She was moaning wildly now, getting wetter and wetter down below, burning for him like an animal in heat. She couldn't remember ever having wanted Steve so badly, or having wanted anything in the world so badly for that matter. She needed him in that moment, like she needed the very air she breathed in from the atmosphere. She plunged a hand down between the two of them and cupped his bulging genitals through the denim of his jeans, stroking his erection tenderly, craving the moment of having it inside her.
He grunted with satisfaction, and brought a hand of his own beneath her. He slid it up the bottom of her blouse, making her start as he fingered the small of her back, and crept up along her sweat-streaked spine. He caressed her lovingly, bringing his hand nearly halfway up along her back, and then dipping it back down, down, down. It crept into her panties, clutching at the tops of her buttocks, greedy fingers curling into flesh...
They needed to be closer together, as quickly as possible.
He heaved his body up from off of her, and brought his hands to the hem of his tank-top. It was soaked with sweat at this point, molded to his skin. She savored the sight as he slid the thing up slowly off of himself, the liquid fabric dissolving from the V-lines of his Adonis muscles, the intensity of his six-pack, the delectable planes of his insane pectoral muscles. His nipples were dark and candy-like as they pulsed on his chest, and she felt herself losing all control as he lowered himself back down on top of her.
Now he brought his hands to the hem of her blouse, and peeled it up along her body. She slid out of it like a snake sheds its skin, and Justin lowered himself back down onto her, crushing her in that positively splendid way of his once again. He wrapped one arm around her naked spine, and with the other he brought a hand to her right breast through the cup of her bra. He squeezed her tenderly, his claws sinking into her, and began to knead up the flesh like dough. And all the while, as he ravished her, his lips were on her own once more, mouths melting together, Amy's head growing light as air as her flaring nostrils breathed in his scent.
She wrapped her arms around him, sliding her hands into the back of his pants and clawing at his thrusting ass, loving the writhing of muscle with every splendid movement of his body. She needed him, so damn badly, and he seemed to know this, to take advantage of it wholeheartedly. With a low groan, he brought his mouth from her own to the side of her neck. He began to kiss her throat intensely, rolling his tongue along the flesh. Then he began to bite down into her, giving her a mark. She craved the pain, her toes curling, her entire body pressing up into him. But then he pushed beyond the threshold of pain, drawing blood, shocking her as the warm, wet substance dripped down along her and onto the bedspread beneath.
She should have been shocked at this, horrified. Yet on the contrary, she found that she rather savored the sweet agony of his hunger for her, and as his tongue rolled around the wound, lapping up the salty taste of her, she found herself positively moaning with ecstasy.
He continued to lick her up, to suck on his own bite marks, as down below his hand slid into her panties, further contributing to the pleasant agony of their lovemaking. His fingers hooked up into her vagina, pressing around the wet, floral folds, the squelching noised produced by her own slippery cunt like music to her ears as he fingered her.
“Oh God... Oh God... Yes... Yes... Yes...”
He seemed totally consumed by her despite him being the one doing the consuming, unable to focus on anything in the world in that moment other than the precious, brutal agony of their love. With his free hand he reached beneath her, undoing the clasp of her bra. It opened freely, and she helped him pull the straps down along her arms, and push the cups away from her tits.
Immediately, he moved from the side of her neck, which had stopped bleeding at last, to the full, supple mounds of her breasts. He took them each into his mouth in turn, kissing the nipples, moving from one to the other and back again. Whichever wasn't presently being devoured by him in his hunger he caressed lovingly with his free hand, the other still plunged beneath her skirt and fondling her pink wetness into oblivion.
He suckled upon each hard pink nipple, rolling his tongue around and around their perimeters, sinking his sharp fangs into her to a degree that wasn't quite as severe as the bite that had drawn blood from her throat.
She continued to moan as the sensations welled up in her chest, and her loins burned down below at his touch as he continued to finger her into a frenzy. Her legs began to seize up around him, her buttocks clenching as her knees pressed into him like a vice.
At last, he pulled his wet fingers up from her panties, and looked up at her wheezing face as he brought his hand to his mouth. He slid the soaked digits into his lips, letting his tongue dissolve around them, taking in the glorious taste of her fluids.
She was panting for him, burning for him, waiting for the inevitable moment that she knew to be mere seconds away now...
Sure enough, he brought his hands at last to the waistline of her skirt. His fingers curled up into the fabric, so that as he pulled down, down, down along her body, both the skirt and the panties beneath were slid from her form. They dissolved from her ass, sinking to her thighs, her knees, all the way down to around her ankles. At last he removed both articles completely, throwing them to the floor.
Amy fought her inherent shyness, and now, completely naked, spread her legs wide open for him, smiling up at his dazed expression. He gazed, long and hard, at her wet, gaping pussy for several seconds, his beautiful chest heaving with want, the lump in his pants getting bigger and bigger. At last, though, he managed to get a hold of himself, his eyes returning to her own, a smile spreading across his lips.
