by Gabi Moore
As his hungry, frenzied lips travelled down over my neck and breasts, I threw my head back and bit down on my lips, a dark understanding brewing at the back of my mind.
I didn’t want him to stop.
Chapter Twelve – Zack
After the last stitch of clothing was gone between us, my eyes hazed over and I felt a kind of delicious rage pumping through me.
Maybe it was the smell of her vulnerability. Maybe it was something about the way she looked at me, just right, just that split second flicker in her pale eyes that told me …yes.
It was only the second time we had slept together, but it was already eerie how swiftly she could bring this lusty rage over me, how I could be sipping tea one moment and the next want to fuck her senseless, all because of the soft, slight way she held the words in her mouth when she said I’m not scared.
But I sure as hell was scared.
Fucking petrified.
It was something new to me: I was genuinely afraid of hurting her. She was small and soft and yielding. Naïve of the violence that a human body can really be capable of; she was untrained, innocent, a sitting duck with soft eyes that made me feel weird things in the pit of my stomach.
In truth, I was more afraid of what she was doing to me.
I kissed her hard and her little strawberry tongue came fiercely back at me. I slid eager hands down her smooth body. There was just so much to hold and squeeze I wished I had more hands than two – her full breasts with their puffy pink nipples, the little swell of creamy flesh under her belly button, her shapely bones underneath the velvet skin on each of her hips, like she was living cello. I slid two thumbs down between that sweet cleft and was nearly delirious to find her secret inner thighs already slick. I kissed her there. I looked up to see her smiling down at me with something like intoxication on her sweet face. I was rock hard. I knew her so well …but did I? Were we being crazy, going so fast?
“Turn around,” I said, surprising myself.
Her little eyes opened wider, and she froze, looking down at me between her legs. I raised one hand to her pretty neck and caressed the little red holes there. Around each was a small shadow of black bruising. She raised her chin and twisted her neck as I did so, like a cat. Soon, she was on her knees in front of me, her ass waggling at me, her forearms flat on the floor. Some sick part of me imagined her ex bursting in the room at just this moment, right in time to see just exactly what I was about to do to his woman.
I shook my head to clear it, then spread eager hands over her wide hips, gently pulling her ass cheeks apart. She tossed her head to the side, her waterfall of brown hair flowing down from her head like it had a magical life of its own. I slid my hands up to greet her breasts and then back down again. When I dipped the greedy tip of my cock into that sweet little well between her legs, she instantly swiveled her hips back towards me, groaning into her curtain of hair. It was a miracle how wet she became. How ready she was.
I slid in smoothly and slowly, shuddering at how amazing it felt to be in her again, at how she seemed to melt and swell all around me as I sunk deeper and deeper in.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I mumbled under my breath and again came those sweet hips back towards me.
One hand went to her swollen little clit and she began to stroke herself in tight, urgent circles. The sight of this alone drove me wild. When I heard an overwhelmed little squeak from somewhere behind the curtain of hair, I couldn’t hold back anymore; drawing back my hips I slammed into her, hard, giving her the full length of my cock and driving deep to find that soaking place inside that she had shown me just a few days before.
I wanted more, I wanted all of her, and as I felt her twinge and clench around me, something inside me took over and I fucked her again, bringing all the strength I could muster down into that little quivering slit, watching her body swell and open and submit to another thrust, and then another, and another.
Her little fingers moved furiously over her clit as I pounded again and again into her, each blow from my hips sending fleshy ripples through hers. The delicious rage pumped through me like it was boiling in my blood. Next to my brown and scribbled-on body, hers seem as white and clean as an angel’s. I gripped hard on her hips, stopping myself from going further, knowing I shouldn’t hurt her.
All at once she got up off her elbows and leaned back onto me, her shapely back pressing against me and her long hair snaking over us both. I caught sight of the little wounds on her neck and felt something strange stirring in me. Waves of pleasure were washing over me, and with each stroking thrust she eased me closer to the edge, closer to bursting and filling her with my cum.
