by Alexis Angel
I don’t know what it is, and I probably never will—because when he does it, my whole body goes rigor mortis for a second, and I realize the real reason Eric has leather cuffs attached to his bed.
It’s not just so he can lure innocent models into it and then keep them from escaping, no.
It’s because when he licks my cunt, I lose full control of my body. Whatever he’s doing to my clit makes my arms and legs twitch and thrash and strain so hard against the cuffs that I know in an instant that, if I wasn’t restrained, I’d be in danger of hurting him—or, more likely, myself.
That first orgasm hits me hard. Like being punched in the face—only by, like, a train or something. It makes me scream and moan and hyperventilate, and just when I think it might let up, I realize it’s actually arrived at this panty party with a fucking friend.
Two orgasms like that, one after another, would normally be enough to exhaust me completely. But that’s nothing compared to what Eric has in store next.
“Tell me how you lost your virginity,” Eric commands.
I swallow hard. I’ve barely returned to reality from the orgasmic plane, and he’s asking me questions? The fuck, dude?
“I’m not sure I still know English right now,” I laugh.
But then his thumb is on my clit, and fuck, fuck, fuck! This is a man who really knows how to get a girl to do his bidding. If he keeps rubbing my clit like that, he could ask me to speak fucking Finnish for him, and I’d find a way.
“Fuck—uh…oh, god, please, Eric!” I whimper.
“Answer the question.”
I want to fight him. I want to snarl and hiss and sass and call him names.
But here’s the thing: I can’t think of fuck-all while he’s rubbing my clit like that except for how to please him and how to get more.
“I was eighteen,” I say, getting it out of the way as quickly as I can. “My boyfriend at the time—right after graduation—I told him I wanted him to fuck me, and he did. The end.”
“Did you orgasm?”
I laugh. “I was eighteen, Eric, not fucking stupid.”
“Good girl,” he says, and if he says anything more, I don’t hear it. With just a twitch of his thumb, he has me orgasming again. It’s even harder this time—so hard that my fucking ears pop.
When the orgasm subsides, Eric’s cock is rubbing up against my clit. I realize I’m straining my wrists against the cuffs and moaning against his lips.
“What’s your favorite thing about sex?” Eric asks me, and I know better than to try and fight him this time.
With Eric, it’s all about giving in. To pleasure. To the experience.
Bending to his stupid fucking macho billionaire will.
“The other person,” I whisper with every ounce of focus I have to spare. His cock is catching my clit with every thrust, teasing me with brief, sharp moments of sensation that leave me desperate for more. “The feel of them—their smell—their body against mine, oh my god, just like that, just like you’re doing now—”
Eric’s fingers twist into my hair as he positions his cock against my entrance and presses into me. My cunt is twitching wildly at that point, like it’s trying to swallow him up. It succeeds—because I take Eric’s gigantic, fat 12-inch dick more quickly and easily than I ever have before.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice strained and urgent.
“Yes,” I breathe back. “God, fuck yes, Eric. Fuck. The hell. Yes.”
He withdraws slightly, then thrusts deeper. The leather around my wrists is suddenly a problem—because something has shifted between us, something even bigger and heavier than Eric’s huge fucking cock—and I want nothing more than to hold him. To wrap my arms around his body and feel his muscles rippling as he feeds my pussy more and more of his enormous length.
He’s not just fucking me. He’s making love to me. He’s thrusting his huge, throbbing man meat in to my cunt with the utmost love and care, giving me exactly what I told him I wanted.
The feel of him. The smell of his neck as I trace the tip of my nose from his collar bone to his jaw. The impossible length of his cock as he penetrates me, driving himself deeper and deeper until, oh god, I’m coming again—
“ERIC!” I cry out, trashing against my bonds and sobbing against his shoulder. “ERIC! ERIC! ERIC!”
“Kara,” Eric growls through his teeth. “Fucking Christ—Kara! Kara! Kara!”
