Pure Desire [Pure 3] (Siren Publishing Allure)
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“I’m listening.”
He tore his eyes away and focused on the intricate design of the wall décor on the far wall. A modern work by an upcoming artist he came across that interest him because of the bold strokes, vibrant colors, and sweeping arcs. There was so much passion in the work, emotion. It wasn’t the best work he encountered, but something in it reminded him of Allura’s spirit. “If I arrange to get you back to Texas for the birth of our child, you must swear to me not to make one rejection, not even a peep, when I say it is time to leave.”
“You sound as if you are conducting business and not the rest of my life. I’m not sure I like that.”
“Just so you know, I’m not only an agent but have several lucrative import and export businesses that make me a wealthy man. In my line of business understanding and applying the art of negotiation is key.” He shifted his eyes and stared at her reflection through the mirror strategically placed so he could view them in the tub. She was thinking. Her forehead set in a wrinkle, cute nose scrunched, so adorable.
“How much time will I have in Legend after the baby is born?”
The pause was a mere stall tactic, and even before he presented the offer, he already knew the details and limitations. Allura could wrangle a robber of out their stash, and knowing this he had to be better than cunning. He had to let her think she was actually bargaining, and would win. He reached for the bottle of oil on the marble platform he added that surrounded the tub and squeezed some into his hands. He rubbed it, heating it between his fingers before he started massaging her shoulders, along her arms, and then back up again.
A pleasurably sigh slipped past her lips, she closed her eyes luxuriating in his touch. “Is this what you do to get your business associates to agree to your terms? It’s very distracting.” She jested, grinning.
Chuckling, leaning over her shoulder, nibbling at her ear, he whispered. “Most of my business partners are older gentlemen with bald heads, wide girths…not as alluring as you and certainly not as cute.”
“You can’t sweet talk me. Please answer my question.”
“Two weeks. Three is pushing it, but if everything seems safe while we’re there I could concede to three weeks.”
“Six.” She didn’t bat an eye, holding onto her poker face.
“Three.”
“You must promise a month regardless what happens or the answer is no.”
“Is that you final answer?” He sounded like a game show host.
Allura nodded firmly.
“Fine. I agree.” He grinned seeing her glare at him suspiciously.
“You would have given me a month anyway, wouldn’t you? How crude of you to trick me so,” she turned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, slender fingers caressed his neck. That was horrible of you.” She kissed him, smothering his face with smooches. “Thank you. Thank you. You won’t regret this, I swear.” She melded hot sweet lips against his. Her attention was innocent, and then became heated when she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. As only a woman can do, she made slow, intimate love to his mouth, so tender it caused Noor to tremble.
Reality hit Noor like a heavy, fisted blow straight to the midsection. This wasn’t just sex. This surpassed lust, which he had enough experience with to know the difference. Only desire could send an overwhelming longing to strum hard and make him feel he might succumb to sudden death if he was deprived of Allura. With a low swear, he reminded himself it wasn’t wise to lose himself in a woman. Then just as quickly as the thought surfaced, sound judgment evaporated into an urgent yearning that made his body excited at the possibility of receiving Allura’s hot-blooded, unselfish, and exquisite pleasure forever.
Noor pulled back from her kiss reluctantly. He ran his fingers down through the water and settled between her thighs. “Answer a question for me. I was wondering if each time you allow me to fuck you will I have to give in to something afterwards?”
“That is a horrible thing to say. It’s not as if I bartered my body, Noor. That is a ridiculous and unwarranted assumption. Not to mention crass of you to think or say.”
“Because you know I can’t deny you anything, which I probably shouldn’t tell you. You did everything but put your pistol to my head to have me compromise before. What makes this time different? I just want to know what I have to give up after I fuck you this time.”
