by Alexis Angel
No warning whatsoever, he rolls to the side, his hands grabbing my arms and pulling me into him. I go after his body, sitting up and climbing on top of him with the agility of desire. Straddling him, I start to sway my hips again, rubbing my pussy against the enormous bulging in his pants. I go fast, and I go hard, and by God, just grinding against him is almost enough to make me come again.
I look into him, smiling as my body flows over his. He returns my gaze, resting his hand on my shoulders and sliding them down my arms as he tugs on the straps of my dress. He pulls it down harshly, the whole dress no more than a rope of fabric around my waist. Then, not wanting to waste any time, he takes one hand behind me and unhooks my bra with a quick flick of his finger. I don’t know how he does it. I take longer than he does to take my bra off, but I sure appreciate his skill. It just makes it all easier.
Leaning into him, I move my body from side to side, dangling my breasts right above his face, mercilessly teasing him. His reaction is swift and impatient: he reaches for my right nipple with his mouth, his lips hugging it tightly.
I match his fury with my own, pressing my breast hard against his mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind, not one bit. Instead, he seems even more driven. He cups both my buttocks, thrusting with his crotch at me and pressing his trapped shaft between my thighs. This has lasted enough.
I sit up, slightly moving back over his lap; a grin on my lips, I let my fingers slide down from his shoulders to his pectorals, my fingertips savoring the chiseled curves of his muscles, and then I carry over the ridges of his abs. I slow down as I approach the hem of his pants but, the moment I touch the rough fabric of his jeans, I can’t tease him anymore; as it is, I’m teasing myself.
With my fingers moving deftly, I unbutton his pants as quickly as I can, tugging hard on the fabric. His cock pushes back against his boxer briefs, immediately tenting them the moment I undo the last button. Even covered by his underwear, it looks so thick, and I can even see it pulsing… My heartbeat pounding against my eardrums, I press my hand over his cock, rubbing it up and down, up and down. It pushes back against my fingers, almost as it were trying to rip the fabric apart so that it could meet my skin. Letting go for a tortuous second, I grab both his pants and boxer briefs and pull them down his legs, taking them off and letting them fall somewhere over the edge of the bed.
I turn my attention back to him, his cock proudly standing at attention, waiting for me. My hands goes up Lucien’s legs, my fingertips brushing against his groin; I take a deep breath and then curl my fingers around his thick shaft, the warmness of his member stoking the wildfire that already rages inside of me.
Stroking him as slowly as I can, I lick my lips unconsciously, eager to have his cock in my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel his manly flavor coating my tongue and numbing my brain. Oh, I want so many things. I don’t know what he did to me, but since I met him sex is no longer… simply sex. No, now it’s an almost transcendent experience, something that stretches the outer limits of my conscience and pushes my body toward new territories. With Lucien, everything’s good… Everything’s perfect.
And to think that I used to be such a nice girl. Now thoughts of being fucked as hard as possible fill my mind every waking hour, my pussy becoming wet every time Lucien's image flashes behind my eyelids. And I’m just talking about when I think of him… Because when I’m really with him… well, that’s just heaven.
My mind weaving thoughts and images of Lucien's cock inside of me, I become even wetter than before, every single fiber in my body screaming for more. I almost push my thong to the side and simply ease myself down on his cock, but he moves before I can do anything.
His hands on my buttocks, he makes me raise my ass and pushes the dress down my legs. Awkwardly, I step out of it, stopping my stroking motion just for the time necessary to undress. My thong goes next, his anxious fingers tugging it down; he slides it all the way down to my ankles and, before I can kick it off, he grabs it and takes it to his face. Looking at me mischievously, he breathes in my scent, and I find myself flushing.
“I want to taste this,” he tells me, his voice vibrating with desire. “Right now.” He throws the thong aside and pulls me into him, his hands once again on my ass. I almost go for his cock, but he pulls me upward. Realizing what he wants, it’s almost as if a dam has burst inside of me. I’m so wet that my fluids are starting to drip down my thighs.
