The facial hair tickled my skin as I ran my finger down the roughness to the edge of his mouth. I could feel our lips move under the pads of my fingers. Our hands explored each other feverishly, learning the curves and spots that made one another twitch and shake. There was a delicious torture to the touching and kissing.
My clit ached as his hand inched up my thigh and brushed against my underwear. I gasped in his mouth as his fingers dug into the material and ripped it from my skin. I didn’t care that they were my best underwear that I saved for special occasions; I wanted him inside me. He cupped my sex, applying pressure as I moaned and my head fell back. I didn’t have the ability to hold it up as he began running his fingers through my wetness.
“Oh God,” I said, as my eyes rolled back and my lids fluttered closed.
Warmth surrounded my nipple as his mouth closed around it, and he sucked in a pulsating rhythm. I dug my nails into his skin, needing something to hold. I cried out as his teeth captured the throbbing tip and bit down. Slowly his finger prodded my entrance before slipping inside at an agonizing pace. I needed to be filled and wanted the friction of his palm to relieve the ache between my legs.
I ground my hips into his palm, begging for more, as he pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in. I wanted to palm his cock through his jeans, but his body was too long and his crotch too far away. I grabbed his hair, fisting it in my hand, and he moaned, causing the vibration against my nipple to push me to the edge. His warm, rough palm stroked my clit as he worked his fingers in and out, massaging my G-spot. Pants and moans fell from my lips as he worked my body like a well-choreographed dance number.
I couldn’t stop my body from twitching as my release crashed over me unexpectedly. I screamed his name as the ripples of pleasure cascaded throughout me. I gulped for air, trying to catch my breath as my aftershocks squeezed his finger and tried to suck him deeper.
“Jesus,” I muttered, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of my lips. I’d never had an orgasm so intense. No one had ever found my G-spot, let alone touched it with such skill. I lay panting with my skirt on as he climbed off the bed and began unbuckling his belt.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sugar.” His deep laugh filled the room.
“Oh, um.” My stomach flipped. I needed to move. “No, let me,” I said. He moved his hands away from the metal and closer to the bed. Crawling catlike, I positioned myself right in front of him and tucked my feet underneath my ass. I unbuckled his belt slowly, pulling it out of the loops in a teasing motion. Movement caused my eyes to look downward; straining against the restrictive denim I could see a long, thick bulge.
“Like what ya see?”
Fuck. “Uh huh,” I said, swallowing roughly. I touched his stomach and slowly slid my fingers down his skin before grabbing for the button. “You sure about this?” I thought I’d turn the tables a bit. He kept asking me if I was sure, but hell, I knew what I wanted, and it was him.
“Mm hmm,” he said with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye as he rested his hands on his sides.
He grinned like he knew something I didn’t. A small patch of hair lined the top of his jeans—happy trail indeed. I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them with fingers more steady than I thought possible. The clicking of the zipper passing by each tooth as I took my time and made my heart race. I savored the moment, freeing his hard-on. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the soft, dark hair that had been trapped underneath the fabric. His body shook at the contact and his finger tangled in my hair. The denim of his jeans was rough against my palm as I slid up his massive thigh to palm him. A small bump at the tip gave me pause before I looped my fingertips in the sides, licking a path from his belly button to the zipper.
I tugged the material down his skin as I kept my mouth attached to his abdomen. I backed away as the material slid down and his shaft sprang free. My heart stopped and I sucked in a breath, my eyes growing wide.
Jesus. “What the…” What the fuck? I stared in wonderment. Not only was the man blessed with a large member, but also he added to it, decorated it. A large metal loop with a ball hung from the tip. I was eye to eye with it, and couldn’t imagine why any man would do that to his body.
“You can touch it.” He laughed. “It won’t hurt you,” he said, moving his abdomen in my direction.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” I reached out and ran my finger across the shiny metal jutting out. “Will I feel it?” I felt like a complete idiot, but I’d never seen one in person, let alone had sex with someone that had extra parts.
