Holy fucking Christ.
“Maddon, you have great tits.”
I’m desperately trying to keep my cool—to not grab her—
“You think so?” she says innocently, as if the bitch doesn’t already fucking know.
The small pink nipples contract in the air, and I want so badly to grab her fucking waist and fondle her tits. I want to bite her neck and her nipples and sink my teeth into her collarbone. I want her.
She bends over before I can act on it, and I stare at her tits drooping down into perfect teardrop shapes. Her leggings snag at her waist and she pulls them all the way off her small, hairless thighs. Then her shaven pussy glistens in the low light.
Oh Jesus.
She plays with my belt. The sound is almost painful to my ears. I want to rip it off and fuck her, and use the belt to make big welts on her ass for taking so fucking long. I’m completely out of my element, and I’m not used to it. I’m used to ordering the girl around, getting what I want.
I’m about ten seconds away from losing all control.
My slacks pull down to my knees, and my cock jumps as she rips my briefs down. Then she straddles my waist, grabbing me in her fist, her tits in my face. Oh God, tits. She sinks down, right over my throbbing cock. Her wet cunt completely swallows it.
Condom!
I don’t give a fuck right now. Elena’s beautiful body rises, her tits slapping my face as she sinks back down on me with that incredible, wet heat gripping my cock. She moans in my ear.
“You’re so fucking big. So deep—ah!”
She fucks me hard, riding my cock like I’m a goddamn bull, and I take her hips in my hands. It’s overwhelming—her tits in my face, her tiny waist moving up and down. Her sweet pussy swallowing me. God, it’s been so long since I’ve fucked a girl bareback, I forgot how good it was.
Her lips attack mine with a passion I’ve never experienced before, even in all my drug-induced, frenzied fucks. Her hands fuck up my hair, and then she yanks as she drops down hard, my balls smacking against her pussy. Then she turns my head to the side.
“Look.”
I see myself in the mirror, laughing and half-dressed as a naked girl bounces on my lap, her tits slapping my face. She grinds herself on my cock as she twists with a moan. Fuck, it’s an incredibly hot sight. I could stare at her all fucking day.
“Do you like this?”
“Fuck yes.”
The sounds of her body bouncing on me are almost enough to make me come. She pants from the exertion of bouncing on me, moaning when I lift my hips to fuck her deep. Then suddenly she raises herself from my waist, and cold air hits my wet dick.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Sucking your cock.”
She’s already between my knees, gripping my iron rod of a dick in her hands. Her mouth slides over my length, and it’s like slipping into paradise. Tight, hot, wet. Her tongue slides down me as her mouth sucks the juices from her pussy. Fuck. Holy fuck.
My nerves scream as she moves her wet little mouth up and down me, nearly gagging at times. The sweet, innocent Mafia princess can suck cock like a champ. It blows my mind. A growing pressure behind my dick fills me with a burning desire to fuck the shit out of her mouth, but she’s determined to control everything. I get a nice view of her body as she sucks me off, and then she does something with her mouth. A stream of precum flows out of me as she uses my cock like a lollipop, the obscene, sucking noises almost too much for me. I pop out of her mouth and she grins at me, still fisting me.
“I want you to come in my mouth.”
“I like that idea.”
Suddenly she climbs over my lap again and aims my aching cock toward her pussy. A delicious sigh leaves her mouth as she sinks down. Her thighs smack against mine as she fucks me furiously, her tits smashed against my face. I’ve never been fucked like this before—Holy shit!
My hands curl over her shoulders and I drive my hips upward, my lips meeting hers. Her tongue, honeyed with some sweet drink, sweeps into my mouth as her teeth bite down. She’s fucking wild. My heart pounds in my chest like a battering ram, and then she sweeps my hair from my face and kisses me again. It’s intense, almost as if I’m some kind of long-lost lover.
Her cunt squeezes me as she sinks down hard enough to hurt my balls, and then they tighten. It’s building up—this girl’s going to make me fucking come in five minutes like some kind of chump.
