Hearts of Iron

by Day, Laura

  Brave for a little one.

  Intermittently they kissed deeply until finally they stood naked before each other, panting, wanton. He adored her beautifully-proportioned miniature body, encased as it was in glorious, soft, creamy flesh. He knew he was a largely-built guy, but she was small, even for a woman, and must have been around half his size. This made her seem all the more vulnerable in his hands, which came with responsibility.

  Placing his palms either side of her flushed, round, lovely face he kissed her deeply, exploring the contours of her mouth with his tongue, devouring her, wanting desperately to do the same to her entrance.

  She placed her hands around his cock and moaned with need.

  A jolt of desire made him grab her hair, pulling her away so he could see the face of the woman who affected him so. She gasped at the pain and kissed her again, softly this time. To reassure her he was not going to hurt her.

  Truth was, after initially entering a woman, he didn’t normally fuck gently. But she was so tiny, she made him want to try. Besides, he didn’t want rush something he may not get chance to do again. Once she had her bit of rough, she’d most likely feel ashamed and want to pretend it never happened. He intended to make the most of her while she was crazy enough to want him.

  Gathering her up in his strong arms he carried her through to her large lounge and to the soft, cushiony sofa in its center. He lay her down and stroked hair from her face. She got lost in the cushions, the sofa was so big. He stroked her breasts and watched as she purred at his touch, and then she wrapped her tiny fist around his throbbing cock, twisting her wrist as she moved up and down.

  “Ah,” sighed Lance, enjoying the motion. He decided to match her boldness and moved his hand down to her sweet, wet vagina, rubbing her clit, circling it and stimulating her feminine folds until they became engorged with need.

  Katie writhed beneath his touch and her moans were music to his ears. Lance slid a finger inside her and found her G-spot with ease. Arching her back, she spread her legs wide open for him. “Good girl,” he told her, sliding in another finger to rub her swollen spot a little more. His dick grew harder with need. “You’re so wet,” he said, wrapping his hand over hers on his cock. “You want this so bad, huh?”

  “What do you think?” she drawled.

  Katie’s grip on his cock tightened, and her movements quickened until he thought he might come. He leaned in and kissed her, gripping both her hands above her head to stave off his imminent release. Pulling back from their kiss, he examined her, all writhing vulnerability and flushed cheeks. “Tell me what you want, Beautiful.”

  “Oh no!” Katie declared. “I tell people what to do all day. You tell me.”

  His cock flexed in excitement. “You might regret that.”

  “Make me regret it,” she said, grinning.

  He grinned right back; this day was getting better by the minute. Fuck the law; that could wait. This was getting interesting. “You’re gonna take all of this,” he said, grabbing his cock. “But first, I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue.”

  “I quite like the sound of that.” Katie said, breathing deeply.

  He let go of her hands and trapped them beneath her body. “Don’t move them.” He could tell in her expression that she was getting off on his instructions. He wanted to make her eat his dick, but as keen as she was to be kinky, part of the turn on for Lance was also that she was a lady. Considering his size compared to her, he would rather she offer to blow him, at least for the first time. After that, if she coped, he would take it a little more freely. Instead he licked her mouth, inside and out. “Now I’m gonna do that in your pussy.”

  He moved slowly lower, and Katie gyrated excitedly. He admired that she had the most pert tits—not too big or too small, but firm and soft to the touch. He’d soon grown tired of the novelty of fake tits and fake tan when every woman started to look the same. The real thing was hot. Katie was scorching hot. He decided he was in the mood to tease, to make her beg for his dick, if he could hold out long enough.

  He flicked his tongue over her nipples, which hardened immediately. Suckling each one in turn, he nibbled a little until her sighs and wriggling prompted him to move lower to her greedy folds.

  Hoisting her legs over his shoulders, he lapped up his first taste of her succulent wetness. His firm tongue made her grind against his face, and she tasted so honeyed he thought he might come right there.

  “Oh yeah… Ah,” moaned Katie.

  He massaged her clit with one thumb and pushed her legs high—her knees above her tummy— with the other hand, while he slid his tongue deep inside of her. His tongue was so thick and long. He had a lot more flexibility with it than with his huge cock, and could focus his strokes directly over the G-spot. Drove women crazy and made him horny as hell. As he pushed his tongue in and out, he flicked it over Katie’s most sensitive area, listening as she pleaded, “Oh god. Don’t stop.”

  So, he pulled out his tongue and lowered her legs.

  Katie looked at him, confused. “What— Why?”

  “You like that?”

  “Err, yeah? I was almost there.”

  “Beg if you want more.”

  She smirked. “Oh I get it. You tease.” Biting her lower lip seductively, she added, “Please don’t leave this girl hanging.”

  “I said I’d make you regret it.”

