by Dark Angel
I take my forearm out of your stomach and, feeling your body free, you grit your teeth and start to thrust at me, rubbing your pussy harshly against my face. You move your hips from side to side, spreading your juices all over my face as you start breathing heavily.
You try to speak between shorts breaths, but it’s hard for you, I know it. You want to tell me not to stop, but there’s no need for it - I can read your thoughts on your body, and I won’t stop. Not because you’re asking me, but because I can’t.
My tongue lashes out at your clit with unrepentant fury and, as you lace your legs behind my neck, you explode in ecstasy. Your moans tell me that your soul is boiling, consciousness drifting away from you as pleasure demands to take every available space inside your mind.
You’re moaning hard and your body is shaking; even so, I don’t stop. Instead, I take one finger and press it right on top of your clit, my mouth focused on your labia. My tongue starts to jab at your insides with vicious strokes, matching the pace of my finger. You’re still at pleasure’s peak, but I’ll make that peak grow and grow. That’s how I go about it, baby - I’ll make you ride the crest of a wave that doesn’t stop reaching towards the heavens.
And then that waves crashes. And you scream... You scream very hard. Oh, I love to hear your voice like this, high and quivering as pleasure rages through you. It’s the sweetest sound I have ever heard.
Thrusting your hips at me, you hold me in place with your hands on my hair and your legs tied around my neck. You come violently, my tongue still jabbing at you at a frenetic pace. You keep holding me tightly until your body stops shaking, and only then do you loosen your grip. Slowly, I pull back out, your hands falling to my sides as you try to catch my breath. I lean over you and, then, my lips are on yours, the scent of your own pussy inundating you… Doesn’t it feel good to taste your flavor on my lips? You’re delicious, and you ought to know it.
One look at you, and I just know you’re ready to go again.
You place your hands on my cheeks, pulling me into you as we kiss; you open your legs wider, lacing them on my lower back, and prop yourself back up on your elbows. One of your hands fall from my face and you slide it down my chest towards the hem of my suit pants; you unbutton them with just one hand, each flick of your fingers making my cock even harder.
It’s mine, your hands seem to say as you press your fingers over my boxer briefs against my cock. You wrap them around my thickness, and it pulses with raw energy. It begs to be set free, and that’s exactly what you do.
With your other hand, you grab on my pants and send them down my legs; you do the same with my underwear, my cock flying straight into your hand like a thick heavy bat. You grab it, its warmness spreading to your fingers fingers.
I kick off my shoes to the corner of the office, stepping out of my pants in a hurry. You sit up on the desk, your eyes widening as you take in the sight of my naked body in front of you. Yes, baby, I’m all yours.
You bite your lower lip, locking eyes with me, and push me back with as much strength as you can. I take two steps back as you climb down from the desk and walk towards me. With your lips still curled into a grin, you lean into me and kiss my neck, your lips brushing down to my firm pectorals. You keep kissing me, going down to your knees as you do it; your tongue traces the outline of my abs, my muscles brimming with lust and testosterone. When your kneecaps touch the carpet, your fingers are already tightening around the base of my cock. You look up at me and, my eyes never leaving yours, you let your tongue part your lips and gently flick it at my glans.
I grins at you, desire stamped on my face. Fuck, I want you so much you have no idea.
Opening your mouth, you wrap your lips around my tip and then gently pull back out. You do it again and again, tracing the whole length of my shaft with your index finger. I tremble slightly and, the moment I do it, you lunge forward, opening your mouth wide and sliding my shaft deep over your tongue.
Before I even have the time to exhale, you start bobbing your head, my cock sliding in and out of your mouth at breakneck speed. I don’t know how you do it so perfectly, but I never had someone doing it like you.
You pull my cock out for a few seconds and, during that small moment, you stroke me as fast as you can, your fist flying over from the tip to the root. Then, when your hand is going down my shaft, you lean forwards again and take me in your mouth, sucking and stroking in a pendulum motion.
I start to thrust too, my hands on top of your head. You let go of my cock, placing both your hands on my round ass, and allow me to match the rhythm of your mouth. My thrusts grow wilder, as if I’m not fucking your mouth but your pussy. Fuck, just thinking of that is enough for my heart to send a special order of lustful blood to my already rock-hard cock. I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you.
You lean back, my cock sliding out of your mouth with a loud pop, and stand up. I don’t give you the time to do anything else - I grab you by the arms, pushing you back. Blindly, I guide you until your back is against the glass door that leads out of my office and into balcony. The cold glass makes your skin prickle, a perfect antithesis to the wildfire raging in your pussy.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I whisper, my mouth against your ear. The sound of my own voice makes me even more delirious, the need to be inside of you making my mind burn.
You open your mouth to speak, but I already know what you’re going to say. Without giving you the time, I place my hands under your ass and lift you up; you react by instinct, crossing your legs over my ass as I pull you against my chest. Holding you against the glass with only one hand, I grab my cock and guide its tip towards your pussy. You close your eyes and shiver, feeling my fat head straining against your folds. Inch by inch I lower you over my cock, the massive shaft rolling inside of you as your inner walls strain to accommodate me. You feel so fucking tight… Fuck, I knew it would be good to be inside of you, but I didn’t expect it to be this fucking good. Could you be even more perfect, baby?