I move closer and closer to his face, my knees on each side of his body. His smile widens as my pussy closes in on his mouth and, the moment when it’s only inches away, he buries his fingers on my buttocks and pushes me hard. I almost fall into him, my pussy immediately going into his mouth as I lean forward and place my hands on the mattress. Regaining my balance, I slowly sit up, my whole body trembling as he sucks on my wet folds, his lips on me completely destroying whatever part of my rational brain is still awake.
My unconscious mind taking the wheel, I start to sway my hips, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as his tongue jabs at me, going in and out of my inner lips. His hands go to my hips, and he grabs me there, using my body as leverage for him to lift his head and press his mouth against my pussy even harder.
I go faster and faster, my insides turning into ash as white hot flames of ecstasy rage inside of me. My hands on my breasts, I squeeze them tight, throwing my head back as I succumb to the avalanche of pleasure that hits my body point blank.
I press my legs against his head, my whole body trembling as I come. And, dear God, I come hard. I scream hard, the muscles around my neck straining as the loud sound flies past my gritted teeth. My muscles twitch and burn, all the tension that accumulated on them finally set free.
As I come down from my orgasm, I slowly pull my pussy from his mouth. But then, the moment I no longer feel his lips on my labia, I decide I still want more. I move forward, getting his head out from between my thighs, and turn around; then I move my hips toward his face again, slowly easing down my pussy against his mouth as I lean forward, my hand reaching for his cock. I point his member toward me and, parting my lips, I let his glans rest easily over my tongue. Inch by inch, I let it slide deep inside of me, his pulsing shaft pushing against the inside of my cheeks as it goes.
A violent shiver goes up my spine, Lucien placing both his hands on my buttocks and licking the whole length of my pussy with an insatiable hunger. Bobbing my head back and forth, my movements become erratic as his finger brush over my ass crack, his fingertips hovering my asshole. Licking me fast and viciously, he presses one finger gently against my hole, my insides clenching as I feel his touch.
My movements are wild and completely out of control, my hips swaying back and forth as his tongue tries to keep up. I grind against his face as I savor his hard cock, my mind overwhelmed with the barrage of sensations that are hitting it all at once.
Then, he pushes his finger inside my ass just an inch, and the time bomb inside my body goes off. I pull his cock out of my mouth and moan loudly, my throat already starting to feel sore. Sitting back up, I press my pussy down against his mouth, his tongue pushing through and resting inside of me.
To feel this much pleasure should be illegal; it’s more addicting than any existing drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked for the rest of your life. I know that because I’m hooked… I’m a complete addict, but I’m lucky enough to be loved back by this perfect man. Lucien Stone. My Lucien Stone.
Breathing raggedly, I roll to the side, sprawling my arms to the side as my muscles still insist on twitching. I feel Lucien sitting up, but I don’t even open my eyes. Right now, there’s nothing I can do besides laying down like a used rag.
“Tired already?” He asks, his voice piercing through the fog in my mind and bringing me back to life. I force my eyelids open and stare into his eyes, a twinkle there.
“Never,” I tell him, the corner of my lips curling into a smile. With that, I prop myself up on my elbows, my hands going to his chest. I force him to lie down again and, summoning what
ever strength still lies in me, I climb on top of him. This time is the real deal.
I grab his cock and point it upward, and then ease myself down as slowly as I can. My eyes roll in their orbits as his glans forces my pussy apart, and I finally let go of his member. Taking a deep breath, I go all in, pushing my body down and allowing his cock to impale me. I feel it going through me like a spear, violently straining against my inner walls and stretching my insides.
My hands on his chest, I take a deep breath before I start moving, my body still trying to process and adapt to the huge cock inside of me. I smile as I feel his heartbeat against the palm of my hand, a steady and confident rhythm there; this heart right here, it’s beating for me.