“It will give you a different sensation at first, closest to your opening…some pressure, maybe.”
I didn’t want to touch it with my finger, so I stuck out my tongue and licked around the cool, sleek hardware. His hips jerked and his shaft lurched from the contact. I reached out and fisted his shaft in my hands, being mindful of the metal protruding from it as I worked it with my hands and mouth in unison. He was rock hard.
“Fuck,” he moaned as I slid it out of my mouth and flicked the piercing with my tongue.
I stopped and looked at him, but didn’t let go. “Did I hurt you?” His head was tipped back, with his arm outstretched, still with a handful of hair in his grasp.
“Sugar, you can’t hurt me. Take all of me.”
I smiled at him, and the name “sugar” made me feel all gooey inside. No one had been so forward with me, and it made wetness pool against the fabric of my skirt. I inched closer, stroking him, and held him firm in my grasp. His musky scent was intoxicating.
I knew I couldn’t fit the entire thing, but I’d try like hell. I moved forward, allowing more to slide across my tongue, causing his body to tremble and his breathing to turn hard and fast.
“Fuck, baby. That’s the spot. Just like that.” He fisted my hair roughly, causing my eyes to water.
I moaned against his cock, and he released a shaky breath. I tried to draw him in a little deeper with each stroke of my lips against his warm, smooth skin. I stopped when the metal hit my teeth, flicking it, as his hips shook in my grasp. His hand moved in my hair, pulling and pushing me, controlling the speed as I gagged each time the head hit the back of my throat. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His mouth was opened slightly, his chest heaved from heavy breath, and goose bumps covered his flesh. Saltiness caressed my tongue as I worked the tip with precision.
“I want to taste you.” His words caused warmth to pool between my legs and my core to spasm.
“But I’m not done,” I said, looking at him, confused, my hands stroking his shaft. “Don’t you want me to finish?” My brows knitted together as I looked at him. He grinned and unclenched his fist from my hair.
“We aren’t done. I want to bury my face between your legs and make you scream again.”
Well shit, who could say no to that?
“Did I do something wrong?” I shook my head as I looked down at my knees.
His hand gripped my chin, tipping it back, and stared into my eyes. “Suzy, you didn’t do anything wrong. Fuck, it was perfect. I want to lick, suck, and then fuck ya, sugar.” The words left me breathy and wanton. I felt beautiful and wanted.
He guided my face to his and crushed his lips against mine, sucking my tongue in his mouth as he pulled the skirt down my hips. “Tell me you want me to taste you,” he said against my lips.
I swallowed hard; words, again, escaped me.
“Say it, Suzy.” With one hand filled with my hair and the other wrapped around my back, he held me in place and left me with nowhere to go. Talking wasn’t something that I was used to during sex, and he definitely brought me beyond my comfort zone. “I’m waiting.” He bit my lip and brought me back to the moment.
“Taste me,” I said, unable to look anywhere but into his dark eyes.
His grip tightened, pulling my head back as he released his hold on my back and began to lay my body back. I felt like a Raggedy Ann doll; I was putty in his hands. My heart ham
mered in my chest with anticipation as I waited for his mouth to kiss my flesh. He grabbed my legs underneath my knees and pulled my body to the end of the bed as he knelt on the floor. Gripping the sheets, needing something to hold, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. Heat flooded my cheeks with the thought of him staring at my pussy. I lifted my head and looked at him as he smiled and ran his hands along my thighs, licking his lips, and absorbed the view in front of him. Not in one spot, but all of me; his eyes roamed over my body before his head leaned forward, and I closed my eyes, unable to look. My body convulsed as his lips touched the delicate skin just to the right of my sex, enough to cause my body to crave more. Suckling the spot where my legs met my core, my body began to tremble. His hands slid down my legs, my entire body was on fire, and I ached for more. I needed more, but this felt more like a tease. He gripped my ankles and lifted my legs, placing each one on his shoulders.
