by Grey, T. A.
Her stomach stiffened as nerves bunched together. She had to tell him, she thought. Her mouth opened and closed several times before she finally worked up the courage to say what she wanted.
“I may be yours, but I am not your whore to just fuck whenever you want.” Her words were spoken with a quiet calm. She didn’t dare look at him—too afraid of what she might see.
Soft lips against the delicate shell of her ear, and then a gruff voice, “Fuck. You’re right.” His voice was laden with gravel when he spoke, “I’m so sorry, Mina. I just…,” he paused to place a hard kiss against her stiff lips. “I went mad when I lost you,” he pulled back to look at her, his eyes looking more like the Jeron she’d been with on the ship. “Never have I felt such anger, such fear,” he said fiercely. Tears spilled over her cheeks. With a gentleness that belied his strength, Jeron wiped those tears from her.
Pressing his forehead to hers, he whispered soft words of apology again and again as he pressed gentle kisses over her lips, her cheeks, her wet eyes. Mina listened to his words with hope growing in her heart once again.
“Please forgive me Mina. I was an animal. Can...,” he hesitated, “Can you ever forgive me?” Mina smiled brilliantly up at him, and the sight of his answering dimples made her feel whole again. His mouth searched out hers and together tongues twined and played, licked and touched.
Mina felt his cock harden against her stomach. The ache deep inside her that had abated now came back full force.
“Jeron, you must take me now. I need you. It has been too long.” She was maddened, her body more than ready, prepared for his entry when he readjusted himself between her legs rammed himself home.
“Ooooh,” she moaned deliriously. Waves of wild dark hair formed a sexy halo around her and eyes hooded softly in need beckoned Jeron to give her everything her body need. And so he did.
He was like a man starved, starved for her. The sensations somehow felt differently now. He felt like a young man, delving between the thighs of a woman for the very first time. Even after spilling his seed twice inside her already, he was ravenous for more, but even more than that he was ready to give her the pleasure she deserved.
He caressed her body in long, silky strokes as he worked his cock in and out. Mina moaned louder and louder with his thrusts, her hips pumping quickly—seeking a release. He took her mouth and ravaged it with his tongue. His kiss was made to devastate and that’s just what it did. He shivered at the tight fit of her. So amazing…never had he felt anything like it. The urge to just take her again and finish was so strong in his mind that he almost couldn’t resist it.
Instead he pounded her pussy harder and showed her how much he loved her. Hot hands found her plump breasts and played with the globes, squeezing and teasing. His tongue faithfully found a firm nipple and took it between his lips.
“More,” she rasped thickly, her throat constricting with pleasure. He was mindless, a goner, and all for her. He was the slave, hers to command. Grabbing a fistful of her sexy hair, he pulled her head to the side. His mouth licked a hot path down her throat, over her shoulder. “Untie me.” Her eyes closed as rapture took over. Her thighs quivered at the onslaught of her orgasm built in her body. Jeron felt the shivering flesh and had to bite his lip to keep from exploding right there.
With a hoarse cry he ripped the leather bindings off of her wrists. Mina went wild. Crying out, Jeron pulled back, thinking he hurt her. Her eyes were mad, utterly crazed. Long legs wrapped about his waist and with surprising strength she flipped him onto his back. A stunned Jeron simply laid back and let her have him. She sat atop him, her heavy breasts pointing with their need, her ass pushing back, and thick cock filling her. And then she rode him.
His jaw went slack at the feel of her pussy gripping, twisting, stroking, and pulling on him. The sight of her was too much; he would spill prematurely if he watched her. Jeron shut his eyes and simply took.
She chanted his name like a prayer with each downward thrust. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled with the force of her movements. She ground her clit into him and rode him frantically, eyes closed in the pursuit, until finally—finally she screamed.
The sound of his name being screamed with such ferocity would have made him cum alone, except that then her pussy clenched down hard, quivered and seized, and then he felt the rush of her hot cream gushing over his cock. There was no stopping the force of his cum. Balls tightening in preparation for the coming assault, he slammed into her once…twice…again. His cum exploded out in burning jets.
“Mina,” he shouted, his hands clamping down on her hips, keeping her close. Her nails dug into his chest, drew blood, but he didn’t feel it.
All he felt was her pussy milking and coaxing more and more cum from his rigid cock. Until finally, minutes passed, their cum mixed together and dripped down her thighs, he thrust once last time into her tight channel, and she collapsed like a broken leaf.
Long after their breathing calmed, they lay intertwined, learning the pixels of color in their eyes.
Epilogue
“There’s little sexier than your woman in a tight dress.” –Jeron
1 year later
The Sea Fring Bar was crowded and loud. Mina sipped her sweet drink and readjusted her tits in her tight mini-dress. Ensuring that her nipples were teasingly close to popping out, she turned in her seat and surveyed the crowd. Several attractive prospects were scattered across the room. A blonde with long, shaggy hair that towered over half the room, a dark, olive-toned man who already had several women nipping at him, and then the mystery man, sexy as hell, who managed to still be sitting alone in a bar with whores.
