by Cynthia Dane
Wish he’d pull off my panties and drill me right here.
“I said I bet you’re a shitty fuck.”
His greedy eyes remain locked on mine as he unzips his jeans and lowers his boxers. The front-row seat I get of his hard cock popping out is enough to make me turn into a miserable mess of wanton needs. Really, my mouth should be all over that thing. Not rewarding it with my presence. Oh, no. We don’t do that. We make that cock grateful to have me using every skill I’ve amassed over the years. I’ll hum on that cock until he loses all control and makes me swallow his load. Then I’ll get up, take off my clothes, and get him hard again in two minutes.
Yeah, that thing doesn’t look like it tastes like pity and shame.
“Does this look like it can’t give you a good fucking time?” Drew asks, both palms sprawled on the wall behind me. He has me completely cornered. I’m surrounded by his natural musk and that lustful look in his eyes. “You know what really pisses me off, Cher?” The way he says my name, as if it’s an affront to his senses, turns me on enough to lower my hands from the wall and run them down his chest. My whole body calls to his in ways I can’t describe. It’s like the core of my being is shaking, shaking, shaking, and the only thing that can stop the shudders is him. “I was going to fuck you so damn good tomorrow. Was gonna take my time to pleasure every inch of your ungrateful body. I’ve spent every moment since I first laid eyes on you thinking about how I’m going to fuck you. Now you’ve thrown all that out the window. Now I have no choice but to fuck you like the succubus you are.”
There were a million choice words he could have called me, each one more offensive than the last. Don’t get me wrong. Succubus and its meanings are pretty dirty, but I’m not offended. If anything, I admire his word choice when all the blood is currently in his cock. I definitely know what he’s thinking about if nothing else.
“Don’t you know a succubus wants you to fuck her?” My nails dig into his throat. My lips are only an inch away from his ear. “You’d only be giving me what I want.”
“A woman gets it good and hard,” he counters, “but a she-demon gets hunted down.”
“Let me guess. Your cock is a weapon?” I don’t touch it, but I definitely look at it. If I scoff, will that piss him off? I’ve honestly seen bigger. Definitely fucked a few bigger than this. But bigger isn’t always better. There’s a lovely medium between size and skill. He can have one, but I bet he doesn’t have both. “How original. You gonna fuck the bitch out of me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of having such exponential skill.”
“You don’t have the means to try.”
He growls again, and God knows I encourage it by lifting my skirt and giving him a glimpse of my underwear. I don’t have to wonder if I’m wet. I’m probably soaked through. He could ram it in right now, and I’d be ready.
Don’t tell him that, though. I’m not in the business of inflating his ego.
“If you keep talking like that,” he says, a warning in his voice, “I’m not going to give you an out. You’d be begging me for mercy while I split you wide open without a care about it.”
Tell me again how much you don’t care, Drew. Go on. Convince me you’re not ready to roar at the thought of you eight inches deep and exploding like an animal. You might as well fuck me like you think I’m the biggest trash disaster in the world. You clearly think I am! I think we’ve established that I’m unworthy of any genuine affection or tenderness. Treat me like your nasty sex doll already!
“I double-dare you.”
I’m not a prophet. I’m not even clairvoyant. How am I supposed to know what he’s about to do? He could pin me against the wall with nothing but his cock and words of clever condemnation. He could throw me on the floor and take me like the bitch he knows I am. Rip off my panties for all I care. Come on my face, if you dare. Make me choke on your cock or choke me with your grip like they do in the skin flicks these days. Be a depraved piece of shit alongside me, Drew Benton. You know it’s what you want.
Clearly, you look at me and see a woman made for your pent-up rage and desire. If you’re in this kind of disgusting business, you have issues with women. Go ahead and get them out with me. I make an excellent punching bag. Ask any of my exes.
Yes, including the nice ones. Go ahead. Ask them what I deserve.
You know, I was half-kidding when I said he might throw me over my shoulder and pack me off to his bed. Not only did I not think he was that strong, but I didn’t think he wanted me so badly he’d put in that amount of effort.