His finger ran through my wetness as his tongue flicked my throbbing clit. My body shot up; I was unable to control the movement caused by the pleasure that shot through my body. His mouth clamped down as his finger slid inside me. His hands were large, but I wanted more of him as my core sucked his fingers inside. He drew me into his mouth and laid his tongue against my flesh, moving it around in circles. My breathing sounded shaky and I tried not to cry out in ecstasy, as I was so close to the tipping point.
Adding a second finger made me feel stretched to the limit, almost to the point of pain. How in the hell would I handle all he had to offer? Swirling his tongue around my clit, his fingers caressing my aching flesh, he slid his hand under my ass, his fingers digging into my skin, as he tilted my hips. My eyes rolled back as his fingers and tongue made all coherent thought disappear. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t notice his mouth leave my body as his fingers stopped.
“Do you want me?” he growled against my clit, and my eyes opened and became drawn to his stare.
I trembled and tried to steady my breath. “Yes.”
“Yes, what? What do you want?” he asked, his eyes not moving from mine, his entire body still.
“Have sex with me.” I knew what he wanted me to say—he wanted me to use the F word, and I hadn’t, couldn’t.
“Suzy.” He drew out my name and flicked his tongue against me. “You know what I want to hear. Tell me exactly what you want.” He withdrew his fingers and tongue, leaving me panting for more.
I closed my eyes and exhaled, needing a moment to gather my thoughts. They were just words, and ones I said every day but never during sex. Drawing in a shaky breath, I said, “I want you. Fuck me, City.”
Wicked Ways
City
There’s something about corrupting someone in the purest form. She didn’t swear, or didn’t like to, but the sound of it made my cock grow hard. She looked fucking beautiful laid out across my bed with her flowing blonde hair and her blue eyes sparkling in the vibrant lighting of the room. She wasn’t muscular from working out, or too thin, like a crack addict, from being strung out. Her body could best be described as a classic hourglass—large breasts and curvy hips joined by a tiny waist. She looked almost angelic, her white skin against the black comforter.
I reached under her torso, cupping the crook of her arms, and tossed her up the bed. “Wow.” She laughed as she bounced against the mattress. “You just moved me like I weighed nothing.”
“You’re like a feather,” I said, crawling up her body and reaching for the condom on my nightstand.
She giggled, her eyes growing wide as I tore the condom wrapper open between my teeth. There was something so fucking innocent about her, and I wanted to crawl inside of her goodness and never leave.
I nested between her legs, resting one arm under her body, trying not to crush her under my weight. “Laugh while you can, sweet girl,” I murmured against her lips. “I’m going to make you scream all those dirty words you’re too scared to say.”
Her eyes were like saucers as I slid the condom over my piercing and down my shaft. Her pussy glistened as I nudged her legs farther apart with my knees. I wanted to tear her up, own her body, and make her mine for the night. I didn’t wait for a reply before placing my lips over hers, consuming her, and coaxing her tongue into my mouth. I could spend hours kissing her, exploring every crevice, and be happy, but my balls were heavy and throbbed, needing the release. Capturing her nipple with my fingers, I pinched it lightly and rolled it between the tips. She moaned in my mouth, and my dick jumped to attention, aching to be inside her.
My mouth never left hers as I captured all of the sounds that escaped; those were mine and only mine to devour. Her body writhed under my relentless pursuit of her nipple and the overwhelming onslaught of my fingers against her delicate flesh. I wanted to make her come like this, but I knew there would be time for that later.
Her throat was soft underneath my tongue, and I inhaled the sweet smell of her perfume, stopping near her collarbone before sinking my teeth into her flesh. Her body moved, her hips rose off the bed, and her pussy nudged my cock—an open invitation.
“What do you want?” I said, as I bit down on the flesh of her shoulder.
“You.”
