by Jenika Snow
That was a heady cocktail to make her unease and nervousness over what she was about to do with Cadeon leave right out the window. Those heated looks, and the way he ordered her to get undressed, had Stella feeling gorgeous, had her pussy wetter than it had ever been, and had her so very ready to finally feel Cadeon between her thighs.
“Take that fucking bra off.” He growled out those words, and no way in hell was she going to not listen to him. As it was, she wanted to submit to him, wanted him holding her hands above her head so she was helpless and at his mercy, and wanted this biker and tattoo artist to do all kinds of wicked things to her.
She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, but for a second all she did was let the once confining material hang off her shoulders. Her breasts were big because she was a larger-sized woman. The bottom of the mounds now spilled out the bottom of the underwire, and she stared at Cadeon as he dipped his gaze low and stared at the flesh that was exposed.
“Take it completely off, Stella.” He ran a hand over his jaw, but he was still looking at her chest.
Stella loved how he said her name, loved the way it made her feel and had her pulse increasing. She reached up and slipped the straps down her arms. The cool air brushed along her chest, and she felt her nipples harden to the point they ached.
“The pants, Stella. Take off the fucking pants.”
He sounded guttural and harsh, and she had a hard time keeping her eyes open. She went for her jeans and unbuttoned them, and as soon as she had the zipper down, he was right back in front of her and framing her face with his hands.
No going back now, I guess.
7
“You have no fucking idea how hot you are to me, or how much I want you.”
Oh, she had an idea how much he wanted this, because his erection was really straining against the front of his pants.
He let go of her face and grabbed both her hands in his. Placing her open palm on one of his hard pecs, he stared into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. The muscle beneath her hand jumped, and she could feel how strong he was even from this one simple touch. Still running his tongue along her top then bottom lip until she was a quivering mess, he took her other hand and placed it right over his hard dick.
Her mouth dried further, and she felt her eyes widen. Cadeon was a big man, and his cock was no different. Seeing its length pressed against his pants was so not in the same field as having her hand right on it. The few times she had been with a guy didn’t even equal the intensity of which she was feeling for Cadeon right now. He hadn’t even gotten his dick out, and she was wetter and hotter than she had ever been in her entire life.
This was three years of arousal built up, and if she didn’t feel this hard shaft of his plunging into her, she was going to spontaneously combust.
“You see what you do to me?” He wasn’t kissing her any longer, but he still had his mouth pressed to hers, and every word he said caused his lips to move along hers. “I am so fucking hard, baby,” he panted against her mouth. “The saying ‘could drive nails through steel’ is pretty fucking accurate of my condition right now.”
A small gasp left her, and she closed her eyes.
“No, open your eyes and look at me. I want you right here with me.”
She did as he asked but found the simple act so hard to accomplish, especially when he went back to running his tongue over her lips and pressing her hand more firmly on his denim-covered dick. “I really need you, Cadeon.”
He groaned against her mouth and in the next second pushed her jeans down her thighs. She was all too eager to kick them aside. He had his big hands on her ass, squeezing the mounds like he owned them. But she knew that at this moment, he did own them and every other part of her body. She wore a thong, so the bare cheeks of her ass were his for the taking. But he still had his jeans on, and she wanted nothing between them.
She unzipped his pants, but before she could push them down like he had done for her, he was moving back and doing it himself. He had his jeans and boxer briefs off in seconds flat. God, the man was built like the Hulk, and she wasn’t exaggerating in the slightest. From his frame and bulging muscles, to the huge cock between his thighs, Cadeon Morris was the epitome of physical perfection of the male form.
“I can’t count the number of times I have looked at your mouth and imagined your plump, pink lips wrapped around my dick.” He gripped the root of his shaft and stroked up to the tip then back down to the base. “Come here, Stella.”
She couldn’t move for several seconds, as she was riveted to what he was doing to himself.
“Come here and let me see how well my imagination holds up to reality.”
Stella’s throat tightened, not from fear or nervousness, but from extreme desire. She clenched her thighs together, she hoped, to stop the flow of moisture that was leaving her at an embarrassingly quick rate. Moving closer to him until their body heat combined as one, she felt beads of sweat line the length of her spine.
He reached out, ran his thumb along her bottom lip, and gently pulled her flesh down. His lips parted as he watched the act, and when he let go of her just as gently, it was to place his hand on her shoulder. “Get on your knees, Stella, and open that pretty mouth for my cock.” He exerted some pressure on her shoulder until she was getting down on her knees.
His shaft was hard and pointing right at her face, and being this close showed the prominent veins that lined the length. Stella had never thought a dick was attractive in itself, but Cadeon’s was like a work of art, even as cliché as that sounded. His balls were big and hung right below his shaft, and, not thinking and just acting, she lifted her hand and cupped the heavy weight.
The sound he made seemed painful, and she quickly looked up but saw he had his eyes closed and this look of ecstasy on his face.
“That’s a good start, Stella.” He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Now suck my cock.”
She opened her mouth but kept her gaze with his. When the tip of his erection brushed along her lips, he made another gruff noise and moved his hand behind her head so he could grab a chunk of her hair. He pulled her closer toward his cock until she was forced to take half of it in her mouth.
