Her eyelids blinked then lowered. Her chest shivered as she drew a sharp breath. “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
As soon as the last word left her mouth, Guy went to work. The hand that had caressed her mouth, now moved to her throat, and he squeezed and pulled her forward. Sweet fuck. He loved that she let him touch her that way. That she was willing to leave herself vulnerable. He crushed his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue inside mimicking fucking. He groaned when she boldly dueled her tongue with his. He moved his other hand to her hair and twisted his fingers in her soaked tresses. Pulling back his mouth, he held her gaze and gave her hair a good yank. Her gasp was followed by a moan as her neck craned into an awkward position. No mistake. She was into this.
He bent his head to run his tongue up her neck then settled his mouth against the crook of her neck and bit, hard.
Satisfaction welled in his gut and groin as she cried out. Her hips pushed hard against his.
At her response, pleasure flooded his body. “You just wait. You won’t have a voice to mewl with, let alone scream with by the time I’m done with you.” He released her hair, grabbed her bicep and spun her around to face the truck. “Put your hands on the bed. Yeah, stick your ass out…just like that. You’re a good little kitten, aren’t you?” He stroked her hair, back, and the curve of her ass before landing a walloping smack to her backside.
She yelled and turned a scowling face to look at him. “Did you just spank me?”
Another smack landed before he answered her. He’d noticed she hadn’t moved out of range of his hand. “You’re goddamn right, I did. And if you’re a good little pussy, I’ll do it a few more times. You need it.” For good measure, he landed a third strike and smiled as her head flew back and her back arched. “You know what the most irritating piece of clothing is?” Guy growled as he worked the button on Plush’s pants.
“I-I have no idea.” Her voice was a harsh whisper against the pitter-pat of rain hitting the metal body of the tow truck.
“Jeans. Especially, wet jeans,” he said, shoving at hers. “The fucking things don’t want…to…come…off! There. Lift your leg. The other one. Yes. Nice panties. Too bad they’ll have to go, too.” Guy helped her out of her muck boots and jeans to reveal a simple pair of pink cotton panties. He ran his hands over the covered globes of her ass, squeezing them and spreading them wide as he did. She pushed back against his hands, which earned her another firm smack. This time, her ass was wet from the rain and nearly bare, and the sound resounded across the field like a crack of thunder. He growled and landed another smack, this time to the other cheek.
Guy ran his fingers over her the crack of her ass to her cotton-covered pussy, “You’re soaked. Is it the rain, or me?” He chuckled and bit her shoulder, his fingers still caressing her moist, sensitive area.
“You. That’s all for you.” She bowed her head and pushed her ass back against him.
“Good girl,” he crooned. He watched as she swayed her ass back and forth. He was sure she was trying to find his cock. “Too bad, sweet Kitten. This cock isn’t for you just yet.”
He slipped his fingers inside the crotch of the panties and yanked. The thin fabric tore away easily. But he wasn’t done yet. He moved his hand to her ass and grabbed the fabric there and yanked a second time. The panties came away from her body without difficulty. He gave the remnants of her panties a good sniff and rubbed his face in the material, reveling in her scent. “I cannot wait to taste your cunt. But first… Open your mouth. I’ve got something for you to suck on.” He’d grabbed another handful of her hair and pulled, making her back arch and her neck stretch to its maximum.
Guy found Plush’s mouth open, and again, he crooned in her ear, “Good girl.” Then he shoved the wadded panties into her mouth.
She gave a startled gargle but didn’t push them out with her tongue.
He caressed the column of her neck, giving it a tight squeeze. “Close your mouth. Don’t lose them.”
She did as instructed.
He’d thought about using the chains on her, to keep her in place, but decided against it. He wanted her to be here on her own, knowing she could leave at any time. Jesus, he hoped she didn’t want to leave. His hand wasn’t looking nearly as inviting as her pussy and ass.
“Mmmm, Kitten, any time you want this to end, you just say the word.” Guy ran his hand over her the swell of her ass and down through her slick folds, now swollen.