He releases a torrent of cum inside me. I can feel myself getting filled, then his cum leaking out, then being filled all over again.
I don’t think he’s ever going to stop coming. I think he could come inside me for forever.
In that moment, I think I want him to. I don’t want the orgasm to stop. I want this moment to last.
When he finally collapses on top of me, he doesn’t take his cock out. No, Eric’s massive dick stays nestled safely inside my cunt—exactly where I want it.
What he does do, though, is move his fingers to my wrists, uncuffing me so I can hold him. If it wasn’t for all the mind-blowing orgasms he’s just given me, I would say that there’s no sweeter release in the world…
But, well, you can’t really knock multiple orgasms, honestly.
Holding him feels pretty fucking good anyway.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him like I’m afraid that if I let go, he’ll leave.
I don’t know whether I want to cry, or scream, or just fuck him again. I mean, like, honestly…probably the last one, and maybe the other two at some other point in the night.
I want to tell him I love him, is the real thing. I want to tell him that I love him, that I’m falling in love with him and every moment I spend with him is like an orgasm without all the screaming and the pussy-throbbing…
But I can’t. I won’t. You don’t just spring that on a guy after sex, y’know?
That’s how you make a guy never want to see you again. And even if it wasn’t for the pageant, I kind of want to see this sexy hunk of a man between my legs every day for the rest of my life.
Instead, I just kiss his collar bone and nuzzle his neck. That’s harmless, right? Totally fucking acceptable.
Nobody can blame me for kissing on the dude who just made me come so many fucking times.
Except, I can blame me. I know what I want to tell him, and it’s fucking killing me to hold it in.
Actually, you know what? Fuck it. Fuck it all.
I’m going to tell him, and whatever happens after that will happen.
I didn’t lose all that weight just so I could live a half-life out of fear.
Fuck it.
“Eric,” I say, turning my lips to his ear. “I—”
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Kara,” he whispers to me.
And, like, holy shit.
I don’t believe what I’ve just heard.
I’m not sure that Eric believes it himself.
“Wait, what? Really?” I stutter, stunned.
“I’m sorry if that’s moving too fast,” Eric says. I can feel him breathing in my hair, kissing the waves and tracing his nose against my scalp. “I’ve never done this before—I’m just making this up as I go, really.”
“No!” I say, laughing. “No, Eric. Babe. It’s just…I think I’m falling for you too. Is that insane?”
“Considering your ankles are still strapped to my bed,” he admits, casting a glance down to the leather cuffs still at my feet. “Maybe a little.”
“Well…I still mean it,” I say stubbornly. “And not just because of the orgasms, either.”
“I could always give you more orgasms,” Eric offers. “Just to be sure.”
“Mmm,” I say, imagining. “Fuck, I don’t even know if I can handle more.”
Eric drops his lips to my breasts, kissing across them with burning hot lips.
“You’d be surprised what you can handle, Kara Gilmore,” he purrs against my nipples. “You can always handle more.”
And then his cock
is out of me and he’s kissing down my stomach again, apparently prepared to prove his theory.
“God,” I moan. “You must be hungry, Eric.”
He smiles up at me from between my legs. “After the workout you just gave me? I’m starving.”
It’s a cheesy fucking line, and it makes me giggle. But it’s not long before those giggles dissolve into moans, and those moans dissolve into…
Well, what can I say. When Eric Hale is right…he’s really fucking right.
Chase
If Kara’s sexy fucking ass gets any more curvy, I’m pretty sure she’s going to rip right through her fucking yoga pants.
And even if she doesn’t, at this point, I’m not totally sure that I’m not just going to rip through them for her.
It’s late at Power Plus. Late enough that I don’t have to deal with any jerk-offs gawking at my girl—or at me, for that matter. Power Plus is a 24-hour gym, but there are some times of the night that people just don’t want to fucking work out.
Lucky for me, then, that Kara likes it late. Means we get to have the whole place to ourselves, which suits me just fucking fine.
