by Vic Tyler
But she just fucking moaned into my mouth, not knowing what she was doing. Igniting the primal desire in my loins that wouldn’t stop until I’ve released it deep into her belly.
I took it as a sign that she didn’t want me to stop either. My erection twitched, wanting to plow straight in and claim her. I grinded it into her, and she pushed back, rubbing her hot groin into mine, her heat driving my lust wild.
Her lips were starting to swell from our fervent kisses. I licked the skin under her jaw, trailing my tongue back to her ear and nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned, and my cock twitched, wanting its own taste of her. A growl escaped my lips, as I bit and sucked her neck, exploring its long, smooth curve.
My hands groped at all her flesh, roughly squeezing her perky breasts and sliding down the soft curve of her waist to clutch her full ass. I pinned her against the wall with my body, like that would meld us together. Her hands felt like ice as they slipped under my shirt and went south, teasing my waistband. I groaned into her mouth, and her hands fumbled to unbuckle my pants.
No.
I grabbed her hands and slammed them above her head. Her swollen lips were red and wet, and her eyes hazy with desire, questioning why I stopped her.
We were going to do this my way. She made me wait weeks for this, and I was going to have the first taste.
I unclasped her pants with my other hand before shoving it into her pant. We simultaneously moaned into each other’s mouths, like we'd both been waiting so long for this. My cock throbbed painfully as I traced her slick pussy with my fingers. She whimpered as I played with the folds of her lower lips, lightly pinching and rubbing them between my fingers. I slid my hand back and traced the length of her slit, spreading her own wetness onto her clit.
She squeaked and struggled to move her hands, but I grasped them firmly, rubbing circles on her clit a few more times before I slowly pushed a finger inside of her. God, she was so wet and tight, the walls of her pussy massaging my fingers. My mind was foggy with the carnal need to stretch her out with my cock.
I couldn’t even kiss her anymore, all my senses focused on the slippery wet heat on my fingers and the moans in my ear.
Fuck, this was a mistake. It shouldn’t be happening. But if it was, I had to make this last as long as I could and savor each second.
I pushed another finger inside her, feeling her accept me and tighten again. I started moving in and out of her, and her moans started matching the tempo of my fingers thrusting into her.
I released her hands and grabbed her breast, sliding her bra up. I rubbed her swollen nipple, those perky things I dreamt about when they were pointing at me through my own t–shirt. I slipped down to my knees, eager to taste her juices. I ripped her pants and underwear off, hoisting her leg onto my shoulder. Her inner thigh was soft and tender, my mouth nibbling and licking as my fingers slid in and out of her sex, agonizingly slow. Her hands threaded my hair tightly, pulling me towards her.
Her sounds were draining all the blood in my body into my rock solid cock.
I admired the view of her sopping pussy, glistening invitingly. A guttural growl escaped my lips at the top of her thigh as I rubbed my lips across her hot groin. My tongue darted out to part her lips and found her engorged clit, swirling and circling. I licked her slit back and forth before shoving my tongue deep inside of her. God, she was delicious. I grabbed her hips, letting her buck into my probing mouth. She cried out, so pure and raw and sensitive. She tasted so musky and divine that I’d voluntarily drown in her juices. Irresistible.
Her moans rang out, echoing in the studio, and I ravenously licked, sucked, and probed her hot pussy. My balls pulsed, threatening to explode just from her dripping, creamy arousal coating my entire mouth.
“I’m going to cum,” she panted.
I stopped.
No.
Not yet.
Slowly, I stood up, leaning my forehead against hers and watching her eyes flutter.
“You’re going to cum?” I asked her softly, kissing her eyelids.
“Yes,” she breathed, her face begging for release.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair on the back of her head, yanking down to force her face up. I brushed my lips against hers, coating them with her own taste, the reminder of our first encounter upstairs in my room flashing through my mind. She licked her lips, her pink tongue peeking out, waiting for more.
“Beg.”
My voice came out guttural and hoarse. I wanted her so fucking bad, I'd fuck her to oblivion. I don’t even know why I stopped just to make her ask for it. I hardly cared whether other women came other than to politely reciprocate, but this one made me want to claim her. She was going to fucking cum for me. And I wanted to know that she wanted it. No, I needed to know. I needed to hear it from her mouth, asking me — no, begging me — to please her.
Her lips twitched upwards into a faint smirk.
“Please,” she breathed. “Let me come, sir.”
The fucking mouth on this woman. I assaulted her with my tongue, as I thrusted my fingers into her pussy. I grinded my own starved cock against the back of my hand as I finger–fucked her tight hole. She cried out into my mouth as she came all over my fingers, her pussy clenching and pulsing. It was the closest I ever came to cumming in my own pants.
I didn’t give her any time to recover when I grabbed her ass with both hands and hoisted her up against me, grinding my erection against her.
“Condom,” she breathed.
I grunted carnally, my sanity completely wiped out by lust. I rubbed the length of my cock against her slit, our juices soaking into the thin layer of my boxer briefs separating us. I was so close. Right there. My hips thrusted so my clothed head dipped into her soaked pussy. She whimpered and mewled like the fucking sex kitten she was. Goddammit.
