S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  I slid my hands under her shoulders and held her chest tight against mine, working myself in and out of her warmth in a balanced and predictable motion. Each stroke of my cock was full and forceful, but not abrupt.

  After five minutes of my body grinding against her, and our mouths encompassed in a kiss the entire time, she released my lips and tilted her head rearward. As I continued my long, full strokes, I lifted my body from hers, arched my back, and worked my long shaft in and out with a forceful grace.

  As I released every drop of my love into her, she relaxed and howled into the room, providing all she needed to confirm she loved me as deeply and as permanently as I loved her. I collapsed on the bed, drained of every ounce of energy, and satisfied completely that I had provided her a powerful message of my love. Eventually her breathing became less intense, and slowed to a steady pace. After a few minutes of silence, she turned toward me and smiled.

  “You were right,” she said.

  I raised my head from the bed and turned toward her as I rested my jaw in my palm. “About what?” I asked.

  “I didn’t hate that,” she said. “Not one bit.”

  I nodded my head and didn’t say a word. I’d proven my point. I didn’t hate it either. I knew I wouldn’t.

  It was the first time we actually made love.

  And I tricked her into doing it on Valentine’s Day.

  Score: Vince 1, Sienna 0.

  VINCE

  May 8th, 2015

  I watched as she walked down the hallway toward where I was seated. A firm believer that she was without a doubt the most beautiful creature God had ever created, I sat and admired her without trying to bring attention to the fact I was doing so. Watching her simply meander from point “A” to point “B”, for me, had to be comparable to what most men experienced watching a Victoria’s Secret runway show.

  “I love you,” she said as she stepped to my side.

  I leaned forward, kissed her lightly, and gazed at her admiringly as I pulled my lips from hers.

  “I love you,” she said. “Very much.”

  “So, you ready to get out of here?” I asked as I picked up the glasses and plates from the table.

  She placed her hands on her hips and arched her back slightly. “I don’t think so,” she said.

  “Oh no?” I asked as I walked toward the kitchen.

  I placed the dirty dishes in the sink, turned to face her, and shrugged my shoulders. “I think it was a great evening here. Kind of romantic, if you ask me.”

  “It was,” she said. “It was very romantic.”

  “What are we going to do now?” I asked as I motioned around the room. “Here?”

  She twisted back and forth on the balls of her feet, her hands still pressed against her hips. “Well, I’m going to suck that big cock of yours. I don’t care what you do.”

  “Oh are you?” I asked.

  She nodded her head, reached behind her head with both hands, and tightened her ponytail.

  “Yep. Sure am,” she said as she lowered her hands.

  With her eyes fixed on mine, she began to walk in my direction. The entire twenty or so feet, she maintained eye contact, walking slowly and gracefully. She stopped mere inches from where I was standing, still gazing into my eyes, and lowered herself onto her knees, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

  By the time she reached me, my dick was fighting against the fabric of the denim jeans, aching to be released.

  Without speaking, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock, gazing into her eyes as I did so.

  She took me in her hand, and while still looking up at me intently, licked the pre-cum from the tip of my dick, leaving a small strand of it connecting her tongue to the head for a long second before it finally fell, only to be caught by her hand and lifted to her mouth.

  As she licked her hand, it was over for me. I couldn’t take it any longer. Seeing her doing what she was doing was far too much for me, and on this particular night, although I wasn’t drunk, I was well aware I wouldn’t make it a matter of minutes.

  Sienna was much too sexy of a woman.

  I bent my knees slightly, reached down and slipped my hands under her armpits, and as she began to encompass the swollen head in with her lips, I lifted her from her knees and to her feet.

  “What?” she asked innocently.

  “Don’t even start,” I said. “You know what. You do that shit on purpose, you sexy little bitch.”

  She pressed the tip of her index finger to her lips, doing her best to look innocent, but appeared to be as guilty as she truly was. “I just love that big cock of yours, that’s all,” she said.

  “And I love that tight little pussy of yours,” I said as I lifted her in the air.

  Her eyes met mine as I hoisted her above the floor and held her in the air, her feet dangling six inches from the floor.

  “What are you going to do to me, you big mean biker?” she asked in another effort to be as innocent as she could in appearance.

  “Whatever I want to,” I said as I held her in place.

  “Please don’t fuck me,” she whispered. “I just wanted to suck your cock. Please don’t fuck me.”

  “You afraid?” I asked.

  She gazed down at my cock, feigned a gasp, and covered her mouth quickly. “It’s too big. It won’t fit in my little pussy. I’m scared.”

  I lowered her to the floor. As her feet made contact with the concrete, I began to stroke my cock. Her innocent routine had me so worked up I’d be lucky to last a matter of minutes. I unbuttoned my cut, took off my shirt, and draped them over the back of a chair.

  “You’re so muscular. Oh no, you’re not going to make me fuck you, are you? Please, don’t make me fuck you. You’re so big and muscular,” she said as she widened her eyes and stared at my chest.

  “Get undressed,” I said as I pointed toward her shorts.

  “But my pussy, it’s so tight, you’ll hurt me,” she said in a high-pitched whine as she turned away.