I’m always up for a work out, especially when Kara’s hot body is involved.
I’m not into all that mind game shit like Eric is, man. I don’t have the head for it, and I don’t want to. Eric’s all about getting under a girl’s skin, bending her to his will and shit—but that ain’t me.
I’d rather bend Kara in other ways, truth be told—like bending her over this lifting bench and ruining her fucking yoga pants.
“You’re putting on muscle fast,” I comment approvingly, watching as Kara does a set of rows with one knee resting on the bench. She arches her back real good, just like I fucking taught her, so I can properly admire exactly how much sexy progress she’s making.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asks, pausing mid-row.
“Fuck, no,” I say, smacking her ass. “You’re getting strong, Kara. Only weak men are afraid of strong women—everyone fucking knows that.”
“I just don’t want to get too buff,” she laughs. “I need to maintain some femininity, y’know?”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “Kara, I don’t know how many times I’ve gotta tell you this, but listen—with those tits, that face, and those curves, nobody is going to be mistaking you for a man anytime soon. Besides—you’re bulking on cum, not steroids. The way the good lord intended.”
“I’m not sure He intended for me to be drinking like…64 fluid ounces of semen a day, Chase,” Kara says, narrowing her eyes.
“Then why did He make it taste so good? Stop over-analyzing shit, babe.” I grab her ass and squeeze one cheek in my hand for good measure. God—she’s filling out so fucking well. “I like you like this, and you like you like this—and that’s all that matters.”
I run my hand up her back, all the way to that sexy, messy bun she’s pulled her hair up into. It’d be perfect for grabbing while I fuck her sweet little mouth—but I know I need to keep my dick to myself until she gets her fucking workout sorted.
I want to fuck Kara just as bad as the next guy, but I mean, you don’t fuck with someone’s workout. That’s just fucking rude, and I reckon I’m a pretty polite kind of guy.
When I want to be, at least.
“Okay,” Kara sighs, straightening to re-rack her dumb bell. “That’s the end of that set. What’s next?”
Now, right now, my dick wants me to say, Ride my cock until your eyes go crossed, but I’ve already determined that that’s not the kind of workout Kara needs right now.
“How about some squats?” I say with a grin. “I fucking love watching you do squats.”
“I bet you do,” she coos back at me.
My fucking cock twitches. That voice, man. That fucking voice.
It’s the same voice she’s always using when she wants another taste of my man meat, and who am I to be the one to deny this girl?
“Get in the rack and lower that ass for me, babe,” I say with a lopsided grin. If I was any less handsome, I’d feel fucking creepy, looking at Kara the way I am right now. But in fact, I’m the best looking man I know—and that means women don’t fucking mind so much when I stare.
Actually, judging by the way Kara is carefully shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she squares up in the rack, I’d say she wants me to look.
“Like what you see?” she asks, blowing me a kiss.
God dammit. I like what I see way too fucking much.
“I don’t see you pushing any weight there, princess,” I say, instead of doing what I want to do—which is pick her up, hold her upside down and use her mouth like it’s nothing more than a wet cunt. “I’d like to see you fucking work tonight, is what I’d like to see.”
“Aw,” Kara pouts. “Chase, come on. You feel it, too, don’t you?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “You’re fucking horny, aren’t you, Kara?”
She bites her lip and nods, whimpering a little. It’s a look that says, Oh, poor Kara! Hasn’t gotten any dick in like, twelve hours, what a rough life!
“Well aren’t you just pathetic,” I chuckle, cupping her jaw in my hand and leaning in for a kiss. I don’t quite meet her lips, though—I make it so she has to lean into me.
“Terribly pathetic,” she whispers, closing her eyes and leaning in, just like I wanted her to.
In the last second before our lips meet, I pull away.
“Hey!” she snaps, furrowing that sexy fucking brow of hers. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“Look,” I level with her. “I want to fuck you just as bad as you want to fuck me. But I want to see you work for it. Think you can do that?”