“I-I’m going to—”
Cold air stings me again as she leaps off and sinks to her knees. Her hot mouth swallows me again, a ring of pressure around the base of me. She takes my hand and places it behind her head, and I ball my fingers in her hair.
She wants me to fuck her mouth.
I oblige the filthy slut, digging my cock inside her as deep as she’ll take me—which is really fucking deep. Her lips brush the base of my balls and her tongue sweeps me from side to side, igniting a million pleasure nerves. I choke her throat. It makes me fucking insane to hear the sounds my dick makes when it moves down her bulging neck. Then I grab the sides of her head and I feel it—a hot rush of cum bursting through my cock.
My moan echoes throughout the kitchen as I bury myself deep, my manhood spurting long jets in the back of her throat. She keeps her mouth sealed and sucks every drop from me. Ecstasy shakes my thighs as I keep pumping inside her, until finally her lips pop from me. She rises to her feet and sits on my lap.
And then I feel incredibly unsatisfied.
I wanted her pussy, and I got her mouth.
She wraps her arms around my neck, still giving me that unsettling, deep stare. “Next time, you get to fuck me however you like.”
A grin spreads across my face. Next time? Who said there would be a next time? But I know that there will be. She’s too damn hot and willing. I know it’s against my rules—I know that I’m supposed to kick her out now, but I can’t help it. I want her again. And again.
“I liked what you did with your mouth.” My fingers trace her lips, and then I lean forward, inexplicably drawn to her. She kisses me as though she wants me again, and then I reach underneath for her pussy and it’s still soaking wet.
Well, well, well.
“I’m on birth control, by the way.”
Part of me doesn’t believe her, and part of me doesn’t give a shit.
She squeals as I stand up with her in my arms and pivot on the spot, heading for my bedroom. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight. You won’t be able to walk straight for a week because you’ve been with me. I let you have your fun, and now it’s my turn.”
Elena gives me a coy smile as I set her down on my bed, and she immediately plays with my cock. It grows in her hands as I feel the blood pulse through it. Goddamn it. How does she do that to me?
Her hair fans out behind her as she lies on her back, her knees pushed together. My eyes wander down her thighs to her swollen pussy, still wet for me.
“I want you to fuck me until I’m numb. Even when I beg you to stop.”
“Yeah? You want more of this?”
She does. Elena smiles under her eyelashes.
“Go ahead and suck it like a good slut.”
A faint blush tinges her cheeks as she sits up on her knees and does exactly what I asked her. I sigh as her lips pass over the head of my cock to make that wonderful, sucking noise that immediately gets my dick hard.
She’s good enough to make me want to come inside her pretty mouth again. Watching her lick every drop from me was amazing, but I want her to get hot for me. I want her to beg me for more.
I pull my hips away from her and she looks up at me with a questioning look. Then I smooth my hand over her flushed tits and gently push her back down.
“Spread those beautiful legs for me.”
They’re so soft. I run my hands along her inner thighs as she opens them for me, exposing her pink pussy. My mouth waters just thinking about having her buck against my tongue.
I spread a hand over h
er belly as I kneel down between her legs and breathe in her scent. It’s heady with the smell of us combined. She looks at me.
“Tony.”
Then her voice lifts into a cry as my mouth smothers her pussy. My tongue flicks her clit, already swollen with need, and then I lick her all the way back to the front. Her back arches and her legs shiver. She reaches out, trying to touch me, and her knees tighten around my head.
And I smile against her cunt.
“Please, Tony—please don’t!”
It sounds as though she’s crying for the opposite. She fists the sheets, bucking madly as my chin runs with her juices. My tongue fucks her deeper as my mouth sucks her little clit, and then I pull back when her breathing quickens.
“Fuck me!”
I want to. My cock is hard enough so that I feel every painful throb of my heart through the veins in my dick. She’s soaking wet and her pussy will let me glide through without any resistance, and everything inside me thinks that I’m fucking crazy for not fucking her already.
