by Paige North
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going to fuck you again. Slowly.” I slow my fingers to demonstrate. “I’m going to take my time with you, pushing my dick in this pussy of yours that I love so much. I’ll fuck you slowly until you’re crying for me to go harder and faster. I want to torture you until you come. I want us to come together, Jordyn.” I slip my fingers out and gently pinch her clit, making her dig her fingers into my arm. I pinch and rub her clit some more, refusing to stop as her breath quickens. “I love it when you come, Jordyn. Come for me.” With more teasing on that swollen little pussy of hers she comes, the walls clenching, her clit throbbing, her fingers digging into me.
“Jordyn,” I say, “you are so sexy.”
“No,” she says, but there’s a satisfied smile on her face. She slowly opens her eyes, tugging her dress back in place. “You just make me crazy. Miles, you’re incredible. You make me lose my mind.”
“And what a pretty mind.” I kiss her lips, my mind spinning as to what else I can do to her once I get her upstairs.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the window, startling us both, which makes us laugh. I open the window and it’s the driver—we’ve arrived at my building.
“You ready?” I ask Jordyn.
She moves toward the door and looks up at the massive building. “I’m not sure.”
I kiss her cheek. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
Jordyn
Even when Miles isn’t touching me he’s making my body scream for him.
In the elevator up to the eighty-sixth floor penthouse, I think he’s going to kiss me, push me in to corner like he had me in the limo. But he doesn’t.
Despite having the elevator to ourselves, he stays on the other side, as far from me as he can get in the small space. But he keeps his eyes on me, making me squirm a little under his intense gaze. I run my hand across my breast. My body is pleading for him but I also want to see if I can make him come to me.
But Miles Croft is nothing if not strong in his resolves, and he stays where he is, despite the intent with which he watches me.
When we finally enter his place, he walks as cool as can be down the hall, dropping his keys on the kitchen island. I follow him in, and wait. I never thought it would be so much fun to be tortured.
He gets a small glass of ice. Then he walks into the sitting room, the city lights flickering out the huge windows. There’s already a fire going and I wonder who and where his staff is—they are completely unseen but magical things appear. Miles takes off his jacket and tie, tossing them across a chair.
He sits down as if it’s all nothing.
“Jordyn. Come in here,” he says. “And stand over there.” He points to a spot several feet from him. I comply. “Are you going to let me have you tonight?”
“Yes,” I say. Of course, please, now, I want to say.
“Are you wet?”
I nod yes. I’ve been wet for what feels like forever.
“Take off your dress,” he tells me.
I do as I’m told. As I stand naked before him, I don’t feel exposed; I feel like I’m showing myself to him, showing him that I have nothing to hide—and he shouldn’t either. But he sits before me, fully clothed, his eyes slowly drinking in every inch of my body. It makes me want to touch myself, but I want to let him be in control of me.
He pulls his eyes away from me and looks around the room. He lands on the tufted chaise near the fireplace. “There,” he nods. “Go over there and spread your legs.”
I’ve never known my body to yearn so much before, and without even being touched, but Miles is making me ache in a way I’ve never experienced. I lie back on the little sofa and spread my legs for him, hoping he’ll come touch me, or tell me to touch myself.
As I wait my pussy absolutely throbs for him; I can’t stay still I want him so badly.
Finally he rises from his chair and comes toward me.
He kneels on the floor beside me, then takes my leg and pulls it further open. He has a full view of my pussy and he looks at it, hungry but in control. He licks his lips is if he’s imagining what he’s about to do to me. I’m gripping the edges of the sofa, trying to control the flurry of sensations rocking my body.
Miles reaches into his glass for a piece of ice. Holding it in his fingers he brings it between my legs. When the ice touches my clit, I cry out. The cold burning sensation is so intense yet I want more. He slowly slides the ice along the center of my cunt, making me move my hips along with the ice. I don’t know if I want more or if I want him to stop. He works the ice over me some more, making me crazy, my head thrown back and eyes closed to too many sensations, the thousands of nerve endings on my sex going haywire.
And then, suddenly, Miles’s tongue laps up me, covering my cunt like a warm soft blanket, sending new thrills through the core of my body. Just as I’m reveling in his warmth on my sex he goes back to the ice, taunting me like a sadist.
I want to grab his head and shove it in my cunt but more than that I want him to play with my body. I want him to see what he does to me—and with ice and his tongue alone. It doesn’t take long for his taunting to break me.
When he works the ice down my walls while sucking on my desperate clit, I’m done for. My pussy spasms, my hips buck frantically, it’s all without my control as my body rocks it out until, what feels like minutes later of the orgasm, I collapse back on the sofa, spent.
This man sends my body to place I never knew existed, where I enter a new reality and then come crashing back to earth dizzy, wondering if that really just happened.
I’m trying to get my wits back about me when I feel his arms under me, gently pulling me off the sofa and resting me on the floor in front of the fire. His hands run over my stomach, which is still carrying a colony of butterflies.
“Are you warm?” he asks. “Do you need a blanket?”
“No,” I say. I move under his touch as he continues to explore all of me with his hands—over my breasts and up to my neck; back down over my hips to my thighs and all the way to my toes.
