I almost feel like crying in pleasure. Derek remains still, slowly rocking his body against mine as I simply vanish into a higher dimension.

  My body is buzzing with delight, a pleasure that I didn’t even know existed in the universe devouring everything that I am.

  “This… This was…”

  “This was only the start, Alicia,” he says, his lips brushing against my ear.

  As he pulls out of me and hooks his fingers on my thighs, making me roll to my stomach, I realize that yes, there’s more to come, and it’s going to be even better.

  He kneels on the bed, pulling me into him; I jut my ass back at him and prop myself up with my elbows. My hair is disheveled, locks of it falling over my face, but I don’t care. All that I care about is the Greek God standing behind me with his cock ready to hand out a sweet beating.

  I shiver as I feel his hands tracing the curves on my ass, his fingers finding my aching pussy and parting it with care. I moan as he presses his large tip against my pussy, rubbing it up and down there. I wiggle my ass at him; I don’t want to wait anymore, I don’t want any teasing. I want him; no, I need him inside of me with such desperation it’s almost hard for me to believe it.

  But when he thrusts, piercing me in one single stroke… Yeah, it’s not that hard to believe. What’s better than his cock, really? In the whole universe I bet there’s nothing better than it. And as he comes and goes, his cock sliding in and out of me at a relentless pace, I become more and more sure of it; there’s absolutely nothing better than having him inside of me. Money, fame, power, prestige? None of that matters, not a single thing. You can have all that, for all I care. Just don’t take his cock away, that’s mine.

  He slaps his thighs against my ass as he thrusts, his fingers buried in my ass. He slides one hand around my waist and his long fingers stretch so that one of them is right above my clit, pressing and rubbing there as he keeps on going at me mercilessly.

  I’m grabbing at the sheets hard, the intensity of what’s running through my veins completely mind numbing. I’m gritting my teeth, my whole body tensing up as I savor how his cock struggles against my tightness.

  I tighten my pussy around his length and I feel him slowing down the pace, taking his time to appreciate how it feels to be deep inside of me and have my inner walls trying to choke his thick cock.

  As for me, I’m not even sure if I’m appreciating anything. My mind is completely blank, and all the pleasure that I’m feeling is not even being processed. It’s just raw, pure and unadulterated. And by God, do I like it like this!

  Even though I’m tightening my pussy hard around his cock, he builds the pace once again, this time not settling on keeping a rhythm of any kind. It’s always growing, always going faster and faster, the sound of flesh on flesh incessant.

  It’s happening again; that pressure is coming for me, than tension that stretches my muscles and makes them taut and hard. I can feel it creeping in with each thrust of his, electricity spreading from his finger to my clit and then to the rest of my body.

  Before I know it, I’m already screaming again. The sound is throaty and raw, and it’s almost un-lady like. But I don’t care. Why would I? When my whole body is trembling and quivering with pleasure, it’s hard to care about a damn thing in the whole world.

  I let my face fall on the sheets, my teeth gritted as I let the tide of pleasure recede slowly. He pulls out of me, my pussy so sensitive a shiver goes up my spine when his glans rubs against my folds on the way out.

  I lay there, utterly and completely spent. Still, I know it’s not over. Oh, no, if I know anything about Derek Lowell is that it’s not over until he says so.

  I roll to my back, forcing my eyes open, and look at him with a lazy smile. He’s still kneeling, holding his huge cock in his hand, a look of pure hunger in his eyes. He grabs my hand and sits me up; he sits in front of me and pulls me to his lap, our mouths finding each other in a heartbeat. I let myself get lost in his kiss, feeling his cock so dangerously close to my pulsing pussy.

  Even before he makes a movement, I let my hands go to his cock and I raise myself up, pointing him at me. Slowly, I ease down onto him, pulling out from his kiss and moaning as I feel his cock feeding into me once again. I let myself fall on it, his length piercing me at once and forcing me to scream.

  I’m crazy, I’m insane. I went to the edge and I jumped. His cock is a blessing.

  I start bucking my hips as fast as I can against him, and he guides my movements with his hands on my ass. Sitting on top of him, there’s no escaping the length of his cock; all I can do is enjoy it for all I can, surrender to his gloriousness and let it consume me absolutely. Which, of course, is all that I want to do.

  I take my hands to his chest, and wanting to have some control over him, I push him down onto the mattress. He lets himself go willingly, his hands never leaving my ass. Swaying my hips, I ride him with abandonment, accompanying the upwards thrusts of his body.

  I lean into him and sway my chest over his face, enjoying the look on his face as my breasts jiggle right over him. He takes one hand off of my ass, and grabbing at one of my breasts, lifts his head and wraps his lips around my hard nipple, sucking on it with such violent passion that I can’t help but close my eyes and sigh harshly, the air leaving my body at once.

