“Oh!” she cries out breathily. “Non, not back there!”
I kiss her big bottom, still pressing with my thumb against her anus.
“No, sweetheart. Every part of you belongs to me, and that includes here,” I rumble, slowly easing my thumb inside her asshole. She moans louder as her pussy drips on my hand wetly. “I love the way you taste,” I groan into her behind. She buries her face in the pillow, so embarrassed, as I flick her clit with my tongue. I desperately want to feed my huge cock into her ass, but it’s too much too soon. We only just made love for the first time yesterday, so I can’t break in her bottom yet.
Instead, I lie down and sit her on top of my face once again. She stares down at me, her big boobs heaving, trembling with anticipation. Slowly, I kiss her soft pink lips and then spread them open, and her body shakes as I lick from her hole to her clit.
“Ohhh!” she cries out, beginning to grind against me. “Mon Dieu!”
“Ride my face, sweetheart,” I grunt beneath her. “Let yourself feel good.” And like a good girl, she does. Marie grinds her hips back and forth on my mouth. Her moans grow louder, and that sweet nectar thickens as she moans and squeals.
“Chris!” is her breathless cry. “Yes, yes!” Her body suddenly jerks as a hot river of her juices gush into my mouth, and I swallow and swallow and swallow, loving the taste of my beautiful girl’s orgasm. While she’s shaking and trembling, I go in for something that can only be classified as très dirty. I slip my tongue to her backside and lick that pungent dark star.
“Ooooh!” she squeals. “Non! This is so wrong!”
But there’s no stopping, and I merely burrow my tongue into that brown star even deeper.
“Come, baby,” I rasp. “Come with my tongue in your butt.”
The dirty words throw her over the edge. Marie squeals again, her pussy and ass clenching forcefully as I push my tongue into her deepest, darkest spot. Fuck, this girl was made for me; she’s so hot and nasty. Marie squeals wildly again, big breasts bobbling as her ass clenches in orgasm, pussy juices gushing from her sweet hole.
“Unnnh!” is her delighted cry, that female form dissolving into spasms. “Ohhhh!”
But Marie likes to play fair, and after it’s over, she slowly pulls off before turning to me with wicked eyes.
“Your turn, big guy,” she coos, jiggling those big Double Ds at me. My dick stands straight up. It’s monstrous, but Marie knows how to handle it.
In one big swallow, she’s able to take my anaconda down her throat. It’s amazing to see the giant length disappear between her rosy red lips, and I have to give my girl credit – her mouth is just as hungry as her cunt. I grit my teeth as she deep throats my entire dick.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I groan. “You’re so good at this.”
Marie can’t answer, but she wiggles her bottom as she sucks, and I reach over to slap it.
“Good girl,” I grunt. “Keep going.”
I stroke her pussy as she continues to suck, and fuck but it’s drenched. She sounds sexy, moaning with my rod in her mouth. I try not to make a sound, but she’s just so damn good at this. Her tongue’s like a snake, tracing the veins in my fuckshaft as it eases deeper and deeper down her throat.
A moan slips, and I lose control. I have to have her. None of this dick-in-mouth stuff; I need to get my seed into her cunt ASAP. So quickly, I pull out, Marie coughing a bit as my huge length reappears from between her lips. I flip her over on her back, throw her legs up in the air, and with no hesitation whatsoever, thrust my fuckpole inside her, causing her to gasp.
“Oh God!” she cries out. “Oh God, Mr. Jones!”
Marie digs her fingernails into my arms and shudders again. I stroke slowly until her gasps turn into moans. I stroke harder and dive deeper into her soaking wet pussy. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as her wet cunt squeezes me tight. She’s so beautiful, bathed in the moonlight with my shaft embedded in her sweetest spot. And at that moment, the words escape.
“I love you, Chris,” she whispers. Oh shit, she does? But then I lose control, too.
“I love you, too,” I rasp, easing my dick even deeper inside. It feels like we’re connected by all of the forces of the universe, and her pussy begins to shiver and tremble.