“What part of me?” I didn’t want to make this easy on her. I got a secret thrill out of watching her squirm with each question or prompt.
“Your penis.”
Jesus…seriously? Normally I’d think it was all an act, but this girl was as good as they came, and I’d have my work cut out for me. I liked the idea of a conquest, someone that I could corrupt and make my own.
“The other word. I won’t fuck you until you do.” I could have blue balls by then, but eventually she’d say it. I wouldn’t give in until she did.
I captured her nipple between my teeth, clamping down on the tip as I flicked it with my tongue.
“City, please,” she said as she grabbed my shoulder almost breaking the skin with her nails.
I held her nipple with my teeth. “Say it.”
“I can’t.” She pushed her pussy against me. “Just do it.” I gave it right back as I ground my cock against her wetness. “Oh, God,” she moaned.
“He ain’t gonna help you now. Say the word, and it’s yours.” I sucked the tip harder.
“I want your c…”
“Say it and I’ll slide it in that hot, wet pussy and make you scream. That shit I can guarantee.” I slid my stiff shaft against her, touching her clit with each stroke. “Say it.”
“Cock,” she exhaled. “I want your cock.”
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked as I smiled against her skin. I knew she was uncomfortable, but I didn’t give a fuck. She seemed like the type of girl that lived in a very controlled world; set limits for herself and never crossed them. I’d help her go beyond her imaginary lines.
I kissed her deeply and nudged her opening with the tip of my cock as she wrapped her legs around my back, almost pushing me inside of her. She knew what she wanted. She forced me inside of her with a moan and a whimper.
Her body felt warm and slick, and a shiver ran down my spine as I entered her. I wanted to thrust inside, wanted to be balls deep, but also wanted to be in control of the pace. I licked her lips and stared into her eyes as I pushed in slowly, until I couldn’t go any further. I was still for a moment and just relished the feeling of being in her—exactly where I’d wanted to be since the moment I saw her.
She looked beautiful lying on my pillow with her blonde hair framing her face like a golden crown. Her blue eyes shimmered in the light and her cheeks were tinged pink from the excitement, could have been lust. I needed to move. I wanted to make her scream. I pulled out of her slowly as her nails dug into my shoulder, and thrust my dick inside of her, unable to stop myself.
She mewled and moaned with each stroke, as I picked up the pace, unable to take it slow. I wanted to watch her, see her face, as I fucked her. I leaned back and pulled her legs from my back and placed her feet against my shoulders. I smiled at her and lick
ed my thumb.
“Want more?” I said as I pulled out of her.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and whisper quiet.
I placed my thumb against her swollen clit and began to move it in small circles. “Oh, God,” she moaned as her pussy convulsed around my shaft.
“Do you wanna come?” I asked, pulling out again, just leaving the tip inside.
Licking her lips, she looked at me with glassy eyes as she panted, “Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked as I denied her the very thing she wanted most—my cock and her orgasm.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Say it.” My lips twitched as I tried to stop the smile and laughter that wanted to escape as her face turned pink. “It’s a simple phrase. You want my cock? Tell me what you want me to do with it.”
She opened her eyes and exhaled before quickly saying, “Fuck me.”
“Gladly.” I thrust inside of her and moved my thumb rhythmically against her swollen clit as her body twitched and her head pushed deeper into the pillow. I wrapped my free hand around her thigh, gripping it as I assaulted her.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I moaned. I didn’t go easy on her—she wasn’t breakable. I increased the pace as her breathing became more jagged and her body began to glisten in the light. I could feel her body milking me, wanting more, and in that moment I stopped.
“Hey,” she yelled, and her eyes opened, showing more passion and hatred than I thought possible. “I was so close.”
I didn’t speak, but pulled her legs tighter against my torso. Her feet were near my face and her legs were flush against me. I gripped her legs, allowing me to hold her and stop her from moving. I pounded into her, battering her body. I watched in awe as her tits bounced from the force of my body slamming into her.
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