You moan hard as my cock goes as deep as possible, your labia brushing against my root. Slowly, I pull back out, drawing more soft and honeyed moans out of you. I do it once again, sliding deep inside of you and then back out again, but by the third time you’re already rocking your hips, jumping hard against my length. We go like this until time stops making sense, the sound of your back hitting the glass over and over again the only thing that my brain is capable of processing.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound pulls me deeper into an ocean of pleasure, the constant pounding of my cock dragging me all the way down.
Thump, thump, thump.
It grows louder, and an image of the glass shattering crosses my mind. I don’t care. I’m way past caring about anything right now. Ecstasy is coating my brain, sweetening all of my thoughts and washing over my body.
Swear to God, Cheryl, I never had a woman that made me feel like this. My life up to this moment feels like a fucking waste.
I up the pace frenetically, both my hands on your ass as I slam my cock viciously at you. The sound of flesh on flesh meshes with the sound of your body hitting the glass, but by now I’m already deaf to the world. And, with my eyes closed shut, I’m also blind. I feel your body tensing up, the electricity of pleasure pooling on your muscles and preparing you for a climax so fierce and hell bent on conquering you through and through. Your body is a vessel for pleasure - nothing more, nothing less.
Your fingernails are like knives on my back, burying themselves on my skin so hard you might draw blood. Then, one hard thrust from me and you let go of me, your whole body shaking. You place both your arms against the glass, by the side of your body, as your pussy tightens like a vice around my girth.
“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, your cry of pleasure following my words immediately after. You press your arms against the glass firmly, your whole body trembling and shaking with pleasure. I can almost feel your brain melting in ecstasy, bright flashes of light behind you
r eyelids. “Yes, come for me, baby…” I say, my voice firm and steady as I feel your muscles spasming, stabbed by that intense and wild pleasure.
You scream until your throat starts to hurt, and then you scream some more - it’s pleasure turning into sound.
I put you down then, your trembling legs struggling to keep you up on your feet. I grab you by the waist and, with a sudden movement, make you turn around. I push you against the wall, your hands instinctively hitting it at shoulder-height.
I smile at you, that hunger for your body shining at the corner of my lips. You close your eyes again, surrendering to how it feels to have my naked body pressed against yours.
You shiver as I place my hands on your waist, pulling your ass into me. My shaft nestled between your ass cheeks, you start rocking your body in a flowing motion, stroking my cock with just your crack. You do it slowly, each time your body moves the absolute definition of perfection. As you up the rhythm, my breathing grows harsher and, soon enough, I’m almost growling in anticipation.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard you won’t even know your name when I’m done,” I tell you, the words coming out of my mouth with the authority of a man that always gets what he wants.
You breathe in harshly, the cool air of the room filling your lungs as I grabs my cock and press it under your ass, my glans snuggled between your labia. You go on your tiptoes and then lower yourself again, the tip of my cock once more inside of you.
This time there's no subtlety about what we're doing. We're going hard and violently, each thrust of mine a maddening stroke charged with divine electricity. We are fucking, and we are doing it as hard as we can, my thighs slapping your ass over and over again.
I don't even know if I can endure the kind of pleasure that’s going to take over me once I cum, but I don't give a fuck about it. Even if I die from pleasure, it’s going to be totally worth it - to spend my last moments with a woman like you… I’d call myself a lucky man.
My cock pulses hard inside your pussy - I’m already dancing on the edge of climax, but you don’t stop me. You’re on the edge as well, and each thrust of mine pushes you closer to it.
I wanted to fuck you hard, and that’s exactly what I’m doing now. How could I do it otherwise with a woman such as you?
One final thrust and my train of thought stops. You explode, moaning hardly through gritted teeth; I feel you summoning all of your strength to remain standing up, your legs threatening to buck under your weight as your body trembles in ecstasy.
One second after and I jump after you down into the abyss of pleasure, my cock spasming violently inside of you. In a fraction of a second, I’m coating your insides with my warm cum. You sway your ass softly as I gush my load inside of you, an almost never-ending stream of semen filling you up to the brim. When my cock stops shooting, I pull back slowly, strands of semen dripping down your pussy and descending towards your legs.
You turn to me, smiling lazily. Fuck, I can’t even think straight right now.
“Perfect,” I tell you, “that’s what you are.”
I grin, pulling you into my embrace. You let me put my arms around you and, tilting my head to the side, I press my lips against yours. We kiss softly, both our bodies still reeling from a thunderous orgasm.
I don’t know what got into me, but I just lost all control. You’re not only easy in the eyes, you know how to drive a man completely insane. I’ve been through my fair share of women, but I never met one like you.
Fuck, I can’t wait to go another round with you.
You still rolling your eyes, Cheryl?
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C lient 5: A Bad Boy Next Door Dark Romance
THERE ISN’T a woman alive that I can’t buy…and I’m rich enough to pay.
I knew I had to have Ashley since the night I saw her. She was so f*cking gorgeous.
