by Iona Rose
Ella screamed. I licked her furiously knowing she was close to coming again.
“I’m going to come,” she yelled.
“Then come in my mouth,” I urged, and lapped up all the juices rolling out from her. Her body shook and her pussy walls clenched against my fingers.
“Oh God, oh my fucking God!” she shouted.
I added a third finger and she unraveled, shouting expletives as she came.
Ella
The next thing I felt was the bulbous head of his cock pushing into my pussy.
He took my legs from my shoulders and placed them on his shoulders. The overwhelming feeling as his cock went in inch by inch, made me want to scream. To cry. The feeling of it seemed to be too much. “God,” I gasped, shocked at the sensation.
Luke froze, his face creased with concern. “Are you okay? Am I too big?”
“Yes. No.” I didn’t know what I was saying. It felt like I was being split open, but it was also the greatest feeling in the world to know I could take his massive cock inside my pussy. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Go all the way in.”
He pushed in some more. “Like this?”
“Yeah, like that. Fill me up.” How had I made it for so long without this? I’d never had a cock as big as Luke’s, and nothing compared to having a man stretch and fill you up so completely. I didn’t know what I had been missing. I felt feverish with desire. I wanted more. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he’d just ruined me for all other men.
My body felt like it might just break in two.
Then Luke plunged into me until he was balls deep, as I screamed and clawed at the sheets. It felt like he had gone all the way into my belly.
He stayed still for a few moments to allow my pussy to stretch to his width.
It felt absolutely delicious. I looked into his eyes. “You feel amazing inside me.” It was like I’d been walking around with a hole in me and all the while, this was what it took to fill it. He fit perfectly inside me.
I craved more friction. I rocked my hips and Luke pulled out and then slammed his cock back in. I might just be the first woman to die from too much cock-pleasure. Sex with Luke was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Deeply intense. A spiritual connection, not just physical.
“I’ve thought of fucking you so many times,” Luke admitted as he pumped his cock into me over and over again.
“Like that,” I managed to say as his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot, deep inside me. I felt every ridge in its length. Every delicious vein, as his thrusts took me closer and closer to another orgasm. Like a tornado, the fire in my belly grew.
“Luke, Luke,” I cried repeatedly. I needed to hold onto something. I grasped the air desperately as if sanity remained just out of my reach. I whimpered and moaned. I was so close. At the edge. One more thrust and I felt myself spiraling, flying, and then exploding.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’d never climaxed with such force. Such feeling. He continued fucking me and another climax tore through me. Oh, my God, I was having multiple orgasms. I shuddered with intense bliss. Tears ran down my face.
As that climax ebbed, I heard a roar escape Luke’s lips. His cock felt as if it had swelled even larger inside me. Just from this sensation, another climax came to sweep over me. We came together… our names on each other’s lips.
He rolled over to the side and we remained like this as we tried to catch our breaths.
Moments later, he got up and went to the bathroom.
Attuned to all his movements, I heard the toilet flush, before he returned to the bedroom.
My heart pounded hard. Was he going to leave? I wasn’t close to being satisfied. I needed more of him. I planned to make up for those months I had stayed without a man.
To my delight, he made his way back to the bed, lifted the covers, and slipped in.
I turned to face him and could barely make out the outline of his face.
He reached out and caressed my cheek. His hands dropped to my breasts. “I love your body,” Luke said, trailing a finger around my nipple.
Every man I’d been with loved my nipples. “I’m kinda running into fat,” I confessed and placed my palms against his chest. I could feel the strength of his chest under my hand.
“Nope. No danger of that,” he murmured and lowered his body until his face was directly in front of my breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth.
I closed my eyes to revel in the sensation.
He worshipped my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples hungrily, while muttering how gorgeous they were. He seemed particularly fascinated by my nipples. He couldn’t stop sucking and biting them. My fingers raked through his thick hair. Soon, my pussy was clenching again, while I was wriggling under him as heat burned between my legs.
Luke rolled me onto my back. “I want to fuck your tits.”
“Yes, please,” I said to him and pressing my breasts together, I lifted my head.
Luke straddled me and pushed his hard cock between my breasts. He pumped effortlessly in the valley of my breasts and straight into my open mouth. I greedily took in his cock’s big head as it emerged from the top of my cleavage. I peered up at Luke. He looked down at me greedily and his mouth almost open. He looked as if he was in heaven.
It did feel like heaven.
He pulled out his cock and rubbed it against my nipples. It was clear he had a thing for this part of me. I moaned and arched my chest. Then he slipped it back between my breasts. He did this several times, each time returning to the hard knobs of my nipples.
“I’d love to see you in nipple clamps,” he growled.
“Get them then,” I replied. I’d never had them, but I was willing to try anything with him.
“I will,” he promised.
Luke moved further up my body and replaced my hands with his. His thumbs rubbed and pinched my nipples while his cock thrust in and out. Every time the head emerged, I licked it furiously then watched it disappear and come up again. This had to be the most steamy dance I had ever done.
I lost my mind as we rose higher and higher into the heights of orgasm.