Inside she was so silky, so sweet and so astonishingly warm, I was soon fucking her harder than I thought she could handle, harder than I should, lifting both knees off the ground so I could sink deeper into her poor little cunt with every lunge. I wrapped my arms round her to steady her against my own ruthless cock, and through little parted lips she groaned, and a single bead of sweat ran down her temple.
“Zack,” she said, flopping forward and steadying her hands on the ground in front of her again. “Oh my God, Zack…”
Her voice was shaky and near-hysterical.
I fucking loved it.
A tortured little mumble escaped from her throat and then she was silent, both her hands desperately clutching the carpet underfoot, her body tensing right up. I could feel she was close to coming.
I stroked a long hand up and then down her spine to soothe her.
“Shhhh,” I said as I continued to fuck her, deep and quick and hard. Her breasts shook underneath her. I could hear she had stopped breathing. I felt her tight little pussy swell and squeeze around me, and I knew she would come soon.
“Zack!” she mumbled, and I fucked harder. “Oh God, Zack… right there!”
All at once, she was thrusting her own hips back into me, her hungry body swallowing me up, my balls slapping against her with each violent thrust.
“I’m going to--”
The words got stuck in her throat. I was so engorged inside her I felt I’d never be able to pull free. She was so wet I could hear it.
“Zack I’m…
“Fucking come for me,” I growled.
I grabbed her hips and sent one final, brutal fuck straight into the juicy core of her, as hard and as deep as I could reach. Her spine curled and bucked and her entire body tightened around me, all of a sudden, wracked with the brutal force of her orgasm beating through her.
She jerked forward and to my amazement, a giant gush of liquid spurted from her and splashed everywhere, down over my cock, and onto both of our thighs. She let out a long, guttural cry and then whimpered as her body clenched again and a second, smaller gush followed, dousing us again. I looked down to see my wet cock bouncing at the entrance of her pulsating, juicy body. Sweet fuck, it was the eye of God himself winking back at me.
Without thinking, I grabbed her shuddering frame, the last dribbles of her orgasms still pumping through her, and shoved my cock straight back in again. She was slick and tight and hot enough inside it nearly took my breath away. Fired up to see her so utterly dissolved in her own pleasure, I only needed a few thrusts to bring myself right to the edge, and when I tumbled over myself, her pussy clenched hard around me, milking every last drop out of me. I cried out and collapsed onto her sweat-soaked back, my own orgasm beating hard through my body, in wave after wave of ecstasy.
Still jammed in her, head still spinning, I linked my arms round her waist and planted dazed and dizzy kisses along her back and neck. She merely hung her head down low, the roots of her long hair wet and dark from sweat, the ends tangled and wild. It must have been a full minute before her body stopped heaving under mine, and the little ripples and twitches inside her body stopped and her breathing slowed and came back to normal. I peeled myself off of her and knelt back on my haunches.
I was speechless.
She turned to look at me – the most beautiful
I’d ever seen her, with buttery eyes and wild damp hair flowing everywhere and her lower lip wet and parted – and burst out laughing. She looked down at the wet patch on the floor. Then up at me, then to my still hard dick.
“I think you… I think you broke me,” she laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“I’ve never …do you …have you done that before?” I said. I had never seen a woman orgasm so hard before in my life. She looked as puzzled as I did.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I can barely even remember who I am right now!” and giggled so sweetly I couldn’t help but lean forward and embrace her.
“Didn’t I tell you I could be rough?” I said in my best stud voice. I felt her breasts jiggle in my arms as she laughed.
“Oh well, I’ve learned my lesson now, I’ll never doubt you again,” she said and we both collapsed together laughing, lying side by side, a little giddy.
I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for my heartbeat to calm down. At the edge of my vision I saw a cat slink along a coffee table and then trotting off out of sight. The ceiling was in rough shape, and needed some work. I hated to think of her getting up there to change dusty light bulbs.