Kara sighs, rolls her eyes, and then rolls the bar onto her shoulders. She squats just that—just the bar—and nothing else. Like that’s supposed to impress me or some shit.
I can’t even pretend I’m not amused. It’s sexy as hell, a girl who wants dick as bad as Kara does and isn’t afraid to show it.
But I’m not just her fuck buddy right now. I’m also her trainer. And while I enjoy mixing work and pleasure just as much as the next guy, I’m not letting her off that easy.
No matter how sexy she looks when she thinks I don’t see her checking out my dick.
“Is that the best you can do?” I ask, wheeling around in front of her.
“Yep,” she says, licking her lips.
“See, I’ve got a problem with that, Kara,” I tell her. I curl my fingers around the bar across her shoulders. Now we’re touching. We’re fucking close.
Every time she breathes, she’s breathing me in—and I see her full, sexy chest start to rise and fall faster as she realizes it.
“What’s the problem, handsome?”
“I think you’re a fucking liar, is the problem,” I say with an evil grin.
“So what if I am?”
Aw, fuck. Even now she’s baiting me—and pretty soon, I’m not going to have a choice but to give in.
“I think dirty little sluts who lie about what they’re capable of need to be punished, Kara,” I say, moving in a little closer.
“I think so, too,” she agrees. She’s practically panting now. Like a bitch in fucking heat.
“Mm,” I hum. “So we’re in agreement.”
She licks her lips again. “Definitely.”
“Good,” I tell her, backing away again. “No dick until you lift what you’re capable of, then.”
“Aw! Chase, that’s not fucking fair, and you know it!” Kara slams the bar back up onto the rack and comes towards me, temper flaring. “I’ve been drinking those fucking protein shakes all day, Chase—and all I can think about is how they’re totally full of your cum! Can you imagine if you were licking my pussy all day?”
I close my eyes, and, far from the first time today, imagine Kara’s hot, tasty cunt pressed up against my lips.
“I can,” I tell her. “All too well.”
“Well,” she say
s, “Wouldn’t it make you too horny to think, too?”
“Mm. It does.”
“So…help me be less distracted then, hot stuff.”
When I open my eyes again, Kara is bent over the rack with her back arched and her ass sticking out. Her yoga pants are stretched so thin when she’s like that, I can imagine just pulling my fucking cock out and pressing it against them until they split at the seams.
“You’re a naughty little bitch, Kara. You know that, right?”
She grins. “You fucking love it.”
I sigh, shake my head, and finally—I give in.
“Okay,” I relent. “You fuckin’ asked for it.”
Kara
Chase can’t resist me any longer, and it’s a damn good thing. I can’t walk away from today’s workout without giving it my all…but it’s fucking hard when I’m fucking horny! I really just need him to fuck the motivation into me and the distraction out of me.
I can’t focus on this fucking workout without his cock somewhere, god damn anywhere, inside of me today. I’ve had enough waiting.
Even if we weren’t in the gym alone, I’d fuck him right here, right now. The thought of his dick has me so wet I’m literally slipping on some of the equipment. And fuck the idea of squatting one more time if it’s not on Chase’s hard, fat cock.
“So, what’ll it b—” I start. I can’t finish my sentence, because before I can even move myself away from the bench, Chase is behind me, pressing his cock against my ass.
“What were you saying, Kara?” he asks playfully.
I know full well what he’s getting at, and I’m not stopping him. I wiggle my ass against him, feeling his cock twitch under the fabric.
I love how turned on he is by me. It’s so refreshing not to worry about getting him in the mood. He and Eric are always ready to fuck me.
“I was just thinking—”
“No,” Chase interrupts me. “No thinking allowed now. You want this cock…”
Then right there, I hear a RIIIIIPPP as his cock tears through the seam of my yoga pants. I’m not wearing panties beneath them, and he’s not playing around.