Then Luke began to tense. I could see he was at the edge. He threw his head back and hot cum shot all over my chest. He let go of my breasts, gripped his cock, and used it like a paint brush to spread his cum everywhere as if marking me.
The thought excited me.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his gaze glued onto mine.
A shudder went through me. I had fantasized about this and yet, I truly never imagined it would happen… to belong to Luke and him to me, even if only for a few hours.
He lay on his side, facing me and his hand immediately sought my pussy, dripping with juices. His teeth glistened in the darkness when he smiled. “I love how ready your pussy always is for me.”
I raised one leg, inviting his fingers in.
He caressed my clit unhurriedly, as if he wanted to master every bit of it. His cum had dried on my breasts. “How about a shower?” he asked.
“Tired of me already?”
“Not a chance,” he said. He withdrew his hand and helped me up.
We padded into the shower and as I slid the glass door shut, Luke turned on the faucet.
And yes, I admired his muscled, taut butt.
He grabbed the shampoo and poured a generous amount into his hand. Then he turned me around to face away from him. His large hands went to my head and he worked the shampoo gently into my hair.
I let out a sigh as his hands massaged my scalp. I’d never had my hair washed by a man. So many new experiences crammed into one night. A night I never wanted to end.
When he was done, he guided me under the shower spray and raked my hair with his strong fingers as he rinsed it.
I expected him to turn me around. Instead, he grabbed the shower gel, poured some into a sponge, and proceeded to wash my back. He rubbed circles over my ass. “Beautiful,” he murmured, as he deliberately worked the sponge between my ass cheeks to my
mound.
I leaned forward, as if bending to pick something up and I felt Luke go on his knees. He ditched the sponge and used his hand to wash my folds. Warm water ran down my back and between my legs, rinsing away the soap.
“Push your ass out,” he instructed.
I obeyed and another sensation came over me as his hands parted my ass cheeks and his tongue replaced his hands. I moaned softly as it probed my folds, sucked and licked. I parted my legs further and groaned as he nipped my clit. Then he withdrew.
I let out murmurs of protests.
“We need to wash your front now,” Luke said, a chuckle in his voice.
I straightened and turned around to face him. “If you must,” I stated primly.
“I must.”
“You’re so bossy,” I grumbled.
He frowned. “Only because I am your boss.”
His words reminded me of the precariousness of what we were doing. But I knew myself well enough. I wasn’t the clingy or needy type. My life experiences had taught me the futility of clinging to a man. When the time came to let go, I would walk away without looking back. I felt sure I could walk away from him. All I had to do was make sure this never became anything more than just sex.
Luke used the sponge to wash my neck and then my breasts. He gave a lot of attention to them.
“There’s more of me, you know,” I reminded him.
“I’ll admit I’m fascinated by your tits. I’ve never seen such big nipples. The way they swell up is utterly mesmerizing. I saw them through your dress even on the day you came for your interview. And even then, I wanted to suck them.”
“They’re all yours,” I said.
He sucked the swollen buds until they were hardened to his satisfaction. Then he cleaned the rest of me.
I took the sponge from him. “Now, it is my turn to wash you.” I then took more than two minutes to wash his erect cock, jutting out from his body.
“There’s more of me, you know,” Luke teased me back.
I giggled. “It takes time to clean something this massive, you know?” But in my mind, I wanted to see how big it could get. I couldn’t believe I’d taken in the whole of it. No wonder I’d felt so completely filled.
Luke merely grinned.
I stroked it with both hands. My pussy pulsing at the memory of having that magnificent piece of man flesh inside me.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to fuck your sweet pussy again,” Luke warned lazily.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I flirted back.
Luke slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me close, crushing my breasts against his chest. He brought his mouth to mine as I parted my lips to welcome his tongue in.
He cupped my face with his hands as he kissed me before dropping them to palm my ass. I caressed his shoulders, loving the hard muscles underneath his satiny skin. His tongue probed my mouth, teasing places that had been neglected for too long.
He broke the kiss and nibbled on my neck. “I want to do things to you all night. Indescribably wonderful things. You’re going to let me?” he growled the words.
His growling, deep voice turned my legs to jelly. I couldn’t get enough of him. “Yes,” I replied, my voice trembling, hoarse, begging.
His gaze dropped further down to my nipples, which were taut, swollen to twice their size, and waiting for his attention. Luke did not disappoint. He rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers, making me gasp and arch.
“What do you want me to do to you my, sweet Ella?” he asked.
My heart leapt at his choice of words. I liked being his sweet Ella even though it could never be more than sex between us. But no one said we couldn’t enjoy ourselves while we were at it. “I feel greedy… I want you to fuck me again with that incredible cock of yours.”
He inhaled sharply. “You can make a man come with your words alone.” His finger snaked between us and into my pussy. “You are… so beautiful… so responsive… so damned tight.”
His words were spoken softly while interlaced with kisses, seducing me. Making more juices gush out of me.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I did as he asked. God, how I wanted to take his cock in from behind. I planted my palms on the wet tiles and leaned forward.