Silence was the only response. Guy stopped touching her, stopped caressing her, and started to back away when he heard her muffled voice.
Oh, right. He’d forgotten about the panties. He reached inside her mouth to remove the soaked fabric. “I didn’t catch that.” He smiled sheepishly as he ran the panties under his nose a second time.
“I didn’t ask you to stop. Please, don’t stop touching me. Don’t stop.” She turned her face toward his. Her dark eyes were large and pleading with him.
Guy nodded then put the panties in his pants pocket, “We’re clear?” She nodded. Then he moved on her. First thing he did was grab the hem of her T-shirt in both hands and pull in opposite directions. A satisfying rip let him know the only other piece of clothing she’d been wearing was now nothing but a rag. “Arms up.” As she complied, he pulled the remaining fabric from her body.
The puffed-up kitten was now completely naked and at his mercy, exactly the way he liked his pussy. Guy moved towards her, pressing his chest against her back. He ran his hands over her naked breasts. Her nipples were sharp points against the soft mounds of flesh they rested upon. They were too tempting to resist, so he didn’t. He spun her around and had his mouth on one of her hard nubs, sucking in half her breast.
She squealed and arched her back as he dragged his teeth over her fleshy mound. The other breast was lonely and neglected, he was sure, so he gripped the other one, squeezing and kneading as he sank his teeth into the nipple he’d been playing with.
After giving her nipple a smacking kiss, he lifted his head. “I could play with your tits all night. Is that what you want?” He looked up at her, his hands continued to knead at her tits, her nipples dripping water, which he licked away.
“No. I want…more. More.” Plush looked down at him, biting her bottom lip.
“Tell me what you want then.” He gave her a dark smile, kissing each breast, waiting for her response.
Plush shook her head from side to side.
“Oh, poor little Kitten doesn’t know what she wants?” Guy laughed against her sternum. Even in this rain, with the smell of the wet earth wafting around them, he could still smell her cunt. He knew what she wanted, but she had to ask him for it.
“I can’t… It’s too much. Please.” She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him down.
“I’m not that easy. Tell me. Tell me what you want, and you’ll have it.” He licked the rain from her stomach, running his tongue up her abdomen to between her breasts.
To help her make her decision, he moved one of his hands down to caress her feminine lips. They were so hot and swollen he was surprised she didn’t come from that single touch. She did scream out, though. And when he shoved two fingers inside her, her thighs trembled. “Tell me, beg me. Now.” He brushed his thumb over her clit, which was so erect her entire body seized at the gentle touch.
“Eat me. Please. Eat my pussy, damn you!” Plush growled at him, near tears.
Guy laughed, “All you had to do was ask.” He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her swollen cunt. His fingers still worked inside her, so he lapped at her running juices. He grabbed her hands and placed them on the back of his head. She dug her fingers into his hair and scalp, and then started thrusting her hips against his face, fucking his mouth.
He continued ramming his fingers inside her while licking and sucking her folds, purposely missing her clit. He knew the second his tongue hit that button, she’d fly, and he wanted to keep her grounded, at least for the time being. Besi
des, she seemed to be enjoying fucking his face, and he certainly wasn’t complaining. There was nothing like a face full of cunt juice.
Her pussy started to tighten around his fingers, making it difficult for him to keep fingering her. Above him, he could hear her cries of bliss, interspersed with pleas to suck her clit. Guy pulled back his head and glanced up at her.
She looked down at him, her eyes ablaze with unfulfilled passion, her hair soaked but wild in the rain. Fuck, she was sweet. So perfect in this moment. Locking his gaze with hers, he moved his face back to her pussy and dragged his tongue across her clit. That was all it took.
She wrapped her hands tighter in his hair and held his face against her pulsating pussy, her body trembling as she came. His plan was to suck her dry and then fuck her raw, but he also wanted to keep her at the height of ecstasy. So, just as she rounded the plate for the next mind-shattering orgasm, he pulled his face away from her gyrating pussy.
“No!” she screamed and tried to pull his face back to where she needed it most.