My fingers slide right through her pussy, curling upward. When she makes a sharp moan, I know I’ve hit the right spot. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I tongue her clit. It’s so fucking wet, and then she pounds the mattress with her fist.
“Just fuck me already! Please!”
I laugh, my breath billowing over her clit. “You want me that badly?”
My mouth makes a seal on her inner thigh and I suck until there’s a bright-red mark. Her face twitches as if she’s in pain, and then she grabs my hand.
“I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
I’m ready with a sneer the moment the words leave her mouth. She has no idea how many women I’ve been through. I don’t give a fuck about anything, but when she looks at me like that, I believe her.
I take her in my arms—she doesn’t weigh a thing—and I carry her to the living room, dick throbbing. My high-rise has a wall of glass separating the building from the outside. Elena’s cheeks darken when she realizes what I have planned, but she doesn’t object.
I want the whole world to see us fucking.
She slides from my waist, and I rip the shirt and tie from my body, gazing out into the cold outdoors. There are countless glowing windows on the other side of the street. We’re easily visible. Everyone’s going to be able to see her tits pressed up against the glass as I fuck her from behind.
Elena hesitates as I turn her around so that she can see the faint outline of her reflection.
“This is—I—”
My lips bend to her ear. “If you want my cock, you’ll bend over and place your palms flat on the glass.”
My arm wraps around her tits and gives them a squeeze, and for a moment I think she’s going to chicken out. She freezes.
Then she bends over obediently, palms flat against the glass. She waits for me, her thighs quivering. Her head lifts so that anyone looking will see the expressions on her face. Her cheek presses against the glass as I aim my dick inside her slick pussy and ease in. Fuck, she feels good.
Her walls let me glide right in, opening up for my cock. She lifts her head and gasps when I grind against her hips. I jerk toward me as I pound her in earnest, screams ripping from her throat to bounce all around us as I nail her against the glass. She forgets all about her embarrassment and flattens her elbows against the cold wall.
“Tony! Oh my God!”
Yes, that’s what I was fucking waiting for. Scream for me, honey.
She’s bouncing against my cock so hard that her tits swing back and forth in beautiful, teardrop shapes. I reach under her and grope one of them as she tries to turn her head with a smoldering look that makes me want to come all over her face.
I want more of her.
She straightens her back as I tighten my arm around her waist, lifting her up to fuck her hard against the glass. Her tits press against it and I imagine the sight from the other side: two huge tits in perfect circles, the side of her face a mask of frustration and pleasure. I think I see a light flicker from the opposite side of the street, and a dark figure stands silhouetted against the light. He’s facing us.
A thrill shoots up my spine as I hammer her wet cunt, her cries almost frantic now. What a beautiful sound, and it’s all for me. The pressure builds up in my balls, and I see myself thrusting behind her sexy ass, arms wrapped around my woman as I claim her pussy.
Then it rips through me like the force of a bomb. My groan mingles with her shouts as I bury myself deep, and then incredible relief fires into my veins as I blast cum into her soaked pussy. I grab her throat as I thrust hard, and she twists in my arms slightly to kiss me. Her stung lips part into a small moan as I slide in and out of her.
I feel lightheaded.
I pull out, watching as cum slips out and runs down her legs. Anxiety suddenly punctures my euphoria. I always use a condom. Always. How did this girl make me forget to use one?
We collapse on the couch together and she sits across my legs, nuzzling my neck.
“I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”
Calm settles over my limbs as I let her curl up next to me. I always hate this part—the coming down from a high that always makes me feel a goddamn void. It’s usually also the time I start my countdown to the minutes I gently ask the girl to leave, but I don’t feel like I’m in a hurry this time.
I rub the back of her neck as she plants kisses on my throat, and it’s more than pleasant. Something uncomfortable bristles inside me.
Fuck. I shouldn’t let her stay long.
“I know.”
“You’re a confident guy, aren’t you?”
“I am when it comes to fucking.”
My skin shivers when she gives me a kiss right under my ear.
“You should be.”
