I lie back and watch him as he steps back, and I can finally see him in all his glory. The way his muscles bulge with shiny beads of water moving down his body is a marvel. Every muscle is bulging. A ladder is formed by his defined abs.
I’ve tried not to look at his cock but my eyes finally migrate to it, and I suck in my breath. It’s rock hard and standing at attention. All nine inches of it!
I want to tell him how remarkable his body is and how lucky I am to get to have him. But since he’s not said a word yet, I keep my mouth shut.
Pressing two of his fingers into me, I can see he’s trying to gauge how badly his giant cock is going to stretch me out. The fact is I don’t care about the initial pain, my body is aching for him to impale me on that sturdy rod he has between his legs.
I wiggle my finger at him to let him know he’s cleared for landing. No smile forms on his lips as he nods and gets up on the bed as I slide back. His gaze is intense as he moves his body over mine.
Taking him by the back of his neck, I pull him down to kiss me. It’ll help take my mind off the first part. I can feel the wide head of his cock pushing at my vagina. It’s holding him back, not allowing him access just yet.
Moving my legs wide open, I can feel him easing into me. The pain is white hot, and I could scream with the burning sensation. But I hold it all in and let him continue to ease into me as he kisses me, hungrily.
Once he’s all the way in, he settles for a moment to let my body accommodate his girth. Heat is all I can feel between my legs. It’s more intense than when I lost my virginity when I was eighteen.
Finally, I can feel the throb in my stomach that begs for release. Arching up to him, I push his cock in even deeper then pull back, and make the first long stroke as he groans.
His mouth leaves mine as he looks at me. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Are you?”
He nods too and makes the next slow stroke. “You feel better than I imagined you would.”
With a smile, I say, “You were hiding a pretty great secret under your jeans, Chris. I have to admit, you feel damn good inside of me. It’s like I was missing you but never realized it.”
“Can I do anything I want here?” he asks me as he looks at my breast.
“I am yours, Chris. Take me any way you want to.”
“Damn! Damn, this is better than I imagined! Damn!” He starts to stroke me faster as he takes my tit into his hot mouth.
When he delivers a little bite, I arch up and moan. It makes him nibble more at my tit, and then he sucks it hard, making my stomach go tight. It pulses as he licks the pebbled nipple then sucks it.
My body is a bundle of nerves as he’s got it on high alert. Every part of me feels something. When his hand moves through my hair, it sends electric shocks throughout my body. It’s unbelievable!
I can feel his cock begin to jerk and he stops sucking my tit and looks at me with a frown on his handsome face. “Can you cum with me?”
His heart’s banging in his chest. He’s full of emotion, and I can feel his dick, throbbing inside of me as he holds his orgasm back. Focusing on his face and how he fills me up entirely, I nod then look up at the mirror on the ceiling.
His chiseled ass flexes as he makes another stroke. The sight of my face looking over the massive, muscular man’s shoulder, as he’s fucking me with his monster-sized cock, has me falling into the abyss of a climax the likes I’ve never experienced before.
Our simultaneous cries and moans fill my ears as my body goes into a frenzy of sensations. Wild rushes of adrenaline move all over my body as ecstasy makes my brain go fuzzy.
I can feel him ejaculating in ropey strands as his cock pulses and jerks with each spurt. His body is tense as he holds himself up off me. When I feel him going a bit limp but not entirely, I take his face between my palms and kiss him with a soft kiss that tells him that was special.
He allows some of his weight to press down on me. His tongue moves around mine as we sway a bit together. I don’t know about his, but my body wants another round of that!
Christopher
My cock fills her up, and each tiny movement I make sends intense sensations through me. Her eyes are sparkling as she looks up at me. Stroking my cheek with her fingertips.
She is gorgeous!
“Should we stop and wait a while before we do that again?” I ask her as I don’t want to wear her out or anything.
With a wave of her body, she undulates and sends a river of lust through me. “I’d really like it if you’d fuck me again, Chris.”
Her vulgar language sends something sinister through me. Animalistic thoughts enter my brain. “You really mean I can take you any way I want to, Quinn?”
“Fuck me any way and anytime you want to, Chris. You’re incredible.” She runs her hand over my shoulder then down to rest on my bicep. “I could lay in this bed or anywhere else, for that matter, with you forever.”
I can feel my cock pulsing back to life even though only a couple of minutes has gone by since I dumped my load. “So, you really like it? You’re not just saying that to be nice?”
With a shake of her head, she tells me, “I fucking love the way you take me and make me yours. You do anything you want to me. I trust that anything you do will feel amazing.”
Moving off her, I get off the bed. It’s just the right height for me to stand and take her from behind. A thing I planned when I special ordered the bed. This is what I call the baby making bed.
Flipping over, she backs up to me. Her rounded ass is prone, and I can tell she’s more than ready for me to get back inside of her. So, I tease her a bit. Rubbing the head of my cock around her asshole to see if I get any response from her.
Flipping her damp hair over her shoulder, she looks back at me as she says, “You can go in there if you like, but that won’t make us a baby.”