Chapter Thirty-one
His gauche behavior should have offended her, but instead, an untamed rush of pleasure ran through her body at hearing the word ‘fuck’ that made her mushy and dampened her pussy. The mention of fucking, knowing that Noor was an artisan of the art of sex and an extreme virtuoso in bed, squelched any resentment she felt toward his uncouth demeanor that she should have taken exception to. She suppressed her annoyance when he scooted her forward, stretched out his long legs, and raised his knees exposing a supreme splendor of maleness with his great cock saluting the air. He rested back and folded his arms behind him. A slight movement caused his stomach muscles to bunch and accentuated the hard lines carved into his chest. She knew from touch his chest was solid, the skin taut, but beneath her fingers a ticklish fuzz and now slick from the moisture velvety.
Shamelessly, she locked on his rampant length, licked her lips at the tower of power that protruded between his thighs. Forcing herself to meet his eyes, she said, “I’m not going to beg. I don’t want to fight. Do you?” Her voice quivered at the sight of his cock swaying with his movement when he shifted slightly. She followed the action with her eyes, entranced on the engorged penis like a pendant a hypnotist dangled before her eyes intent on putting her in a trance. In the interest of civility, or so she convinced herself of the lie, she purred, “I apologize if that is how you feel, but it wasn’t my intention. Also, why must every time you compromise with me, you feel as if you have lost some great battle and it bruised your pride?” She reached for him and he gently swatted her hand away. “You want to argue instead of enjoying each other?”
“What I want is an answer to my inquiry.”
“This is ridiculous,” she snapped. “We aren’t going to get along if you persist in being so stubbornly difficult.” Noor remained mute. Her eyes glanced at his turgid length, which strained between his legs. She licked her lips. Her voice was weak, telling. “Fine. If you want to suffer, and you certainly look as if you are, so be it. You can remain in your delicate position until you…burst under the pressure. I’m not going to solicit you for…for that.” She motioned to his erection.
Noor smiled with insolence. He wrapped his hand around his cock, palming the breadth, started stroking leisurely, masturbating the entire length back and forth, up and down…the pace unhurried. He even had the gall to lay back and rest his head against the inflated shell shaped pillow, close his eyes, and act as if her presence wasn’t required.
Allura leaned closer, concentrating on his manipulation between his thighs. She stood riveted on the constant pumping of his hand over the rigid penis and the slow rise and fall of his hips.
“Stop it.”
He looked at her through half-mast eyes, his eyelashes falling against cream-cocoa skin, showing brilliant silver. The sultry stare caressed her as effectively as if he put his large, hot hands on her. God, she wanted to refuse him. How could she when the sight of his firm rigidity immobilized her? He smiled fully and bedazzled making her woozy by his stare.
“I assume Katherine neglected to inform you a man can take care of his own needs when a woman is…difficult, for lack of a better term. It’s not necessary for us to suffer blue balls just because you hold your pussy hostage.” He didn’t say it nastily, merely stated a fact. “Of course, I would prefer having my cock in you and not my hand.” He shrugged. “One must do what they must when in a state of crisis, if you will.”
Curiosity had gotten Allura’s attention. “Can you…will you release doing that?” She got on her hands, knees, moved closer, and hovered over his stomach.
“Yes, but so you know, it won’t b
e as satisfactory as ejaculating inside your hot, tight cunt. When I was in Legend and you kept teasing me with that sweet snatch of yours I jacked off so much my wrist should be permanently damaged.”
Allura whispered, “Seems like a waste and lonely.”
Noor chuckled, and then his eyes widened and his facial features hardened. “It is, albeit a necessity.”
She inched closer, sunk low, and placed her hands on his thighs and stared up at him. “I want you. No games. No pretense. Whatever you desire, Noor.” She covered his hand, and they caressed his erection together. He moved her hand up and along his shaft. His hand firmed against hers, and he showed her how to stroke and please him. When he leaked pre-cum, she caught the fluid on the tip of her tongue and swallowed. She moaned at the flavor. “Anything you want,” she said quietly and dipped low, enclosing her mouth over the massive, bloated head.