I know it’s only a matter of time before she’s mine. With my 8-pack abs, chiseled face, muscles, and tats, I’ve never met a woman whose panties didn’t melt just by looking at me.
Take the pants off and ain't nothing in the world gonna save her from Arsen Hawke.
Sure, she can say whatever she wants to pretend she’s got a choice.
She can say she doesn’t fall for bad boys.
She can try to scare me off by saying she comes with a high price tag.
But none of that f*cking matters to me.
Because I’ve already fallen for that curvy body of hers. For that beautiful face and soft lips. And I’ll pay anything to ravish her. Even if it means agreeing to pay the ultimate price…my heart.
Client 5 is a full-length standalone romance with a guaranteed Happily Ever After, no cheating or cliffhangers.
64
ARSEN
“O h baby, I love sucking this huge cock of yours,” Sophie says as she runs her tongue up and down my shaft in the way that only a stripper can. “It’s getting me so fucking horny.”
I can hear the steady beats of Lil’ John playing through the club as I look down through the glass at the main stage of the strip club. It’s a pretty crowded evening, and I idly wonder if some of the patrons—those poor, lonely schmos with no place else to be—realize that the mirrors they’re looking up at are really one-sided and that I can look down from them at any point. Including times like now, where I’m completely naked getting my cock sucked by a blonde stripper as a brunette one rubs her hands all over my body.
But just as soon as I wonder, the brunette—I think her name is Heather?—starts twisting my nipples and I decide it’s a stupid fucking thing to wonder about and I should just concentrate on the task at hand. That task being namely to fuck the living shit out of these two strippers—new girls to the club, but definitely old hands at this game. They know what’s fucking what, that’s for sure. The moment they started at the club, I could tell they were fucking eyeing me. Deciding if it was in their best interests to fuck me or not. Could they advance their careers by boning the owner?
Let me take a moment to fucking introduce myself, since it’s clear we haven’t met and you’re just now popping into the picture as I have my cock going in and out of one woman’s mouth and my hands roaming the fake tits of another.
My name is Arsen Hawke.
Yes, I know what you’re saying to yourself right now.
That Arsen Hawke. Yes. The 30-year old son of the billionaire smut lord of America. The son of the man the nation knows as the Corrupter. Collectively, my fucking dad is responsible for putting out 83 Internet live web cams, 23 Pay-Per-View channels, 3 magazines, and 5 different streaming porn services through the Internet. All beamed directly into your home for your little son or daughter to consume when you’re not looking – further destroying what little of the moral fiber is left of Western democratic values.
That Arsen Hawke that you read about in the tabloids. The same one that you see on E! Online. With the chiseled 8-pack abs, rugged face, icy blue eyes, and tattoos designed by some of the most gifted artists of our time. Fuck, I don’t even know why I’m describing myself. You know everything about me. You know that I’m good looking as fuck. That on the off-chance that I decided to stop by your town or city, you would probably tell your husband that you were going out so you could see me signing autographs at the mall. Just catch a glimpse. Maybe you’d hope to see me take off my shirt. Maybe you’d even get close enough to see my ripped physique. Fuck, maybe I would make eye contact with you and flex my pecs for you. Tell you to come closer so you could see my 1% body fat body. You’d be pretty clos
e then, maybe I’d even touch you. That’s when you’d go fucking crazy, because that’s what I do to every girl around me.
You’d try not to at first, but you wouldn’t be able to help yourself from looking at the bulge in my pants. That 12-inches of pussy pleasing pistoning that you’ve read about. Fantasized about. You’d be so close to touching it. Tasting it.
If I told you to get in the limo with me, you wouldn’t even think about anything else. Fuck life. Forget every fucking obligation you ever had. All you’d want to do is get in for maybe the most illicit and exciting moment you’d ever have with someone who is fucking larger than life.
Once inside and in private, I’d take your hands in mine and tell you that this is temporary and it’s nothing permanent. You’d agree. Anything to have a taste of me. Anything for a feel. You’d nod your head, and I’d take my pants off, showing you my thick, pulsing, veiny cock.
And fuck if you wouldn't go fucking crazy. Sure, I’d let you suck it like these two strippers right now, who are both taking turns running their tongues around the tip of my cock. But then, I’d turn you over on all fours and I’d fuck the living shit out of you. I swear to fucking God you would cum enough times that by the time I was done with you, you would be nothing more than a quivering mess of flesh on the seat. Sex coma? Talk about fucking sex amnesia.
And you would do anything for another taste of that cock. Anything I fucking wanted you to do. That’s why I’d want to get the fuck away as soon as possible. But I would leave you with memories that would last a lifetime as I flew off to my next destination. Maybe Singapore. Or, maybe London. I hear it’s nice this time of year.
So, yeah, that Arsen Hawke.
But there's so much fucking more that you don’t know about me. What about the fact that I haven't talked to my dad in 6 years, ever since my mom died of cancer and got no help from him since he had already divorced her. That I’ve been living on my own, at the age of 30 at One57 on Billionaire’s Row in New York City. That despite my body and looks and my fucking cock, I have a fucking brain. Harvard fucking MBA, baby. But, no. You don't know that about me. And quite honestly, I’m not surprised.