I want to stop her, honestly I do, but she moves fast and I don’t react fast enough. Or I don’t want to. Mary Anne tilts her hip slightly and a second later, sinks down on my cock until I’m wedged all the way inside of her.
Fuck, she’s so tight.
Her inner walls are clamped around my shaft, her lips are rubbing against my stomach, and I feel every contour and curve. I’m out of my mind right now in disbelief. I’m inside her, and there’s nothing between us. She’s not the only one who’s ruined now. The moment lights up with intensity. This contact has changed us forever. I sure as fuck don’t want another living soul in the way I want her now. She rocks for a few pumps, and I’m past sanity. I grip and spread her ass cheeks apart, helping her efforts for more contact. The responsible voice at the back of my head grows silent. It’s on board. It wants to wreck her, too.
Thank God she pulls off just then. She climbs out of my lap and crawls into the bed on her hands and knees, and stays that way, waiting for me.
I take the invitation for what it is. Heading over to my night stand, I pull out a box of condoms. My boxers are soon down my legs and thrown across the room at record speed. I roll a condom down my thick, steely length. She hums out a moan when I climb into bed, and she pushes her ass against my groin when she feels me getting close. I’m on my knees, positioning myself at her opening. I grip her hips so hard, I’m sure she’ll cry out any moment from the pain of my nails digging into her skin. On her faint whimper for me to fuck her hard, I give her exactly what she wants. I impale her. My cock drives past her folds and I bury myself balls deep inside of her, right to the root.
Her channel is so wet and is clenched so tight around me, I barely notice the difference now that I’ve wrapped up my dick in this XXL condom. She begins to rock back and forth, taking her pleasure as every stroke hits hard. I place my hands on her waist and tilt her hips to a new angle. Her moan transforms to a hiss. Yes. I’ve hit the spot, and now that I’ve found it, I don’t relent. I pound her over and over, attacking her G-spot until she wails out through her climax. Her back flexes, and the walls of her pussy flutter and tighten, clinching my cock as her juices flow down my shaft. I roll my hips, thrusting inside of her, penetrating her more deeply each time.
“I’m not done with you,” I growl, and soon she’s climbing to another orgasm, and tips over the edge. Her inner walls pulse and shake, massaging my dick, daring me to explode. I pull her ass back as I slam into her over and over again, extending her climax as I approach mine at lightning speed. The pressure in my balls has built up too much. I close my eyes to ward off the flashes of light going wild behind my eyes. Two or three or twenty strokes later, I lose all control. I shudder through an explosive orgasm that has my abs clenched, my lungs fighting for air, and my legs shaking just as Mary Anne hits her peak. She lets out a loud cry, and I’m thankful these walls are soundproof. Needing a minute or so to rest, I bend forward and rest my forehead on her shoulder.
“Fuck,” I mutter between inhales.
“That was a great start,” she confesses in a whisper.
I have to smile.
I’m glad she knows it’s just the beginning. I remain like this for a moment before pulling out and discarding the used condom. Stretching out beside her, I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips hungrily.
“You won’t be saying that in the morning,” I moan into her mouth, rubbing her back. “I guarantee you that.”
Mary Anne pulls away from the kiss. She flashes me a naughty glance. She moves down the bed and comes to rest between my legs. Our eyes lock. I’m holding my breath as she studies my dick. She's in awe, biting her bottom lip as she appears to decide what to do to it first.
“Mmm,” she moans eagerly. “I guess you can back up all that ego after all.”
I start to nod, but she grasps the base of my cock with one hand and lowers her mouth to the tip. Her tongue slips out of her mouth. She licks the head of my cock. I may have just come a few minutes ago, but my dick is ready to go again. It springs up, going from zero to rigid and swollen in no time at all. I’m pretty sure I need to control myself more because it’s Mary Anne. Otherwise I’ll erupt all over that pretty little face. She licks all the way from the tip right up to the base, moving her hand away so her tongue can keep going. She begins to lick my balls, moaning as if it’s turning her on. My legs start to shake, and her eyes flick up to connect with mine. That look on her face is playful. She must be enjoying this.
I close my eyes as she returns her attention to my groin. She places her lips at the tip again and this time, she lowers down, taking as much of the shaft in. She works her tongue, relaxing her jaw until the head is at the back of her throat. She licks and dips, raises up and sucks, repeating the pattern over and over until I’ve gone wild. I lift my head off the pillow for a better view. My hands find their way to the back of her head, gripping her hair and fucking her sweet little mouth.
It doesn’t take much this second time. All the muscles in my entire body bunch and convulse as I erupt into her mouth. She holds my gaze as she consumes every drop, and after she’s done, she returns to cuddling in my arms. I want to tell her how good that felt, but I decide I’ll show her in my own way.
Still breathing heavily, I slide my arm out from under her. “I’ll be right back, sweet thing.”
