by Vivian Ward
When I finally open my eyes, I look down and see him smiling as he licks my juices from his lips. His lips and chin are covered in a thin, clear coating. It’s the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen.
“You taste so damn good,” he says. “Want to see?”
Slowly, I nod as he climbs his way up my frame and begins kissing me. He’s absolutely right—I do taste good, especially on his lips. As he bites and sucks my lip, the two of us work together to unzip and remove his pants, and that’s when my eyes nearly pop out of my head.
Reaching down, I take his cock in my hand and begin stroking his hardened length. It’s every bit of eight to nine inches long and oh-so-fucking thick! I don’t think I’ve ever been with a guy as big as him.
I know I haven’t!
Most of the men I’ve been with were average—about six inches or so. Seven inches might be the biggest I’ve ever had, and I have to admit, his length and girth are a bit shocking. He’s definitely above average!
A little intimidated by his size, I decide to explore it with my tongue. Kneeling beside him on the bed, I run my tongue up and down his cock, staring into his eyes the entire time, before I finally pull him into my mouth.
“Mmmm,” he growls, sweeping my hair away from my face so he can watch me.
Taking him deeper into my mouth, I have to stop when his head pushes against the back of my throat—it won’t go any farther. “Ahhh,” he moans. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”
His approval encourages me to keep going. I don’t know what it is about him but I feel like I need to seek his approval and please him, and I’m happy to do so. Relaxing the muscles in my throat, I give it another go as my tongue caresses the underside of his cock. He glides right down the back of my throat as though I’ve done it a million times before.
“Holy shit,” he whispers as I fuck him with my mouth. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he holds onto my hair. “Damn, baby. You’re too good at that.”
I stop for a breath of air and to respond to him, “I thought you might like that.”
“Yeah, but there’s something else I’d like even more,” he growls, pulling me up by my hair. “Come here.”
Chapter 6
Greg
Obediently, she follows my guidance as I lay her down on the pillows. Her eyes dance as she watches me in awe.
Grabbing my cock by the base, I press my tip against her entrance as I look into her eyes.
“Do you want this?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she whispers, her cheeks still rosy from her orgasm.
“Tell me. Tell me what you need from me,” I command. Not only is her consent important but I want to know, without a doubt, what she wants from me.
“Oh, God, I need you inside of me,” she huffs.
It’s exactly what I was waiting to hear. “Are you on anything?” I ask, applying more pressure against her entrance.
She blinks a couple of times before asking, “You mean, like, birth control?”
Before I can answer question, she nods her head, indicating that she is.
Pushing my way inside of her, I can’t believe how tight she is. I’d almost think she was a virgin but I don’t feel her hymen. “Holy shit,” I whisper, pulling out of her and reentering her. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Wrapping her legs around my torso, she pulls me in even deeper. But as deep as I am, I’m still not all the way in. She’s so tight and little. Her pussy feels good wrapped around my cock.
Perfect. Like she was made for me. Slowly, I push myself inside her a little more until I’m almost balls deep. I’m met with a bit of resistance and I don’t want to hurt her so I stop.
Pistoning in and out of her, I repeat it over and over as he eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Oh, my God! You feel so good,” she says with her warm breath tickling my neck.
Picking up my pace, I start fucking her harder and harder until she’s begging for it. Just like earlier, I can feel her walls beginning to tighten and I know she’s about to come again. This time, I decide to see if she can take me a little more—and she can!
Our sweaty bodies collide over and over before I lean down and bite her neck. “Fuck,” she sucks in a deep breath. Knowing she’s on the verge of orgasming, I plummet myself deeper inside her until I’m completely inside of her and press against her G-spot. She’s unable to stop herself and immediately begins coming all over my cock.
As she starts to come, it’s like I’ve opened a dam. She comes so much that I can feel her come trickling down my balls and thighs. I do all that I can to keep her coming for as long as possible. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen—a girl as hard as she is and I want it to last forever.
Her tight pussy gripping my cock almost gets me off, too, but I stop myself from coming while I let her finish. “That’s it,” I encourage her. When her body finally stops convulsing, I pull myself out of her. “Taste yourself on my cock,” I whisper in her ear.
Still coming down from her orgasm, she slowly gets on her knees. I watch her little round ass the entire time, admiring the view. She has such a perfect body that I could stare at her for all eternity. Her baby blue eyes stare up at me as she takes me into her mouth and starts sucking her come off of my cock. Oh, fuck, I think to myself. Her blow jobs are off the hook! Watching her innocent little face as she sucks my cock like a total whore is more than I can handle. I know it won’t be much longer before I get off—there’s no way I can stop myself this time. With the way she sucks dick and staring down into her pretty blue eyes, who could last long? Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t already came.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I say to her, brushing her hair away from her sweaty face. Her cheeks are rose-colored from having multiple orgasms. “Your cheeks are so rosy,” I say to her. She nods in agreement. “You should let me paint that pretty little face of yours to match all the snow outside.” I say it half-teasing but I’d love to come all over her face.