I don’t let him hear or feel the slightest bit of surprise as I end up over his shoulder, arms dangling down his back and hair clouding my vision. Drew turns around so quickly that I momentarily lose my ability to know where I am. He’s knocked my lust all around my body. No longer do only my loins beg for attention. My breasts tingle for him to pinch and taste them. My thighs ache to have him between me, driving himself into the oblivion that is the cunt he knows he shouldn’t want so badly. My hands grasp uselessly at the air. Give me something to touch. Give me shoulders to claw and an ass to smack. I’m as feral as Drew is now. There is no love, no sweet desire in what we’re about to do. It’s raw and emotional, all right, but I wouldn’t call it passion. Just two people acting like fucked up children.
He slams his bedroom door shut behind us. When I land on his bed, I realize the curtains are drawn back, the whole of Portland’s industrial eastside peering into the window and loving every moment of my debasement. And his. Because don’t think for two seconds that I’m the only one lowering myself in this moment.
Drew has fallen hard enough to fuck me, after all. That says a lot about his character.
He doesn’t say a word as he tosses his hat across the room and lifts his shirt over his head. Yes, yes, he has chiseled abs and the right amount of chest hair I’ve fantasized about! There! You happy? He’s fucking perfect. A regular ol’ Adonis. He’s got the fucking V running into his pants, which he has completely unbuckled and pushed down his thighs. In case I didn’t get a great look at his cock earlier. Well, there it is. Bigger and harder than ever. I half expect him to command me to suck it like his little golden whore.
Instead, he flips his shirt on top of my head. While I’m struggling to get his sweat-stained clothes off my face, he pulls my hips to the end of the bed and slides his hand between my legs. The movement is so sudden, and I’m so preoccupied with his shirt, that I yelp to feel his finger already pulling my underwear aside and dipping inside of me.
That’s it, though. That’s the only bit of vulnerability he’s gonna get out of me.
Bastard.
“Do I have to say it?” His words are methodical, even in their grit. They also sound right in my ear, because his face is that close. So is his finger, in case I’ve forgotten what I smell or taste like. “You’re wet.”
“Did you expect anything less?” I snap back.
“Oh ho ho. I knew you wanted me, but you’re wet enough for me to ram you in the ass.”
I’d like to see him try, but that’s the one thing I won’t goad him to do. Not on a first fuck.
Ha! Like there would ever be another. Maybe I should let him fuck me in the ass right now so I can say we did it. Although I can think of way better places for him to shove that cock. Like… maybe two inches farther south?
“Fuck.” Because he can’t be bothered to actually do it, Drew has to say it. Right when he has his hands on my ass and is ready to drive his cock home. (Lest you think I’m not in the correct frame of mind for this, let me assure you that my thighs are spread and my pussy is flashing a neon sign that says STICK IT HERE.) “Condom.”
Two words that bring me so close to disaster.
I push myself up and round on him before he has the chance to walk to the nightstand. “What’s wrong?” I ask, my pettiness dripping from my lips. My fingers travel down the length of his happy trail and grab his cock. Holy hell. It’s like holding my favorite sex toy in my hand. Always h
ard. Always lubed. Always ready to roll me into pound town. “Don’t have the guts to go for it? You must be the only guy in town who concerns himself with prophylactics.” I have horror stories. For another time.
“All the more reason to go get one, right?” I’ve got one hand on his cock, and he’s got one hand on the back of my neck. His thick thumb rubs the tender spot of my throat. My eyes flutter closed as my head rolls back. His teeth graze my flesh. My thighs are so wet that I’m about to start humping his leg. “I don’t know where you’ve been.”
“Yet you can’t stop thinking about it.” I slowly release him from my grip. “Fucking me raw and senseless.”
Both of his hands are on the back of my head now, bringing my face closer to his. The force of his movements has me dropping my bottom lip and preparing for his tongue to make its grand reappearance in my mouth. “That’s what you want, huh?” he asks.
