by TJ Hamilton
His dark brown eyes are back on mine and he watches me while his finger rolls in circles around my clit. He pulls his hand from my underwear and puts a finger into his mouth. I think he’s being sexy, until he bites down and I realise that he’s taking his glove off.
Oh no you don’t! I want that glove.
“Keep it on,” I murmur between breaths.
His smirk is sexy as hell. God knows what he must be thinking about my sudden leather fetish, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I want his gloved finger in me. Right fucking now!
His finger quickly finds its way back into my panties and my legs automatically spread for him. His finger enters, the leather gently catching against my entrance as he slides in. The leather feels cold against me but the smoothness of it feels heavenly. His tongue enters my mouth in one swift motion—anything beyond that has no bearing.
It’s Pacer’s tongue and Pacer’s leather gloved finger … inside me … and that’s all that matters.
My head drains of blood and my legs almost give out, but Pacer’s grip underneath me holds me up perfectly. He begins rocking his palm back and forth, his finger deep within me. Leather slides across my clit when his palm passes it, and I cry out louder again. The leather occasionally catches my skin when it rubs and causes an exquisite friction when it slides —I’ve never felt anything like it.
He squeezes against my upstretched wrists with his other hand, almost demanding me to stay still. But I don’t think I can. I feel dizzy, and all I’m seeing is stars.
I kiss him harder to avoid losing all control over my body. His lips leave mine and he buries into my neck, sucking and biting at my skin.
The sensations that spill out across my body are all too much to contain, and I cry out as the stars are no longer stars, they’re one big wash of bright, white light. My pussy clamps down hard on the leather finger inside me, and my pelvis rocks against the rhythm of his palm.
My ass cheeks clench. I moan and pant, and groan, and make sounds I never knew I had in me as my orgasm becomes overwhelming.
My arms slip from above, but he forces them back up with one hand as his finger drives in and out harder and faster.
Just when I thought my climax was subsiding, a second wash of heat floods my head.
Holy sweet baby Jesus and all things pure in the world … Fuck you and fuck everything. If this is bad, then I’ll take hell.
“That’s it, honeybee. Come all over my glove, you fucking sexy bitch,” he coos into my neck.
It’s too much. I can’t even. My legs shudder and he lifts me with his cupped hand. I cry out so loud I swear my voice box is about to break.
His finger slows when he’s satisfied that he’s done his job. My breathing regulates … almost. Well, I’m not panting, at least.
Slowly opening my eyes, I find Pacer staring, watching me. I take a deep breath and smile sheepishly. If that’s what he does to me with his finger, I can’t imagine what his python is going to do.
“Wow,” I repeat his words after our first kiss.
He grin is so wide it’s infectious. I can’t help but chuckle.
His finger slowly slips out of me. He raises it to his mouth and sucks back.
What the hell have I been missing out on? No guys like this actually exist. I’ve heard about men like Pacer. He’s that one amazingly hot specimen of a man who also happens to be a magician. They cast some magical spell over you with the touch of their finger … their leather finger. They’re also an urban myth. The men I have been with have all confirmed this fantasy wasn’t real … until Pacer.
His hold finally loosens on my upstretched hands, and they fall to his shoulders and slide down his chest. His button-less shirt is still on. That situation needs to change immediately, so I slide it past his shoulders. The detailed ink covering his body is even more beautiful than the photographs I’ve studied for the past week. I hope he never finds out how obsessed I may be with him. That fleeting thought reminds me to take down the wall of photos I have, in case he makes and impromptu visit to my place.
I smooth his shirt down his arms, slowly running it over his rolling muscles. My fingertips roll across the ridges with pure delight.
He pulls back from the wall and carries me down a narrow hallway. We kiss as he carries me, and I notice the house smells different —new and un-lived in. His shoes echo across the hard floor. It doesn’t sound like the hollow of wood though.
My mouth doesn’t leave his for a single second. He’s so familiar with this house, he finds the way around without a single break in our kiss.