She stops sucking my cock as she maintains eye contact with me and whispers, “Go for it,” while she winks at me.
Holy shit! Hearing her say that pushes me right over the edge! There’s no holding back anymore—it’s impossible. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I start fervently stroking it. She looks up at me with those big, baby blue eyes and opens her mouth wide, using her tongue to tease my dick. Unable to hold back for another second, come explodes from my tip, covering much of her face but so much of it lands on her tongue. Watching her lap up my milky-white come from my tip gives me a never-ending orgasm and I don’t stop until my balls are completely drained.
“Jesus, fuck,” I gasp at her as we collapse next to each other. “I think you could suck a golfball through a water hose,” I tease her.
Her smile lights up the room as she laughs. “Thanks…I guess?”
“With as beautiful as you are and as great as you are in bed, how in the hell are you single?” She starts to answer but I cover her mouth with my finger. “Actually, I think the bigger question is how did I get lucky enough to meet you?”
“I don’t know,” she sighs. “I think it’s because I’ve spent so much time taking care of everyone else—and dealing with my bitch of a sister while working and going to school,” she shrugs. “And to answer your other question, I think I’m equally as lucky. I don’t know,” she pauses. “There’s something about you that just ‘clicks’ with me, I guess.”
My eyes light up at her revelation. “Yes! From the moment I saw you walk into the lobby, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I was surprised when you agreed to spend time with me tonight, if I’m being honest.”
“Why?” She asks, crossing her brows.
“Because I’m at least a decade older than you and you’re so gorgeous,” I say to her.
“No, you’re not! How old are you?” She asks.
“38.”
“Get out!” Her mouth hangs open. “How old do you think I am?”
“Ju
dging that you’re still in school, I’d say maybe 23? Is that about right?”
She smiles. “Close. I started school late because I was working two jobs to help take care of my mom and myself. She insisted that I go to school or I’d spend my whole life working two low-income jobs, so I started school when I was almost 21—just before my 21st birthday. I’ll be 25 in two months.”
“So I’m nearly 13 years older than you? Geesh!” I sigh. “And that doesn’t bother you?”
Resting her head on my chest, a heavy sigh escapes her lips. “It’s fine! I’ve always liked older guys anyway.”
I glance at the digital alarm clock near the television and see that it’s almost 2 AM. “Wow, it’s late. I didn’t realize what time it was. Are you going to the photo shoot tomorrow?”
“Yeah, Sierra would kill me if I missed out on it. She made me promise that I’d go to all of the events this weekend,” she explains.
I want her to spend the night but I feel like I might be pushing the limit by asking her. I’d love to lay here and talk to her for hours but I don’t want her to feel obligated to stay. Instead, I ask her, “Do you want me to walk you to your room so you can get some rest?”
A brief look of disappointment crosses her face but quickly vanishes. “No, I’m just right across the hall.” Getting off the bed, she scoops up her clothes and begins to dress herself. “Will you be there tomorrow?” She turns and asks me.
“If you’ll be there, so will I,” I smile at her.
“Okay,” she says, slipping on her shoes. “I’ll see you then.”
Walking her to my door, I give her a kiss before she leaves and while we’re kissing, I hear her phone buzz in her hand. “You’d better answer that poor girl or she’s going to think I kidnapped you or something,” I joke.
“Yeah, I’ll get back to her later. Night,” she says, opening the door.
“Night.”
I stand near my door even after it’s shut in case she changes her mind and decides she wants to come back to my room. After hearing her door click shut, I start to turn to walk back into my room and that’s when I hear her yell, “FUCK!”
Freezing in my tracks, I quietly listen to see if I hear anything else or see if she comes to knock on my door but I hear nothing except dead silence. After several minutes, I finally return to my bed and wonder why she screamed, “FUCK,” so loudly.
Did I do something wrong? Maybe it was too soon for us to have sex and she feels guilty. Did I push her too much? I want to go to her room and ask her if she’s okay but maybe I should give her some space in case she needs it.
I’ll wait until I see her at the photo shoot tomorrow. Surely, there will be plenty of time to talk to her while Brett takes pictures with all of the girls. I hope she’s okay.
Chapter 7
Amy
I can’t believe this is happening! Why did I let Sierra talk me into coming up here for the weekend with Karen acting like a bitch?
She spent the entire night blowing up my phone to tell me that she drove past my mom’s house and saw some lights on—her lights are never on, considering that nobody lives there. Scared to go over there in case the place was getting robbed, she went and grabbed a mutual friend of ours to go back and check everything out.
Yeah, it was getting robbed all right—by my sister! How she knew I’d be out of town this weekend—if she knew—is beyond me, but the timing is too perfect. She went over there and cleaned everything out. Sierra watched her load a basket filled with stuff into her very packed car and drive off. After Karen left, Sierra took the key that I’d left her and went inside to find the place completely empty.