His hands caressed my ass cheeks before parting my thighs further.
I panted in anticipation, all my nerves on edge as I waited to feel filled up again. I felt his cool lips on my back as he planted several kisses along my spine. His hands circled me to play with my nipples. I wiggled my ass impatiently.
He chuckled. “My sweet Ella loves cock.”
“I love your cock.” I’d become shameless because of him. It just felt so new and exhilarating to meet a man who had a filthy mouth. I suddenly realized that I loved vocal sex. I really liked being able to let him know how I loved everything he did to me.
Luke’s hand returned to my ass and the other to his cock because the next thing I felt was the head of it probing my entrance. He gripped my waist and shoved his cock in. For a second, I couldn’t breathe as he went all the way up inside me. Good God, he was so powerful!
Then he moved into me, slow and steadily.
Then suddenly, I realized he wasn’t even balls deep yet. I pushed my ass back to take more of him. My pussy made slurping noises from all the juices gushing out. I couldn’t believe how ready my body remained for him. Not just ready, but already desperate for more.
His cock expanded my walls, filling me in a way I had come to crave, in the last couple of hours. His grip moved to my hips, keeping me in place as he thrust hard into me. My body slammed forward. And it felt almost too good.
“Is this how you like being fucked, sweet Ella?” Luke growled.
“Yes… yes, I like it… like that,” I moaned the words out. My legs felt like they were giving way. Losing their strength.
As if sensing I was nearing my climax, Luke increased the pace of his thrusts to hard and fast. The world outside stopped existing. There was nothing but his body ramming into mine. With his hard cock so deep inside me, I thought I would go insane. He fucked me until I felt myself begin to coast. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want this amazing feeling to end either.
“I’m going to come,” I choked out.
“Then come!” Luke commanded.
As if I had been waiting for his permission, my body shuddered and shook. Then using one strong hand, Luke held me up, keeping me from falling.
Ella
I woke up to the summer sun streaming in through the sides of the curtains. I blinked against the light. I shifted then my pussy protested and my thighs protested. I grinned at the memory of the previous night. I turned to the side. Luke was gone. Of course, it could never be, but it would have been a nice way to start the day with something hot and hard inside me.
I gripped the hem of the covers and remembered. All night fucking. And I still wanted more, despite my sore body. The man was a beast. A beast, I’d gladly keep permanently. I frowned at the thought. This was a summer thing. By the time summer was over, I’d have a new job and Molly wouldn’t need a nanny, as she would be starting school.
Something akin to bereavement came over me at the thought. I quickly shook it off. This wasn’t the time to feel sad about leaving. I told myself to stop being silly. I had the whole summer to enjoy that hot bod. The man had skills too. All those other times I’d had sex, now faded in comparison. It had been just foreplay compared to what I had experienced last night.
I hadn’t slept for more than four hours but I had never felt more alive. My alarm shrieked, shattering the silence. I turned it off and dragged myself from the bed. The shower held more memories of our night together. Luke’s strong hands around me, holding me up as my orgasm rocked me.
I touched my folds. They were so swollen between my legs, I wondered how I could even walk.
I felt good though. Really good. I sang softly as I showered and dressed. Joy bounced off me as I left
my room and tiptoed into Molly’s room. She had thrown her covers off and was snoring gently, her hair like a halo on the pillow. I stepped next to her bed and gently arranged the covers around her.
Molly seemed to like sleeping in a bit, which was a good thing as it gave me time to prepare for the day. My sister’s girls were up at the crack of dawn and ready to annoy the hell out of the whole household.
I tiptoed out and made my way to the dining room. My stomach clenched at the sight of Luke, solemnly reading a paper. Oh, but he was so beautiful, first thing in the morning.
“Morning,” I said almost shyly.
He looked up and smiled politely. “Good morning Ella. I trust you slept well.”
My own smile wavered. What happened to Sweet Ella? Had I imagined the whole night? I’d expected some teasing and joking. Not this stranger who acted like we hadn’t spent the whole night together fucking our brains out.
“Have a seat. Paul will bring you breakfast,” Luke said and continued reading his paper.
I was too proud to call him out on it. If he wanted to play stupid games, then he could very well play them alone. I sat down and told myself I had enjoyed a good night of sex. Now I needed to focus on my work. I wasn’t going to beg Luke to give me what he clearly wasn’t ready to give.
I sat there stewing until Paul came in with a plate of pancakes and sausages. My mouth immediately watered and I forgot how angry I was. “Thanks Paul,” I said happily and pounced on my breakfast. I felt Luke’s gaze on me, but I ignored him.
“What are your plans for today?” Luke asked.
I had been stuffing my last bite of food into my mouth. So, I took my time chewing and swallowing before I answered his question, “We want to do some painting this morning. Which reminds me, I need to go and look for paint.” I pushed the chair back. I could do the formal, cold tone too.
Still, Luke’s coldness stung. I flounced out of the dining room, pretending not to care, but the truth was... I did. I hated things without explanations. I went up the stairs and back to the playroom. On the shelves, all the toys and board games were neatly arranged.