My skirt moves to the side with one generous flick of my hand. “I think it’s what we both want.” When Drew doesn’t move to kiss me, I lower my mouth down the length of his torso, never once breaking eye contact as my lips meet the tip of his hard cock.
If I’ve got one superpower, it’s making men give me whatever I want.
It doesn’t matter what common sense dictates. Doesn’t matter what everything I’ve learned in health class says. A part of me feels like I deserve it. Enticing this man to fuck me the way we both really want is as thrilling as being touched for the first time. I’m usually so cautious about it. Even when I’m lying to a guy and telling him I’m not on birth control because he has an impregnation fetish, you bet your ass I’m keeping a close eye on my IUD. It’s not going to save me from the other shit, though, and this is a town full of risks, if you know what I mean. My boyfriends don’t get special treatment until they prove to me that it’s safe. I know nothing about Drew Benton. For all I know, he goes barebacking through the Park blocks every Saturday night.
We’ve already established that I think I deserve the risk. That I’m getting off on the idea of his cock filling me up and fucking me until I scream. I put those thoughts in his head as I suck his length into my mouth and revel in the natural taste that makes him a man.
He’s still a bastard of a man, but that’s only turning me on more right now.
I taunt him with my tongue and goad him with my purrs. My legs spread open on his bed, allowing me to bend deeper and to slowly rub my thighs against the plush comforter beneath my knees. Drew stands at the end of his bed, absolutely mesmerized by my hard-earned skills. He doesn’t get to have the upper hand even if this ends with him piled on top of me and roaring into my ear, I’m still the winner.
Or maybe he’ll pop in my mouth and prove he wasn’t all that, after all. Either way, I win the war.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans, and I’m half expecting him to start humping my mouth. But Drew stands stark-still as I have my oral way with his cock. My eyelashes bat at his face as I stick my ass up in the air, skirt falling down my back and enticing him to rip apart my underwear. He doesn’t. He’s as stiff as statue, even when he grabs a chunk of my hair.
He’s deliberating. He’s planning. What should he do? Should he give into his animalistic temptations and punish me with his cock?
“I’d like to see you try,” I hint with nothing but a bat of my eyelashes. I hope he looks down at me sucking his cock and thinks of nothing but giving me what I deserve.
It all happens so quickly.
One second I’m working his whole rigid shaft, and the next I’m yanked off his cock with a handful of hair in his hand. I gasp, both for air and from the sudden jolt of exciting pain rocking through my scalp. When I fall backward, it’s not with him on top of me.
He pulls me to the end of the bed again. Before I know it, my underwear is ripped to the side, the tearing of fabric sending shudders down my spine shortly before my pussy’s deep, cavernous ache is finally satisfied.
The first slam of his cock is almost agonizing. I thought I was ready, but my position gives me an unnatural resistance, forcing his cock to bury inside me in ways I can barely fathom. When he pulls out, readying to go at me again, I grab the bed covers and prepare for battle.
Because that’s what it is. A battle of fucking wills.
I don’t anticipate how hard he’ll slam into me. I fly forward, a scream of something falling from my lips – and directly into his hand, which quickly finds my mouth.
He can try to silence my moans all he wants. I know how to make sure he acknowledges how much I love everything he throws at me.
It’s a gamut, all right. Drew’s relentless thrusts crash deep inside of me, with only his other hand to hold my hips in place so he can take me, damnit. The rising release of lust tearing apart his chest gives me all the strength I need to fuck him back, my ass slamming against his hips in a noble effort to make him come completely undone. One of his fingers slips between my teeth and rests atop my tongue. As the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, I wrap my tongue around his finger and practically rip his comforter apart.
I don’t give Drew the satisfaction of praising his cock or making him think I hate this. Both are too extreme, and not what a bastard like him deserves. No, what he’s going to get is my unending drive to claim his cock. He doesn’t have to rub my clit or pinch my nipples to make me come. Not that I’ll give him the satisfaction of coming!
