by Abby Angel
Darcy starts moving his face up and down my pussy lips, lapping skillfully and playfully at the same time. I raise my hips, inviting his tongue inside my pussy.
He takes the bait and shoves his tongue deep inside my cunt, wiggling it around the hole. I moan deep and throw my head side to side as he pleases me.
He starts bobbing his head against my cunt, forcing his nose against my clit and pushing his tongue in and out of me. My clit is swollen and throbbing, and my cunt is burning with desire for his touch.
As he tongue fucks me, I grab his hair with my hand and grind my pussy hard against his mouth. He grips my hips tight, this time not to force his control over me but to accept my force as well.
This must be why I’m so special to him. I’m a challenge. I’m just as addictive to him as he is to me.
He fights with himself to keep control, but he wants to give in too. I’m so riled up by the mental games we’re playing as we’re teasing each other that I’m aching to come.
Darcy moves his hands from my hips and brings his lips back to my clit. He slides two fingers into my pussy and presses them against my G-spot, massaging it as he makes out with my love button.
As he pumps his hand against my cunt, I rock my hips back on him and roll them around against his fingers. I’m on the verge of exploding like fireworks and coming all over his face and fingers.
I take my own hands and start massaging my still cum-covered tits, groping them hard to match the intense fingering of my cunt.
The line of the roman candle is lit, and I roll my hips up as it sets off. Jolts of pleasure travel throughout my body like sparks of gunpowder igniting in spurts. Sure enough, an explosion of pleasure ensues, and I’m enraptured in my own orgasm.
My mind is blank, and my vision is a blur as my cum gushes out of my pussy and onto Darcy’s fingers and his chin.
Darcy pulls his fingers out of me and offers them to me, holding them to my face. What am I supposed to do? I wouldn’t turn it down for the world.
I happily lap my cum from Darcy’s strong, fat fingers, and as he pulls them out, I sit up and catch my breath.
I glance up and down at Darcy and am reminded of his spectacular cock as I stare at it at full attention yet again. Goddamn, that fucking thing is huge. I want it inside of me.
I stand up and straighten my clothing and tousle my hair gently. Floor sex gives you the most stubborn tangles, but I do what I can to tame it before it’s too cumbersome.
Darcy follows suit and is on his feet just moments after me. He holds me from behind and breathes onto my neck and pecks his lips, starting at my jawbone and ending at my shoulder.
His hands cup my tits. They’re such a perfect size and shape for his large hands—just enough for him to hold and for them to spill over slightly. He massages them and pushes his cock against my leg.
I place my hands over his and drag them down my curvy waist and onto my hips. I let go and run my hand up behind me and bring my face close to his, my head tilted up.
I breathe in his cologne, and my fingers rest on the back of his neck. I poke my ass out and brush against his lower abs and cock, swaying back and forth sensually.
I bring my hand back down and stretch my torso and bring my hands all the way down to my ankles. I adjust my feet so they’re about shoulder width apart, and I wiggle my now fully exposed pussy at him, insinuating what I desire to happen without uttering a single word.
Darcy holds his cock in his hand as he positions himself against me. I feel him push it against my pussy. He puts his other hand on the edge of my spine as he guides his cock inside my cunt.
He moves his hands back to my hips and thrusts in and out a few times before finally sinking the entire thing into me.
My cunt has twelve inches of thick cock buried deep inside of it. I am amazed every single time he fucks me because it just slides in so perfectly. This guy has a talent of making it fit like none other.
I quiver with pleasure as his perfect hips slam against my ass, his cock so deep inside my pussy.
“Holy fuck, Darcy!” I can’t help but shout. “Fuck me. Please fuck me as hard as you fucking can. I love being full with your cock. Just take me and make me your fucking slut.”
Darcy doesn’t skip a fucking beat. Without hesitation, he rams his cock into me and pumps in and out so fast I can feel the friction forcing our skin to be warm on each other.
