by Candy Quinn
There are no charming words from that — I’ve awakened something fiercer in him. He grabs my hips, the sight of my ass driving him wild as he enters me rough and hard. I’m so slick that it doesn’t hurt, but it takes me by surprise — angled like this, he feels bigger than ever, and the moment his crown strikes my g-spot, I let out a cry of pleasure as I nearly come from that alone. It doesn’t take me long to actually come again as he starts ramming into me with such ferocity, such base desire that I feel like an animal.
It’s like all the culture and civilization around us has melted away, leaving just us, two beasts fucking each other senseless. I feel more exhausted than ever, yet there’s so much more energy untapped inside me. The sound of our flesh slapping against flesh echoes over the waters as he pounds me, each motion getting harder and harder, until finally, I feel him start to tighten, get stronger and fiercer as instinct takes over entirely.
He’s nearing the breaking point, but he’s not going to give me the slightest bit of reprieve on his way there. He’s panting furiously, and I don’t know how his arms aren’t getting tired as he pulls me into him with each strike. I try to push my ass up, expose myself utterly and totally to him, give myself over to both our rampant lusts, but he’s in control of everything. All of it. And there’s nothing I can do about it when his balls start to tighten.
“I’m going to breed you, girl,” he growls, and I let out a squeaky gasp of pleasure as the words send an orgasm crashing through me. He’s doing it. He’s making me his in the way I’ve always craved but never understood until this moment. I need it, all of it, and I need it in me now.
His cock swells bigger than ever as he lets out a deep, ragged moan from the depths of his chest, and I feel his seed spill into me hot and fierce, making another orgasm wrack my body from head to toe as we come together. His white, hot seed erupts into me, filling me up in just a few thrusts, but there’s so much more in there, I know it.
That’s why it surprises me when after just four shots of his virile seed, he pulls out of me, and he flips me over, holding me in one arm as his other hand massages his shaft and sends another jet of it come into my face.
The hot, sweet sensation of his pearly seed hitting my lips and running down my neck is indescribably wonderful. I gasp as another shoots out and gets in my hair, another hitting my chest and staining all that wonderful fabric I brought for him. More and more of it comes, hitting my skin and running down it to warm me up in the midst of the cold Dutch winter.
By the end of it, I’m covered in him, breathing heavily as the last of his seed spills out, his shaft and hand glistening from the seed.
Instinct acts for me as I sit up with the last of my energy, and even he is surprised as I open my mouth and take his relieved cock into it, letting my tongue wash over him and clean his cock of our intermingled come. He lets out a groan as I do, and I taste just a little more come release just for me as I massage his balls while I clean him. As I get the last of it and look up at him, my face is glowing with bliss, just as his is.
He picks me up and kisses me deeply, his chest breathing deeply with the afterglow of our sex, and he holds me in that kiss for longer than I can keep track of.
“You’re incredible, Jess,” he says as I try to find my breath, utterly spent from him. He takes his jacket and starts to clean off parts of my body lovingly while I try to muster words.
“I…” I manage in a haze, but he just chuckles and puts a finger to my lips.
“Don’t worry about it, love,” he says, “there’ll be time for words later.”
But that time comes sooner rather than later as I’m startled by a sudden buzzing of my phone, and I blink over at it in my jacket to see a FaceTime call coming in from Casey.
“Shit,” I say, “that’s my roommate.” Weird, she shouldn’t be calling at this hour if she’s on her date. I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach suddenly, but Jack nods for me to answer it, and I do, angling myself away from the come-stained jacket-wielding shirtless man behind me.
“Casey?” I say as the image flickers into view on the screen. It’s Casey, but I can tell she’s pretty drunk by the look in her eyes. What’s worse, she looks scared.
“Jess,” she gasps, looking at me terrified, “Jess, there’s some teenagers following me half a block back, and I’m scared. I-I don’t want to leave my bike, but I can’t find a cab and I-” The call drops suddenly, the screen going dark. My eyes widen, and I try to call her back immediately, but only to go straight to voicemail.