“I’m aware of that.” I run my hands over her pristine ass as I gaze at her. Suddenly, baby making isn’t the only thing on my mind. Fucking the shit out of this woman is about all I can think of. “Head down, ass up!” I smack her ass with a nice swat and she yelps then licks her lips and growls at me.
“Make me never want this to end, Christopher.” She puts her head down, and I pull her back to me with one hard thrust that makes her scream, “Yes! Fuck me hard, baby!”
Slamming my cock into her soft recesses, I cry out too as I hit her deeper than I did the other way. I can feel my cock bottoming out in her and slam into her with another thrust.
It makes my body catch fire, and I pummel her ass in a way I’ve never done before. Over and over, I bang my cock into her. Then, even more, lust comes over me, and I stop. Pulling out of her, I grab her by the waist and pick her up.
Turning her around to look at me, I see that raw look in her eyes. On a chair in the corner, I’ve left out a belt I was wearing earlier. Carrying her to where it is, I place her feet on the floor and pick up the belt. “Hold out your hands.”
She does as I’ve said without a moment’s hesitation. And that trust she has for me has me boiling inside. I run the belt around her wrists then buckle it. Picking her up, I move her bound hands over my head and take her to the bathroom. Closing the door, I use the hook at the top of the bathroom door to hold her up by her bound wrists.
“Oh, kinky,” she says with a giggle.
She’s at the right height for me to take, standing up. After I wrap her legs around me, I push my cock into her and gently push her head to one side so she can watch me fuck her in the mirror.
Quinn sucks in her breath as I thrust into her. Her legs tighten around me, and I go for it, pounding her with all I’ve got. Her ragged breathing makes me go even harder. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Chris! Fuck!”
Her cunt is soaking wet, allowing me to slip in and out with no problem. I can feel her walls tightening around me. And growl at her, “You wait until I tell you to cum or I’ll spank that ass till it’s cherry red.”
“Oh, God!” she moans. “Oh, fuck me harder, Chris! Show
me who I belong too, Claim me! God, you’re gorgeous. You look like a fucking God when you’re fucking me!”
I can’t stop it from happening. I try so hard to hold it back but I can’t. “Fuck! Cum!”
Our bodies let lose in a slurry of juices. I can’t stop thrusting into her as I cum and cum like never before. When I’m done, I can barely breathe. Her legs fall away from my waist, and I lean my head on her breast.
Finally, I pull out of her and turn away from her to lean on the vanity to catch my breath, leaving her hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
As her head hangs down and her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, shame floods my mind. I close my eyes, not believing what I’ve done.
I meant to conceive a child with this woman. Not treat her like a sex object!
After I wash my face with cold water, I take her down and take the belt off her wrists. She’s so weak, she falls into my arms. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
Picking her limp body up, I take her to the bed. “You rest. I’ll go get us something to drink and eat. A protein bar or something like that. Shit, I’m sorry, Quinn. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. I’ll do better. I promise.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Chris?” she mumbles.
“I’m talking about using you like a whore. I never meant to do any more than take you with gentleness. Make a baby with you. Not fuck you like some tramp. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
I turn to leave and hear her moving the blankets as she says, “It better happen again. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. You damn well better bring that game to the bed a hell of a lot. I don’t know what you think I wanted, but you nailed it, baby. Don’t say you’re sorry for giving me the best orgasms I’ve ever had. And I hope you plan on giving me many more.”
“Really?” I ask her as I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Really,” she says. “And I’d like a cold bottle of water, if you’ve got one, then I want to take a nice long taste of the juicy cock you got swinging between your legs.”
My cock twitches and I groan, involuntarily. “You’re better than I ever imagined.”
“You are too. So, hurry up, please. My mouth is already watering just thinking about having that fat cock in my mouth. I do believe, I’d like to deep throat that bad boy.”
I might faint!
Quinn
One month into this thing with Christopher and I’m anything but tired of him. I haven’t spent one night in my own bed. We stay in what he both call, ‘our room’ most of the time. Naked and happier than either of us have ever been.
I feel at times like I’m the Eve to his Adam and we live in the Garden of Eden. The balcony off this room overlooks the Pacific Ocean, and the views are incredible.
Standing on the balcony, I lean on the rail as I look out at the rising sun. Wearing only a thin robe and nothing else, I know I should get back inside before the neighbors begin to wake up. Not that I can see any from here, but one never knows who might have binoculars.
When I turn, I find Christopher, leaning against the door frame, naked and gazing at me with warm eyes. “Morning, princess.”
“Did you sleep well,” I ask him as he comes to me, wrapping me in his arms and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“I did. I dreamt of you all night.” He dances me backward until the railing stops me. “What do you say to letting me take you while we watch the sunrise?”
“Chris,” I whine. “Someone might see us.”
“Let them watch if they want. What do we care?” he asks as he presses his ready cock against me.
I wish I had the will to ever say no to him, but I just don’t. I want him all the damn time. The little robe I have on will cover us somewhat, so I give in. “Take me, I’m yours after all.”
“That you are, Quinn,” he says as he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. “No, put your legs down. I want to see how much you really trust me.”
“What do you mean?” I ask as I put my feet down. Then he lifts me up and places my ass on the railing.