  More, I want more.

  Still with his cock in me, I lift myself up on the mattress slightly, raising my knees and supporting myself with only my feet. I’m squatting over him, his cock pointing straight up and ready to be buried deep inside of me.

  Using the last strength I still have in my muscles, I start lowering myself on his cock and then going back up. I scream each time I go down, his cock so deep inside of me that I can’t help but force myself further down, wanting to have every single inch of him burning inside of me. I don’t know even know how I’m doing this, how it’s physically possible for me to have him in me.

  I go at him faster and faster, his finger
s curling around both my breasts viciously. I look down at him, enjoying the look of pure joy and lust on the hard lines of his face, and I redouble my efforts. Forget about running or going to the gym; you’ve never pushed your body to the point of exhaustion if you haven’t experienced Derek’s cock. And that’s the truth.

  I feel his cock pulsing harshly inside of me, all of his body tensing up, and I make one last effort to not slow down. He’s gritting his teeth, and in an instant, his muscles become even more taut as his cock starts spasming violently inside of me, shooting his cum against my insides. My skin prickles as his warm cum fills me up and starts dripping down to my thighs and then falling in thick droplets on the sheets, but I don’t stop. I keep on going up and down on him until I can’t take it anymore, my whole body as tense as a nocked arrow.

  I erupt in pleasure, ripples of it washing over me with such intensity that I simply collapse on top of Derek, my legs flailing as if they’re not mine to control. I bury my fingers on his chest as I endure the destroying force of my orgasm, surrendering to the perfection of it.

  He holds me tight in his arms, and my body still reeling from all of it, I feel him kissing my forehead gently.

  “That’s what I wanted to do to you the first time I saw you on the 6 train,” he whispers at me.

  Oh, God. I can’t help but see myself in his words. I’ll confess; I would do anything for this man.

  11

  Derek

  I'm trying not to laugh, but I think this is the third egg Alicia's ruined and the kitchen is so filled with smoke that I worry the fire alarm is going to go off and send panic through the entire building. She's trying to impress me with a nice, Saturday morning breakfast, and while I appreciate the effort, I think we should just go out to eat. Why not let someone else cook for us?

  She walks back over to a bowl of heavy cream sitting on the counter and she places the hand mixer into the liquid and turns it on high speed. Specks of the cream fly onto her face and she winces.

  "I never thought cooking could be so hard!" she says. "But I think if I keep this on high speed, I'll have made homemade whipped cream, and when I do, I just may want to paint your body with it."

  I raise one eyebrow. "Is that so?"

  Her playful tone dies down, and a frown forms across her face. "But it's not thickening up."

  "I think your bowl needed to be chilled."

  "Since when did you become an expert in the art of making whipped cream?" she laughs.

  "I'm definitely not an expert," I say laughing. "You know where I stand on all of this … I prefer to let someone else do the cooking."

  Cooking is just too much of a hassle … and too time consuming. Time is money, and I certainly wouldn't spend it cooking for myself.

  "Oh no, not again!" she says, her attention diverted. She rushes over to the stove and grabs the frying pan by the handle and walks it to the sink. Something is burning. I watch as she scrapes burnt pieces of our breakfast into the kitchen sink. She isn't listening to me, and the frying pan looks like its seen better days.

  I look over and see bits of broken egg on her spatula, and black specks of burnt bread. I walk over to her and wrap one arm around her waist. I kiss her neck gently, and reassure her that everything's going to be okay.

  "When was the last time that you cooked? Let's just go to Balthzar," I suggest. I can tell she's flustered, and disappointed, but I'm trying to make light of it all.

  "But I've been working so hard on this," she pouts. "I can't believe it's not working out this morning!"

  "Warm croissants, champagne, fresh berries, an omelet—let's have someone else make our breakfast today. Doesn't that sound nice?" I say, pleading my case.

  "I like Balthazar, but we're always eating out," she says. "I just wanted to cook for us for a change, Derek."

  "And your effort speaks volumes, babe," I say, kissing her again, but this time on the corner of her mouth. "But get dressed. I'm treating you, and that's final."

  It takes her a moment, but she finally agrees to go out for breakfast.

  "You win," she says. "But next time, I'm cooking."

  I don't understand why she's so adamant about cooking for us, but that's fine.

  "Deal," I say.

  "Speaking of deals," she says, growing serious all of a sudden. "Have you made any new business deals lately?"

  "What do you mean?" I ask. "That's a strange questions to ask. My business is always evolving. I'm sure I've brokered something new."

  "Well, I was just curious. I realized that I still don't know a whole lot about what exactly you do."

