by Jenna Rose
Fuck it, I thought as I looked up and brought my eyes to his. Harrison wanted me, and I wanted him. That was the only thing that mattered now, and when he leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t stop him.
In fact, I pulled him closer.
8
Gwen
The submission that flowed through me shocked and thrilled me at the same time.
Never in my life had I felt so small standing next to a man, but as Harrison ran his strong hands up my body, I wanted to give myself to him wholly and fully.
I wanted him to take me, show me what to do, use all that experience to show me what I’d been missing. I wanted to show him my body, to see what affect that had on him…
…I wanted his fingers back where they were supposed to go…
Evidently, Harrison knew exactly what I was thinking and spun me around and pinned me up against my car, and with one swift motion, had my skirt hiked up over my hips.
I wasn’t wearing any panties, and the evening breeze was cool on my thighs, but Harrison’s warm hand drove the chill away instantly. I gasped as his fingers found my pussy and clenched my hand against his strong, taut shoulder as he slid inside again.
Right where we left off…
“Harrison…” I moaned.
I spread my legs for him, my heels scraping through the dirt of the parking lot, and gasped as he went all the way inside.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he growled into my ear, igniting the fire inside me further. “So tight and wet. And look at you, going out reporting with no fucking panties on. There’s more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there?”
I couldn’t speak. The orgasm that I’d denied myself earlier came rushing out of the darkness like a freight train, and within seconds I was ready to explode.
His fingers were magic and I moaned loudly, my chest heaving and my blood boiling as I clutched onto his hard body and held on for dear life as the world shook around me.
“I’m c-c-coming!” I managed to stammer as the most mind-bending orgasm of my life took hold of me.
My legs almost came out from under me and I would have fallen if it weren’t for Harrison using his other arm to hold me up. He snatched me around the waist like a hero and held me there as I came, shaking and stammering, staccato moans escaping my lips as he curled his fingers inside me.
“Good girl,” he cooed into my ear. “That’s it. Come for me.”
“Oh, God!” I moaned as another wave of pleasure hit me, so intense that I was sure I was going to topple over. But Harrison held me firm as my orgasm swept through me and kept me up until I was able to get my legs under me again.
I lifted my head, blinked a few times, and looked at him.
A proud grin lay across his face. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and raised them to his lips. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sucked them.
“Mmmm,” he groaned. “You taste incredible.”
My mouth fell open. I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Had he really just done that? Was this real life? Did we just step into a Pornhub amateur scene?
“But now I want the real thing.”
Before I could do anything, Harrison was on his knees in front of me. I cried out and jumped back out of reflex, but Harrison’s strong hands grabbed my ass and pulled me back to him.
He buried his face between my legs, and when I felt his wet tongue against my already sensitive clit, I cried out so loud that I had to slap a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet.
I felt as though I’d been thrust into a whole new realm of experiences, like I’d been thrown head first off a cliff and was plunging toward the water below at top speed.
“Har-Har-Harrison!” I stammered as he lapped at my pussy, sending uncontrollable shudders and shakes through my body. Reflexively, I reached out and put my hand on his head to steady myself, which he seemed to like as he groaned back.
I’d just come, but I could already feel another orgasm starting to form inside of me like a warm, glowing ball twisting deep inside my core. My limbs were tingling and I felt like I was being spun around in the eye of a tornado.
Harrison circled my clit with the tip of his tongue and I cried out again, muffling my screams of ecstasy with the palm of my hand.
My breath caught in my lungs as I started to quiver. It started in my toes, then rose up through my legs to my waist, then up through my arms and finally, just when I was sure I couldn’t take it any longer, I came again.
This time I fell over.
I collapsed onto Harrison, and would have faceplanted in the dirt if it weren’t for him catching me and breaking my fall. He set me down beside him as explosions went off inside my body, my nerve endings bursting like tiny little fireworks as the hard slap of my orgasm hit me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered as I shook.
Unimaginable pleasure.
I could barely think. What was my name again?
Golden waves rolled through me, carrying me along like I was nothing more than a tiny boat without a rudder. I felt Harrison’s breath on my neck and opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me with something akin to amusement.
“You’re so goddamn cute, you know that?”
“Stop,” I laughed as my pussy pulsed with the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of my life. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Oh, not yet,” he laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Like some sort of sexy caveman, he lifted me into the air and threw me over his shoulder and began to carry me over to his car.
“I’ve got plenty more in store for you, princess.”
Princess, I thought, remembering the last time he’d called me that and just how angry I’d been. But this time, I smiled.
I’ll be your princess, I thought as he opened the door of his Lamborghini and set me inside.
“My car…” I muttered as I curled into a fetal position.
“We’ll come back for it,” he replied. “Or I’ll buy you a new one.”
My door closed and he got in on the other side. I was barely aware of the world as he started driving, and the next thing I knew he was coming around to let me out.