“Her phone must have died,” I breathe, looking up at Jack, but he’s already getting dressed and raising his phone to his ear.
“I need a chauffeur here, now,” he says into the phone, looking to me and giving a confident nod.
5
“Where to?” the chauffeur of the sleek black sedan that just pulled up asks as we climb in. It’s a luxury car, more lavish than I’ve ever seen. And this is just Jack’s traveling car for the road.
“Uh…” I say, wracking my brain to figure out where she might have been. “I saw...a building with a bunch of eyes on it in the background, it was weird, and some kind of fruit stand on the street corner.”
“Ah!” says the driver to my surprise, “the Bos en Lommerweg. My sister lives there.”
Jack hands the driver a handful of hundred Euro bills, nodding to him. “Hurry.”
We peel away from the curb and rocket across town towards our destination. Within a few minutes, I yell, “Stop the car!” as Casey comes into view. She’s stumbling from her drunkenness, and there’s a group of about four guys behind her, drunkenly jeering at her, and I know the aggression in their body language.
I hear a low, menacing sound from Jack as the car comes to a halt, and before I can react, he springs out of the car and races toward them.
I hear him shouting at them in Dutch, and I don’t know what they’re saying, but one of the youth slurs something back as he staggers forward to throw a punch at him. To my surprise, Jack catches the man’s fist, stopping him cold as he twists his arm behind his back and throws him back to his friends, snarling something else and pointing for them to get out. It looks like the group is about to keep up the jeering, but eventually, they shuffle off, leaving Casey looking at Jack and me in shock as I step out of the car.
She collapses into my arms wordlessly as I run forward to catch her. “She’s out cold,” I say as Jack steps forward and picks her up, nodding.
“Those men were about to do something terrible,” he says. “Let’s get you both back to my room.”
The next morning, I awaken in the huge king-size bed I slept in with Jack to the smell of cooking crepes in the penthouse’s kitchen. Jack has several beds in his private suite, and he let Casey doze in one of them on her own while me and Jack slept in his bed.
Casey was gone by the time I woke, and I saw a message from her on my phone thanking me for last night, that she owed me another pot cupcake, but she thought she ought to give me and Jack some private time. I smile as I climb out of bed, realizing I’m still in the lingerie from last night.
“Morning, sunshine,” Jack says as he serves me a fresh crepe, taking a seat on the bed beside me as I wrap my arms around his bare chest, nuzzling into him with a contented sigh as I feel my pussy warming for him already. “Feel refreshed from last night?”
“I feel more relaxed than I have in ages,” I say truthfully, taking the crepe from him and devouring it hungrily as he laughs.
“Well, good. Your friend already took off, as you noticed. Close call last night.”
“I can’t believe you could do all that,” I say as I finish my food, “you were incredible.”
“You have to learn a thing or two when you’re in the limelight as much as me,” he laughs as if it’s nothing.
“I mean it,” I say, smiling at him as I set my plate aside and slide closer to him, “you’re...incredible, Jack.”
He smiles down at me, and we share a quiet moment jus
t enjoying each other’s company a moment before he glances at my outfit and speaks again.
“You know, as much as I’ve been enjoying the borderline-exhibitionist thing we’ve been doing,” he says, making me blush furiously and bite my lip, “you know what would be really cool?”
“What?” I say, my voice teasing as I twirl a lock of hair around my finger, and he suddenly pulls me close to him, leaning in close to my ear.
“If I fucked you in my bed,” he growls, and I already feel my pussy wettening for him.
I don’t even respond with words. They’re utterly useless. Jack is dressed in boxers alone, and I reach down to feel his hardening shaft under them, my hands groping greedily for that monstrous cock I know he’s got under there.
A low, dark laugh in his chest, he picks me up and straight up tosses me onto the center of the bed, where I bounce, giggling. This is incredible. This Adonis, looking even more rugged and primal without his glasses as he gets on his knees standing upright on the bed and makes his way towards me, saved my best friend’s life last night, cooked me crepes in the morning, and is now about to fuck me in his penthouse. I don’t know what I did to get this lucky, but I’m not about to second-guess it. I came here to see a concert, and what I got was...so much more.