The prospect of fucking more than just his finger is spinning me into another bout of rolling, vibrating soon-to-be waves of pleasure.
He is a fucking magician.
My wet underwear bounces against his jeans as he walks. I feel that python in there, buddy. I want it so bad. At this point I don’t care which part of me gets it first—I just need it.
His footsteps sound different as his feet hit a new texture to the flooring. It smells different, too. It smells warmer. It smells like a bedroom. I open my eyes and confirm it. There’s something about a bedroom—you can always feel a space that’s a sacred place for intimate moments.
I don’t feel as if I need to flinch when Pacer falls onto the bed—I feel safe in his arms. My back gently lands on the softness of a matress, but Pacer takes the majority of the impact while I’m cocooned in his arms. So. Fucking. Hot.
His kisses don’t subside for a nanosecond. They’re dominating. I want to taste him—I need to take over.
Flipping him over on the bed, I take him by surprise. He chuckles.
“I hope you’re not laughing at me?” I pull his wrists up above his head.
He nips at my chin, but I pull away, and he misses. His teeth chomp together. The sound makes me smirk. Our roles have swapped and I’ve taken the lead, but only because he’s let me … and I know it. In fact, I love it.
I warn him, to counter not being able to secure his hands like he did me. “If you move your hands, I’ll stop.” Maybe I need to take extra steps in making sure I’ve secured him? Next time … yes, there will be a next time. I already know it. It won’t stop after this moment together.
He doesn’t respond to my direction, and I take that as a green light to move myself across his body, however I want.
What I want is to head south.
His lower abs tense as I inch closer to the elastic of his underwear. I tunnel under his pants and run my fingers past his shaft. I glance down and see that he makes my hands look tiny. Holy shit. I knew it.
Magician.
I can do this. I can take all of him in my mouth. The thought of how big he is delivers a moment of doubt, but the electrical signals that cross between our bodies makes the impossible, possible.
I lean down, running my nose past his flat stomach. He has a gorgeous strip of dark, wild hair—my yellow brick road, leading me straight to the great and powerful.
The top of my fingers cinch around the base of his girth but don’t come close to touching. I lick in thick stokes. I want to spread my tongue as much as physically possible around his length. He already tastes good, and I haven’t even reached the best part … yet.
Rolling my tongue around the head of him, a shiny droplet of his pre-cum beads on at his very tip, and I lap it up just before I plunge my mouth over the head of his cock. He has no taste, which in itself is delicious. He lets out a sigh, and I feel his hand find its way to the back of my head, fingers in my hair. I stop and look up, shaking my head.
“What did I warn you before? I will stop. Hands above your head,” I say in a low, seductive voice.
He laughs and stretches back, hands behind his head in a totally relaxed pose. Grinning at him with my eyes, I quickly focus my attention back on his exquisite manhood and lick around it again.
As I take him in my mouth for a second time, I open the back of my throat as much as possible and try to fit him all in. It causes me to gag a little, bu
t I love the feeling of it so I relax and take him entirely. There’s something powerful about having him in my mouth. He groans and I slide up and down his shaft. I love what I’m doing to him.
As I slide my mouth up and down, faster and faster, I imagine how this is going to feel inside me. He has ridges that I know will make me come. The thought makes me moan a little.
“Holy shit, honeybee. You know what you’re doing, don’t you? Fuck you look good on my cock.”
I look up and meet his eyes. He really likes watching. I like him watching. I grin but it pulls my lips too tight while my mouth is stretched so wide, so I look away and turn my attention back to his python. He’s pulsing in my mouth more, so I slow down and pull my lips all the way to the top of him, but not before I give him one last suck at the very top. Yeah, he tastes great.
As I slip below and roll my tongue around his tights balls, Pacer takes his gloves off finger by finger. He does it excruciatingly slowly. Rolling a condom over his length, he slides his underwear down. His gloves are off. I don’t know how I feel about that.