After cleaning up in the bathroom, I head to the locked cabinet in my walk-in closet. Time to make my woman scream.
Chapter 8
Mary Anne
I’ve had a damn good time so far, but when Levi steps out of his walk-in closet with a familiar wooden box under his arm, I know for sure he is my soul mate. Or my fuck mate. I don’t know yet. The box is familiar because I own one just like it. Levi's about to pull out all the stops and drive me to insanity. The small, vintage hand-carved wooden box has serpentine embellishments around the latch and keyhole, and is lined with red silk inside.
“I see we’re about to go kinky,” I say, smiling.
“You’ve had my treats, now it’s time for a few tricks,” he offers, grinning. He opens the box. “How did you know?”
I let him in on the fact that I’m into healthy sexual alternatives, ones where the only real limits are the mind, and of course, the utterance of a safe word.
He's impressed. Maybe a bit relieved, too. “I’ll go easy on you tonight.”
“I’d rather you not, but okay,” I answer. “But first times should be tame, just in case your idea of mild play turns out to be my idea of unbearable and way too far off the reservation.”
“Works for me,” he says, holding up a broad, red silk ribbon. “Ready?”
I nod and laugh. “Go ahead. Have your way with me.”
His eyes darken and grow lustful as he straddles me. At the moment, his massive cock is so close to my face, I can’t think of anything but taking it into my mouth, but he’s in control now. So I wait. He covers my eyes with the first ribbon and ties it behind my head, then wraps another around my wrists. With the loss of sight, my anticipation grows, my core tightens, and with that, my breathing starts to race. I start to wish for speed in favor of torture. I don’t know how long I can stay like this. Not when it’s Levi holding the reins. Lifting my hands over my head, he fixes them to the headboard.
I sense warmth close to my cheeks. It’s his hand cupping one side of my face. “It’s not too tight. Relax,” he says, probably referring to my breathing, which is starting to sound like I’m hyperventilating.
I don’t mean to, but I tug my arms up. He was right that there was lots of wiggle room, but not enough for me to free myself. Levi spreads my legs wide, binding each one before using a longer ribbon or rope to attach me to the footboard. With the blindfold on, my other senses are heightened. I pick up the excitement in his voice, and the warmth of the sheets on my back contrasts with swirls of cool air passing over my body. A window must be open. Or maybe it’s the air conditioning, as it was over seventy-five degrees earlier today, completely normal weather
here in Baton Rouge. Either way, the sensation spreads goosebumps all over my body and is making me wet. My arousal wafts into my nose.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he groans.
The mattress moves on one side, tilting me to the left, and immediately after that, I hear his footsteps. He’s off the bed for sure. The instinct to call out to him is so strong that I press my lips together to stop myself. I’m so excited that I’m liable to come the second he puts his hands on me. Or his tongue. I start to wonder how long he’ll take to return to the room. It’s perfectly silent except for the humming. There’s movement on the bed again, and Levi settles between my legs.
Something light and hot moves from my neck all the way down to my lower stomach. It’s not as hot as wax, and it’s not a liquid. I’m stumped about what it might be as he traces it back up my body, across to my neck and up the side of my face. I hiss as the object travels down past the peaks of my breasts. My nipples pebble like rocks. All I want is for him to take it in his mouth and suck, to relieve some of the tingling pressure. My pelvis tilts up on its own, desperate for Levi to pass it over my sweet spot.
The second I make that move I feel the hot, wet roughness of Levi’s tongue tracing along my folds. My whole body bucks from the shock. He lets out a gravelly laugh that vibrates through my core. He presses his hands to my inner thighs, spreading me wider and exposing more of my pussy to his hot torture. His tongue dips into my center, swiftly passes over my clit and then he’s gone again. I writhe on the bed from his unpredictable touch, struggling under the wrist and ankle bindings.
Levi groans out, “Fuck, I can’t wait. I have to be inside you now.”
Relief washes over me. If he took any more time teasing me this way I swear I’d be a puddle on the floor. The familiar sound of a condom wrapper crinkles, then rips. He shoves a thick pillow under my hips. There’s a pause. Then I gasp and tremble as he buries his cock inside me in one sharp move. It almost feels like an instant orgasm. Scratch that. It has to be one, because I’m convulsing and shaking from an explosion of raw pleasure that expands up to the hairs on my head and down to my curled toes. Flashes of every color of the rainbow flood the blackness behind my eyelids. Then Levi thrusts into my quivering center again before pulling out and slamming into me that much harder. Giving. Taking. Owning me.
I cry out, almost drowning out his own sounds as he drives into me for what seems like forever. It can be five minutes or fifty that have passed. That’s what this partial sensory deprivation followed by sensual overload does to my perception. He pounds me until each thrust is more erratic than the last one. On his last stroke, where he keeps his groin pressed tightly against my mound, he comes with a foreign, primal growl.