Elena pulls back and beams at me. The smile she gives me makes me want her again, but I’ve already broken my rules once. She needs to get the fuck out.
“I’ve got work to do tonight.”
She stiffens as she recognizes the dismissal and her eyes suddenly look so sad that it’s like a knife to my gut.
“No you don’t.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Sorry, hon, but I do.”
Her lip quivers and I see the destruction all over her. Her eyes swim and a tear runs down her cheeks. I’m used to seeing chicks crying all the time, most of the time from rage, but this is different. This makes me feel bad. Not just in a general guilty sense, but in a way that makes my blood cold.
She takes my face in her hands and bites down on her lip viciously. “Please let me stay the night.”
There’s a tugging feeling in my chest that I despise. She runs her thumb over the stubble on my jaw and pleads me with her eyes. I think about those bruises on her neck.
“Why?”
Let her fucking stay!
Elena shakes her head violently. “I just need to stay here for one night. Just let me stay here, and I swear I’ll never bother you again if that’s what you want.”
The red flags are in flames.
The sweetness evaporates from my voice. “All right. I don’t usually do this, but I’ll let you stay so long as you don’t give me drama in the morning.”
She flinches from the coldness in my voice, but nods gratefully.
“Thank you.”
The warmth from her body disappears as she gets up from my lap and pads to the entrance to gather her clothes, and I hate the sting of cold from her absence. Blood pounds in my head as I go back inside my bedroom and pick a pair of boxers. The nagging feeling grows as I brush my teeth in the bathroom.
She’ll give me a hard time in the morning. I just know it. She’ll cry. She’ll moan. She’ll complain.
Fucking idiot. Shouldn’t have told her she could stay.
The mattress sinks as I sit down and wait for her to come inside. Ten minutes later I stand up with a growl and search for her. What the fuck is she doing?
Then I see her body curled u
p on the couch, trembling from the cold.
What a fucking asshole you are, Tony.
It hits my gut, seeing her like that. She thinks I want her on the couch, that she’s not good enough for my bed. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I just don’t want attachments. My shirtless reflection glares at me from the glass window, and I fix my expression, walking toward the curled-up girl. She stiffens when I lay my hand on her head.
“Come.”
“It’s okay,” she says in a reedy voice. “I’m fine.”
“Come.”
My mother didn’t raise me to be an asshole to girls. I take her hand and she follows me into the bedroom. I crawl under the sheets, and she follows swiftly, adding her warmth to my king-sized bed.
“Thanks, Tony.”
Don’t thank me.
I don’t want to feel anything for her. That’s the whole fucking point of my “one night” rule. I turn my back on my guilt and shut the light, imagining the grateful smile on her face in the dark.
* * *
A soft feeling on my cheek, and then lips kissing my eyes open.
It’s peaceful. Beautiful. Then I look directly into her dark eyes, slightly creased with sadness.
The warmth in my chest disappears and I adjust myself under the sheets, noticing with a delayed fog that her naked tits press into my chest. My cock wakes up sharply and my eyes flare open. From the look on her face, she isn’t wearing anything else.
Well, that’s one way to wake up.
“Bonjour, mademoiselle.”
“Hi.” Elena’s lips seal against mine as her hand anchors over my cock. It stiffens almost immediately, and Elena pulls back, smirking.
“I didn’t fuck you hard enough last night?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
My mouth gapes open slightly as I feel heat rolling from her body. She’s not lying—I can feel her wetness when I curl my hand between her thighs. It comes back soaking.
I just can’t let her leave unsatisfied.
Fuck yes.
My body rolls to the side and I yank open the nightstand drawer, fishing for a condom. Using my teeth, I tear it open and roll it over my rock-hard cock. No frills. Just a quick, hard fuck. She wraps her legs around me and gasps as I fuck her pussy, hammering her hard until she clutches my shoulders, screaming. It’s different when you can see their faces clearly in the daylight. Every vulnerability is laid out in the open for me, and Elena bares it all. She doesn’t hide.
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