He slowly bowed forward onto her body, and pressed his lips to the base of her rib cage, right beneath the point of her breasts where he'd left off. He pressed his hands against the flesh of her thighs, letting his fingers sink painfully into them. Then he began to run kisses down, down, down along her naked body, letting them move tantalizingly from her ribcage, to her belly, to the heaving fleck of her navel, and at last down around the clean shaven swath of her pubic triangle...
She let out a shriek of pleasure, and then her eyes fluttered shut as his lips melted warmly against those of her pussy. Tenderly he kissed her soft, wet vagina, pulling its folds into his mouth with a beautiful, intense suction. He slowly spit her back out, and then spit into her, sending a white jet of saliva into her cunt as a means of lubrication. He pressed the flat palm of his tongue down against her to spread this around, and then proceeded to steadily eat her out, moving in a tender, loving rhythm.
“Oh God... Yes... Oh yes...” she chanted, her body relaxed, and the beauty of his cunnilingus making her feel as though she was walking on air. He lapped, and licked, and devoured her wholly, as though he genuinely seemed to savor the delectable flavor of her femininity.
She reached down between her legs, and with one hand pressed down against the crown of his beautiful bobbing head, forcing him deeper and deeper into herself. Then, she brought her other hand down and began to play with her clitoris, fingering it enthusiastically until Justin took over. He gently pushed her hand out of the way, and worked the tender, throbbing button of her love with an even greater intensity, his touch magical, setting her on fire with sensations as pleasure coursed through her body in waves.
“Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...” was now the extent of all she could manage to say.
It grew harder and harder to maintain her composure as the ecstasy bowled her over, and before she knew it her legs were wrapping up around him, pulling him deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her thighs began to tremble, and she nearly crushed his precious, hungry skull like a vice as the sensations swelled and swelled to a breaking point.
And at last, when she thought she could no longer stand it, orgasm pulsed through her body in waves. She cried out loud, and the entire bed shook along with her as she came, her whole anatomy on fire, her heart racing like a hummingbird's in her chest.
She nearly suffo
cated Justin in her folds as the last few pangs of ecstasy coursed through her, until at last she let out a final gasp, and her entire body went limp. Her legs opened up from around him, freeing him from his lovely, delicious prison. She lay there, panting with sensations, as he continued to lick at her down below. Then, at last, he slowly pulled his lips from those of her pussy, and lifted himself up toward her. He leaned onto her, once more, his erection once again pressing into her through the denim of his jeans. Their lips met, dissolving together, and she tasted herself on him as they kissed.
They made out for minutes on end, Amy still struggling to regain her faculties after that first round of intense, crippling pleasure. Then, she watched in astonishment as Justin stepped up from the bed, bringing his hand to the fly of his jeans.
Her throat constricted as he slowly unzipped himself, bringing his hands to his waistline. Then, he slid out of his jeans and underwear in a single stroke. His cock bounced out into the open, erect and glistening with pre-ejaculate, and so damn huge that Amy's mouth fell open at the sight of it.
Justin smiled at her reaction, and crept back up onto the bed with her. He moved slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. She thought he was just about ready to lower himself down onto her, when at the last minute she felt his hands gripping her tightly, flipping her over onto her stomach. She shrieked as her body bounced atop the surface of the mattress, yet loved being manhandled this way- in addition to, apparently, being taken so roughly from behind...
He lifted her up onto all fours like an animal, and mounted her, lining up their warm, wet, heaving bodies. Her mind reeled as she struggled to think of how she could possibly fit that much man into her. But before she could figure it out, she felt the heat of his engorged, chocolate tip being pushed into her, and knew that she was simply going to have to do her damnedest to contain his immensity.
She cried aloud as he stretched her out, sliding his long, black cock up inside her, filling her to capacity, and filling her full of yet another round of intense, mind-blowing sensations.
At last, when she thought she could handle no more of him, he touched down deep, deep inside her. Her fingers clenched up a handfuls of the sheets as he pressed down inside her, her toes curled in agony, and her shoulder shook violently as she waited for him to tear into her.
Slowly, very slowly, he pulled back out of her, savoring the heat of her pussy as he moved in and out. Then, once he'd nearly extricated himself, he pushed his way back down deep inside, filling her up once more.
He proceeded to tear into her, quickly escalating from gentility to a demonstration of his unrestrained lust for her. He hurled his body in and out, in and out of her own, smashing his weight repeatedly into her. Thrusting, humping, fucking, smashing her to bits. She began to scream as his ebony flesh pounded mercilessly into her own white skin, their bodies grinding together, colliding violently, sensations blossoming larger and larger with every passing clash of anatomies.