I’m in my bliss at the moment, weak and barely registering his heavy breaths. After pulling out, he removes the blindfold and bindings one by one and stretches out beside me. I reach my hands up around his neck and press into his hot, wet torso. Levi kisses the top of my head.
“Rest.” That’s all he says. Smiling, my eyes close and I drift off with my body buzzing, and my head and heart united.
Chapter 9
Levi
“I’m not letting you leave here,” I tell Mary Anne for the tenth time since we arrived at my place.
We’ve had a few hours of rest, but deep sleep is impossible now that I have her in my bed and with her sweet, musky scent in the room. I pull her tight against my chest and bury my nose in her hair. The floral fragrance together with her slight moan stir my senses. Deep down, I have no clue how I’ll manage that task. We have years of college education ahead of us. I have an intense schedule, with college football and working for my father. I have my dad to deal with, and he’s no walk in the park. Plus Mary Anne and I work together. Still, there’s a tiny voice reminding me that I’ve wanted her for ages. Taking a breath, I run my hand down her shoulder and back up again until my fingers are in her hair. With a bit of a tug, I force her head back so she’ll look up at me.
“You’re all mine,” I tell her.
The moment I say the words, I know it’s right, no matter what we’ll be up against. Looking into her mesmerizing hazel eyes is my undoing. Her lips are swollen from my earlier rough play, but they draw me in again. I kiss her urgently, and her fingers claw at my shoulders. She presses up against me. My erection is almost instantaneous, and when she begs me to take her again, I growl out a primal sound full of lust. I release her lips and Mary Anne tilts her head to one side, exposing her neck. My lips trace down to her pulse point. Exposing my teeth, I nip along her neck and collarbone, biting down just enough to make her squirm.
“Get on top,” I order her, reaching over to the night table for another condom.
She follows my instruction in a single, smooth movement while I relax on my back, admiring her, inch by exquisite inch. The woman is perfection. She’s firm, yet soft and incredible in all the right places. And Jesus, all that flaming red hair makes her irresistible. I catch sight of her breasts and lift up to nuzzle my face against the softness of her cleavage. I capture her nipple in my mouth, grazing it with my teeth before sucking it in deeply, rhythmically tugging until she moans again. At that point, I blow a cold breath against the spot to numb the pain.
Mary Anne picks up the condom beside me, rips it open, and her eyes darken as she slowly rolls it down my shaft, lifts her hips, and hovers over my cock. Nudging her soaking wet entrance, I reach up to her shoulders. With a sharp shove, I pull her down onto my cock. She hisses at the way I’m now slamming into her, and rolls her hips. The way her tight inner walls grip me with her soft, wicked heat and envelops my cock, I nearly lose it. She encourages me along, winding her arms around my back, pressing her breasts into my chest to feel me deeper, even if that’s not possible. If I plunge any farther inside of her I’m sure to break her in two. Still, I let her try.
Moving slowly in and out, I pound her hard until she cries out, body seizing, inner walls tightening around my cock like a fist. Her mouth opens, her eyes close, and she throws her head back as her climax takes her away. Her muscles squeeze, flutter and clench as I keep thrusting into her, pushing until a primitive instinct takes control. My senses amplify. My vision constricts, the muscles in my ass, legs and groin contract, pushing me over the edge before I implode. A few more strokes of her tightness milks every drop from me into the condom. With all my energy drained, I collapse onto the bed and pull her down to rest on top of me.
She’s panting hard, but stretches out her legs and clings to me for a long time. When her breathing eases, I pull her to rest at my side, not saying a word as we fall into a restful sleep.
The morning comes way too soon. We both have places to be and hangovers to recover from. I’m barely conscious as Mary Anne climbs out of bed and disappears into my master bathroom, but am wide awake when she steps out in just a towel, with her hair still dripping wet.
“Good morning, sunshine,” I say.
“Good morning, Mr. Eldridge.”
I ignore the formality. It’s clear she’s being playful. “Had a good rest?”
“Oh yeah. I was wondering, to save me from the walk of post-Halloween shame… do you have a long shirt and some pants I can throw on for my trek home?”
I point to my walk-in closet. “Knock yourself out. Do you a need a ride?”
She looks back at me with a playful grin and drops her towel. “Only if you can spare the time.”
Fuck.
I’ve hit the jackpot.
I don’t say a word. I just climb out of bed, collect her up in my arms, and take her back to bed.
“I’ll be late for work,” she reminds me.
I pull her protectively into my arms and plant a soft kiss on her lips. “So, we’ll be late. I’ll give you a pass,” I groan, quickly forgetting everything except who’s with me in this bed.
Mary Anne is mine.
I'll let her leave this room eventually, but I’m never going to let her go.
The END
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