“You liked the taste of my cock last night, did you?” he asks, running a hand through his hair as he strips off his boxers, revealing every inch of that glorious body of his for my eyes to ravish. I nod dumbly, wetting my lips as I look at his stiffening cock.
I brush my hand through my own hair and realize there’s still some of his come from last night in it, and I blush. He notices that and smiles, reaching out with a powerful arm and taking hold of my chin to make me look up at him. “I told you I’d mark you, love,” he says, his free hand massaging his cock. “And I mean what I say.”
I crawl closer to him after he releases me, looking hungrily at that stiff, erect cock. I need it so desperately, and I want to devour every drop of his seed, but I know he’s going to plant it in my pussy, and that makes me even more excited. I let my fingers drift toward my clit to start massaging it as my other hand grab his massive shaft, and I let my fingers play around it.
“It’s just so beautiful,” I say, admiring his regal scepter, letting my thumb brush across the bulging head. “How does it do so much in so little time?”
“Coming from an Art major, I’ll take that as a compliment,” he muses, and I grin up at him, having forgotten that we’d even talked about all that. My time with Jack is a blur of lust — my life outside this was almost forgotten. He starts playing with my hair as I let my tongue lick his cock experimentally, testing the feel of a stiff and needy crown versus the spent one I tasted last night.
“You know, love,” he says, a deep rumble in his chest as I take his crown into my mouth, “I don’t think you’ve gotten enough of a glimpse of the world from Amsterdam alone. You name a place, and I’ll take you there. How would you like to see the Louvre in Paris? The Uffizi in Florence?”
Ripples of energy run up me from my pussy as I listen to him. I don’t know if I’m becoming this guy’s sugar baby or if there’s something more happening, but either way, I’m okay with it. My body demands it. I want this exemplar of manhood to fuck me like a toy wherever we go. But the way he plays with my hair, the way he looks down at me as I start to take more of his shaft into my mouth, there’s so much more than pure lust there.
My heart turns. Am...am I falling for this man I just met two nights ago?
Regardless of what exactly it is I’m feeling, I need him. And my body is done waiting. I take enough of his cock into my mouth that I let my tongue slide up and down the bottom of it, taking in every contour as I push up against it. I know it’s driving him wild, because I can feel his dick getting bigger and needier. He wants me, too.
I get bolder, even if this isn’t something I’d have ever considered a few days ago. I take more and more of it into my mouth, and even as it reaches the back of my throat, I just sigh in delight at the taste of him, and I don’t hold back. I slide his cock back and forth in my mouth, reveling in the feeling of Jack groaning softly up above me. I’m touching myself boldly, brazenly, so safe and comfortable in Jack’s looming shadow.
He gets tenser, and I start getting more aggressive with how I take him. I want to make him come inside my mouth, and for a moment, it looks like I’m going to do just that. I taste the first drop on my tongue...and realize it’s only his precum. But the way he’s groaning tells me it’s still an intensely good feeling for him, so I keep working, my hand toying with his balls, savoring their feel in the soft palm of my hand while his cock pulses in my mouth.
Finally, I feel a gentle pull at my hair — the feeling nearly makes me come as I finger myself — as Jack makes me withdraw, looking down at me with a dark, hungry look.
“I haven’t tasted you myself, yet,” he says, and I obediently start to lay back for him, but he catches me, smiling and shaking his head. “Oh no, you don’t get off that easy.”
Before I can ask what he means, he reaches behind me, and with a fluid motion and the sound of ripping fabric, my outfit is torn off me roughly, though it doesn’t hurt me. My eyes widen as he does the same with my panties, and I open my mouth to protest his ripping a very expensive outfit, but he holds up the shreds as he silences me with a kiss, then says, “When I’m through with you, I’ll buy you something that will make you feel like the goddess you are, Jess.”
I let out a soft sigh of delight as he tosses me back, and he holds my thighs open and dives for my pussy without a moment’s hesitation.