  “I’ll hurt you if you don’t get undressed,” I growled.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

  I shook my head at her innocent little girl efforts. “Toss your clothes on the table and bend over,” I said.

  “Anything you say, just don’t hurt me,” she said softly as she pushed her shorts down her thighs.

  “Leave on the shoes,” I said as I pointed to her sneakers.

  “Please let me take them off, I don’t want you to fuck me in my shoes,” she whimpered. “I’m so scared…”

  I shook my head, pointed at the table, and cleared my throat. “Bend over.”

  “Please, please don’t fuck me from behind. Pleeeaaaaaase, I’m begging you. It’ll go too deep,” she whined as she pulled down her panties and tossed them on the table.

  “Bend over,” I said in a demanding tone.

  “But you’re too big. You’ll hurt me. You’ll tear my little pussy up,” she said as she bent over and pressed her tits into the top of the table.

  My jeans had been around my thighs the entire time. As she turned to face away from me, I kicked off my boots and dropped my jeans to the floor. Now standing naked with the exception of my socks, I was well beyond ready to start fucking.

  Without warning, I swept my foot against the inside of each of her feet, spread her legs apart slightly, and guided the head of my stiff cock inside of her at the same time. With the feeling of her tight wet pussy surrounding the shaft, I slowly pushed myself into her until I bottomed out.

  “Oh, god,” she gasped. “You’re way too big.”

  I pulled my hips back, revealing my glistening cock one inch at a time. As I watched it slide free of her wet folds, I realized I had no business watching. Keeping my eyes open while I fucked Sienna was becoming a huge problem. She was turning me into a twat in more ways than one, the primary being I was far too deeply in love with her, and the secondary was without a doubt the fact she was mor
e beautiful than any other woman on earth. Hell, I couldn’t even give her a good fucking and enjoy seeing it. Frustrated at the thought of me becoming soft, and feeling the need to give her a good hard fucking, I needed her to stop with the “I’m a tight-pussied little girl” routine.

  It was just too much.

  “Just stop it,” I sighed.

  She turned and glanced over her shoulder. “Stop what?”

  I leaned forward, gazed down toward her ass, and watched my cock disappear into her tight hole.

  I should have turned away.

  “Oh, god. You’re too big, please, please, Sir. Let me go. Don’t fuck my tight little pussy any more, I’m begging you,” she pouted.

  You really need to stop that.

  I grasped her waist in my hands, pulled my hips back, and as soon as I felt the head clear her pussy lips, pushed my hips forward again. As I felt her warmth surround the shaft, I pulled back again.

  I can do this. I can do this.

  I pushed myself inside her until I felt myself bottom out.

  “Please, let me go. Your cock is way too big, you’re going to rip my little pussy to shreds,” she whimpered.

  You ornery little bitch…

  I reached down, grabbed her ponytail in my hand, and pulled against it tight. As her back arched slightly, I pressed my hips against her ass, held them in place, and began to grind my cock in and out of her. With my free hand, I reached around and cupped my palm against her mouth.

  Fucking her deeply with her hair pulled tight, I tightened my grip on her mouth, preventing her from saying a word. Her muffled grunts against my hand, our fucking each other in an abandoned restaurant, the setting sun, and the fact her pussy really was tiny and tight was slowly working against me. I needed to close my eyes.

  Fuck it.

  I love this woman, what’s it really matter.

  “Take that big cock, little girl,” I bellowed as I pounded it deep in her pussy.

  She grunted against my hand.

  “That’s right. You’re getting that big biker dick now, aren’t you? And there isn’t a god damned thing you can do about is, is there?” I grunted.

  I pressed my chest to her back and moved my face beside hers. She turned her head to the side and widened her eyes. I pressed my hand against her mouth, continuing to muffle her voice into nothing but grunts.

  “Fuck no there isn’t. You’re fucked. I’m taking that pussy whether you like it or not,” I growled into her ear.

  “Because I can,” I whispered.

  I began to fuck her hard, fast, and without reservation. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoed down the empty corridor. With each stroke in, I pulled her hair back, causing her to arch her back even more.

  “You helpless little girl, what are you going to do to stop me? Huh?” I barked as I continued to fuck her.

  “Nothing. That’s what I thought,” I said through my teeth as I worked myself in and out of her tight twat.

  And I released her mouth from my grasp.

  “Holy shit,” she wailed.

  Instantly, her breathing became irregular and she began to grind her hips against me. Within a few seconds I felt her pussy contracting around my swollen shaft. I felt the tension building within me with each stroke, and I knew it would only be a matter of time…

  “I’m going to come in you,” I said.

  “Please don’t,” she breathed. “Please…let me…let me go…”

  And that was it.

  I arched my back, held my cock deep, and as she began to cry out into the room in pleasure, I erupted inside of her, filling her with all the proof I could that I felt the way I felt about her.

  After we both collapsed onto the table and lay side by side breathing like we’d just finished a marathon, she turned her head to the side and gave her best pouty face.

  “You don’t play fair,” she said, her bottom lip pushed out as far as she could push it.