That smile still on my lips, I start to rock my body, going back and forth over his cock. His hands are on my ass again, gently guiding the pendulum motion of my hips, making sure that with each passing second I go faster. Soon enough he’s bucking his hips at me, thrusting with such strength that I have to stop moving and simply surrender to the hard pounding that he’s unleashing upon me.
Wild and furious, he fucks me like every woman deserves to be fucked—with a blend of savagery and love, a mix of contradictory ideas that hold hands and unleash hell upon both mind and body. It might be a stuck up thing to say, but I never shied away from saying what I think to be the truth: I am the luckiest woman on Earth. I just am. And that because Lucien Stone crossed paths with me, sending my whole life into disarray and turning it upside down. Was it easy? No, no it wasn’t. But here am I now, my heart brimming with happiness… and lust.
Still thrusting hard, he lays his hand heavily against my ass, smacking me harshly. I moan, anticipating another smack, and just like that he does it again, the palm of his hand hitting my flesh with a loud sound.
Each time he hits me, I moan, my body close to reaching the boiling point. I throw my head back as he keeps thrusting, and I let one hand slide down my chest and toward my pussy. My fingers right above my clit, I start to move my hand in fast circles, rubbing that burning spot in my pussy until I simply can’t take it anymore. My muscles are as rigid as concrete, all my bones becoming electrified as Lucien's thrusts grow more vicious.
“I’m going to--”
I don't even finish my sentence. The words die in my throat as a high-pitched sound takes their place, my face contorted in an expression of ecstasy. I implode and explode, my mind dissolving in a mist of my climax. Not a single thought passes through my mind as I come, every single fiber of my being devoted to one simple task: to feel. And that’s what I do, I soak all the pleasure that runs through me like a sponge, thick beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.
Shaking, I rise, his cock sliding out of me. I collapse on top of the mattress, my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath. Lucien turns to me and, laying one hand across my chest, gently squeezes my right breast. His fingers on me are like flames, my body convulsing as a reaction to his touch. Even after all those times we’ve made love, and fucked as hard as humanly possible, I still can’t get used to orgasms like these. They’re strong and violent, almost too much for anyone to bear… And they’re absolutely perfect.
I roll to my stomach and, breathing in deeply, I push my body up, going on all fours. I sway my hips from side to side, teasing him; he gets the hint pretty quickly, and goes up on his knees, position himself behind me, his hands firmly placed on my hips. Here we go, I think to myself, jutting my ass back against him.
Gritting my teeth as he presses the tip of his cock against my pussy, I grunt as he simply rams it in with one single thrust. His shaft slides inside of me easily, his tip going all the way in and pressing against my inner walls in a mind numbing way. Guided by instinct, I start to rock my body back and forth, his length going in and out of my pussy at a rhythm set by me.
Of course, soon enough I start to go so fast I can’t keep going. He takes the lead then, his finger curling on my hips and pulling me in as he slams his cock in hard, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. Adding to the symphony of flesh on flesh, he smacks my ass cheeks with the back of his hand, the dry sound hitting my eardrums like a gunshot. He does it over and over again, his long finger meeting my buttocks harshly and driving me utterly and completely insane.
My arms grow weak and I go down to my elbows, my head going down between my shoulders as I breathe out with a groan. I’m on the verge of simply collapsing, but I still resist, fighting hard to survive the incoming wave of pleasure. I can already feel it looming on the horizon of my mind, its presence like an imposing omen of chaos and ecstasy. Each thrust of his is like a step toward the storm, and it doesn’t take long for a chaos of the senses to start raining down on me.
As I feel myself close to the edge, he starts to go so hard his thighs smack my ass harshly enough to leave a mark. His cock pulses inside of me and, knowing he’s as close to the edge as I am, I can’t hold back. I scream like a banshee, my fingers curling so hard against the sheets my knuckles turn white. He comes at the same time, his cock spasming inside of me and kicking against my inner walls.
In a heartbeat, I feel his cum filling me, each spasm of his cock a new wave of warm fluids. Gripping my hips tightly, he holds me in place as he shoots his endless load inside of me, strands of it already dripping down my thighs and falling on top of the sheets, staining them.