As his cock thrusts into my pussy, I can feel it pulse and throb, stretching my hole just slightly. The more it happens, the more slutty I feel. I love having my cunt pushed to the limit, and I love him experimenting with me, testing my every boundary.
My hands are gripped tight around my ankles, and I’m squeezing so hard I’m afraid I’ll rupture my own fucking Achilles tendon. My thighs and calves tense and relax with each thrust, causing the muscles to burn in the best way possible while getting plowed with a massive cock.
I moan in short, expressive sounds. I sound kind of like I’m on a rocket about to be launched into space. This man is fucking me so hard I don’t know what to even do with myself other than sit like a good little slut and take it for as long as I can before I squirt all over him.
Just then, Darcy slows himself. Still buried in my pussy, he leans his torso over my back and pulls me up by my hair. I release my ankles from my grasp, some blood flow returns to my feet, and I feel tingling up through both of my legs.
“Do you trust me?” asks Darcy. His question catches me off guard, but I’m quick to reply with certainty.
“Absolutely,” I assure him.
“Good.”
Darcy hugs me around my waist and kisses the back of my neck. As he pulls himself back upright, he tugs at the scarf around my neck from behind. I feel a slight head rush and start coughing.
“Darcy,” his name barely escapes my throat.
“Lizzie, trust me. Not another word,” he practically barks.
I do trust him. I would bet my life on him never trying to harm me. But I would be wrong if I said I wasn’t still nervous somewhere in my being.
I shake it off as much as I can and go with his plan. I breathe, and I let go.
Darcy thrusts hard into my aching cunt. He gives the scarf a good tug as it’s pressed against my neck.
Ooooh. What an exhilarating sensation. I’m beginning to see what he’s getting at here.
He pushes my back down some, forcing my upper body to hang against the scarf he has leveraged up at chest level.
It’s not a hard-enough pressure that I can’t breathe at all—it’s just enough to limit my oxygen levels, making me go a little loopy as we fuck. As I float in this euphoric cloud, I’m taking all twelve inches of his cock in stride.
Because of the scarf, each thrust is heightened. I’m on the verge of coming all over his cock.
His grip tightens on the scarf, and it absolutely sends me over the edge. I gyrate my hips and flex them forward as I feel an incredible tingling feeling throughout my body, starting at the top of my head and traveling all the way through to my toes. Suddenly, my cunt is brimming with my own cum before I relax my pussy’s muscles and spew it all over Darcy’s thick cock.
I moan out in ecstasy and weep at his beautiful girth as it exits my cunt.
Darcy let’s go of the scarf and holds me from behind. I huff and puff and pant, trying to bring my breathing back to normal. Darcy is a beautiful dominant man. He comforts me and reassures me everything is as it should be every time he plays with my limits.
After some gentle nuzzling and kissing, I’m calm. I’m actually better than calm. I want more.
Of course I want more. I’m his little slut. I want him to take everything I am and turn it into some form of pleasure.
He’s a drug, and I’m an addict.
“That was spectacular, Darcy,” I comment. “Thank you, sir.” I nod to him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he responds. “I knew you would.” His tone is just a little bit snarky; he’s poking fun at my initial
hesitation.
“You know just what I want and when I want it. What can I say but I’m never left unsatisfied?” I say.
“Then I know exactly what you’re going to do. Get on all fours,” orders Darcy.
I drop to my knees so quickly I’m not sure if he’s even finished his sentence at first. Once I’m at the floor, I stabilize myself with both hands in front of me, about shoulder width apart. My legs are pressed together, and my ass is sticking out from under my skirt, which I’m somehow still wearing.
I guess when it’s hot enough, you just don’t care if there are clothes involved or not. I already am going to have to get my shirt dry-cleaned. I might as well toss in the whole outfit from today.