“Zack?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you stay the night?”
“OK.”
Chapter Thirteen – Madeleine
Some animals are easy. They take quickly to humans and don’t fuss much and will tilt their heads to let you push the needle into the flesh of their necks, knowing somewhere in their quiet animal minds that it will help them somehow.
Some animals are difficult. They kick and scream and bite and hiss, and just when you think you’ve won them over, they scratch up your skin and slip your grasp, making you chase them all over again.
Maisy was one of the easy ones.
That’s partly why it was her I scooped up one sunny Saturday morning to give to Zack when he asked to help with my crazy menagerie. Maisy was a frail white and brown kitten, all heartbeat and bones and eyes, but she melted easily into anyone’s grasp, purring for whoever picked her up and dutifully eating whatever you gave her as though she didn’t know the difference between medicine and food.
“Like this?” he asked me. Something twanged in my heart to see his big, strong hands cupped lightly around little Maisy, and they both stared back at me with wide eyes.
“Am I holding her right?” he said again. To his credit, Maisy did give the impression that she’d disappear into a puff of smoke if you held her too hard.
“What do you think, Maisy?” I said and leaned forward, placing my ear next to her whiskered face. “Yup, purring like a diesel engine, I think she’s happy,” I said. He beamed and stroked the pad of his thumb against her little head, and her eyes narrowed in pleasure.
“Ready to give her the medicine?”
“Yeah let’s do it! Maisy says she wants some of the good stuff, please,” he said laughing, and lifting her to his own ear.
These days, Zack took to hanging around my house shirtless. At first I didn’t know what to make of it but now, seeing all six-foot of him standing in my kitchen with a tiny kitten pressed to his bare chest, I didn’t seem to mind so much.
I opened a cupboard and pulled out her formula, took a large plastic syringe from the drawer and then sucked up the correct dosage for her. She had been abandoned as a kitten and this medicine would go some way to replacing the nourishment she would have gotten from her mother. I handed the syringe to him and he took it expertly in his other hand, all of Maisy curled up cutely in his other hand, like a lint ball that had suddenly sprouted eyes.
“Just gently put the end in her mouth – not there, in the corner of her mouth – and squeeze very gently and very slowly. Just like that! She’ll lap it up,” I instructed him.
Little Maisy, sweetheart that she was, tilted back her head and obediently swallowed her medicine, her little muzzle peeling back off her tiny canine fangs.
With supreme focus, Zack depressed the syringe and sent the liquid slowly into her mouth, and all at once her little throat began to pulse up and down as she swallowed. He flashed his gaze up at me and then quickly back down to the task at hand.
“She’s doing it! She’s eating it up,” he said with glee. If he weren’t so engrossed with his kitten, I would have pounced on him with how hot he looked at that moment.
Once the syringe was emptied, he set it carefully aside and then held her up at eye height to examine her, goofy grin all over his face. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats things that are smaller and weaker than him. And the way he was smiling and cooing at sweet Maisy turned my legs to jelly. With the end of his pinky finger he wiped her tiny cat mouth and then – God help me – then he gave her a dainty kiss right on her little snout. Completely full of food and with a face stuck in a permanent worried face, Maisy bobbed a little in his hand and mewed, once. He howled with laughter and put her down, and we both watched her scampering off, her little winder wound up for the next few hours at least.
He clapped his hands and looked up at me with twinkles in his eyes.
“So, what’s next? Am I ready to start birthing baby cows yet?” he said and came over to wrap his arms round my waist.
“Not just yet!” I laughed, and leaned in for a kiss. “Besides, I’m sure I can put you to better use with something else…” I said, and tried to catch his eye.
“Oh?”
He hovered his gorgeous full lips above mine and his teasing breath lingered there for a moment, with that naughty smile I was beginning to know and love.