Making the most of it, I grip onto his underpants and pull them down his long legs, taking his jeans with them.
“Get your sexy little body up here and ride me, honeybee,” he demands.
I stalk back up and slide my underwear off with my foot. Pacer sits up and pulls me to his lap. My lips meet his the moment we get close enough. His hands grip around my waist and I straddle him. Our breathing is so heavy, it’s almost deafening. Our tongues dance around each other in a beautifully choreographed partnership. He holds me tight and guides me to his hard cock. When I feel it edge to my entrance, I tilt my pelvis enough to catch his tip. He inches me onto him with a torturously slow descent.
Fuck he is big. Beautifully big. Stretching me, to let me know he’s there.
My fingertips hold onto his stubbled jaw, and I kiss him deeper and deeper, wanting as much of him as physically possible inside me. He reaches a spot that makes my head throw back. I moan loudly. It feels like that moment when water finds the end of a hose. I can’t hold it back, and my orgasm spills out across me.
Holding me tight around my ass, Pacer guides me at exactly the pace he wants … and he can want whatever he wants. At this point, he can do anything.
He bites down on my left nipple and the spasm that rips through my body is intense. The ridges along his shaft feel even more exquisite entering in and out of me than when they rippled along the inside of my mouth. This is different; this is a rolling wave of sensation after sensation. I look down to catch Pacer’s dark eyes. I smirk. He knows how good he is. His cockiness only adds to the whole feeling. I kiss him again and flick my hips back and forth, catching each of his strokes. The motion intensifies and suddenly the sound around me is a high pitch ringing in my ears. I close my eyes and watch the display of shooting colours that stream under my eyelids.
Holding onto him, our rolling has now turned into a solid pounding rhythm. He slams deeper and deeper. I bounce faster and faster. I can’t even tell what is orgasm and what isn’t—it’s all just a continual euphoric feeling.
He groans deep. It’s animalistic, like a growl. I feel it vibrate in his chest. Then he expands below. The orgasm I think I’ve been having the whole time was just the preview for what was coming.
As if Pacer has unlocked the vault, an enormous wave of electricity floods every inch of my body. My back arcs, my head tilts and my legs tremble. Crying out, Pacer slams into me with two fierce movements. We both orgasm together, and I have never felt anything more incredible in my entire life.
Pacer holds around the small of my back, and flips me so that I’m underneath him. Just when I thought he was slowing, he begins driving into me again and again.
Holy shit!
My orgasm doesn’t have a moment to subside. It rears up for another round of earth-shattering, pulsating spasms. I look up but my vision is blurry. Pacer keeps the rhythm up; it’s hard and fast. I hold on and let it all happen, my body loving every … single … moment of it.
As I cry out in absolute pleasure, Pacer growls again and pounds me even harder. My groans are now a scream. A good scream.
Pacer’s fingers grip into my hair and he forces my head back against the soft mattress below as he finally pours the last of his come out. Our eyes meet and we kiss, hard and deep. The motion slows a little, but our kiss intensifies.
The after-shocks still feel bigger than any other climax that I’ve ever had. I can’t even make myself come as much as Pacer just did.
The muscles across his back tense and flex as he slows his rhythm right down to a gentle roll. Our passionate kiss also slows, and finally, I open my eyes. This time I can see him clearly. He is everything I’ve ever looked for in a person. Now that I’ve found him, I never want to let him go.
After this, I know how easy it will be to fall head over heels for Pacer.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
There has to be something wrong with her. I bet she has eleven toes, or something weird. The way she smells right now though, I’d say she’s near fucking perfect.
Her body is like delicate porcelain. But her pussy begs to be punished. I could easily spend a lifetime with my cock buried inside her.
Just the simple act of fucking Chelsea is a vicious balance between wanting to pummel her and wanting to wrap her in cotton wool for protection.
I came hard. Fuck me, it was savage.