He gave her ass a hard smack to get her attention. “Turn around. I’m going to eat your asshole. I’m going to fuck you, and then, after I come in your cunt, I just might eat you out again.”
He smiled as her mouth dropped open and she gave a ragged groan.
“Such a good little kitten, doing as your told. Knees wobbly and thighs shaky, are they? Good. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to stand.” He could see her body trembling and enjoyed the fact that she was completely naked, while he was still completely clothed. He was going to remain that way, too.
He ran his hand up her back, putting pressure on her shoulders to bend her over, pushing her ass out. Guy dropped back to his knees, kneading her ass cheeks, spreading them wide so he could see her asshole in the Jeep’s light. Torture was such a beautifully dirty word for what he was about to do to her, but she’d thank him for it—over and over again.
The taste of her pussy was still fresh on his tongue, and he needed more. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her folds and reveled in her screams. She reached back her hand, grabbing at air, trying to pull his face against her once again.
Not this time. This time, he flicked his tongue at her back hole. Her entire being spasmed. “Dirty bitch,” he growled against her nether tissues. Guy flattened his tongue and dragged it the length of her crack, again, flicking the tip of his tongue at the tiny, puckered hole. Her knees buckled, and still she reached behind her, grabbing at air.
The next pass of his tongue, he aimed for the bullseye and shoved his tongue inside. She thrust her ass back against his face. Somewhere above him, he heard wails of pleasure. With lightning speed, he gave her ass a hard smack then soothed the sting with a rough caress. He removed his tongue and ran it along the outside, gently flicking the sensitive tissue. By this time, Plush’s wails sounded like hoarse sobs as her body sagged over his truck bed.
He was done playing; his cock was so hard it hurt. It was time to give her the pounding she’d been missing for eight months. He stood and undid his pants, pushing them off his hips. Reaching down into his sagging jeans, he slipped out his wallet, found a condom, and quickly cloaked. Again, he pressed his body against hers, pulling her to a standing position, her throat in his hand. “You ready to get fucked, Kitten?”
“Please, yes, hurry.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
He grabbed her hip in one hand and guided his weeping cock to her sodden folds with the other. Even with a hard thrust, he’d only managed to get the head inside her. “Jesus, your cunt is tight. Let me in, honey. You’re so wet.” He continued to whisper sweet nothings to her as he massaged her clit, making her legs tremble harder. With each word and massage, he was able to get further inside her until finally, thankfully, her ass hit the hilt. They both held still, briefly enjoying the moment of complete immersion into passion.
Guy gripped both her hips, withdrew his cock almost completely, and then thrust to the hilt again, slamming his hips against her ass. Again and again, he pulled his cock out to just about the tip and thrust back inside, using an excruciatingly slow rhythm that drove them both to the edge faster than he’d ever thought possible.
“Come, p-please…I need to come,” Plush begged.
“Kitten, you’ll come as soon as your cunt milks my cock dry.” He gritted his teeth. “Yeah, squeeze that cock.”
The moment he’d said “squeeze,” her body responded. Her pussy grabbed his cock, squeezing it so hard he could only make the most miniscule of movements inside her. The sweet tingle hit his balls then made a warp drive path to every nerve ending in his body to finally shoot out the end of his cock, filling his condom with hot, frothy cum. Her body responded, blossoming in orgasm, her screams filling the night.
Oh, but he wasn’t done yet. He pulled out, again, while her body was still shuddering from the climax. She begged him to keep fucking her, but he’d made a promise he planned to keep. He dropped back to his knees and shoved his face in her pussy and sucked her clit and lips into his mouth, then thrust his tongue inside, sweeping her throbbing pussy walls with his tongue.
Whatever voice she’d had left was gone. Her body bucked against his face, thrusting her ass back. This time, he rode her orgasm out to the end, drinking in their combined juices, giving her pussy a few gentle licks and kisses until the blissful spasms abated.