Harder, harder, deeper, deeper he fucked her, pounding her like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed vicious handfuls of her ass, holding onto her for dear life, spanking her occasionally, and making her savor the waves of pain as they washed up over her.
“Oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed, as their wet throbbing genitals smashed repeatedly together, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!
And at last, with one more brutal, intense blow, he hurled every ounce of his weight into her, and held himself down deep within her. She cried out as he began to fill him to the brim with sperm, ejaculating into her folds, pouring himself into her with such thickness and abundance that he spilled out of her onto the bed.
An orgasm even more intense than the first began to course through her in waves, lighting her nerves on fire, making her head spin as the world seemed to vanish around her. Her toes curled, her buttocks clenched, and she let out a terrible cry as he filled her to the brim with pleasure.
And at last, at long, long last, the sensations ebbed away, and she collapsed, trembling, onto the surface of the bed. He slowly pulled out of her, grunting as he removed himself from her folds. He pulled her up into his arms, their wet, sweat-soaked bodies melting together, the thrill of the afterglow brining a smile to both their lips.
Chapter 3
As she'd somehow intuited, Amy's connection to Justin went far beyond just the sexual. She had to admit, even she hadn't counted out the possibility that her attraction to the man had been brought on by shock at first. But now she felt confident that there was so much more to it all than that, and that what she felt for Justin was genuine, and in fact stronger than anything she'd ever before felt for a man in the past. He'd entered into her life at precisely the right moment, saved her in more ways than one, and there was simply no denying the love she now felt for him.
She'd called things off with Steve after that first night spent with Justin, and it had gone just about as unwell as she might have expected. As calm as she'd forced herself to be after Steve's infidelity, Steve had proven himself unwilling to display any similar collectedness of demeanor in response to her leaving him. Rather, he'd yelled and cursed, before breaking down into tears and begging her, once more, not to leave him. It honestly was difficult for Amy. Up until the point she'd met Justin, she really had been willing to make an effort to try and make things work in spite of the circumstances. Steve had played a major role in her life up to that point- had asked her to marry him, for crying out loud. She knew how very much she was walking away from, and what a mistake it might be if she changed her mind about it at some point down the road.
However, in the end, it felt to her like the only option. Things with Steve simply didn't feel like they could be repaired at this point, and her need to be with Justin was too great for her to bother wasting time on what she knew to be a lost cause.
“I'm sorry,” she'd said earnestly, as she handed Steve back his engagement ring, then turned to walk out the door one last time.
She'd moved in with Justin, having nowhere else to go, and the two of them into what basically amounted to the honeymoon period of their relationship. Amy craved the discovery of this man, getting to know him intimately, uncovering everything about him that he was willing to share. There was something dark and mysterious about his nature- something that kept him from being completely forthcoming about who he was. Yet it was this mystery, this enigma that further fueled the fires of Amy's attraction to the man, and in turn made what little information he was willing to share with her all the more precious for its scarcity.
Despite the things he may have been withholding from her, Amy felt somehow completely safe and at ease in his presence, resting in his arms, like nothing in the world could possibly hurt her. In the back of her mind, all the while, she still clung to the farfetched theory that he was some manner of guardian angel toward her, sent into her life as a blessing that she may not wholly have deserved, but which she'd needed badly given her present state of uncertainty about things.
Everything up to that point in her life now seemed like a dream, easily swept aside. Her love with Steve, his betrayal, all of it... None of that mattered now that she'd entered into this new chapter with Justin, like starting fresh with a clean slate.
She laid in his arms late at night, listening to the sound of his breathing, her naked body pressed up against him while he slept. He gave her a sense of peace that she'd never really thought possible, and she felt as though this feeling, whether it was real or imagined, of being protected and secure, might never depart from her.
Meanwhile, however, back in her old apartment, Steve was having a far more difficult time letting go of the past...
He'd been heartbroken when Amy told him she was leaving. He'd known full well he'd been an ass, and didn't even remotely deserve a girl like her. Yet he'd fought to hold onto her with every fiber of his being, realizing after his brief, idiotic period of infidelity how very badly he needed her.
Now, despite knowing that she'd had every right to leave him, Steve felt
nothing but bitterness toward the whole situation in his heart. He'd been missing work ever since Amy's departure, drinking too much, and looking for whatever escape he could find from this new and lonely reality he'd found himself flung painfully into.
He spent entirely too much time on social networking sites, looking up the man he'd heard Amy had left her for, and thinking all manner of cruel, vindictive thoughts toward him for having stolen her away.
Intoxicated and insanely jealous, Steve clicked his way through photo after photo on his profile, hating the man's effortless good looks, his powerful demeanor... He was just too damn perfect, in ways that he could never compete with, and his frustration grew more and more thorough as he made his way through one gallery of photos after another.
He knew he was just torturing himself at this point. That no amount of scowling at photos of Amy's new lover would be able to bring her back.
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