  Katie sat up, leaning back on her hands. Her sweat-covered face came closer to his. “What do you want me to say? That I love your tongue inside me, that I’m desperate to feel the full length of your perfect cock inside me? That I…”

  He wanted to lick her inside for hours, teasing and coaxing, but hearing the lady talk dirty had the desired effect. The urgency to enter her, to feel her inner walls wrap around his cock, was incredible. He grabbed her hips and hoisted her body up to his face. Her head fell back against the cushions and he licked her again, back to front, lap after delicious lap.

  “Ah Lance, yes— Feels so good.”

  He forced his tongue inside again, her loins enveloping him and clamping down. She tasted divine and her whimpers of joy at his hands made his dick throb. He couldn’t wait much longer to enter her pussy. Lance massaged Katie’s engorged clit with one thumb as she writhed and shivered. To check he had widened her enough to accept his girth, he inserted first one, then two, then three fingers—slowly, gently. She was so wet, so accepting, and her G-spot was an easy find. She trembled at its caress.

  She’s ready.

  Katie leaned up, grabbed his hair, and pulled it a little in urgency. “Ride me like you ride your bike, Lance.”

  That was all he needed to hear. He carried her further up, higher on the couch, so her shoulders were slightly elevated above the rest of her body. She was as light as a feather and that angle was always a winner.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take it slow.” He wiped pre-come over her vagina, lubricating the entrance with his large, purple tip. Then he slowly inched his cock inside her.

  She gasped at its insertion. “Oh Lance… you’re so fucking big.”

  He stopped, not wanting to hurt her or risk his chances of fucking her senseless. “Too fast? Too much?”

  “No way, gimme all of that bad boy.” She pushed herself down onto his cock, but not all the way. “Come on Lance. I need this.”

  Her desire drove him to inch in faster than he thought she might handle, until she had devoured him whole. “Oh, lady, that feels… insane.” He moved slowly at first, in and out, in and out, until her arousal and wetness assured she would not feel pain.

  Finally, he was ready to get this party started.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Katie had never felt so lost in her own needs before. For the first time in her life she didn’t care about what was wrong or right; only that it felt good. And being with Lance, sexually at least, felt damn good.

  His hefty girth was a little intimidating at first, but equally as arousing because the challenge of taking him all insid
e, of surrendering to a man for the first time, was too tempting to refuse. All she wanted was to hold him inside of her as quickly as possible, even if it stung a little. But he’d teased her so expertly with his tongue, and his soft beard had bristled up against her so delightfully, that she thought she might climax without getting the prize.

  No, she’d never known such desire, and once he inched inside so carefully, so gently, she was ready for something less gentle and less cautious. “Ride me, Lance,” she begged, not recognizing her own voice, her own need. “Ride me harder.”

  He flashed his sexy grin and tilted his head. “If you want it, you got it, Beautiful.” Lance pushed one of her legs up to rest over his shoulder, then almost slid out completely before slamming himself right back in. It took her breath away, but she still wanted more.

  Katie growled at the feral urge taking over her. “More, I want more.”

  Repeating the strokes, he licked his lips and leaned down to consume Katie’s mouth. Resting his forehead against hers he bit his lip and studied her reaction as he moved, gradually picking up speed, making each thrust harder with every groan and sigh of approval she offered him. “How’s that feel, baby?”

  “Unbelievable,” she breathed, her gaze fixed on his. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Not a chance of that…” Lance shone with enthusiasm and sweat, dragging one hand through his disheveled mane. “Hold on tight, you’re gonna get all o’ me now, baby.”

  Grinning insanely, his eyes bright, he moved deeper into her, increasingly faster, harder. With her G-spot already ripe, her body already more aroused than it had ever been, it wasn’t long before a glorious warmth built up inside her, arriving like an old friend she’d missed immensely. “Almost there. More. Please…”

  “You take a lot of cock for little lady.” Lance said, pounding her small, willing body against his, his balls slapping her ass, his girth filling her up.

  She loved his dirty talk, and smiled at him appreciatively. “I love it… who knew?” She gasped, the question part humor, but also part genuine.

  “Fuck, you’re one bad girl in a good girl blouse, Katie.” He picked her up like she was a rag doll so he could suckle her breasts while he continued to drill into her very bones.

  “A bad girl?” She laughed, breathlessly and loved that he’d seen her sexuality beneath her doctor persona. But even she hadn’t known there was a bad girl inside her until then. “Good girl blouse?”

  He leaned back, resting his hands on her breasts, slowing down his thrusts a little to address her question. “Black lacy bra under a white blouse—dead giveaway and sexy as hell.”

  “Ah!” Taking one of his hands from her breast, she kissed its palm, then sucked on his forefinger. “You bring bad out in me,” she drawled.

  Katie wondered how a stranger had read her needs, her character, so correctly, and yet her ex-fiancée never managed it during their seven years together? She smiled, feeling blood heat her cheeks, and pulled him closer to grasp his bulky shoulders. “Kiss me hard, and fuck me harder.”