“I’m coming again!” she moans. I love the way she looks when she climaxes. Her lips quiver as her hair falls into her face, and that velvet sheath clamps and spasms like crazy. Her reaction drives me over the edge too. In two seconds, a hot jet of cum spurts into her fertile body.
“FUCK!” I roar. “Oh shit!”
Because this is the life. Marie and I are orgasming simultaneously, our love strong as my cock owns her beautiful cunt. Nothing could be more meaningful, and my balls pump furiously, releasing blast after blast of hot virile sperm into my beautiful girl’s sweet channel.
“Yes!” she cries again. “Mon Dieu, yes!”
And finally, it’s over. The tremors subside, and I lie flat on my back while trying to catch my breath. Marie lies down beside me, entangling her body with mine. She places her head on my chest, and I can smell the sweet scent of vanilla in her hair. Idly, I twirl one of her curls around my finger.
“I want to stay here with you tonight. I want to fall asleep in your arms,” she murmurs shyly. “Is that okay?”
The truth is that I would love to fall asleep with Marie in my arms, but what about Jenny? If my daughter woke up and found the two of us entwined together, she would hate me.
“We can’t, Marie,” I say gently. “I can’t risk Jenny finding out about us. If she does, you’ll have to go away, and then I’ll never see you again.”
Marie lifts her beseeching caramel eyes to mine.
“She doesn’t have to find out. We can keep our relationship a secret.”
I shake my head, suddenly tired.
“I wouldn’t feel right sneaking around behind my daughter’s back. I told myself I would never hurt her again after the divorce,” is my slow reply. I love Marie, but Jenny is my one and only child. It would kill me if she hated me.
But Marie has a say in this too, and suddenly, the beautiful girl sits up in bed. God, she’s luscious with those big Double Ds bouncing and the slope of her throat so tender and narrow.
“I know Jenny is important to you, and I would never try to come between the two of you. But Chris, I love you, and you love me too. How can we make this work? Do you honestly believe we can live together for another six months without Jenny catching on someway, somehow?”
She’s right. The chances of my daughter finding out are probably high, but I don’t want to make it easy. We should at least try to take precautions. So in fact, there is no choice. I have to sneak around behind Jenny’s back.
“No one can know,” I say. “We have to be careful. If anyone at the school finds out, they’ll send you back to France. And if that happens, I’ll never see you again.”
Marie nods. “I get it. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. And I guess you’re right,” she sighs. “If Jenny finds out, it’s all over, isn’t it? I’d rather have secret nights with you than no nights at all. So yes, I’ll sneak back into my bedroom before your daughter wakes up,” she says softly. It breaks my heart to see her sad like this, but we have no choice. I cradle her curvaceous body in my arms before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,” are my low words. “Just wait and see.”
But incredibly, Marie’s already asleep. The beautiful girl is tuckered out from our lovemaking, and she’s out like a light. I hold her close because this is the life. Making love to my woman and then enjoying our time together. I don’t want to sneak around either, but my daughter and I don’t like to keep secrets from one another. Slowly, I drift off as well.
Brrrring!
My alarm blares as 5:00 a.m. flashes on the clock. I startle alert with Marie’s nude body pressed against mine, the curvy girl sound asleep in my arms. I reach over and turn the alarm of
“Bon matin.” Her eyes light up.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask.
“Yes. It was the best rest I’ve had since I’ve been here.”
“Good,” I say as I gently rub her cheek. “I’m glad I do that for you.” Her big brown eyes gleam in the sunlight; they remind me of pools of honey. But suddenly, they go dark.
“I’d better get back to my room before Jenny wakes up,” she murmurs swiftly, head down and shoulders hunched. But I’m not ready for her to leave yet. I lay her on her back and spread her thighs, baring that sweet pink slit.
“Chris, we can’t,” she breathes. “Jenny could wake up any second now. You know that.”
