by Alexis Angel
Yeah, me and WineBar, we’re filthy as hell. What can I say?
“First the pussy, and then you can lick up all the cum after,” Kirk says with a voice just totally made for sin. It sears my pussy almost as much as his cock does, making my clit flutter at just the idea.
“Then you’ll give me another kiss to taste how good we are together.” It’s so dirty, but that’s what makes it so hot.
We can share everything. I fucking love it.
“You know it, baby. I fucking love tasting us in that perfect mouth of yours.” Kirk groans. “But now I’m gonna fill up that pussy first. I want to see our cum leaking down your thighs.”
Holy hell. Hot, right?
I feel him fire off the first huge rope of cum in my pussy. It’s so hot as it ricochets inside me, and my own orgasm fires off with his.
He’s serious about the cum leaking from my defiled pussy. It’s everywhere. I may have to lick that up later, just to see the look on his face when I do it.
Seriously, there should be a warning on this man; the way that he fucks me is damn near hazardous to my health!
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest. I think I might actually be able to hear it. My orgasm gushes my own cream down my thighs, and I see it dripping down Kirk’s balls as he keeps slamming into me.
We make quite a mess together, and I love every second of it.
Kirk slams so hard into me that I could forget my name. His cock is erupting hot cum deep in my pussy still, and I’m shivering all around him. The wet sound of him slapping against me is so erotic that I lick my lips just hearing it.
“Oh god!” I cry out with his next thrust.
“You like that, baby? Fuck, I swear your pussy was made for this cock.”
Yes. Yes, it is. And now it’s all mine.
I’m whimpering now. He’s slamming into me so hard. I crave every second of the hard way he fucks.
Kirk only fucks harder while he cums. His cock rockets inside me and stays hard as titanium, and he still keeps going.
Like I said before. WineBar’s an Olympic gold medalist in marathon fucking. His cock is basically magic.
Cinderella can keep the slippers, because I’m a lot happier with Kirk’s cock and how it fits so perfectly inside me.
Kirk pulls his cock out. I’m not licking it yet, so I look at him with a raised eyebrow. It’s raised in curiosity because I’m not about to question the man with a foot-long fuck pole pointed at me.
Especially since I see that it’s still shooting out cum, and he’s getting me right on the tits. Thick ropes of cum land right on my chest, dripping down in straight lines toward the wet spot between my thighs. I stick my tongue out in request.
Kirk gets a wicked grin and wags his cock at me.
“Not yet, Em. You’ll taste this cock when I say you can,” he says in that darkly delicious voice.
I’ve got shivers everywhere. My toes are curling. God, he knows how to drive me absolutely wild.
He covers me in all that cum, my skin blanketed by its white warmness, and then he flips me over. We’re sticky and all messy, but we’re not even close to done.
“Ass up, facedown,” Kirk says with an air of authority that makes my clit twitch. I’m all for being taken charge everywhere else, but I’m more than happy to comply when he tells me what to do.
I wiggle my ass up in the air, and I hear the sharp sound of a spank before my mind even registers the sensation. I tremble, but I keep my ass up. His cock glides back into me, and he spanks me again.
This time, my pussy clenches around his cock with the spanking. Partially because I want him to do it again—the vibration against my pussy shakes through my whole body deliciously—and partially because I can’t help just thinking how good his cock feels.
“Spank me harder, please. I need it,” I start to beg. I’m honestly a little surprised to hear how insistent I am.
There’s something about being a little bit filthy and then cumming a whole lot that makes you want to dive even deeper into the twisted sort of shit that’s depraved enough to make your pussy all sopping wet, though, you know? Especially when I’ve spent so long away from this guy. Missing him.
But now he’s here. And he’s mine. And I’m his.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Kirk says, and I can pretty much hear the satisfaction spreading across his gorgeous face in a smile that would drench my panties if he wasn’t already so deep inside me that I can almost taste his cock.