Mouth stretched wide and lips wrapped fully around his length, Stella felt her eyes water as the sheer size of him filled her completely, and that brought on a plethora of images containing him trying to push his cock into her pussy. His flavor was salty and musky, but there was this potency about him that had her moving her tongue along the crown of his erection and licking away the pre-cum that spilled from the hole at the tip.
“That’s it.” He grunted out those two words. “Christ, Stella, that is so fucking it, baby.” He tugged at her hair until pleasure and pain coalesced with each other.
She sucked as much as she could into her mouth, feeling like she couldn’t get enough, even when the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged. She wanted more, wanted everything he had to give her, and what she couldn’t reach with her mouth, she got with her hand. She rubbed and stroked the root of his dick at the same time she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on him like her life depended on it.
He never once let go of her hair and in fact seemed to grow more manic with each passing second. Soon, he was thrusting his hips forward and retreating. Back and forth, in and out, and all she could do was hold onto his thickly muscled thigh with her hand and continue to give him a blowjob.
“Motherfucker,” he swore and picked up his pace in thrusting in and out of her mouth. He was fucking her; there was no doubt about that, and God did she love it. Saliva pooled in her mouth, and she moaned when she tasted a small jet of his salty cum. But he pulled back almost as soon as it happened.
Saliva and the remnants of his semen slipped down her chin and landed on her breasts. Should she have felt dirty for that? Maybe, but all she felt was this burning deep need inside her, like a fire had been started and only Cadeon could douse it.
“Stand up, and
turn so your back is to me,” he spoke low, and once again she didn’t dare think of denying him.
Once she was standing and turned around, she glanced over her shoulder. He was stroking himself again, but his eyes were on her ass, and there was this carnal look on his face.
“You have the most fuckable ass I have ever seen.” He lifted his eyes so he was looking at her now and moved closer. As he smoothed his hands along the mounds in a soft, gentle caress, she closed her eyes and breathed out. But that gentleness left her when he brought his palm down along one of her cheeks hard enough that the pain was immediate. She curled her toes as intense heat rushed to her erotically abused bottom.
Looking over her shoulder once more, she said, “Cadeon—”
“Shhh.” He was staring at her ass again, and just as she opened her mouth, he spanked her other cheek. The pain was intense, but what surprised her was the fact that pleasure filled her too from the act. He spanked her over and over again, alternating between her ass cheeks until she knew they were red for as hot as they felt.
He placed a hand in the center of her back and pressed her forward until her upper body was flush with the top of the table. She had to stand on her toes and spread her legs just to keep her balance.
“Cadeon, I wish you would stop torturing me.” Stella moaned out the words. He continued to smooth his hands up and down her back, her ass, and continued his downward path to the back of her thighs. And when he moved back up, he added a little tap to each cheek. She turned her head so she could see what he was doing, because even though she liked how he touched her, she also liked watching him. It gave her this thrill and caused her body to grow hotter.
He got down on his haunches, grabbed a handful of her ass in each of his hands, and spread the cheeks apart. When he leaned in close, her breathing stalled at the feel of his warm breath teasing her pussy and the cleft of her ass. A strangled sound left her, but she didn’t tell him to stop.
“I’m not torturing you, baby. I’m pleasuring you.” After he said the words, he placed his mouth right over her pussy and sucked on her hard. He was relentless as he flattened his tongue and moved it up and down the center of her slit, sucked her clit into his mouth, and hummed in pleasure. He was a machine, or maybe a monster intent on destroying her, but either way, she liked his delicious wickedness.
Her orgasm went through her so powerfully that she opened her mouth and cried out soundlessly. Cadeon was never-ending as he continued eating her out until her legs shook and she couldn’t suck any more air into her lungs. Over and over, he nipped, sucked, and licked her pussy until the wet sounds of his mouth on her filled her head.
But he wasn’t done yet, and that was solidified when he kept her ass spread open and ran his tongue from her clit to her pussy hole and continued up until he had his tongue right on her anus. Her arousal had slid down the crack of her rear when she had been lying on the table, and the suctioning sounds he made on her flesh were loud and obscene. His warm breath on her exposed flesh had a shiver working through her, and although he had his tongue pressed to her back hole, he didn’t push it inside her.
And then he curled his fingers into her flesh and started eating out her ass like he had her pussy. She was slick all over, and the groans and hums told her Cadeon was pleased by that fact. But never had a guy given her a rim job, and she never thought she would have liked it.
The feel of him moving his tongue up and down her ass, twirling it around the puckered hole, and then finally dipping the muscle into her had her so inflamed with need that she could have come from that alone.
Her clit swelled, and her pussy became wet all over again as if she hadn’t just gotten off.
“I want to fuck your ass, Stella.” He grunted the words against her. “But not tonight. Right now, I’m going to fuck that sweet-tasting cunt of yours until you scream out my name, and every time you sit down from now on, you’ll think of me.”
God, that sounded so very good, and so very, very bad. “Then stop talking about it and just do it.”
