When she didn’t do what he said, he sighed. He took a step toward her and kissed her—just like that. No introduction, no pleasant conversation. He just kissed her without so much as a how-do-you-do.
She stared up into his eyes. The puffy bruising around his cheeks and mouth faded away. Only his eyes remained. She searched them for some answer. What would he do to her? What she saw there answered all her questions.
Whatever he did, it would be good. He knew what he was doing. He would show her. She could relax and let him lead the way.
His swollen lips worked magic on her mouth. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself kissing him back. She nibbled those lips, and his tongue ventured beyond her teeth to find her inside. Their tongues measured, probed and discovered.
His kiss built on itself to demanding insistence. He commanded her to kiss him back. He called her whole body to respond. Little fiery licks shot down her stomach and plunged between her legs. Was it ever like this the last time she kissed somebody? She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember any feeling like this in her life. She mounted to fermented excitement.
She sucked in the kisses of his lips faster, and he kept pace with her. He wormed his arms around her back and embraced her against him. She collapsed into his arms like she belonged there. He lifted her against his chest and mauled her lips off. His tongue slithered deep into her throat to awaken all the desires she never let herself experience before.
She never dreamed. She never fantasized. She never wanted until now. This forgotten part of her exploded to life. All its ravaging hunger hunted for its prey, and he gave it to her. He hoisted her off the ground. His leg slipped between hers, and he jammed his knee up against her crotch. Oh, God, she ached there like she couldn’t believe! She needed this so bad. How did she ever live without this?
She rode his knee hard, and her steaming juices soaked her panties. He squeezed one powerful hand behind her neck. The other grappled a fistful of ass and pushed her down even harder. He didn’t have to move her hips. She did that herself. She humped his leg for all she was worth. She had to get there. She had to do this.
All the time, his tongue plowed into her mouth. His lips caressed her mouth faster. His strength matched her naked desire. She could do what she wanted with him, and he would accept it. He didn’t shy away from her monstrous need. He welcomed it. He encouraged it. He understood exactly what she wanted, and he offered himself to fill it.
Before she could stop it, a raging torrent of unstoppable excitement washed over her. She exploded in screaming orgasm right there in the living room. His knee nudged her pussy to burning ecstasy, and she succumbed. She tried to throw her head back and scream to the ceiling, but he held her tight against his mouth. He made her scream into his ravenous lips. He ate up her moans and rapture.
She went limp in his hands. So that was it. She had her first orgasm. Now she could walk away and go back to her life. She had the first sexual experience of her life, and she never had to take her clothes off. So much the better.
He didn’t put her down, though. He carried her across the room. Still holding her suspended in his arms. He sat down on the couch. He set her feet on the floor between his thighs, and her knees almost buckled. She still sighed and swooned from that massive orgasm. Her eyes drifted closed so she barely noticed him going to work on her clothes.
He started on the button fly of her jeans. He popped the first button before she realized. His masterful fingers scooted down the line and unfastened each button in turn until he laid both halves aside. Like lightning, he dove between the two leaves and buried his battered face against her stomach. Her soft belly swallowed him up. He snuffled into her folds and weaseled his way down to the lacy band of her panties.
She fought to get her brain working. The orgasm he just gave her fogged her mind. She blinked at the back of his head and his broad back spread out below her. What was he doing? His muscles strained until every fiber stretched through his shirt.
His muscled arms flexed around her hips. His hands groped all around her ass, between her thighs, and down to her knees.
She would have walked away after the first mind-blowing climax, but he wouldn’t let her. He kept her there until he ignited her desires all over again. He wasn’t finished with her by a long shot. His fingers snaked under her shirt to press her into his face. Then he raked his fingernails down her ass and dragged her pants down with them.
He let them rest in the crease of her ass. He was too busy with her stomach to go any further. That’s what he let her believe, anyway. In the meantime, he eased her shirt up over her waist until her bra peeked out underneath it.
Her vision swam. She couldn’t focus her eyes. What he did existed so far beyond the frontier of her awareness she didn’t register it until her raging fury burst through her hotter and stronger than before.
Her crotch sizzled. Her every nerve quaked. She wanted this. She wanted him.
She wanted to destroy herself on him until nothing remained of either of them. She wanted to engulf him inside herself to climax again and again and never stop.
She watched her own hands rub down his back. She scratched up his shoulders. His rock hard muscle didn’t give an inch at her touch.
His wicked fingers dallied up her back, under her shirt to her neck. He paused along the way to give her bra clasp a friendly flick. It popped apart, and he went on his merry way. He stroked her all over.
Her nipples startled awake and pricked the lacy cups that once held them captive. Now that nothing kept them suspended, their sensitive skin rocketed to full arousal. Her nipples itched for any touch, for his sucking mouth, for torturous excitement.
He grazed his cheek up her midsection to the borderline where her shirt and bra covered the last inches of her ribs. He nudged them out of the way. He did everything with nonchalant slowness. Nothing over excited him. He never jabbed or pinched or hurried.
Her knees wobbled, and his arms tightened around her thighs. He hugged her against him and supported her, so she would never fall. Nothing bad could happen to her as long as he controlled this situation for her everlasting benefit.