Mmmm, soon.
His hand closes over that spot—the heat of his skin on the abused ass cheek enough to make me yelp. That—and the sensation of him slamming so deep into me—would’ve been enough to set off my orgasm on its own.
But then he brings the fingers of his other hand to my clit, and that’s it. I explode. Thank god the walls of this building are pretty thick, or else everyone on this floor would go crazy with the way I’m screaming right now, wishing they were getting fucked like me.
My body melts, and I’m struggling to keep my ass up in the air when my limbs turn to jelly. The pleasure explodes through my body. My pussy is dripping cream.
I’m so aroused. I can hear the wet sound of my cum practically sloshing as he keeps fucking hard into me. It’s just the kind of pornographic slice of reality that makes me groan and cum just a little bit harder.
It drives me closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm.
Kirk knows this—remember I told you how he knows my body better than I do? And, thank fuck, he does. Because he slams that hand back down on that same spot on my ass, tortures my clit, and slams his huge cock even harder into my pussy.
My knees buckle, and he holds me up because I’m pretty much just dangling there, totally spent.
I cum so hard that my eyes just quit working, and I’m dizzy for a few seconds. That’s right, Kirk fucks me so well that I’m on the verge of passing out.
My pussy is clamping down hard on his cock, and it doesn’t take long for that to have the ricochet effect.
Pulling out of my pussy with a wet pop, Kirk strokes his cock and flips me over before climbing on top of me. His knees are on either side of my head, and he’s stroking that formidable cock right in front of my face.
He rubs it messily on my face with the first burst of his cum that shoots out.
He’s simply a wonder of nature. He’s cumming the second time in a row, and he still manages to shoot a veritable gallon over my already drenched body. And yes, if you’re wondering, it’s as glorious as it sounds.
I stick my tongue out, and this time he cups my hair and unloads a long sticky rope of cum right on my tongue. The salty taste of him makes me desperate for him, and I lean forward to take him in my mouth.
He raises up so that he can pipe that big dick right down my throat. I swallow against him, my eyes watering and my mouth filling up instantly with his enormous cock.
But I love, love being stuffed full of his cock like this. Kirk keeps stroking my hair, and I’m mesmerized by his gorgeous face as his cock pumps his hot load down my throat.
I cup his balls while they empty in my mouth. The taste of my pussy on his cock is so damn good that I’m moaning. I can practically taste just how hard I came, and I’m so horny with his cock inside me that I feel my pussy leak out even more cream at the idea.
I love every inch of this man. I love how fucking hard he’s cumming, and his sexy face is making me so wet my nipples actually hurt with need. The way he has me pinned like this, I almost wish I could pinch them, but I can’t reach them, and I’d rather have my hands on him anyway.
But even more than how much I love the way we fuck, I love that I can see how much he loves me back, just by looking at him. It’s written all over his face.
In the midst of our total filth, he’s looking at me like he won’t ever be able to get enough.
I know the feeling.
When the final drop of his cum shoots down my throat and I swallow it up, I feel a little dribble on my
chin. Kirk shoots me a wicked look, pulling his cock from my mouth.
In a swift move, he rolls over and pulls me on top of him, his tongue licking up the cum on my lips and then kissing me deeply.
I can’t believe I’m doing this with how weak my body feels, but I slide my pussy up and down his cock and wiggle until I get his cock back inside me. My mind tells me I’m exhausted, but my body craves his…
So here I am, finding my second wind and using it to shove his cock deep in my pussy while we kiss.
Making up for lost time, remember?
His tongue slides over mine, sharing the taste of our orgasms as promised, and I’m shivering in his arms. Hypersensitive to every inch of my skin touching his, I arch my back so that my nipples scrape more across his chest.
Moaning into his mouth, I want to scream out just from the sheer pleasure of how good it feels to be in his arms, his cock buried inside me, and our cum all over each other’s tongues as we kiss deeply.