Not even knowing what I’m doing, I fight against his hold and move forward, his cock sliding out of me in an instant. It keeps gushing out in a stream, his warm juices flying straight into my naked skin. Ropes of cum hit me across the back and, as I turn, straight into my chest. I move closer to him, immediately grabbing his cock and stroking him as he spurts out his load. With my mouth open wide, I aim his stream at my face, letting his semen cover me as if I were a wax figure. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, thick ropes of sticky cum flying straight into my face and dripping down to my neck and breasts, completely blanketing me.
When it finally ends, I close my mouth and swallow his salty juices, letting them caress my throat on the way down. He simply looks at me, breathing hard as I take two fingers to my breasts and scoop all the cum that I can, taking it into my mouth. I slide the fingers inside my mouth and suck them dry, a hint of a grin on my lips as I return his gaze.
“Every day, promise me,” I say between breaths, my heart racing so fast I think it might just explode. “You have to fuck me every single day for the rest of our lives, Lucien.”
He says nothing. He simply leans into me and lays his lips against mine, a few drops of cum going from my mouth to his. With a smile, he runs his hand over my face and tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear.
“I thought that was already a given,” he tells me, his smile becoming wider and kinder. “You’re my life now, Kerri. You’re all that matters to me… And I promise you, I will grow old by your side.” His smile then turns into a grin, and he continues, “and yes, I’ll keep fucking you every single day even when we grow old.”
Lucien Stone. The love of my life.
Epilogue - As Told By Kerri
“Two margaritas, as ordered,” I say placing the dray down at the table and handing the women their drinks.
To call them women would be flattering them. In their daily lives their great-grandmothers, tasked with raising an army of children and maintaining order in their families.
But every evening in the tiny Mexican seaside town of Ciloteca, these ladies who must be pushing 90 leave their worries at home and come to this bar as they sit and drink margaritas and watch the sun set over the Pacific Ocean.
“Gracias, chica,” one of the women says to me and I smile. It’s the end of my shift and I put my tray on the bar counter and walk around the bar.
It’s a quiet evening today, the local soccer match that’s happening at the stadium has much of the town focused on that. I walk up to the bartender who’s counting the money for the evening. He turns to me and smiles and I return the smile back. No words need to be spoken as he lea
ns over and I wrap my arms around him and we kiss.
I feel his arms go around me and his hands descend down my back as we kiss some more. I raise myself on my tiptoes as I feel his hands reach for and cup my ass cheeks. I smile into him and pull back.
“Lucien,” I whisper, “We have an audience.”
Lucien Stone turns around and the ladies are looking at us and smiling. Or rather, they’re looking at him.
“Hola, guapo!” one of the ladies says as she raises her glass at Lucien.
“Muy chico!” I say with mock severity as I pull Lucien closer.
The ladies laugh good-naturedly and I smile to see if there are any customers left who will get info on the teasing that is most likely to commence.
But there are none. The sun is on its trajectory in descending over the Pacific Ocean and the bar is empty. People are all at the soccer match.
“Guess we better lock up?” Lucien asks me. I nod and we start going through the motions in closing up the bar for the evening.
After the first night in the motel, we realized we couldn’t stay in Southern California.
The next morning, we really ended up leaving everything that we had behind, converting as much as we could to cash, and hitching as many rides as we could find until we ended up in Mexico.
Once down south, Lucien was able to take charge again, finding us a place to live and a restaurant to work at.
We didn't have much. But we had each other. And we were happy.
And knowing Lucien, it wasn’t long before he purchased the bar and restaurant outright. I continued to waitress and Lucien continued serving drinks, only now he did this from behind the bar as opposed to walking around with a serving tray.
Life has been good. I have the man I love standing next to me.
I peek into the back room and look at the bassinet as it sits quietly. I crane my neck to the side a bit.
“Babies can tell when you’re watching them, Kerri” Lucien says from behind me, startling me.