  “Oh yeah, you’re bad, alright.” They kissed passionately while he pumped inside her. Then he did as she asked, giving her furious friction, all but pummeling her and aided by extreme his arousal until Lance threw back his head, jaw clenched.

  Katie screamed, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

  Lance’s determination shone in his ethereal eyes, darkened with desire. He rode her like his life depended on it and mouthed inaudibly, “You’re fucking incredible.”

  Watching this virile man above her, inside her, giving her an exhilarating experience she would never forget, felt liberating. Pure, uncorrupted emotions rushed in to tear away four years of loneliness and celibacy, propriety and reason, and Katie thought she might explode with laughter or blubber like a fool.

  Then, Lance howled, “Ah…!” He leaned back. “I’m holding on tight to this one, for you.” A wave of concentration pinched his face. “You feel so damn good around my cock!”

  Such a remarkable sight in that moment. He glared down at her so full of anticipation and joy. Katie just hoped she could ride his glorious cock to climax before his need denied her the opportunity. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on how every miraculous inch of his member stroked her insides. She raised her hands to his broad chest to run her fingers through the spattering of blonde hairs spread across it, appreciating the utter feast that was Lance Brewer.

  Then, that long lost glorious warmth spread out through her body, pouring out from her. “Hold on for me, I’m coming!”

  “That’s it baby, take what you need.”

  She needed to change position, to feel him in all the right ways while she had the chance, to get the very best out of her long awaited, sweet release. Who knows when she’d get this opportunity again? She doubted Lance was a relationship kind of guy and she wasn’t sure she could be this carefree and bold again.

  She pushed Lance back, saying, “Like this.”

  “Why? I haven’t hurt you, have I?” asked Lance, his brow pinched.

  “Don’t talk, sexy. Move.”

  He moved out of her way while she bent over the arm at the other end of the sofa. Reaching between her legs she used a hand to guide him inside her, then peered over her shoulder and found him smiling down at her. She said, “I need you like this.”

  “Sweet Jesus, I’m trying to hold on for you, and you do that? Now who’s teasing?” He didn’t argue though, swiftly mounting her and grabbing her shoulders for enough traction to ensure she received the pounding she asked for.

  As soon as he entered her from that angle, Katie knew her release was imminent. When he pumped into her, the pleasure was incomparable to anything she had ever experienced. “Coming …I’m coming!” She watched over her shoulder as her bad boy pummeled her vagina and she sighed deeply as her release arrived.

  It’s so fucking good to be bad.

  Lance leaned back, straightened his spine, puffed out his chest. “You look so damned hot coming on my cock, Doc!” Grinning with a crazy, sexy glare in his eyes, his mouth came down on hers, his strong arms wrapping around her, and his large hands found her breasts, squeezing, stroking each erect nipple.

  Katie suckled his tongue, moaning into his mouth as she closed her eyes and rode her orgasm to completion.

  “You’re clamping down on me,” he breathed into her mouth. “That feels fuckin...”

  “…incredible,” she whined, completing his sentence. “Ah…”

  Lance ground down on her, pushing her tummy into the sofa, and she clenched with each glorious throbbing reflex.

  She had surrendered to her animalistic sexuality with a stranger for the first time in her life, and it gave her the most fun she could remember having… ever.

  Opening her eyes, she found Lance smiling, insanely attractive, looking like the cat that got the cream. Only she had got the cream, not him. Not yet. Now it was his turn. “Move back.”

  “Okay,” Lance said, leaning back as she requested, but pulling her with him as though he didn’t want to her let go.

  “Trust me,” said Katie, reassuringly. Pulling him out of her, she missed him instantly and felt empty. She hoped in that moment there would be many more times of Katie and Lance getting sticky. She turned around to face him and in that moment hoped for a different kind of Katie and Lance relationship, something meaningful, something going places, something enduring. But she brushed that thought away, refusing to let it ruin what they had right then.

  His eyes travelled over her nakedness. “Now, what more can I do for you, Baby?”

  She got off the sofa and knelt down on the floor, opening his legs, “It’s more about what I can do for you... baby.”

  His eyes sparkled, “You just keep on getting better.”

  His body was incredible. Firm, sturdy, well formed; his immense girth was perfectly in proportion. Such masculinity contrasted discerningly with his softer featured face, and he had been surprisingly gentle for a ba
d boy until prompted to be otherwise. He lay back expectantly, his erection fit to burst. Exquisite as she found him, she couldn’t resist. “I’m going down this time… the best is yet to come.”

  ***

  Lance closed his eyes and soaked up the delight of her pretty mouth around his cock. She worked him with her tongue expertly, her tiny hands massaging its base and his balls. “You’re a surprise, Katie Brighton, and I do love surprises.” Goddamn, he was tempted to just let go of his seed in her mouth, but not this time. After several minutes of her incredible lapping and sucking action, he leaned in and grabbed her under her arms. “Come here, beautiful.”

  “Hey, you didn’t like it?” she said, a fake sulk on her face.