  I raised my head slightly and gazed down at her. “And you do?”

  “I’m just a little girl,” she said with a laugh. “With a really tight pussy and a willing throat…”

  I gazed down at my twitching cock. Just like that, she made me want more of her tight little pussy. She was clearly in control of my cock.

  There was no doubt I was a big mean motherfucker in the eyes of the fellas and in the minds of all who encountered me. There weren’t a handful of men on earth who I believed could beat me in a fist fight, and none could handle a knife better than me.

  But Sienna was turning me into a sexual twat with little stamina and no self-control, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.

  Damn I love this woman.

  SIENNA

  Where we left off. That’s what I demanded, and it was without a doubt what I received. From the moment we pulled out of the driveway, things were right back to the way they were. I didn’t need to forgive Vince, my mind didn’t see things the way other people did. What happened wasn’t his fault, it was him acting in a manner that was in accordance with his beliefs and the moral code he lived by. He wasn’t right, nor was he wrong. He simply made a decision.

  Would I have made it?

  No.

  Did I agree that it was appropriate?

  No.

  But it wasn’t my place to second guess the man I fell in love with. I fell in love with who Vince was, and who he was played a great part in his decision making. For me to condemn him for being himself would be to admit I wasn’t actually in love with him, only parts of him.

  And that wasn’t the case.

  Not at all.

  “This back yard is amazing,” I said as I shifted my eyes around the yard.

  The back yard at Vince’s mother’s house was huge and had been landscaped professionally. The home being built on three lots left a yard three times wider than the other yards on the block, but it had the same depth.

  There was a large waterfall in the center decorated with limestone rocks that trickled down into a small pond, and the pond was filled with fish. A path from the pond in each direction led to the back side of the yard, each path taking a different route, but meeting at a large gazebo which was placed on a concrete patio.

  The distance between the back of the home and the gazebo was slightly sheltered by the waterfall, but able to be openly viewed to each side by anyone in the corners of the yard, or the neighbors.

  The perimeter of the yard was decorated by a flower garden and various small trees, which I suspected were Japanese Maples. I knew very little about flowers or landscaping until Vince and I broke up, and only then did I use gardening as an outlet. Seeing the magnificent yard was breathtaking, but it left me sad for Vince’s mother, who I was quite sure had the work done with the hope of filling it with her children.

  Children she was never blessed with.

  “I like what you did with your yard. It looks nice,” he said.

  “It’s okay,” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I continued to look around.

  “Come here,” he said as he walked toward the gazebo.

  He was dressed in jeans, a white tee shirt, and his boots. I lagged behind him intentionally as he walked away, just so I could watch him walk. Something about a man in jeans and a perfectly clean white tee shirt had always made me weak in the knees. As he stepped onto the platform of the gazebo, he turned to face me and grinned.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I like that dress,” he said.

  I typically didn’t wear dresses, but Vince had bought me the dress to wear for our dinner. It was the anniversary of his father’s death, and it just so happened the day fell on a Sunday. Instead of mourning, he and his mother had a ritual of celebrating, which I thought was pretty ingenious.

  Vince, Emily, Jackson, Axton, Avery, and I had all come for dinner, and as they were all inside talking to Anita, Vince and I were taking a quick tour of the yard. It was nice to see Vince opening up to the other Sinners, and I especially liked Axt
on. He was pretty mean looking, but he was like a father to Vince, and even though he was extremely intense and seemed to be harsh at times, he always had Vince’s best interest at heart.

  “Well, you bought it,” I said.

  He glanced over each of my shoulders, toward the back of the house. After seeing what I expected he wanted to, he pointed to the wooden table in the center of the gazebo.

  “Bend over and pull it up,” he said as he motioned toward the table.

  I turned toward the house. I couldn’t see the back door, but I could see everything beside it, including the windows I knew were in the dining room.

  “Are you kidding me?” I asked as I turned to face Vince.

  He shook his head, folded his arms in front of his chest, and glared. “Do I look like it?”

  “We’re in the yard. And we’ve got to get in there to eat in a minute,” I said.

  The thought of doing it was a huge turn-on, but actually doing it was another story. As he stood and continued to glare at me, I felt myself getting wetter with each passing second. After what seemed like forever, but was realistically a few seconds, I couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Are you serious?” I asked.

  With his arms still folded in front of his chest, he nodded his head once. “I want to finger your little pussy.”

  With my back facing the house, and the waterfall directly behind me, I was protected from the view of anyone at the back door, but the remaining ten windows in the house had a clear shot at what we were doing. If there was anyone in the great room, dining room, upstairs bedrooms, or bathrooms, they would see everything.

  All in all, it was perfect.

  I walked to the table, bent over slightly, and flipped the dress over my hips.

  “No panties,” he said as he ran his hand along my inner thigh.

  “Nope,” I responded, my legs twitching in response to his touch.

  I felt his finger penetrate me. After sliding it in and out of my dripping wet pussy a few times, he obviously added another finger. I bit my lower lip and began to moan at the pressure of both fingers being forced deep inside me. As I pressed my chest onto the top of the wooden table, I lifted myself onto my tip-toes.