I ignore her and spread her pussy lips open. Oh fuck, she’s so beautiful. Her slit’s already swollen and glistening, and I admire the deep pink of her insides. Unable to resist, I dive between her legs and lick her clit. She covers her face with a pillow to stifle her moans, but the pillow can’t fully muffle the sound as her body tenses up. I don’t want to wake Jenny, but I need to taste Marie’s sweetness one more time before we leave each other for another day. Sucking hard on her clit has the woman gasping and clenching, and as her thick thighs wrap around my neck, I intensify my efforts, alternately licking and sucking that sensitive nub.
“Oui,” she moans into the pillow. “Yes, like that!”
Suddenly, her body jerks, and her pussy oozes the sweetest nectar I’ve ever had. I slurp every last drop out of her cunt, licking my lips with satisfaction. She lies sprawled out on the bed, unable to move.
“Sweetheart,” I say, tonguing her hole one last time to make her shudder. “You have to go.”
“I know,” she says, still trembling and heaving. “I do.” And with that, Marie gets up and stumbles out on wobbly legs, disappearing as the door closes.
Man, I feel like a king. I just had the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen come on my tongue. I lick my lips again, savoring her tangy taste. This is definitely going to keep me going through the day.
And with that, I bounce out of bed, filled with energy. I don’t want to hurt Jenny, but this is the first time I’ve been in love in over a decade. Marie is perfect. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and her pussy is phenomenal. I have to enjoy my time with the brunette as long as I can, but what happens when my daughter finds out? Because it’s not an if … it’s a when.
Chapter Ten
Marie
I waltz into the kitchen, trying not to look too happy. But it’s impossible to hide the spring in my step.
“Someone’s chipper today,” says Jenny curiously, giving me the eye as she bites into her toast. “What’s new?”
“Oh nothing,” I say airily, heading over to grab my own piece of bread. “I’m just excited to speak French this weekend,” I lie. Because this weekend is a retreat for the exchange students at Bradford. It’s being held at nearby Hudson University. In fact, it’s not just Bradford students who are going – it’s all the international kids in New York for the year, so the event will be a multiplicity of languages and cultures.
But in fact, I’m not going. Jenny thinks I am, as do the administrators at Bradford. But instead, I’m going to show up for the orientation and introduction, and then skip out before meeting up with Mr. Jones for the weekend. He’s already gone on an alleged business trip, telling his daughter that he’s working for the next couple days.
It’s so bad that we’re doing this. I’m supposed to be on a school-sanctioned event, and instead I’m sneaking off to spend a heavenly weekend with my host dad. But the thing is that we need it. It’s so hard to keep things on the downlow with Jenny just down the hall. It’s hard to be quiet at night when we make love, although Chris assures me that his daughter sleeps like a log. Even more difficult is keeping the sparkle from my eye and the gleam from his gaze whenever we’re in the same room. Sometimes I feel like the air’s so charged that you’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to notice.
So yes, I’m looking forward to this weekend. I want to lounge in the arms of my lover while gazing from our hotel room window. I want to have a nice breakfast and to do the crossword together without fearing that his daughter will wander in at any moment. I want to make love to him and to shriek and cry out at the top of my lungs, because that’s what Chris does to me. He turns me on so much that I feel like I’m bursting into fire sometimes, every cell attuned to him.
“So,” says Jenny, still munching on her toast. “Are you ready for this weekend? Will there be a lot of cute foreign guys?”
I laugh.
“There might, but you know me,” I say. “I’m not looking for anyone right now.”
“Why not?” asks Jenny. “You’re pretty Marie. You could totally get someone.”
The real reason is because I’m in love with her dad, but I know better than to spill the beans. So I just make something up.
“Well, I’m only in New York for a little while. Imagine if I met a guy from Japan, who’s also only in New York for a little while. After our time here is up, I’d go back to France, he’d go back to Japan and we’d be millions of miles apart. It’s not worth it to even try,” I say lightly, spreading some strawberry jam on my toast. “It’s too hard.”
Jenny frowns but then brightens.