I reached my arms out like a child and he leaned in and lifted me up again and carried me easily to the front door of his house. I recognized the koi pond as we walked.
Didn’t think I’d be back here so soon.
“You’re so strong,” I whispered as he took the steps to the second floor. “You’re like…one of those strongmen guys or whatever…”
“Strongman competition?” he chuckled. “No, this is more like the Wife Carry they do in Finland. Ever seen that on TV?”
“No,” I shook my head as he carried me down the hall. “But…wife?”
“You wish,” he teased as he kicked a door open and pulled me inside.
It was his bedroom. The lights were all off and only a stream of moonlight slanted in from an enormous window on the far wall. He easily laid me down on the bed, and as I looked up, I saw him pulling his shirt off.
Oh. My. God.
His body was unreal. I couldn’t even count the number of abs he had. It could have been fourteen for all I knew right then.
His chest was broad and thick, with just the right amount of hair, and his shoulders were broad and muscular like he’d spent years lifting things above his head. My eyes traced the lines of his physique down to his pants, and I felt a fuzzy feeling in my stomach as he undid his top button.
I remember what’s under there…I thought as he tugged the zipper down.
“Mmmm, whatcha doing?” I asked.
Is it possible to be dick drunk without getting any dick first?
“I said I wasn’t done with you,” he replied as he pulled out his cock. My mouth instantly started watering. “And I wasn’t lying.”
9
Harrison
Gwen looked like a goddess as she lay on my bed with the silver light of the moon illuminating her flawless physique. She was absolutely dick dr
unk, and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.
It was adorable. I’d made her come twice and she’d practically forgotten who she was. I’d carried her up here like she was my own personal fuck doll, but she was so much more than that.
She was everything.
I was hard as a rock and held my dick with my hands and squeezed, coaxing a small cascade of pre-cum to drip out. I coated my palm with it and used it to lube up my shaft and began stroking myself gently as I looked at her.
I’d tasted her; now it was time for her to taste me.
But not just yet.
“Strip for me,” I told her.
Gwen’s eyes went wide and she raised herself up on one elbow.
“Strip?” she asked. “Like a striptease?”
“Whatever you want,” I replied. “I just need to see your body, princess.”
A hint of a smile showed itself in her eyes, but she was still nervous, which was perfectly normal. This was Gwen’s first foray into all of this; she was bound to be a bit timid.
For a second, I thought she was going to say something, but instead, she reached down to take off her left heel, but I stopped her.
“No, princess. Leave those on.”
This time she did smile.
She likes this, I thought. A girl like Gwen, with the determination and Type A personality she had—all she needed was to be with a man who made her comfortable and she’d come right out of her shell. And I was just the man to do that.
I was the only man to do that.
“You’re naughty,” she whispered as she sat up on her knees and untucked her shirt. Slowly, she undid each button, one by one, until I got a glimpse of a lacy black bra underneath. It occurred to me that I hadn’t even seen her tits yet; I’d just gone straight for her pussy like a madman.
She slid out of her shirt with ease and tossed it on the floor. Despite being hidden by the bra, I could see that she had incredible breasts, and as she reached back and undid the clasp and let her straps fall down her shoulders, I felt my dick twitch in my hands and stopped stroking for a minute to make sure I didn’t get too close to coming.
I had a lot to do to her.
Gwen moved her arms and the bra fell aside, and then I saw them.
Perfect.
Of course they were. Everything else about Gwen was perfect, why wouldn’t her tits be too?
They were probably Cs verging on Ds, and I instantly wanted to get my hands on them. But I was also enjoying the show and wanted it to continue, so I let my smile do all the talking.
Gwen got the message and her lips curled at the edges of her mouth in affirmation as she continued to strip.
Next, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and began to raise it up. I’d already had my face buried between her legs, but watching her move like that had me feeling like I hadn’t—like this was all new to me.
I watched as she exposed her thighs to me and began stroking my cock again, slowly, and when the black fabric slid up above her hips and she exposed herself to me, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Get over here,” I grunted.
“What—?”
“Here!” I snapped. “Get down on your knees right here.”
Gwen got the message. She scrambled forward off the bed, her skirt hiked up around her waist, and got down on her knees in front of me.
“Open your mouth,” I told her, stroking my cock quickly as my orgasm came crashing forward. “You’re gonna make me fucking come.”
A soft moan came from her lips as I slid my cock between them. Her eyes went wide as at least half of my dick vanished into her mouth. My hips bucked forward and I grabbed the back of her head.
“I’m fucking…coming,” I grunted.
And then I did.
It was an enormous load—I could tell—not only by the way it felt, but by Gwen’s reaction. She’d never done this before, but the shock in her eyes was beyond simply giving her first blowjob.
She swallowed quickly as I shot rope after rope down her throat, my cock flexing against the inside of her cheeks as I came. It felt incredible, and by the time I was done and should have been coming down like most guys do, ready to slump over and fall asleep, I was staring at her gorgeous face, ready to go again.