Darcy brings himself to his knees again. He’s standing behind me, with a full view of my bare ass and my pussy lips peeking through. Darcy rubs my butt cheeks, admiring the plumpness of my ass.
After caressing for a few moments, he brings his hand back and strikes his hand forward firmly against my right butt cheek.
I gasp and jut forward, surprised. I bite my lip and wiggle my ass at him, beckoning him to do it again. He obliges and smacks my left butt cheek with a thwap.
He does it a third time, right across both cheeks and even smacking my pussy some. I writhe and lower my head down, my chin greeted by my tits. I clench my fist and moan, wiggling my ass at him even more.
Darcy takes his hands and caresses my ass again, this time with red markings from his bare-bottomed spanking. He takes one butt cheek in each hand and spreads them apart, revealing my tight, puckered asshole. He rubs his thumb over it, and I feel it spasm against his touch.
Keeping the cheeks apart, he immerses his face into the crevice of my ass and starts passionately tonguing at my hole. I moan in approval and dig my fingernails into the carpet beneath me.
“Mmmm, Darcy, you make me feel so dirty.”
He releases my butt cheeks from his grasp and wraps his arms around my legs tightly, keeping my asshole pressed hard against his tongue. He thrusts it deep inside me and pushes it in and out, getting it all slick.
I could sit here all day and let him lick my asshole, but I know for a fact that I want this man’s cum to coat me again. I need him to shove that meat into my asshole while it’s primed and ready to go.
“Darcy! Darcy! Fuck me in my tight little ass. Your little slut wants it so badly!” I shout at him.
“For someone that was once so hesitant to let me fuck their little sluthole, you sure are eager for me to jam my cock into it,” Darcy remarks before lining his cock up against my pucker. He spits onto his cock and pumps his hand, rubbing the spit in for good measure.
Darcy pushes the head of his cock into my ass. Just the tip. Then he stops and waits.
My cunt throbs from that alone. He caresses my back, tracing his hands up and down and lands them firmly on my hips. I start pushing back against his cock, easing it into my ass.
My movements are small and minimal at first, but soon they grow to be full-on thrusts against his hard, massive cock. I cry out in pleasure as I push onto him and feel my ass against his hip bones. He’s inside me as far as it goes, and I am fucking ecstatic.
Darcy starts pounding into me, his balls slamming against my cunt and tickling my clit as his cock jams in and out of my tight ass. At this point, I’m full-on grunting at each pump into me.
I’m sucked into a submissive state, and I throw my arms behind me and grab my own ass, allowing him to push even deeper into me and stretching my hole open.
He thrusts hard against my ass and I spasm. He takes my forearms and grips them tight as he humps me, creating a different leverage point and tilting his cock in a different position, unlocking a whole new sensation I haven’t felt before. I moan in long, intense intervals just overwhelmed with all of the pleasure I’m experiencing under Darcy’s fantastic cock.
I feel myself pushed into a trance, and I release hard in an orgasm. As I scream out to Darcy that I’m coming, his cock throbs hard inside me, and I feel my ass engorge with his cum. The extreme pressure of my full ass pushes his cock out of me, and I quickly turn myself over and allow him to come all over my torso and my chest.
I fucking love having his hot, creamy cum coating my perky bosom. As his cum leaks from my ass, it also covers my chest and my collarbone.
I bring my hand down to my ass and scoop up what’s escaped my hole and lay it onto my chest before rubbing it all onto my skin. The warm, slick liquid is so comforting. I grab my tits hard and pinch my nipples, feeling my fingers slide right off them from the slippery coating.
Darcy brings himself to the floor with me. He lies on his side and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. He nestles his body onto mine, and I wiggle into his shape.
We lay together, enjoying the aftermath of our reunion.
“Definitely not a white dress for you,” Darcy confirms.
I shake my head violently and smirk, trying my best not to give in to his stupid comments. He kisses my neck softly, and I lean my head away, letting him do as he pleases.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’ve never been more happy and more satisfied in my life. Darcy is my nirvana.