“Okay, well if there are any cute guys from Japan, be sure to give them my name then,” she says with a laugh. “I’m not intimidated by having to fly halfway around the world to see him again.”
We both giggle companionably while drinking our coffees. I grab my overnight bag and swing it over my shoulder.
“Don’t get up to no good while I’m away,” I say with a wink at Jenny before stepping outside. My friend laughs again and waves goodbye, without realizing that it’s me up to no good … in the arms of her father.
Once I arrive at the Carlton, I take a deep breath. It’s hard not to feel intimidated by the grand hotel. This is where Presidents stay, but Mr. Jones assures me it’s okay. He says that the Carlton is our best bet because with so many celebrities and important officials, no one is going to notice us. Plus, they’re so used to having famous people that the staff enforces discretion. There are no names, no photos, and no leaks, which is just what we need.
It gives me the shivers a bit. After all, I’m hardly on par with an A-list actress who’s hiding out from the press after her latest round of plastic surgery. Instead, I’m just a woman in love, and it feels weird to have to hide it. But Chris is right. Discretion is key.
Softly, I knock on the hotel door, and it swings open as if he was waiting for me all along.
“Sweetheart,” he rasps, pulling me close. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”
“It’s only 9 a.m.,” I giggle. “Impatient already?”
“Always,” he growls, nuzzling my ear. “You’re so beautiful that I need every minute with you possible.”
I melt into his arms because Mr. Jones always does this to me. After a few seconds in his embrace I’m always ready to give him whatever he wants. And he knows it too because with a sly smile, he pulls me into the hotel room.
“Wait a minute,” I sputter, looking around. “This isn’t a room!”
He grins.
“Not at all, sweetheart. It’s a luxury suite. I figured since we’re going to have this time together, why not splurge? I’m with my best girl, and I want to treat her right.”
But I can’t tear my eyes away from the sumptuous furnishings.
“Is that a Modigliani on the wall?” I ask breathlessly. The fiery colors almost leap from the canvas, assaulting my senses with its warmth and fury.
“That’s right,” says Chris smoothly, coming up behind me to plant another soft kiss on my neck. “Like I said, only the best for my sweetheart.”
I turn then and wind my arms around his neck.
“You didn’t have to,” are my quiet words. “You know I’d be happy with you anywhere. We could be camping in a deserted forest, or trekking in the desert with just a few things in our backpacks, but I’d be happy with you no matter where we are.”
He pulls back then to look me in the eye, brushing a lock of curly hair from my face.
“I know,” are his gentle words. “And that’s why I love you, Marie. But this isn’t the time for backpacking or testing our limits out in the wild, although it makes me happy to know that you would. This is a time for us to enjoy each other’s company without any boundaries. I love you sweetheart, and I want you to have every comfort at your disposal.”
My heart pounds so hard then that I’m sure it’s going to explode from my chest. But I raise bright, tear-filled eyes to him then, my expression an open book.
“Je t’aime, Christopher Jones, no matter what happens. I love you so much. This is our weekend together, and I want to enjoy it with you.”
And with that declaration, we stumble to a nearby bedroom and fall on the mattress, our hands all over one another’s bodies. After all, we’ve been waiting so long for this. Our hunger is insatiable, and within seconds, all of our clothes are gone, his body hard and ready to take, my body soft and ready to be taken.
“What is it you wanted to show me?” I pant as Chris strokes between my legs. As always, his palm comes away wet and tangy, glistening in the low lights.
“Oh sweetheart,” he groans. “There’s so much I want to show you and it’s going to take years to get through it all. But for now, I think I want to taste you. Come on, baby. Up on all fours,” he commands.
With that, I’m poised on my hands and knees, big rump in the air with my legs spread wide and my glistening pussy on display. But the man doesn’t take me immediately. No, he doesn’t plunge that huge cock into my cunt even as I drip heavily, anticipating being owned by that length. Instead, he bends his head and runs his tongue all the way up from my clit to my asshole, sampling everything along the way.
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