  "It's complicated … and boring," I say, trying to change the subject.

  "Do your global holdings include business in Russia?" she asks, and the question takes me by surprise.

  "That's specific," I say. "What do you care about Russia?"

  "Oh, it has nothing to do with the country really," she says. "I'm just curious. Do you also have holdings in North Korea and Iran?"

  I can't help but laugh. Where is she going with this? Russia? Iran? North Korea?

  "This sounds like a game of 20 questions," I laugh. "Are you planning on doing global business with someone?"

  But when I ask this she gets quiet. She's not sharing in my laughter. She's not looking into my eyes, and seems to be focused on something else.

  "What's wrong?" I ask. I walk up to her and run my fingers through her hair. I try to draw her close to me, but she seems distant.

  "It's nothing," she says.

  "You know you can tell me anything, right? Because this doesn't seem like 'nothing' to me," I say. "You're holding something back."

  But as soon as I begin to probe, she changes the subject.

  "My curiosity just got the better of me. It's really nothing," she says walking over to the dining room table and sitting down. We're both sitting at the table now, directly across from each other, and just as I'm about to tell her that I don't believe her, and that I think she's still holding something back, I feel her foot near my cock.

  She's dragging her foot up my leg and has it nestled in between the crevice of my thighs. I look over and she has a devilish smile on her face. She then reaches under the table and grabs my cock ... not a soft grab, but like she means it. It's now hard as a fucking steel pipe and twitching in my pants.

  I no longer care about her global holdings questions because I'm too focused on the throbbing in my pants. So, I decide to drop the subject.

  "How can one woman be so sexy?" I ask.

  She just smiles and squeezes a little harder. "How can one man be so delicious?"

  If she keeps this up, we may never make it to Balthazar. I'm tempted to bend her over this dining room table and take her as my main course.

  "So, what do you say? Would you like to spend the weekend with me?" I ask.

  "Let's see … considering that I already expected to, I'd say so," she says as her fingers wrap themselves tighter around my cock.

  I smile.

  This is going to be a better morning than I expected.

  12

  Alicia

  Okay, so I know that there are like a million evil lil' calories in this lamb gyro from the corner food truck, but you know what? I really don't have any desire to be healthy when I smell the food being handed to us.

  But I mean Ashley is thinking the same thing as me I think. Because she looks at me as we sit down on the steps of the Seagram's Building and she says to me with a pretty authoritative voice, "You know, babe, we're going to have to stop eating like ten thousand calories for lunch."

  Oh. My. God. As if she's not the one who Facebook'd me earlier this morning and asked me what I was doing for lunch. Sure, I may have suggested the food truck, but only because that's our go to spot. Where we used to sit and eat greasy meat. And stare at the meat walking by on Park Avenue we wanted to...you know, get greasy with.

  Okay, okay, yes, I've been saving that one for a while now. I honestly thought it would be more fun when I
said it than it was, so if you're rolling your eyes, I didn't deliver it right, okay?

  Besides, with everything going on with Derek and Nadia and Carter Jeffries and the money trail, I'm not sure I want to get greasy with anyone till I figure this out.

  "Oh my God, are you sex daydreaming on me now?" Ashley asks out of the blue, her mouth chewing lamb gyro.

  Now I really roll my eyes and look at her. "Is that all you're focused on, Ashley?" I ask her. "Just how much sex I'm having?"

  It takes a moment for Ashley to swallow before she can reply. "Well, I'm certainly not having any sex," she says to me. "And it's been so long for me, I think my pussy is just closing up, you know?"

  I'm rolling my eyes again, but inside I know the feeling. I wasn't getting any until Derek showed up.

  And completely upended my life.

  To the point where I don't know if he's being completely honest with me. But a part of me wonders if this is even a big deal. I mean --

  "Hey," Ashley says, eating a piece of lamb that fell from her gyro as she looks at me. "You still with me?"

  "Yeah," I sigh. I don't know what else to do. And I guess Ashley realizes this because she goes from looking at me with a snarky mouth filled with lamb gyro to concerned.

  She still has to swallow before asking, "What's wrong, babe?"

  I sit there, chewing absently for a minute. I don't actually know where to begin. I mean, how do you describe the vague feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach?

  "Is it Derek?" Ashley asks, her concern evident now.

  Awww. I mean, we snark at each other sure, but the moment there's something wrong with me, I know she's going to drop everything if there's a hint of trouble with me.

  "Alicia," Ashley asks, her voice now serious. I know it's serious because she puts down her gyro. She's not eating it anymore. For Ashley or I to put down food during lunch, when we only have like that little time before scurrying back to our desks, is a big fucking deal. "How are things with you and Derek? For reals," she asks and I know I'm gonna have to tell her the truth.