“Yes, if you want to make yourself useful, maybe you can stop talking for a second and kiss me instead.”
“Useful? Yes, ma’am…” he growled and closed his warm, delicious lips around mine for a long, lazy kiss. I staggered a little as the full weight of his body pressed against mine, and soon found my back pressed flat against the refrigerator. With hungry kisses, his tongue explored my mouth, my lips, my neck…
I was still zinging inside from our recent morning romp, my hair knotted up into a shaggy pile on top of my head, wearing his shirt and still pink in the face from all the things he had done to me before it was even 7 o’clock. I thumped my head back against the fridge and let him kiss me, and my poor body responded instantly, wet within seconds at the touch of his lips, opening up to him like I hadn’t already gone twelve rounds in the ring with that magnificent, merciless cock of his, just a few hours ago.
I liked what he did to me. When I was with him, I was no pushover. I bit him back. I bucked and moaned and thrashed and made as much noise as I damn well pleased. I made a mess. A big mess. And he let me.
Soon he was planting a trail of hot kisses down my collarbones and then he hoisted the shirt up and over my head, revealing my breasts, still warm with sex-smell and the cotton of his sweatshirt. He buried his head in my cleavage and I smiled down at him, hands resting on his head. Beatific. Like Our Lady of the Glorious Tits, smiling sweetly down at one of her worshippers.
“Spread your legs for me,” he mumbled, already nestling his way into that tender V between my legs.
I obeyed.
He was kneeling down in front of me now, and I could make out the strong muscles in his haunches as he positioned himself to kiss me. Not quite what I imagined when I suggested we head to the kitchen for something to eat, but again, I’d take it.
I sighed loudly and let my head fall to the side.
How could this man, this man who was tenderly parting my pussy lips and sending the sweetest, most careful tongue onto my swollen clit, this man who was dabbing the curious tips of his finger against me, this man who knew how to melt my body inside with just a look… how could this man have ever hurt anyone? I would ask him about his past. I couldn’t avoid it forever. But later…
I wasn’t sure if I trusted him … or just wanted to trust him. All I knew was that my doubts and fears never lasted long. We were never more than a few hours away from some sizzlin
g glance, some sweet, dirty whispers, some electrifying touch or a full out session in bed that left my head whirling and my body crackling like it had been hit by lightning.
I would ask him. I had to. But I would do it later. Right now all I could focus on was the delightful torment of his tongue flicking over that desperate ache, and the juice pouring out of me as he toyed expertly with that little nub, kissing and licking me to some sweet, quivering point.
I grasped at his wild, coily blonde hair and tried to pull him deeper, but he pulled back a little and looked up at me with a wicked smile.
“Now Maddy, I’ll drown and die if you try pull another stunt like you did this morning,” he said in a graveled voice, then went back to work. A moan escaped my lips and I felt the cool metal of the fridge behind me against the goosebumps on my back.
“If you keep doing that, well, I can’t promise anything,” I breathed, and it was true. Still raw and turned on from this morning, I didn’t need much to get me right back to that sweet, sweet point of no return.
“Doing what my dear?” he said, as though he were speaking directly to the slippery folds of my hopelessly turned on body. “This?” As he spoke he licked the full, firm tip of his tongue once, all the way up against the length of my shuddering pussy, just exactly in the way he had recently learnt. A few more of those licks and I’d be a wild, quivering mess in no time.
“Yes, that,” I said and playfully slapped his bare shoulder.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, God I loved the way he said that, and I looked down to see his strong pecs and shoulders working as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me deeper down onto him. My toes were shaking, barefoot on the kitchen floor. My loose bun was beginning to come undone. “I won’t do this again,” he said, and with the word “this” he stroked his long tongue again all the way up, sending my body jerking a little.
“Naughty. I said don’t do that…” I muttered, my breath coming in gasps now as I tried to steady myself against the swelling waves of pleasure pulsing over me.