We could be trapped like this forever. My pussy is already shaking again and squeezing down on his cock.
I break the kiss and squeal. “Oh god, I’m cumming again!” I can’t help but yelp out.
Beneath me, he bucks hard and fucks his cock into me so hard that my orgasm is so intense that I stop breathing. I literally stop and basically forget the world, only aware of what Kirk is doing to me.
Then I fall back against him and shiver, the orgasm tearing through my body and making my body sweat even more, slippery against his chest. Every hard inch of him against my body feels like heaven.
I run my hands up and down his firm arms holding mine, feeling every inch of their muscles and how strong he feels everywhere. I’ve never seen a man and felt a man so damn sculpted as him. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d touched him and seen him with my own eyes, I would never have believed it was possible for someone to be as attractive as Kirk.
The sight of him is enough to steal my breath, and that cock of his threatens to stop my heart every time I’m near it.
“Goddamn, Em, I think you’ve issued a personal challenge for me to fuck you until you can’t cum anymore,” Kirk says with a laugh.
“Because you know,” he continues and pulls me closer to him so that his lips touch my ear. “I’ll fuck you until you black out with an orgasm that just pulls you right under. My cock will stay rock goddamn hard to fuck you right over that edge.” He says this with an air of raw power in his voice that makes my clit twitch and my mouth run dry.
I can’t say that I’ve ever wanted anything more. “That challenge sounds good, but I think I might collapse any moment,” I say with a breathy giggle.
“Well, you know, we do have time. Today, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that…” Kirk says with a smirk as he turns us to the side and wraps his arm around me.
His cock slides a little out and thrusts back, and he starts fucking me slower, with his cock never fully leaving me. The change of pace shocks me, and the way my body feels like butter against his rock-hard steel, well, it’s pretty much perfect.
I take ragged little breaths, and my heart races at his touch. His lips are on my neck, kissing me softly. I shiver in his arms from the featherlight kisses and the way he’s stroking in my pussy so slowly.
I’m so contended and satisfied that I just feel overwhelmed with how perfect this moment is.
“I love sliding my cock in you slowly like this,” Kirk whispers against my neck. “You were fucking me so slowly before, I thought I would burst. But I knew I could repay the favor when you were too spent to do anything but feel how I can fill you up so slowly and keep you on the edge of an orgasm until you don’t know if you’re about to cum, or if you already are. I could fuck you forever,” Kirk adds with a growl.
I’ve heard the term sweet nothings before, but the filthy things WineBar whispers in my ear are something else entirely. They’re dirty little secrets that he and I share—the words that make every moment we fuck unforgettable.
Nothing can touch us when we’re together.
My body feels so deliciously spent after he fucks me. His cock inside my pussy now feels so warm, so achingly good staying inside of me, that I want to sleep like this and wake up the next day with his cock still buried inside of me.
My stomach is still sticky with his first load of cum, but I don’t want to wash it off. I like being marked by him.
Fuck, he licks his cum off my tongue with his. That’s the kind of thing I never even would’ve known I wanted. Kirk mapped out pleasure my body didn’t even know how to get to.
But it makes my pussy clench again, which totally shocks me.
I couldn’t possibly be ready to cum again, if any more at all, because I’m so exhausted. But Kirk lowers his palm and plants it right above my pussy, pressing just enough to teeter the pleasure right off the edge.
I cry out, the orgasm flooding through my body right on command for him. Whimpering, I shake against him, and that only makes his cock strokes speed up and fuck me just hard enough to make my eyes roll back in their orbits.
I remember what he said about blacking out, and I know I’ve got to work to actually hold on because I gasp, and I’m about to float away from him or pass out or something.
“Kirk!” I gasp out. He turns my face toward his and kisses me again, so softly it makes my clit burn with need. And it’s no coincidence that it’s what keeps me awake enough in that moment.