“Upstairs,” I ordered, setting her down and slapping her ass.
She looked like sex. She tasted like sex. She felt like sex. I never wanted a woman like I wanted her.
Uh oh, echoed a small voice in the back of my mind. How are you going to let her go now?
chapter three
Bed – Nicki Minaj feat. Ariana Grande
As soon as we hit the top stair, Benji lifted me and slung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. He dropped me onto the narrow bed as he practically ripped his clothes off, his sharp emerald eyes fixed to mine.
Being under his gaze as he towered over me like he was going to pillage me made me wet all over again. I didn’t bother restraining myself from eye–fucking him now. His shoulders were wide and strong, his chest looked like it was sculpted of marble, his perfect six pack was hard and defined. Each of his muscles rippled invitingly with every move.
Benji grabbed a condom, ripping the wrapper with his teeth, and slid it quickly over his rock hard cock in one smooth motion. Oh, my god. His penis was long and thick, in perfect proportion. My mouth salivated. Was that going to fit? If it didn’t, I had no doubt that with the vulgar and carnal lust radiating from him, he might tear me open to make me accommodate his massive member.
His eyes were dark and hooded with desire. The heat between my thighs pulsed again insatiably under his gaze. He climbed onto the bed, crouching over me but not touching me.
“Last chance for you to leave,” Benji murmured. “Otherwise you'll be leaving here with bruises and marks.”
My heart pounded and screamed against my ribcage. His voice sounded threatening, but his face looked uncertain. His eyes worriedly examining me like I was going to break if he touched me.
“Shut up,” I said, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in.
But Benji pulled away.
“Wait,” he said hoarsely. He was barely holding on. “Safeword.”
What?
I heard of it before, but I never needed one. Wasn’t that a BDSM thing?
“Uh, why? Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, slightly alarmed.
“No,” he said. “It’s for you.”
Wh
at? I doubted I needed it. All I could think about was needing his penis inside me. Maybe he was a hardcore sadist just like his work persona? But I wasn’t scared. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Well, maybe it was a good idea, at least for his own ease of mind.
“Okay, what word?”
“Something we normally wouldn’t say.”
“What do you normally use?”
“I’ve never had one before.”
What?! Then why the hell did we need one now?
Whatever. We both tried to think in our clouded, lustful states.
“Dissonance,” I said. “For when we’re not in sync.”
“That’s a fucking complicated word to say in the middle of fucking.” He raised a brow. “But complicated enough to make me soft. Feel it.”
He put my hand against his still very solid erection. I drew in a sharp breath as I finally grasped his huge cock, so hard it must be painful. His mouth charged into mine, and it was still as deliriously ravenous as when he kissed me downstairs. His lips were soft and full but unforgiving. He wrapped his arms around me in an unrelenting embrace, one hand on the back of my neck so I couldn’t escape. I was starting to feel dizzy from the thick air of desire between us. I moaned as my body moved up to rub my aching slit against the length of his shaft. He groaned, the deep sound vibrating through my skull. I wanted it inside me, needed it inside me.
The emeralds of his eyes nearly disappeared, swallowed by his dilated pupils, framed by those perfectly long lashes. His stare pierced dangerously into me. Any uncertainty he sported before was completely replaced by predatory greed.
He kissed me deeply again before moving down, sucking and biting my neck. He was definitely going to leave marks, but I didn’t care. It turned me on how possessive he was being, my body yearning to be claimed.
He wrapped his lips around my nipple, circling his tongue and sucking on my hard nib before biting it. I cried out and my back arched, pushing me deeper into his body. The tingling pain shot a fiery blaze straight to the hot mound between my legs.
Benji dug his fingers into my thighs and yanked me towards him. He rubbed the tip of his penis up and down my gaping, parted lips and teasingly dipped it into my leaking, eager hole. I whimpered, aching with the need to be filled. He smirked.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice low and throaty. “Soaking wet and spreading your legs like that. You’re actually quite the vixen, aren’t you?”
He guided his full staff into my pussy, slowly and gently. The primal desire on his face was barely restrained. His cock was hot and thick as he stretched out my walls. I shifted uncomfortably. I was being stretched more than I’d ever been stretched before.
More. I needed more. He was halfway through and agonizingly slow. Dammit.
“Fuck me,” I demanded. “Sir.”
He froze, his eyes closing as a ragged grunt escaped his lips, and then he plunged himself into me. I cried out in pleasure, feeling full and spread to my limits, bewildered. I somehow fit all of him, and just the thought of Benji's massive, throbbing cock deep inside me, our hips flush with each other, nearly made me cum.
I thought he’d wait a second to fully let me adjust to his extraordinary length and girth, but as soon as he was completely inside me, he was feral. His hands dug into my hips as he started riding me mercilessly rough and fast to his tempo.
My pussy gasped, spewing my juices as his monstrous cock drove further and further into me with each thrust. My stomach felt like it was being plowed in by his thick, round head.
Benji leaned down into me, thrusting with wild, uncontrollable need. His ragged panting filled my ear, and I felt his teeth dig into my shoulder, the pain shooting deliciously straight to my clit.