You see, that’s the game I’m playing. I may have a filthy rich and damn handsome man fucking me like we’re in the middle of the woods, but I’m the one with the cards here. He’s going to give me what I want, which is his ultimate demise in the bedroom. He’s going to come. I don’t care where. Drew will spill his seed and forever know that I did that to him. Me, the woman he was hired to seduce and destroy, as if I never had the power to wreck his ego.
Meanwhile, I shall commit the powerful way he fucks to my memory, because this is one of those once in a decade bangs. The kind that will leave me sore for the next few days, because once Drew has you where he wants you, best believe that your ass will be hitting his stomach until he’s done.
God. It feels so fucking good.
I don’t completely lose it, though. His cock grows thicker inside of my tightening walls, but I refuse to come. The bed hits the wall. Our bodies create the cacophonic sounds of sex. I don’t doubt that we’re a seriously hot sight as I brace myself against his bed and tongue his fingers. When his hand moves from my hip to my hair, however, I steel myself for the inevitable purging of his need to fuck me.
“Shit.” That’s angry defeat in his voice, but it has nothing to do with exploding within me. Oh, no. Instead, Drew pulls out, leaving the gaping, dripping hole that is my pussy behind. I catch exactly one breath before he rolls me over and looms over me.
He’s much more intimidating like this, I have to give him that…
“Had enough yet?” he asks through a sadistic grin.
I can throw that right back at him. “Never.”
My blouse flies up my torso, wrapping behind my head but still holding my arms together. Drew tears down my bra, hard cock pressing against my aching slit as I moan and reach my pelvis for his. His jeans are on the floor. The last of my dignity is about to join it.
“You look fucking good with your cunt full of cock.” Drew yanks on my blouse pulling up my head and torso. The movement is only matched by his thrust into me. Instantly, my eyes roll back in my head. Fucking missionary position. I’m a sucker for it with the right man. Namely, a man with a big dick who knows how to use it. “Especially my cock. Spreads wide open for me, you know that, Cher?”
I prove his point by stretching my legs wider. He sinks a little deeper, not that it’s easy to tell through the steady rhythm of his thrusts. I can seriously feel it now – orgasm, creeping closer and closer to my mind. It’s rare for me to come from only penetration, but Drew’s determined strokes and my brain convincing me that this is the hottest sex I’ve ever had are making me want to suck him dry. Oh,
we know this isn’t over until he comes so hard that he can’t go anymore.
“You like it, huh?” My voice only betrays the slightest bit of a moan when I speak. “How does it feel? Like the best pussy you’ve ever fucking had? Will the bitch who figured out who you are be the one who…”
Drew pushes me back down, pinning my shoulders as he tortures me with long, languid movements of his cock. I refuse to cry out in pleasure. I’ll get wet for him. I’ll suck his fucking cock. I’ll tempt him until he’s driven to fuck me raw. I won’t confirm what he already knows I’m feeling.
“Be the one to what?” he teases me. “To take my cum?”
“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Not that you have the fucking balls to do it.”
I can feel his balls slapping against me right now, thank you very much. They’re heavy enough to shake my ass with every impact. Delightful enough for me to rest my feet against his shoulders. He doesn’t look twice at them.
“You’re going to come for me, Cher.” Drew picks up the thrusts, each one driving a little farther into the pits of my blackened soul. “When you do, you’ll have no choice but to take every fucking drop.”
“You don’t have the guts,” I continue to chide. “You don’t dare to come inside me.”
Of course, that damage is already done, thanks to precum and the like. I’m sure enough of it already drips inside of me, making way for the mighty orgasm about to bring Drew on top of me. Oh, I would die to feel it, too. The ripples of his cock as it bursts into the core of my being would be like ascending to a blissful plain. It’s not something I regularly indulge in. Drew? The man who was going to do this anyway under the guise of loving me? He can go to Hell, and he can take me with him.
“If you don’t want me to…” Drew kisses me, and I’m so happy about it that I fall back on my elbows and invite him down to nip my breasts. “Then don’t come. As simple as that.”