He nosed her shirt and bra upward. He just happened to notice her breasts hanging there in his face. He kissed up her belly until he found the hard brown morsels waiting for him.
Cloe fell into his mouth with a whimpering sigh. His sucking tongue filled her whole soul with warmth and light and contentment. She could dwell in that mouth. She could cradle his head against her chest and die.
Once he found them, his casual indifference fell away. He mauled them to raw nubs. His teeth bothered her to sobbing despair. Through it all, he pawed up and down her back. He tugged her jeans the rest of the way down to her knees. She stood before him in her saturated panties. If only he would go back to her stomach, she could guide him lower. He would satisfy her deepest longing down there.
He didn’t go back, though. He nibbled her nipples harder. He popped off one and swooped down on the other. He nagged them to hideous anticipation. He caressed her ass. He traced her panties around her legs.
She tried to spread her legs for his touch, but she couldn’t hold herself up if she did that. She had to stand there and let him grind the cruel cotton between her petals. He squished her panties into her wet pussy until she whined and moaned in his arms.
He growled low under his breath, but his mouth and hands ranged everywhere, all over her. They let go of one part, only to seize and titillate another. She writhed and squirmed every which way. No matter what she did, he excited her more until she couldn’t bear it. She wanted it all. She couldn’t react fast enough to meet all that pleasure.
He let her nipple go and dove into her stomach one more time. Oh, yes! She already knew what he wanted to do. He inched lower, lower. He pulled her panties down, and his face vanished between her legs. Now she really couldn’t hold herself up. She had to teeter on her heels. He clamped both hands around her ass and shoved her pussy onto his
face.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and followed his movements. She would have been surprised, but everything made sense now. That cataclysmic orgasm he gave her only opened the door to more of the same. He would never let her go until she experienced all the pleasure in the world. He would give her one orgasm after another until he left her a whimpering puddle of ecstasy on the floor.
His tongue flashed across her clit enough to make her cry. Her luscious pussy opened before him. Her pulse rocked all around her cunt until she couldn’t think. Her pussy pulsed and flamed. His mouth only scorched her hotter than ever.
Into this toxic brew, he drove his hawk fingers. He stirred her cauldron to roaring bubbling madness while his mouth sucked and licked and spurred her clit to heaven. She didn’t want to go there. He made her go there. He inserted his powerful digits in her puffy pink opening. He tickled her into blistering rapture.
Faster than the first, her second climax overtook her in all its majesty. It thundered over her head and stole her breath away. She panted and gasped, but she couldn’t stop it. She tightened her fists in his hair and crushed his injured face against her cunt. She didn’t care about any ticklish tongue licks anymore. She had to smash herself on his bones. She had to thump those fingers to her deepest insides. She had to come and come and never stop coming.
She would have collapsed if he hadn’t held her upright by her cherry ass. She stretched her soul to the clouds and let the screams rip out of her. He plunged his fingers into her limit. He bumped his knuckles against her pelvis. All of it worked together to bring her to the greatest fulfillment of her life. Was this sex? Was this the disgusting waste of time she’d spent so much of her life avoiding?
Even before she finished, he pulled away. “Perfect, baby. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna enjoy this. And you will too.”
He leaned back on the couch and put out his hands for her. That was the first glimpse she got of the bulging rock hidden in his pants. His cock strained to get out, and he spread his legs to give it more room.
Just for a second, she thought she was afraid of it. She never came face to face with one of those before. Would it hurt the way some girls claimed it would? What if it made her bleed? What if she was never the same down there again?
The next instant, she thought better of it. She wouldn’t lose her virginity if she didn’t face that thing. What could it really do to her, anyway? Wasn’t she made for it? It was natural, wasn’t it? Somebody somewhere designed the male and female body to fit together. It wouldn’t hurt her. It might just feel pretty good.
He pushed his hips up toward her. “Do you want that? Is that what you want?”
She couldn’t take her eyes off it. What would it look like? What would it feel like? Could she make him feel as good as he made her feel if she touched him...there?
Overwhelming curiosity moved her forward. Without meaning to, she went down on her knees in front of him. She had to see it. Cloe just had to touch it and see for herself what it would do. Then she could decide what to do about it.
Chapter 5
Cloe touched his pants. He wore jeans, too. She knew how to open them, but she brushed her fingertips over that hard knob, just to feel its wicked tightness. It jumped at her touch, and Sonny groaned. She looked up at his face.
He grimaced in brutal agony. He bared his teeth between his lips, and his breath rasped in his mouth.
She observed his anguished reaction when she fingered the cock under his clothes. She squeezed it and investigated the rigid length growing out of his balls to the rounded head where it ended. She bent over and kissed it. He bucked up against her. “Suck it, baby. Get it out and suck it. Show me how much you want it.”
Suck it? Okay, she could do that. She concentrated on getting his pants open.
She snapped apart the button, but she didn’t get a chance to slide his zipper down. His cock swelled bigger and harder than ever. It poked his bright red head out and forced the zipper open.