Slowly, I pulled back and watched her beautiful face as I slid out of her lips. She opened her mouth and I saw a some of my load, thick and white against her tongue. Without hesitation, Gwen swallowed and gave me a smile like she was so pleased with herself.
And she should have been.
“Fuck, you see what you do to me?” I asked her as I bent down and put my hands gently around her neck. “Making me bust and I haven’t even been inside you yet?”
“Mmm, I guess you liked the show I was putting on,” she whispered.
My cock twitched with an aftershock of my orgasm and a fresh wave of desire rolled through me.
“Get up,” I grunted, snatching her roughly by the arm and pulling her to her feet. She gasped in surprise as I grabbed her hips and spun her around.
Fuck.
Her ass was phenomenal, and her long legs looked fantastic in those heels. I was possessed. I couldn’t get enough of her at all. She was so sexy it actually made me angry.
No woman had ever made me feel this way. I was like a feral animal, overwhelmed by the desire to breed.
“Bend over,” I told her, but I wasn’t waiting. I put a hand on her stomach and another on her back and forced her down onto the bed, then used my knee to spread her legs nice and wide so I could see everything.
Gwen was into it, and tossed her hair as she turned to look back at me, her eyes filled with fiery desire and lust.
I was still hard, with a pearl of cum ready to drip from the tip of my dick as I stepped forward and readied myself.
Her pussy was beautiful and her ass was a work of art. I grabbed it hard with both hands and squeezed, feeling the bones of her hips, staring down at the cute little back dimples and the lines of her back.
She was a goddess. I’d never want another woman for as long as I lived.
Now it was time to claim her and make her mine.
“Get ready,” I told her. “This might hurt a little.”
“Bring it on,” she replied. “I won’t break.”
10
Gwen
My mind was still spinning as I looked back over my shoulder at the Adonis man who was taking me like I belonged to him. Not even an hour ago I’d been raging—I hated him and hated myself for being attracted to him.
Now I was bent over his bed wearing nothing but a pair of heels with my skirt pulled up to my waist, having just swallowed his enormous load, begging for him to take me for my first time.
He’d tasted so sweet, and the way that he’d commanded me to get down on my knees in front of him had turned me on so badly.
I’d never taken orders like that from a man before in my life. I was best classified as “strong and independent” (although I hated that label), and even Jeff knew better than to bark orders at me. Even my professors in college had treated me differently, knowing that I wasn’t afraid to talk back and wasn’t going to take any shit off anybody.
But when Harrison had told me—not asked me—but told me to get down and open my mouth, I’d been turned on more than I’d even believed possible.
It was like he could read me. He knew that I’d do whatever he told me to do and he was making me do exactly what he wanted. I was his, and he’d realized it even before I had, and as he pressed the tip of his cock against my dripping wet slit, I braced myself for him to make it official.
Take me, I thought.
And he did.
He’d warned me it was going to hurt, but I hadn’t anticipated just how much. A sharp stabbing pain shot through me and I arched my back as my body tried to get away, but Harrison wasn’t having any of that.
His hands held firm on my hips and he pulled me into him as he gave me all of his inches—there must have been eight or ni
ne of them.
“You stay right there, princess,” he told me as he continued to slide into me, stretching my virgin pussy open to his fit. “Take a deep breath and take it. The pain will be gone soon.”
“You’re—you’re so big!” I cried out.
“I know. I know, princess. It’ll be okay. I’m almost all the way in.”
I couldn’t believe he had more to give me, and my mouth hung open in shock until finally he bottomed out inside me and I felt his balls press against my pussy lips.
“There you go,” he cooed, stroking my back as he relaxed his grip on me. “Good girl. That’s it. You’re mine now.”
I’m yours.
He held his cock inside me while I got used to it. I couldn’t believe it. This was way beyond the two fingers he’d put inside me before.
After a little bit of time—I couldn’t say just how long—the pain started to subside and my body relaxed. Harrison noticed immediately and started to fuck me, but slowly at first.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as I slumped down on the bed. Harrison let out a long, deep sigh of satisfaction as he pulled back, letting me feel every single one of his inches again. I was full, and could barely believe what was happening.
“Your pussy looks so good grabbing my dick, baby,” he whispered.
“I want to see,” I said, lifting my torso off the bed and looking back between my legs.
Holy shit…
Harrison’s balls hung from his body and all I could think of was the huge load that he’d just shot into me and how much more cum he had in there ready for me. It was so masculine, so animalistic, and as he pulled back and I saw his cock, shining and wet coming out of my pussy, I could hardly take it.
“That is so hot,” I moaned as he thrust back inside me, this time a lot harder.
“Take this cock,” he grunted as he did his best to hollow me out.
“Fuck!” I cried out, snatching the duvet in my hands as he started to fuck me.