“I’m cumming.”
The words barely left my mouth before an orgasm slammed into me and rendered me numb with pleasure and ecstasy.
“Me too,” Benji rasped hoarsely.
He thrusted his cock deep into my pussy, and the thick member pulsed, shooting his cum inside me.
Our panting filled the silent room as we lied there, his body weighing comfortably heavy on me, and his cock slightly deflating inside of me. I felt his heart thump deeply into my chest, knocking, and mine responded, matching his beat.
Benji shifted back slightly, and his semi–hard cock rubbed against the walls of my sex, flaring me up with fiery passion all over again. A moan slipped out of my mouth, and he started swelling inside me.
His face came up from my shoulder, and he kissed me deeply — less wild and animalistic but deeper, intense, demanding, controlling.
“I’m not done fucking you,” he growled.
Neither was I.
“Oh, my god,” I hissed at Benji, pointing to my neck.
We were standing in his office, and he casually leaned against his desk. All traces of the sex beast disappeared, hiding under his effortlessly sexy demeanor. He didn’t bother looking up, instead looking at his camera and scrolling through the photos.
A few people who had walked into the studio this morning did a double take when they looked at me. I rushed to a mirror and found my neck spotted in dark, purple hickeys. It was high school all over again.
“I told you I was going to leave marks.” He smirked proudly.
“Why didn’t you tell me if you saw it this morning?” I groaned. “It’s so unprofessional.”
After we thoroughly exhausted ourselves exploring each other’s bodies, we fell asleep, wrapped together on his narrow bed sometime after the sun already rose.
Since the studio opened late on Saturdays, we managed to get a few hours of sleep. But we didn’t hear the first few alarms and scrambled to shower and get dressed. We opened half an hour late, but nothing needing immediate attention came through, so we were safe.
“What’s wrong with it?” He started changing his lens. “It looks good on you.”
“I look like I was choked by King Kong,” I fumed.
“We’ll try that next time,” he said, chuckling. “Dare I say I’m better than King Kong?”
“Stop joking around,” I snapped. “How am I supposed to walk around anywhere when people are going to see this? I can’t even hide it with concealer.”
Benji looked up and cocked his head, his green eyes scanning my neck intently.
“Then don’t hide it,” he said matter–of–factly. “It’ll let people know you’re taken.”
My breath hitched. This was supposed to be just fun for both of us, right? But when he talked like that, my heart pounded in confusion.
“I’m not ‘taken,’” I shot at him, hoping I didn’t sound doubtful. “We’re not in a relationship. What if I want to see other people?”
Benji stopped moving, looking up at me with an unreadable expression. After an uncomfortable amount of time, he stood up and approached until he was towering over me. His gaze glinted threateningly.
“Lennox,” he tutted disapprovingly. He leaned in until I stumbled back against the door. “You're right. This isn't a relationship, and it will never be. But each of these —”
His fingers brushed against the purple bruises on my neck, sending chills down my spine.
“— mark you as mine. Mine to devour and ravish. They mean I control your body. I own your pleasure, your moans, your orgasms.”
His finger slid down, grazing past my sore and eager nipple, down my belly to my pulsing sex.
“And I never share.”
“That’s really selfish,” I managed to say.
What I really wanted to say was ‘Prove it. Right now.’
“I am selfish,” he murmured, the predatory look back on his face. “You’re mine.”
“Stop,” I said, my heart throbbing.
“I told you I was being generous last night,” Benji said, kicking my feet apart. “That was your last chance to leave. Now you’re mine — all mine and only mine — to touch, lick, fuck, to do whatever I want as much as I please. And you want to please me, don’t you, Lennox?”
“You can’t even imagine another cock fucking your pussy, can you?” he murmured.
I couldn’t, and I hated that he knew that. But I wanted him all to myself too. I didn’t want to share either.
“Stop calling me Lennox.” My voice was shaking from rocking steadily towards my climax. “I like my name.”
He smirked and leaned in, his lips grazing against my ear, “Maria.”
Oh, god. That almost pushed me over the edge. He chuckled when I whimpered.
“And exclusivity,” I gasped as he rubbed against my G–spot. Damn, he was good. “And getting tested.”
Benji scowled. “I’m clean.”
“I don’t want to risk it.”
“Fine,” he said, plunging his fingers all the way inside me. “Go on the pill.”
“I don’t have any,” I moaned.
“Great, we’ll get some when we get tested. Together,” Benji growled.
I didn’t have a chance to respond as he clamped his other hand over my mouth.
“Now shut up, Maria,” he murmured. “We wouldn’t want everyone to hear you, do we?”
I gave a muffled cry into his hand as my back arched and my pleasure exploded in me. He pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked my musky juices off him, my tongue teasing and swirling around his fingertips. He smirked and then licked his fingers clean.
“Now get me the edits for the J’Adore ad.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him before slipping out the door.
10:24 p.m..
I sighed before gulping down more wine — courtesy of BAYRE Studio — than I should. I refilled the wine glass. But when I say glass, it was so comically big that it wasn’t really funny. It was closer to the size of a wine bucket than it was the size of a regular wine glass.