“You’re like a sculpture,” he says. “A piece of art.”
I turn my head to look at him sitting beside me. I slowly rise up on my elbows, still a little light headed. “What about you?” I say.
“Oh, I’m not even close to being done with you.”
“But your clothes. Can’t you take some of them off? I want to see you.” I reach out for his arms, feeling up the solid strength of his triceps and biceps. He’s so sexy and strong, and I feel safe under his hand. “Please,” I add.
“Does it keep you excited,” he asks, “seeing my body?”
“God, yes.”
He takes off his shirt and pants and God, the bulge of his big dick in his boxer briefs is enough to soak me up again. I want it in my hand, in my mouth, in my cunt. But he keeps it covered for now.
Aside from his intimidating but glorious cock, the lines of the rest of his body also make me mad with lust. It’s not just his six-pack abs or the smooth expanse of his chest. It’s also the round of his shoulders, so broad like wings. His thighs are solid chunks of pure muscle, his rounded calves a final show of strength in what is the most incredible body I’ve ever seen, much less touched.
Miles moves his body over mine. Now that he’s close to naked, there’s no way I can keep my hands to myself. I run my hands down his smooth back, feeling the muscles move as he lowers himself closer to me. He leans on one elbow and looks at me, in my eyes, softly brushing my hair back and running his fingers over my cheeks and jaw.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, and this simple statement makes me melt.
He kisses my forehead and down to my cheeks. He lightly kisses my lips, his eyes open and watching me. He moves down to my neck, his tongue grazing my skin. He takes his time, kissing my shoulder and across my chest.
When he takes my tit in his hand it’s gentle but firm—there’s none of the frantic pace we’ve had before, eager to get all we can of
each other as quickly as possible, as if a clock will time us out and our time will be over.
The way he kisses me now is as if he has all the time in the world. As if neither of us is going anywhere. His tongue drags across my hard nipple, sending chills across my body. His lips kiss down my belly, his tongue taking little tastes along the way.
When his head is down at the tops of my thighs I run my hands through my hair, practically pulling at it in anticipation of his mouth again on me. I don’t know if I could take it again but I’m willing to try. But Miles is out to tease me tonight, and although his tongue traces a line to my inner thigh, he only kisses my cunt, right on the lips. First one side, then the other.
“Jesus,” I moan.
I’m in a daze as he continues down my legs and realize he wasn’t joking when he said he was going to kiss my entire body.
When he moves back up to my face, he kisses my lips gently.
“You’re too good to me,” I say. I touch his jaw, and run my thumb over his lower lip, red and slightly swollen from all the work it’s done to give me so much pleasure.
“You deserve it,” he says. “You deserve to be worshipped every day.”
“Please,” I say. “Hardly.”
“Don’t get it wrong,” he says. “This isn’t just for you. It’s taking herculean strength to keep my dick out of you this long.”
Hearing him talk like that makes me squirm in the best possible way. “You don’t have to keep waiting,” I say. I reach down and rub my hand over his cock, the soft fabric of his boxer briefs skimming over my skin.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
God, this tortuous man. “Yes, now. Please, Miles.”
“Tell me,” he says. “Tell me you want my cock in you.”
I’m stroking his dick but saying the dirty words still makes me shy. But I do want it—more than anything. “I…I want your cock in me.”
“Tell me you want my big cock in your wet pussy.”
“Miles…”
“Say it, Jordyn,” he says. “Or you can put your clothes back on and go to bed alone.”
“No,” I say quickly. “I want your big cock in my wet pussy.”
“Good girl,” he says. He lowers his hips over mine and rubs himself over my soaked cunt. His eyes fall closed for a moment but then he comes back to his senses and quickly strips off his shorts.
He rubs the tip of his dick at my hole as I slowly but eagerly wiggle toward him. When he slides into me we breathe out in unison, finally capturing what we both want so much from each other.
He moves into me slowly, filling and stretching my cunt, which is still tight but nothing like when he first fucked me. His enormous dick has worked me so good and every time he’s in me I feel like I could die of total satisfaction.
He pumps me faster as I move my hips to meet him. We’re in perfect rhythm, my cunt rocking into him as he fucks me harder. He moves back so that he’s sitting back on his heels and, taking my leg, he drapes it over his shoulder. He begins again slowly, watching his dick as it’s consumed by my cunt. His mouth is hungry and his eyes are dark as he watches himself fuck me.
The angle of my leg brings a new sensation to my cunt.
“Harder,” I plead. “Fuck me harder, Miles.”
He immediately complies. He’s watching my face now, even as he turns to kiss the inside of my ankle up on his shoulder. I bend my other leg up, foot pressed to the plush rug below me, and he’s swift in hooking it under his arm and draping it over his other shoulder. His face is straining under the pleasure of fucking me like this, and we watch each other, both of us so ravenous for the other, slamming our bodies into each other as his dick goes deeper and harder into me. His face changes, softer, a release, and he pulls his dick out as my legs fall to the side. With his cock in his hand he jerks his hot come all over my belly and tits. I rise up on my elbows to watch it spew from his dick, wet with my juices, milky come covering my body.