Her sexy back is against me as we stand under the huge waterfall of water in the shower. I soap my hands and roll them across the contours of her beautiful body. She’s the right amount of feminine sugar with the spice of a hard bitch.
As my fingertips run over her ass cheeks, I can’t help but claw into the softness of her skin.
You drive me wild, honeybee.
I lean into the stream of water and suck the tight skin at the back of her neck. She doesn’t wince away when I gently gather a piece of her flesh between my teeth, and bite down. No, she doesn’t wince at all; she takes it in … and wants more.
Grrrrrrrr … she brings out the carnal beast in me, and I can’t wait to drag her back to the bed the moment I finish fucking her in this shower.
I lick the spot where I left a subtle mark. See what you do to me? I constantly fight with myself because of you.
Why couldn’t she just be like the other sluts I’ve fucked? Usually I’ve found something wrong with them at this point. But not you.
The bluest eyes glance sideways at me. Her devilish grin makes me lose my shit. I spin her around and push her against the wall. She does as she’s told and chuckles when her eyes meet mine.
Fuck!
I can’t keep away from her perfect little tits. They’re like two ripe mango halves, just crying out for me to suck on them. But there’s one place my tongue hasn’t been just yet, and I need to taste her. I can’t wait another moment. I hold her nipple between my lips and pull away, snapping it back when I finally let go, making my way to her pussy.
Crouching, I swing one of her legs over my shoulder and slide my tongue up her inner thigh. It’s as soft as butter, and as I get closer to her mound, my tongue slides with ease. She’s so fucking wet. I just want to bury my face into her sweet spot.
With my tongue flattened, I slide it up her gorgeous folds. I want to peel each little layer away with my tongue, bit by precious bit, until I’ve reached her delicious centre.
I do just that and slip in and out of each fold, my tongue tracing the curves of her incredible smelling pussy. Her clit is pebbled in its little hood, so I flick it. She moans that sweet sound.
I make my way back under her and slide my tongue inside. Of course my honeybee would taste like honey. What else did I expect?
I lap up as much of her as I can, and she moans again. You fucking sexy bitch.
I need to see what she looks like right now; I can’t stop looking at her. I love watching her. It’s my newest bad habit, and fast becoming my favourite obsession.
Her
head is back, and one hand is stretched up, gripping her hair as she rubs her other fingers past her nipples. Just like she did when I watched her masturbate. But this time she’s in front of me.
I have been kissed on the dick by a fairy; all my wishes have come true. I can tell that she’s about to come.
I slide two of my fingers into her warm pot of honey and feel her catch hold of them. You’re fucking kidding me?
Jesus, she can orgasm. There’s something to be said about chicks who wank—they know what makes them feel good, real quick.
My taut tongue continues to flick her hardened clit, and I drive my fingers in and out of her until I feel her pussy respond with a quiver of pulsing waves.
She pants loudly. The noises she makes cause a spark to run up my spine every time. I can feel her slowing, but she’s not getting away with it that easily. I lean and lift her up, and within a matter of seconds my cock is edging into her.
Condom … Fuck … Pussy … Condom.
Fuck it!
She feels too good to move; it’s almost impossible for me to pull out right now. I watch for her reaction, just to make sure she wants this too. Her eyes watch me. I lightly frown, still waiting for her permission. I pause when my head is inside her and wait. Her eyes drop momentarily, but the pulsing I can feel inside her body must be too much for her, and she moans again.
She whimpers, “Fuck me, Pacer.”
“You’re not going to sit down for a week, honeybee.”
I bite on her earlobe as I slam myself into her. She forces herself down onto me, harder than the first time I fucked her. And I’d thought she was a rough little bitch then. This is better still.
Curling my arms under hers, I hold onto the top of her shoulders and bring her down onto my cock again and again.
I can smell sex in the particles of the steamy shower. I love watching her bouncing tits as she rides me. When she screams in pleasure, it sounds like the trill of a bird. I fucking love it.