Guy stood, gently turned her, then brought her around, positioning himself against the truck bumper while he reached for her ass then helped her straddle his lap. She complied without hesitation, wrapping her arms around his neck. He could feel her heart hammering against both their chests. He pushed back her hair and kissed her forehead.
“That was fun.” She breathed against his neck then ran her tongue up to his ear.
Guy gave her ass a light slap. “We’ll be here all night if you keep that up.”
“We’re going to be here all night anyway,” she whispered, nibbling on his ear lobe.
“Mmmm…why do you say that?” he said, his hands roaming her body again, finding her still quite fuckable. Maybe he should ask her on a date. Besides her pussy, he hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch the day before.
“Do you hear that?” she said, tilting her head to the side.
“Nope.” Then he blinked. The headlights had gone out. The Jeep had run out of gas.
“Guess we should have moved your truck before we fucked. Now, we’re both fucked.” She snorted into his neck then slid off his lap to her knees in the mud, looking up at him with a mischievous grin before giving his half-hard cock a flick with her tongue.
“Fuck,” Guy whispered at both predicaments. He’d worry about the truck later, much later. He grabbed a fistful of her hair to encourage the throat-fucking he was about to receive and silently thanked Todd for switching call.
Hourglass
By Kenzie Mathews
I'm in Pompeii when I lose my hourglass. That’s not good. They're tiny things really, meant to look like charms. Mine's on a necklace. I lost it running. Because what else do you do when there's lava involved? Or about to be involved. It's a disaster, and I'm without an hourglass to help me escape.
Tears spring to my eyes. So now, I can't see while I'm running, and then a solid bar suddenly stops my forward momentum—a big hairy arm. I fight blindly, my arms spinning like windmills. I strike flesh.
“Stop it, Shawnie! I'm trying to save us both!”
I recognize the voice, it’s growling texture. The man holding me is Finn, my archnemesis. Okay, not really. He's just competing against me because we both want to finish our theses on time travel and our approaches are polar opposites. His thesis will tackle the mechanics, completely missing the richness of history at our fingertips, which my more anthropological thesis addresses.
But now I'm lost in time without my hourglass. Hence, Pompeii and lava. I stop struggling. It was useless anyway. His body is rock-hard solid. It's like pounding my fists against a fleshy, sexy wall.
No. Wait. Not sexy—archnemesis.
“What do you want, Finnegan?” I grit out.
He laughs. All around us, chaos, the ground shaking, peopling jostling past us as they flee toward the shore. We should be running, too, but I can see the hourglass Finn's holding up in his large fist. The sands are running out. I close my eyes because there's always a flash of bright blinding light, and I'll be damned if Finn doesn’t kiss me just as we enter time…
His tongue stroked mine and despite myself, I surrendered to his kiss. His lips were full and delicious. I loved the way his stubble raked my chin and cheek. I bit his lip a little, and he deepened his kiss, cupping the back of my head. I felt dizzy. I pulled him closer. There were parts of me waking up. Parts that had been quiet a long time. I moaned, clinging to him. He pulled away and smiled at me.
I came to my senses. I was kissing Finn!
I shoved him away and looked around to center myself. I was still in my toga, which hadn’t raised an eyebrow in the era we’d just left, but we were in the middle of a block of what looked like Victorian London. So not good. Finn, of course, was wearing a suit, so he could fit in most times and places.
I grabbed his arm. “I'm practically naked here, Finn!”
“Yes,” he said appreciatively, “You are.”
I lower my brows. “Not helpful.”
“Shhh,” Finn said, lifting me into his arms, “we'll find you clothes.”
I nodded, and then it came to me: he was carrying me down the street and seemed to have no particular destination in mind. I gave him a blistering glare. “What are you doing?”
“Right now?” He leered. “Looking at your breast. You have the most delectable nipple. Like a juicy raspberry.”
I choked. My boob had fallen out of my toga, and I hadn’t noticed, but Finn had. Never mind the lost hourglass. I was losing my mind. I fixed my toga. “How long were you looking?”
“Long enough.” Finn smirked, then murmured into my hair, “You're a tasty little thing, aren't you?”
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