When Allura drew up slightly and encircled the burgeoning head, he sucked in his breath, holding his entire body frozen as she licked a lazy trail down and around his cock and concentrated washing her tongue over the sensitive underside. She could feel him holding back. A smile surfaced, knowing Noor wanted what she wanted, and believed consummation beat inside his body wantonly as it did hers. His phallus was so stiff, fully embedded between her lips, pre-cum making her mouth extra juicy, she knew an insatiable lust burned within him as it did her.
She felt her pussy clench expectantly, wanting. She let him pop out of her mouth. “I want you inside me.”
“Actually, my preference is for you to keep doing what you are doing. One of my fantasies is masturbating until I come, and then at that exact second my seed spurts, you put your lips on me and I watch myself fill your mouth.”
A shiver of excitement shot through her. “And your other fantasy?” she asked, eyes glued to his cock where his hand returned, drawing up the flesh only to recede and repeat the action.
“You can be a very disobedient, strong-willed, and often a naughty girl, Allura. For that, I bend you over the tub and spank your ass like your father should have done a long time ago. Of course, afterwards, seeing your buttocks flaming from my spanking, I make it feel better,” he drawled, roughly.
“Anything else?” she inquired lustful.
“A multitude of licentious fantasies fill my mind where you are concerned, but, let’s begin with the first two. Shall we?” he asked, did, drawing her nearer until she was poised over his cock.
Lord have mercy. She watched enthralled as his hand moved around the thick shaft, cupping his scrotum and working over the length. He handled himself well, circling the broad stalk, moving slow and easy, almost languidly from the tip to the base.
The flesh between her thighs heated. The muscles of her pussy a spasm of need that caused her womb to catch as boiling heat rippled through like a flash of lightening bolts. Her breasts ached, nipples tightened, a dull throb beat in her chest.
Allura almost climaxed seeing the wonderful sight of long, thick fingers firm hold, and stimulate until squirts of pre-cum shot from the tip that she tried to catch on her tongue. She moaned pitifully, suffering, seeing the head pulse as his hips arched, wanting to savor him.
“Open your mouth,” Noor said between clenched teeth.
Hurriedly, she did as he asked balancing over him, clutching the tub sides for support. She watched fascinated as a thick stream of buttery semen shot from the crown-eye that she lapped at and drew into her mouth.
Then he was there, kissing her, sharing.
He grabbed a large towel, rolled it, and put it over the tub wall.
Allura quivered knowing what came next. Her body was anxious in anticipation as his hands, slick with water and oil, moved her to bend over the tub that she clutched between her fingers. When she tried to turn and glance over her shoulder, he caught strands of her hair between his fingers and pulled her forward for a kiss. His lips hot tantalized and heat engulfed her body. Then as quick, as he was there he moved backsliding his hands along her hips, cupping her rear, and started a burning sensation by kneading the flesh expertly, spreading it.
The burning intensified when he slapped her ass, then again, sending his open palm against her butt with enough pressure the wicked sensation made her convulse. Each time he patted her bottom, and then bent and washed his tongue over the inflamed area. His fingers and tongue caressed and soothed the heat.
Trepidation coupled with wickedly arousing spikes rummaged strong. The feeling escalated feeling the cool liquid glide down her back and run between the crevice of her ass cheeks. He rubbed it between the folds and without warning slipped two fingers deep.
“Noor?” Her voice quaking, strangled as she quivered. He shifted behind her. A second later, his hands rolled over her body massaging the oil over one buttock, his fingers slippery inside her, easing inside the cleft, forging deeper. While his mouth moved between her thighs, licking her pussy, and his tongue thrusting inside her. She felt his fingers pressing further into her rear, making her dizzy for more.
“Noor.” She was shaking.
His fingers removed only to be replaced with thickness nudging and parting until he pushed through and buried his entire length inside her ass. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but this, every sensation and thought centered, as the searing pleasure confiscated her body.
“Watch.” His tone ragged.