He releases his dick and rests his hands on his thighs, taking in deep gulps of air.
“You are so sexy,” I tell him, come dripping down my side. But I don’t care.
He looks at me, and at what he’s done to me. He takes his fingers and rakes them through his come, spreading it across me, covering my tits in it. It’s dirty and so hot. But Miles has to take it a step further by bringing two come-covered fingers to my mouth. Without either of us saying a word, I obediently open my mouth to him, taking his finger and pressing my tongue against them, tasting his come.
He watches me with eyes so fascinated, it’s as if he didn’t expect me to do it. Does he still not know that I’ll take anything from him?
It’s all the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“Didn’t I promise to wash you up too?” he asks.
“You did.” Could there possibly be more? I don’t know if my body or my mind could take it.
But I’m certainly willing to try.
Miles
I take her in my bathroom and turn on the shower. It heats quickly and I lead her inside and under the stream of warm water.
As promised, I soak her body down. She may think I’m doing to this as some sort of favor to her, or that I’m trying to be sweet or gentle—and maybe I am a little—but mostly it’s an excuse to keep touching her body. How could I ever stop touching her? If I’m within arm’s length I have to feel her. If she’s across the room from me I have to move to be near her.
I soap up every inch of her, both of us wearing goofy satisfied grins. We don’t talk in the shower but it’s clear how happy we both are.
Jordyn satisfies me in ways I never imagined. This entire night has been one long exercise in that, from the dinner to here in the shower. I don’t want to admit the truth, but the truth is she’s the most incredible person I’ve ever met.
I tell myself I can feel that about her but still keep my emotions in check. The last thing I want in the world is to hurt her, and if I let my feelings go too deep I will hurt her. Just that one dinner that she cooked for me, that I bailed on, proves my point.
I can’t commit to her because I’m already fully committed to my business. She needs someone who can be fully open to her, and that man is not me and never can be.
But for now, I’ll keep running my hands all up and down her body.
Afterward I dry her off with a warm oversized towel. “Miles, you don’t have to,” she says. “I’m perfectly capable.”
“I know you are,” I say. “But I like it.”
Once she’s dry I wrap her in a plush robe and we go back into my bedroom.
“Do you want to sleep in here?” I ask.
She pauses and looks at me cautiously. Christ, I feel like I’m asking a girl out on a first date, hoping she’ll say yes, praying she won’t think I’m pathetic for asking. But I want to sleep with her. I want to stay with her all night. I tell myself I can do that one time and it’ll keep me satisfied for a long time.
Leaving her bed the other night was hard but necessary. Tonight is different. Tonight is a one-shot deal.
“Sure,” she says. “If you don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” I say.
We climb into my bed, far too big for us both. She ditches the robe and I pull her soft clean body right into mine, holding her close, face to face.
“Do you want anything? Water?”
“No, I’m good,” she says, her warm breath on my neck. She lightly drags her nails down my back, sending chills through me.
“Thank you, Jordyn, for all you did tonight for me,” I say. My heart is thumping in my chest in a way I’ve never felt. I feel warm and content. With Jordyn in my arms I feel like nothing can go wrong. It’s a silly thought but that’s what floats through my mind as I fall asleep.
I wake some time later, the middle of the night, to Jordyn’s hand on my hard dick slowly jerking me off. I don’t know when I got hard but I bet she began rubbing he
r naked body against mine and my dick reacted, always a mind of its own.
Jordyn has one leg draped over my thigh, her tits pressed into the side of my chest and her lips are gently kissing my neck. When I suck in a breath at all the sudden sensations she seems to know I’m awake. She jerks a little harder, and bites at my neck. She’s got me rigid. Her small hand working my cock like a fucking pro is so hot. I turn my head to face her, taking her face in my hand and kissing her deeply.
“Sorry to wake you,” she says.
“Jesus.”
She slows her jerking but works my dick in long pulls, pulling hard up and pushing far down. Suddenly she’s on top of me, sitting on my thighs so that she works my dick just in front of her own cunt. I rub my hands on her thighs and watch her hand on me, so perfect. She leans forward on her knees and drags my dick across the length of her wet pussy. Goddamn it she’s always so fucking soaked and it’s hot as fuck.
She grinds down on my dick, her buttery cunt coating my dick in her juices. Jordyn taking control of my dick is one of the hottest things I’ve ever watched. My hands reach up for her tits, holding and kneading them as she wet humps my dick.
Jordyn reaches down between her legs and takes my dick in her hands. She aims it up at the hole of her cunt, and then slowly lowers herself down, enveloping the whole of my cock. Being inside her pussy is turning out to be the only place I ever want to be. If we could only live like this…
She starts bobbing up and down, riding me and making me insane. Her tits bounce and I hold one in my hand, wishing I could sit up to suck it hard. But she’s got me so crazy with lust that I don’t think I can do much more than let her fuck me like she did earlier.
She leans back a little, resting her hand on my thigh, getting her cunt in a new angle and my dick too. With my hands on her hips I help her more, lifting her slightly up and down on my cock. I need this woman so bad, I need her on me, my hands holding her and I need to fuck her.
“Christ, Jordyn,” I say. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like you like it.”