“I want you to lean back while I take you. I want you to trust me to hold you up, so you don’t’ fall into the deep ravine beneath us.”
Looking down, I see that if I fall, I’ll break my neck. “Chris, I don’t know about this.”
“Come on, you know I can hold you up.” He smiles at me, and I’m helpless to ever tell that smile, no.
“The safe word’s still yellow, right?” I ask before I comply.
He nods then kisses me with a warm kiss that tells me more than he knows it does. Pushing his erection into me, he eases the kiss and takes my hands, helping me to lean back until the top of my body is upside down and I’m looking at the brush that fills the crevice that goes all the way to the sandy beach far below the house that sits on a cliff.
My body is taut and tight as I’m stretched out, and Chris is moaning with how I must feel wrapped around his cock. One hand holds me by one hip as he strokes my stomach with the other hand. Easy strokes he makes into me, and I have to admit it feels amazing.
When he moves his hand down, and his wet finger rubs my clit as he moves back and forth inside of me, I tremble with the sensation. The blood that’s rushing to my head has me feeling intoxicated, and the way he’s handling my body is exhilarating. It’s almost as if I’m flying.
In and out he goes then he’s holding me tight with both hands, and shouting, “Cum all over my dick, baby! Fucking cum all over me!”
My body has gotten so used to doing what he wants it to, I break into an orgasm as he’s commanded me too as I scream, “God! Oh, God!”
He keeps me in the position as his cock jerks and spits inside of me. Then he pulls me up and strokes my hair. “That was nice, huh?”
“Nice?” I ask as I shake my head. “No, it was phenomenal. You come up with some great ideas, baby.”
“I do, don’t I?”
I nod, and he smiles then takes me inside. Tossing me on the bed, he climbs up too. I pull him to rest his head on my breast, his arm is draped across my stomach.
There’s not been one time that either of us has mentioned checking to see if we’re pregnant. Not once, this entire month. We don’t even talk about babies at all.
Even as he lays his palm flat against my flat stomach, he says nothing. Not that it would be rounded yet anyway.
There’s been a shift in things. Chris holds me like he needs me. And I have to admit, I feel more for him with each passing day. Something’s blossoming between us, and I think it’s wonderful and a little scary too.
With a contract and things laid out and neatly planned, there was no room for emotions to get in the way of making a family. No arguments would occur. No threat of a relationship failing. There’d never be one.
But I feel like we’re falling into a relationship. My feelings for Chris are growing. I feel like I’m his family. And I’m beginning to worry if that’s dangerous for us both.
Chris rolls his head down and kisses my stomach then ventures further and kisses my clit. The man is insatiable. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve had sex.
In the matter of a month, I’ve had more sex than in my entire life. And not one dull session, I might add. Mind blowing orgasms have filled my days and nights.
Even now, I can see he’s set on giving me another one. God, I’m lucky!
Christopher
With the contract delivered to our home, I’ve instructed the lawyer what I’m going to do with it. He’s cautioned me about my actions, but at this point, I don’t care.
I have to make things right!
Placing it on my desk, I go up to get Quinn as I’ve instructed her to get dressed in something nice. I have a surprise for her. And I’m not sure at all how she’s going to take it.
I give her a call on the cell, instead of running up to fetch her. The afternoon is warm, and I’ve just had a convertible delivered. I plan on taking a nice drive along th
e coastline and making a trek to San Diego where I’ve ordered something for her.
“Yes, Chris?” she answers the phone.
“Are you ready?”
“Do I need to put on shoes?” she asks.
“Yes,” I tell her as I roll my eyes. The girl’s a hillbilly who never wants to put on shoes.
“Are we going outside?”
“Maybe. Come on, now. I’m growing impatient with you.”
“Damn, Chris! Chill! I’ll be right down. It’s not like you have your time scheduled. You can hold on for a few minutes. I need to pick out some shoes.”
“Do you look beautiful, like I asked you to?”
“Of course, I do! What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, just hurry up.” I end the call and find an envelope to put the contract in then place it in the inner pocket of my suit. I’ve put on a Givenchy suit and tie. Nice shoes round out my attire for today.
When she meets me in the foyer as I told her to, I see her stop dead in her tracks and look me up and down. “Damn!”
Running my hand over my lapel, I ask, “You like?”
She steps up and runs her arm through mine. “You look devastating.”
She’s wearing a blue Versace dress that makes her gorgeous eyes pop. “You look edible,” I growl at her as I take her out the door.
“Are we really going somewhere, Chris?” she asks with disbelief filling her expression.
“We are. I’ve made reservations at The Ivy and then we’re going to take a scenic drive down the coastline. It should be fun.” I push the button on the fob in my hand, raising the garage door. A little red Mercedes convertible shines out at us.
“Nice car,” she says as I take her to it.
“I hope you like it. I bought it for you, yesterday.”
Her jaw drops. “No!”
“Yes!” I say and pick her up then place her in the front passenger seat. “But today I’m driving.”
Her hands move over the soft, buttery tan leather as she looks over the car. As I slide in, she says, “You know this isn’t a safe care for a baby.”
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