Allura looked up into the mirror and watched as her muscled flesh encased his cock and disappeared on his final descent. She moaned, braced the tub, bucking back against him. A low sound rumbled behind her. Noor’s eyes found her in the reflection, narrow, dark, filled with arousal. “You’re taking me so good, baby. You naughty naughty girl.” He slapped her ass and she almost fainted with pleasure. He did it again withdrawing before pushing back inside her. She remained glued feeding off the exotic sight of the intimate penetration. Noor’s look of pure pleasure heightened her own arousal until she trembled seeing the lines of his face contour and reveal his control was unraveling as much as her desire coiled and stole every ability to do anything but lose herself in the sweet torturous surrender.
She closed her eyes and gave into the exquisite feel of hot and cold, pain and pleasure, as the forbidden act continued pounding deep to her soul enough she feared expiring. His cock was so hard. She so wet and dripping. He flexed his hips and penetrated deeper and she lost what little control she managed, tightened…screamed in pleasure as he slipped a finger between her thighs and brought her to climax.
Her voice echoed in the close quarters, vibrating, as streaks of mind numbing ecstasy elevated as the violent orgasm rippled through her soul.
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“Oh fuck, baby. So tight…fucking good.” He groaned feeling, watching as his cock pushed into the blistering inferno that clapped around his dick in a snug fit. He couldn’t stop looking, seeing, aching in his balls viewing her ass take him fully. He withdrew, plunged again, he groaned as the ache in his sacs intensified at each plummet. This was great, so fucking incredible, but didn’t ease his need to fuck her. He found her clit, swollen and throbbing…she trembled as he encircled the peak and pushed his fingers inside her. This was insane, so out of control, as she bucked against his touch and fucked his fingers that were as deep, deeper, inside her pussy as her ass.
“Damnit, Allura.” His body locked. “Ah, fuck…” he growled throwing back his head.
“Fuck me. I want you inside me.”
Fuck, she wanted it all. More. His damned soul he willingly gave. Noor thought as she wiggled all around him. He felt her ass gap and suckle, milking. “Damn it, Allura. I’m dying here and not sure I can give you what you want.”
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
“Hold on just a little longer, baby.” He didn’t, couldn’t withdraw.
“Now!” She leaned back and wrapped her arms around his neck, bowed, pushing her nipples out as she worked deliciously around his cock. He’d never taken a woman so completely, savagely. She was humping him, fucking him.
He was so dazed and out of control he wasn’t sure how he managed it. One minute he was pouring his seed into her ass and the next he was inside her pussy.
She was sobbing, moaning, and demanding his release a second time. Her pussy drenched, spilling over his cock, as he slammed into her. She was hotter, her face twisted in throes of pleasure, as he pumped maddeningly, delirious.
This wasn’t possible, Noor thought. So soon, so fucking soon, as she cried out climaxing at the same time he felt his cock twitch and jets of semen spurting into her pussy as he lost a part of himself when he ejaculated. He came hard, unbelievably hard, giving her his cum along with a part of his soul and more as he climaxed and everything he was flowed into her.
Noor wiped the sweat from his face and shoved his fingers through his hair to clear his vision. He looked at her, caramel and beaded with perspiration, struggling for air and looking thoroughly ravished. He smiled and said, “Damn, this is insane.”
“You want us to stop? I don’t,” she murmured.
He couldn’t stop it if a steamroller was behind his back, Noor thought carrying her into the bedroom. He was done. Overcooked, and so past the point of anything but Allura. He laid her on the bed, fell down beside her, and gathered her in his arms.
He kissed her nose, cheek, and mouth, stealing away what little air she managed to gain. He kissed her senseless. Allura purred in satisfaction. Noor eased her against him and they spooned.
She held him firmly when he circled her waist with his arms around the waist and she held him there. Her admission surprised him. She said. “I want to make you happy, Noor.” Then she lapsed into light snoring before he could respond.