“Ohhh, Jack!” I scream out as he starts eating me out, and oh my god, if the feeling of him inside me was good, this is something different altogether! His tongue is massive yet precise, and it emerges from his ruggedly handsome face to stroke the length of my pussy. It gets me so fucking hot that I grip the sheets and push my hips up into him, feeling my body ache and demand more.
I’d heard people say oral was good, but this? I want to wallow in him forever, and I want that tongue of his in me forever. His tongue darts in and out of his mouth, striking somewhere in my pussy that takes me to new and unknown heights. His tongue finds my clit effortlessly, and even as I start to squirm more and more greedily, I realize he’s holding my hips down, keeping my thighs apart. I’m so completely his, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Jack!” I cry out, almost a sob of joy as much as a cry of desire, “Jack, don’t stop, please!”
“You taste too sweet, love,” he growls, his rough stubble lighting my pussy on fire as honey runs from it. “I wouldn’t stop for the world.”
His tongue shoots up to my clit and swirls upon it, pressing in and lapping at it relentlessly. It’s like he’s exploring some new and delicious candy, and he can’t get enough of it. Soon, I feel him reach around me and lift my hips up, bringing me higher up so it’s easier for him to run his tongue through my pussy, diving deep and moving his tongue around in there with such dexterity.
I let out an unimpeded scream as he makes me come, my legs fighting desperately to close. It’s like taking a turn on a road and skidding out of control—I feel like I have to recoil, to draw back, to give my poor body a break after it went too far, but he doesn’t let me! My toes clench, I feel like I’m about to rip the sheets out, and my pussy feels like it’s going to explode, but he doesn’t stop.
I take a sharp, gasping breath as he keeps going, and my orgasms keep coming. His face shines with my honey, but there’s no sign of him stopping. He just keeps going, his tongue as strong and durable and flexible as ever, tormenting, torturing, ravaging my clit. This can’t stop. Not now. But it has to, or I’m going to die of this overwhelming sensation.
My face glistens by the time he finally slows when my hands go up to my nipples, doing the unthinkable and stimulating me more. My face is red and my mouth hangs open, but damn it, if this ecstasy is going to kill me, I want to die in more pleasure th
an anyone else before me!
Finally, he gives my pussy one final, long, deep stroke, and I feel another orgasm shudder through my body as he lets me hit the mattress.
My limbs are limp, and my chest is rising and falling in exhaustion. He’s fucked me so silly I don’t know which way is even up anymore. I’m uselessly lying there, but the dark laugh above me tells me he’s far from done.
I feel his strong, tender grip on my thighs, and I realize he’s massaging them, feeling every inch of smooth muscle that’s almost shaking from all this.
“Little Jess,” he coos, massaging my burning thighs and making me feel like I’m floating on a cloud, “you’re so wound-up! But I promise you this...as long as I’m here, I’m going to unwind you like a ball of yarn and leave you strewn out across the floor.”
“I’d rather be wound around you all day,” I retort, and he laughs, raising one of my legs up and draping it over his shoulder, holding up my hip in the other hand.
“You’re brave, girl,” he says. I know I shouldn’t do this. It’s all too much. But my pussy is greedy, and it’s speaking for me, despite my exhaustion. I know what’s coming. Even at this angle, I can see that massive, ominously looming cock reading itself. “I like that.”
He impales me on his cock, and I let out a gasp as his shaft bucks into me all the way to the hilt, his balls hitting my thigh as he holds me up and fucks me sideways.
I don’t even know what way to twist as his huge, red-hot cock lurches into me rhythmically, not as precise as his tongue, but so much more fulfilling. I curse myself for comparing the two so crudely earlier. I was stupid. This is beyond any other feeling I’ve had in my twenty-some years of life. And I don’t know how or if I want it to stop, even for a little bit.
He pounds into me and makes the whole, huge bed shake. When this monster of a man fucks, the world around him feels it, and nothing feels it more than me. I feel the whole force of him ploughing into me, and I love it.