Her finger grazed the zipper, and it glided over that meaty shaft. It sprouted out of him to point into her face. “See what you do to me?” he grumbled. “Do you see how beautiful and sexy and incredibly hot you are? Don’t ever let me hear you say guys don’t want women like you. God, I want you so bad! Come on, baby. Put me out of my misery.”
She didn’t understand what he was saying. His body held all her attention. She fondled his cock in her delicate fingers. She couldn’t comprehend such an alien thing. She traced its veins and its taut umbrella head. She never saw one so close before. She moved it around on its stem.
He choked when she glided her hand up and down its length. She had to kiss it. She had to cool it and comfort it. She guided it into her mouth and eased it into her throat.
His fingers gripped her shoulders and he moaned louder. The quicker she swallowed the louder he groaned.
Cloe just had to take him inside her. She would devour it until it nourished her deepest hunger.
He brushed her hair off her face and collected it in a bunch behind her head. He pushed her down on his cock. He muttered under his breath, but she couldn’t make out the words. That didn’t matter.
She glided her lips along its length. She flashed her tongue under the curved rim and over his throbbing veins. Oh, it tasted good. It tasted like fresh, hot man. She now craved that taste.
She cradled his balls in one hand and stroked his shaft with the other while she sucked. His groaning, grumbling complaints rose to whimpering cries. He gasped for breath every time she swallowed him as deep as he would go.
She just got down to business when he pulled her off. His lips quivered back from his teeth. He hauled her up to his mouth to kiss her. He let go of her hair, and it curtained around her face. “Sit on it, baby. Show me how you want to sit on it.”
Did she want to sit on it? She never considered it until this moment. As soon as he said those words, she realized she did want to sit on it. She wanted to sit on it more than anything in the world. She could take it into her throat, but nothing could compare to taking it into her hidden recesses. She would hide it in her blood and her bones. He would never get away from her there.
She got to her feet, and he collected her near him with both hands. He scooped her in, and his fingers walked across her ass to bring her to the right place. She inched forward. Quick as lightning, he shucked his pants the rest of the way down to his ankles. He forked two fingers around his cock to make it stand up straight. His other hand steered her onto his lap.
Forgotten instinct told her what to do. She knelt on either side of his hips. All she had to do was sit down. He aimed his tool into her saturated lips, and her wet juices welcomed him in. He plowed her pussy apart until he found the locked door inside, and there he stopped.
She held her breath and waited, but he wouldn’t go any further. He leaned back and kissed her. “Come on, baby. Come on. Sit down. Sit down. You know you want to.”
She wanted to, but she wasn’t sure how. Sit down on it? He made it sound so simple, but her flesh wouldn’t let him in. Her tightness halted him there. How could she get him inside?
That question answered itself out of her bottomless, insatiable longing for him. Her body ached for that thick meat inside her. He belonged there. She would never be complete until she got him in there where his cock fit. She would never become a whole person without that missing piece of herself.
Sonny didn’t do anything. He just sat there and waited until her own need made her move. She pushed her hips against his cock. She pumped forward and back. She let her weight sink onto the torturous shaft pointing up at her.
Micron by micron, she wormed it past the iron doorway. Inch by inch, she squirmed onto it. Its frilled head snapped over her flesh. She mewed in pain, but the sweet release of getting him in there wiped it all out. In a second, glorious pleasure swept over her and shot her into space.
She dared not stick it in any farther. She hung suspended above him with the first spare inche
s of his shaft stuck between her virginal muscles. She didn’t sit down. She just knelt there and screamed. He clutched her behind the head with both hands. He jammed her forehead against his and held her still while she screamed and screamed and screamed her undying orgasm. That cock felt so good. It felt better than good. It felt cosmic, earth-shattering and incomprehensible.
The climax washed up and down her quivering frame. It excited her hips to glide back and forth. Her own gushing wetness coated his cock. She didn’t even notice when he sank farther in. She didn’t notice until his ridged cock touched a different zone inside her. It set off a chain reaction of one climax after another until she couldn’t keep still.
She collapsed onto his lap, and his prick slotted the rest of the way inside, but she couldn’t relax. She plunged into it and heaved up. She thumped him hard, and the delicious pain split her in half. She swirled him in circles to excite every square of flesh she could find.
He crushed her neck and head in his hands. He roared over her tempestuous screams, but she couldn’t hear him. “Yeah! Yeah, baby! That’s it. Come on. Come on. That’s right. Oh, yeah.”
He didn’t sit still now. He met her strikes slamming down on him. He slid farther down the couch and bounced her on his hips. He shot her juices all over the place spattering her pussy to pieces. She hung onto his wrists for leverage, but she had no idea what she was doing. Her mind went on vacation while her body did what it wanted.
Her body wanted to take every bit of him. Her body wanted to grasp every particle of desire it could get and leave no stone unturned. Her body would never quit until she made up for all the wasted time she’d spent alone.
Once again, she made the mistake of quitting before he did. She did it with him. She had who knows how many explosive orgasms. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. This was one for the record books. Now she could put her pants on and leave.
He didn’t play that way, though. One orgasm or several dozen made no difference to him. He set out to deflower her. He wouldn’t quit until he did the job right. She wanted an expert, and she got one.
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