She took every collectible, every piece of China, every family heirloom, all of the electronics, and even the picture frames off the walls! Sierra offered to call the cops and file a police report but I told her not to because it might cause more problems and chaos between us. Plus, with mom not having a will, they might say she’s just as entitled to the stuff as I am and do nothing about it. I have to be smart about this.
As soon as I read her text messages when I got back to my room last night, I screamed, “FUCK,” so loud that I probably woke up the entire floor. I couldn’t sleep at all and when I got online to see about booking the next available flight out of here, I learned that the airport was shut down because of the snow. It’s a complete white out! It looks like the earliest I’ll be able to fly out is my original time—Sunday night—and that’s if the airport is open then.
I was still furious this morning so I called Sierra and told her about the flight cancellations and asked her what I should do. After much debating and a little arguing, she made me promise to try to enjoy my weekend. She said that I should still go to all the scheduled activities and events because whether I come home or not, everything will still be gone. I hate to admit it, but she’s right. Going home right now would change nothing but I don’t want to be surrounded by people either.
As I stand in line for the photo shoot, all I can think about is my fucking sister and how I seriously don’t want to be here right now. All of these dumb girls ogling over Brett and gushing with laughter makes me want to snap their heads off, but I promised Sierra that I’d do this and I don’t renege on promises.
“Hello, gorgeous!” I hear in my ear, a bit too chipper and I’m instantly annoyed. I roll my eyes and turn around to find Greg standing behind me.
Calm your tits, Amy. It’s just Greg.
“Oh, hi,” I say with the fakest smile I’ve ever put on.
His perfectly manicured eyebrows contort as he cocks his head. “Everything okay?” He asks.
“Yeah,” I try to muster as must conviction in my voice as possible. “Just waiting for my turn with the photo shoot so I can get my goodie-bag and go.”
Stepping closer to me, he tries to make small talk about all of the snow we’ve gotten. I hate the snow outside!
“Are you sure everything’s okay?” He asks again. “I know last night was a bit unusual for both of us and I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner?”
Oh, my God. Just leave me alone, Greg.
“I don’t know,” I sigh. “Aren’t we supposed to be doing something for the show tonight?” This is my attempt to avoid him so I can stay in my room, away from him and everyone else.
“Eh, they’ve got something planned but it’s not a big deal. You should let me buy you dinner. It’s the least I can do,” he smiles.
“I’ll get back to you,” I say, turning my attention back to the photo shoot. How am I still five people away? Are they just fucking around and not taking pictures or what?
They’re all fucking around. The girls won’t stop gawking over Brett and he seems to be enjoying the attention. This is so annoying. If I hadn’t promised Sierra these pictures, I’d go back to my room. Plus—and I’m totally being selfish—I would like one of the goodie bags that they’re handing out.
I clear my throat rather loudly to gain their attention. When they look over at me, I give a smirk with a slight eye roll. Of course, all of them ignore me and return the eye roll as they continue to carry on. I’m not a violent person but I’d like to punch one of them—any of them. Today just isn’t my day.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asks. I can tell by his tone that he’s concerned. It’s a mix between curious and wonder.
I shake my head, realizing that he might think I’m upset with him for some reason. He’s done nothing wrong—only the bitch, Karen, has. God, I want to strangle her. “No, you didn’t do anything. It’s just….stuff back home.”
My tone isn’t very convincing and I can tell that he doesn’t believe me, but it’s the truth. I don’t have anymore words to offer besides my simple explanation. He hesitates for a moment and then says, “I get it. I’ll see you around,” before he walks away.Hurt and disappointment fill his voice, causing a stabbing pain in my chest.
Fuck, Amy. Great job! You probably just ruined any chance you had with him this weekend.
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br /> Chapter 8
Greg
I couldn’t tell whether she was telling me the truth or not but I can take a hint, and that hint was to leave. She might have stuff going on at home; I know she’d mentioned it while we were hanging out last night, but I’m starting to think that maybe she’s having a little regret over fucking a total stranger.
We should’ve waited but there was an explosive chemistry between us and now I’m left here wondering what changed?
Trying to keep my distance and give her some space, I spend most of the day in my room which isn’t how I’d planned for this weekend to go at all. I thought I’d be hanging out with my old buddy, flirting with cute girls, and maybe getting lucky. Now, as I sit here watching TV, I’m debating if I should even show my face again until it’s time to leave.
Knock, knock, knock.
My heart leaps into my throat when I hear someone at the door, but then I remember that I ordered room service. With the way Amy acted today, I didn’t want to go back downstairs and have to face her again in case I did fuck things up, so I ordered a turkey on rye with a side of soup while I wallow in self-pity.
I grab my wallet off of the dresser and open the door as aI search for a ten to give as a tip.
“I’m not a hooker,” Amy teases.
Confused, I look up and smile. “Amy! Sorry,” I laugh. “I thought you were room service.”
Her smile fades. “Oh. You ordered room service?” She asks, peeking into my room.
“Yeah, but it’s not here yet. You can come on in if you’d like,” I offer, stepping aside from the door.
“I don’t want to intrude,” she says, stepping away from the door.