As we cuddle on the floor of the cam room, we find each other’s breathing rhythm, and soon our lungs are expanding and collapsing as one.
We’re not fatigued, we’re blissful—enveloped in a serenity I’ve never experienced before. Quietly, and simultaneously, we start nodding off.
Before I’m fully out, I hear Darcy whisper into my ear, “I love you, Lizzie.”
He kisses the back of my neck. I squeeze his arms and relax and drift off to sleep, blanketed by my perfect Mr. Big.
Blessed
A Bad Priest Romance
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angels Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.
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Connor
"Would you like anything to drink, sir?" The young stewardess asks me, and I shake my head politely.
"I’m fine, thank you, Lisa," I say, reading her name from the tag on her breast.
"Let me know if you need anything," she continues, looking straight into my eyes. "Anything," she adds, stressing the word in a way that’s almost too forceful. Keeping a serene posture, I look back at her and just give her an acknowledging nod.
"Thank you," I repeat, making sure that my words are polite but curt. Her eager smile fades slightly and, even though she bats her eyelids at me a few times, she finally turns on her heels and struts back to her seat at the end of the cabin. Of course, she sways her hips lewdly as she walks down the aisle, her round ass cheeks flexing under her tight stewardess skirt.
We’re alone in the small cabin of the plane, just the two of us, and that’s definitely helping her being this brash. Even though I’m looking out the window right now, the United States coastline is already shaping up in the distance, I know that if I turn around and look at her, she’d look right back at me with a devilish stare.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not like she isn’t a beautiful woman, because she definitely is all that and then some. Full lips, long brown hair down to her shoulders, and a figure capable of driving any man to the brink of insanity… She’s everything a man wants in a woman, at least when it comes down to our most primal instincts.
If this little scene happened a few years ago, I’d be telling you a very different story right now. I mean, me and a beautiful woman inside a private jet? It isn’t hard to figure out the consequences of that. But, unfortunately for our friend Lisa, I’m not the same man I used to be. But, of course, it’s al
so possible that the kind of man I am right now is also what’s making Lisa so interested.
You see, even though I’m wearing a black tailored suit right now, I’m not like other handsome men my age. I’ve devoted my life to a higher purpose, and this young stewardess knows that.
No, I’m not a priest, if that’s what you’re thinking.
I’m part of what’s called the Order of the Temple, a community of men who have devoted their lives to the betterment of the world. We’re not exactly priests or monks, though; we’re secular men, pooling our knowledge and resources to make the world a better place. We work under the tutelage of the Catholic Church, and we have our origins in a story from the Gospels: it’s said that when Jesus visited the temple in Jerusalem, the place was packed with merchants. In a bout of righteous fury, he kicked them all out, accusing them of turning the temple into a "den of thieves."
The Order of the Temple emerged as a secretive branch of the Catholic Church, and our purpose is to guide the most powerful and wealthy men in the world. No, we’re not some kind of Illuminati society. It’s nothing like that; we don’t seek power or control. All we want to do is guide those with the most power in society toward the greater good.
Of course, most people have a hard time accepting the fact that I’ve devoted my life to such a mission. That’s only normal, I suppose—after all, I’m not exactly the kind of guy you’d believe to be spiritual or religious.
I’m 6’1, as ripped as an Olympian, and I’ve got the looks to back it up, at least that’s what the women I come across insist on telling me. I think that most people just can’t accept the fact that a guy like me could have a higher calling. And, to be honest with you, I used to think the same.
Back when I was just an eighteen-year-old, making my dent in a D-I school as a football player, I had everything a guy my age could’ve wanted, which of course, means that I had women throwing themselves at my feet every single hour of the day.
Somehow, that got old fast. There was a certain hollowness inside me, and that hollowness kept on growing with each time I succumbed to lust. The way I see it, I was a young weak man and, above all things, I wanted to be strong.