He was her mark. Her eyes turned soft as she made her way through the horde of people. As she neared mystery man’s booth, his eyes lifted. She felt like she was punched in the gut at the sight of those beautiful brown eyes. One eyebrow raised in interest as he openly studied her body. Reaching the table, she bent over to his ear, letting her full breasts nearly spill out of the little white dress. His eyes went molten at the sight. Mina smiled wickedly.
“Can I…do anything for you, sexy,” she whispered hotly into his ear. His slight nod was answer enough. One bold, tanned hand pulled down her dress top so her breasts spilled out. Anyone could look over and see. The thought made Mina’s body melted into liquid heat. Nodding his approval, he stood and grabbed her hand before dragging her to the back of the bar.
The mark led her through an empty back hallway and tried several doors before getting one that was unlocked. He pulled her into the dark room, not bothering to find a light before he was all over her. Strong hands lifted her dress up to her waist and pushed the top down so that the flimsy material rested around her waist. Two strong hands found her ass cheeks and squeezed hard.
Hot lips searched hers out in the darkness, but Mina stopped him with a finger to his mouth. “Whoa there, partner. We need to talk prices.” He pulled her flush against the hard muscle of his body. Mina bit her lip from the pleasure of it.
“How does 250,000 Yens sound, little whore,” the stranger asked roughly.
“Sounds perfect,” she said against his lips. He took her mouth swiftly as her hands found the top of his jeans and worked them down long, muscled legs. Hard cock filled her smooth palms making them both groan. She pulled on his diamond-hard cock. Up and down the hot length of him.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind whore. Turn around,” he said darkly. She did as he said quickly, aching to have him inside her, taking her.
“Mmm,” she moaned as big hands rubbed the silken skin of her ass. Hard cock nudged her creamy soft folds before finding her tight entrance. Hands left her ass to clasp overflowing handfuls of tits. In one confident thrust, he filled her. And in the next, he fucked her.
“Oooh, Jeron,” she yelled, unable to keep her voice down as he pounded into her tight sheath. Never would she tired of the sensation, she thought.
“That’s it baby,” he mumbled gruffly, pushing his cock in and
out of her velvety hot pussy like a fast moving piston. His grip on her breasts held her beautiful body in place for his pounding. “You’re swallowing my cum this time, whore,” he said darkly.
Mina couldn’t take it, the sensations were too intense. Her body quivered and shook from the building pressure of her orgasm. When both of his strong hands found her nipples, latched on, and squeezed the little buds, her pussy seized onto his cock with unbearable pressure. She snapped like a twig as he beat into her silken pussy and fucked her to orgasm. She screamed her pleasure at the wall, hips shaking, legs collapsing as he continued to fuck her through it.
A knock sounded on the door and then, “Hey, who the hell’s in there!” More banging on the door, but her man simple turned the lock.
“That’s it baby. My turn now, I’m going to cum so fucking hard. Get on your knees!” When she didn’t move fast enough, he helped to turn her around. Nudging her lips with his cock, she opened widely. He thrust in her wet heat on a groan, his balls feeling like they were about to explode. She tasted both of their essences mixed together. It was delicious and sexy.
Rough hands grabbed her hair and squeezed her tits tight as he fucked her mouth. She moaned over his cock and tongued the firm meat of it with hot, long strokes. It didn’t take but ten strokes before he was gone.
He didn’t just explode he erupted. Gasping uncontrollably for air, his ass cheeks clenched, his balls compressed, and like a gun—he exploded. Bullets of white-hot cum coated her tongue and throat on his final thrust. She tightened her lips over him and bobbed her head over him. The pressure had another shot another stream of salty cum down her throat.
The man on the other side of the door threatened to get the manager before thumping his fist one more time into the door.
Sucking the cum off his cock, Mina pulled her head back feeling dazed and wonderful. With shaking hands, Jeron helped her to her feet and held her close.
“What do you want to do next time,” he asked, his mouth capturing hers.
“Oh, I was thinking you’ll be the whore next time,” Mina said, tasting the lips of the man who changed her life.
He threw back his head and laughed. “How did I know you’d say that?”
About the Author
T. A. Grey lives in Missouri where she spends her days writing and reading heart-pounding stories in the comfort of her home. She has a wonderful, loving fiancé who surprises her with gifts of cherry taffy and two wild cats that never leave her alone. She has a weakness for feeding stray cats, daydreaming, and trying out new recipes. After graduating with her Bachelor of Science in Professional Writing, she now spends her days filling up pages with sexy and imaginative stories. You can visit her at www.tagrey.com.