8
Stella had never been one to just come out and say what she wanted, even if she was around men who always told it like it was. She had also never been sexually dominant, and telling Cadeon to just give it to her already didn’t seem like her at all. But then again, this whole encounter wasn’t something she would have done, not until it happened with Cadeon that is.
Cadeon slapped her ass again, and the pain/pleasure mixed as one. “I know you want this as much as I do, but I am barely holding on as it is, and you trying to exert your dominance isn’t going over well with me.” He smoothed the sting away that he had just caused and covered her back with his chest. “Now, tell me that you’re mine, that I can do whatever I please to you, and that you’ll ask me for more.” His voice was deep, and although it was low, it still had a sharp quality to it.
She had always wanted to be his, had dreamed of it. He might want to hear her say the words, but maybe this was just what he did during sex? Did he actually want her to himself, or was he just one of those men who took control of everything, and having her submit her body and hearing her say it was all part of the encounter?
You’re thinking too hard on this. Give him what he wants, because it’s what you want too.
“I’m yours, Cadeon.” And then to add to it, she said, “I’ve been yours for the last three years.”
A low, almost feral growl left him, and a shiver worked through her body. But she sensed him move away and shifted so she could watch him. He grabbed his wallet out of his jeans and pulled a condom out. It shouldn’t have been erotic to watch him put that latex over his dick, but it was, and a fresh gush of wetness left her.
He stepped up behind her once more, took hold of her side that didn’t have the tattoo, and grabbed his dick with the other. She felt the thick crown of him as he placed it at her entrance, and as if her body was thinking on its own, her inner muscles clenched, trying to draw him in when he hadn’t even entered her yet.
“Greedy little thing,” Cadeon said low and rough, and dare she say… possessive? Before she could say anything, if she even could say anything, he started pushing into her. The stretch and burn were instant as the thickness of his dick pushed into her body. She might not be a virgin, but God, she might as well have been for how full she felt while he continued to shove himself into her.
The pain was unlike anything she had felt, and there was a moment where panic set in and she feared he would never be able to be inside her comfortably. But she was wet, soaking in fact, and the more he pushed inside her, the more that pain faded into pleasure.
“Cadeon, I’m so full.” The words tumbled out of her on a breath.
He shoved inside her once more, and she knew he had every long, thick inch deep in her body. A slow breath left her, but she had her eyes closed and tried to grapple with the sensation that Cadeon was going to fuck her, and he was going to fuck her on his terms.
“You doing okay, baby?” He sounded strained, pained almost.
Stella nodded, not trusting her voice. He started retreating from inside her, and she clenched around his cock. When she thought he’d pull all the way out, he shoved back inside her hard and fast. The momentum had her upper body sliding up on the table, and her breasts made this slicked wet noise as they moved on the smooth surface of the table. She reached out, took hold of the edge of it, and held on as he started really going to town.
Cadeon slammed inside her forcefully, and a cry left her. It felt so damn good, and there wasn’t a part of her that he wasn’t touching. He thrust into her and pulled out, each time harder and faster. Soon, he was fucking her like a madman, and all she could do was hold on. The bandage kept her tattoo protected, and it was clear he was mindful of her side as he plowed in and out of her. But the discomfort she felt from getting the ink faded as the ecstasy took its place.
“That’s it, baby.” She heard him grunt and pant behind her. “You can take my fucking cock like a champ.” He c
ontinued speaking like that, rambling off his filthy words until she felt another orgasm climb inside her from his dirty talking alone. But right before she came, he pulled out of her, and a disappointed noise left her.
“Cadeon, what are you—” Before she could get all the words out, he had her turned around, gripped her ass, and shifted so he was sitting on the table and she was straddling him. The move had to be some kind of carnival act, given how flawlessly he had done it.
“The next time you get off is when you’re riding my cock, Stella.” He leaned back but kept his hands on her waist, low enough that he wasn’t touching the bandage on her one side. He was fucking her—there was no other way to put it—but he was also gentle.
With her legs on either side of his body, she moved closer until she was right over his dick. Even though he wasn’t inside her right now, she could still feel him as if he were. He had stretched her so damn good and had her craving more.
“Go on, Stella, take hold of my cock, put it inside you, and ride me until you come so fucking hard you scream my name.” He stared up at her with half-lidded eyes, and then he slowly moved his gaze down her chest, which was heaving, and right to her pussy. “Do it, Stella. Fuck yourself on me.”
Oh. God. She reached down between their bodies and took hold of his thick erection. He was wet from being inside her, and she found that so arousing. Rising up until she could place the tip of him at her entrance, she then slowly lowered herself on him. But he took control again and lifted his hips at the same time. He used the leverage he had on her waist and pulled her down onto his cock. It was such a sudden, hard thrust that her eyes rolled back in her head, and she gasped out in agony and ecstasy.
She swore she could feel him touch every single part of her inside, hitting something deep within her that sparked tendrils of deliciously dark desires that controlled her. Neither spoke, but there didn’t need to be any words said. She started riding him, lifting up and pushing back down, easy at first so she could get used to this new position. Over and over, she did this, slowly picking up her speed until she was bouncing on his cock and her breasts were shaking back and forth forcefully from the act.