And then his cock is hard as a stone and hot as hell, hammering into me with a furious speed. The cum pouring into my pussy is like little firecrackers lighting me up, sending me into a tailspin of furious lust.
My body shakes in his hold, and every movement makes us both cum that much harder, drowning in each other. Every sensation brings us higher and higher until we’re both gasping. Kirk’s cock sinks into me to the hilt, and when he’s finally poured every last bit of cum inside me, he just stays there.
“Can we just stay like this?” I say. I don’t add the last word—forever.
But I don’t have to. Because he knows. He wants that too.
“Yes,” Kirk says, kissing me softly. “I love you, Em. It will always fucking be you—forever.”
Hearing him say it, I know it’s true. We’re perfect for each other.
Now that we’ve finally figured out this whole mess, we have that forever right in front of us. And it never looked so good.
Chapter 66
Emily
It’s an amazing day in San Francisco. I don’t give a fuck what time of day or night the clock says it is when I’m here beside Kirk in a magic-tinged, post-orgasmic afterglow. Every day is an amazing day in San Francisco.
For Kirk and me and a good percentage of people in general, these are among the best and most agreeable moments in a relationship—or pretty much in life.
If you read my newsletter, you’re all too aware that it wasn’t always like this. There are always going to be challenging times. The newsletter is a way to channel some of that, but it’s also a way to connect with amazing people and get different points of view.
I gaze at Kirk, shameless in my adoration. Even though he’s looking straight ahead at the wall, lost in a memory or some sort of deep thought, he definitely registers me looking.
“You doing okay?” I ask this as a prelude to what I really want to talk about. I know he’s doing much more than just okay—I make sure of that, several times a day, and he makes certain that I’m doing fucking fantastic on a regular basis as well.
“I think you know how I’m doing, Em,” he says with a smirk. “But in case you need to be reminded, I’ve never been better in my entire fucking life, so yeah, I’m doing okay.”
Okay then, so I figure it’s time to bring up the subject I still keep to myself—well, myself and all my readers.
“My newsletter, Kirk.”
“Uh, what about it, babe?”
I’m getting a little flustered now, if it’s not obvious. The two worlds of my act
ual life with WineBar and the one where I write about it are colliding. It’s inevitable, but it’s still kinda weird when it happens.
“So my readers, um, well, they like this story. I mean you, the whole WineBar thing.”
“Well, yeah, no shit. I don’t see a problem with that. It’s unavoidable with me. With us.”
Kirk doesn’t just throw that and us stuff in there without thinking; he really means it. I don’t mind being included in his alpha cockiness one bit.
“I’m still doing it, the newsletter. I mean, I love my readers. Yeah, I tell them about shitty times, like that stint in New York, but it’s also for times like these.”
“You mean the best fucking times in the whole fucking world?”
“Exactly,” I respond sincerely. “Getting here, though. I mean, it was quite a ride, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, a wild ride indeed. One I’m more than happy to be off of.”
It seems that it’s now WineBar’s turn to give me pause. Because what would jumping back on that crazy ride entail exactly?
Going back to dating? That’s like a billion miles from my mind, and I know Kirk feels the same way. We’re both ecstatic about where things ended up.
“I wouldn’t mind revisiting it, though.”
“What do you mean revisiting?” Kirk’s not going to be able to take much more of this cryptic talk, I realize.
“Revisiting as a book,” I clarify.
Kirk nods as if he understands this completely, but he quickly realizes he doesn’t.
“Please explain that, Em.”
“Let’s see. I’m a top 100 romance author, I’m talking about a new project, the word ‘book’ is involved...”
“Ah.”
Kirk is someone who makes known what he wants. Unlike so many other men, so many other people, you don’t need to struggle to read him, except for this time.
“What do you think?”
“What do I think?”
“Stop stalling.”
To Kirk’s credit, he does stop stalling. But the look on his face is unreadable.
“Do you often base your romance on reality like this?”
