by Dark Angel
“Uh… It’s… Uh, room 17,” she manages to mutter, typing something on her computer. The moment I know where to go, I turn on my heels and start walking down the hallway. The receptionist calls after me, but I don’t bother looking back. Vivian Hawthorne’s perfect body has taken over my mind, and there’s no stopping me now.
My eyes scan every door as I walk past them, and I finally find the one with a golden 17 engraved on it. Balling my right hand into a fist, I rap my knuckles against the door, my heart beating like a motherfucker. What the fuck am I doing here? Minutes ago I was just drinking a beer and watching the game, and now here I am, my cock hard inside of my pants as I wait for the hottest woman I have ever seen to invite me inside her room.
The rational part of me is trying to convince me to turn around and leave. This isn’t a good idea, not at all. If she has already met with Carter and now she’s seen checking in with me at a hotel… Well, if the press finds out about it, we’re all going to have a field day. But before I can come to my senses and leave, the door swings open.
Vivian
I know I shouldn’t open the door; I shouldn’t let trouble in ... But my body is moving by itself, and the moment the door swings open and my eyes find Liam’s, all doubts and fears are gone.
“Invite me in, or send me away,” he says, flames dancing in his eyes. “This is it; last chance.” By now, there’s only one possible answer: I reach for his shirt, and hooking my fingers on his collar, pull him in. He comes easily, slamming the door shut after him; the sound of it makes my heart race even faster, and I just know there’s no stopping now. Not that I want it to stop, whatever it is we have started.
“Yes,” I merely say, unconsciously licking my lips. Wordlessly, he rests his hands on my hips and leans in, my eyelids drooping as he presses his mouth against mine. Lips on lips, I feel sparks of pleasure jumping from his body into mine, and before I even realize it, he has me pinned against the wall, his body pressed against mine.
His hands go around my waist and down to my ass, his long fingers cupping my ass over the tight fabric of my dress. Pulling me into him, I let him lift me up and lace my legs around his lower back. He bites on my lower lip, his teeth pulling on it gently, and I feel a soft moan climbing up my throat.
I throw my head back, running my hands through his curls as his lips go down to my neck, his pearly white teeth nibbling at my skin. Holding me close, he takes one step back and ambles deeper inside the room, placing me down on the soft mattress. I open my eyes and look into his, uncontrollable desire flickering there.
Judging by the hardness in the corner of his eyes I half-expect him to simply rip the dress off of me, but that’s not what he does: standing up tall, he simply looks down at my eager body, his eyes wandering over my curves as if he were reading a map. I stare back, the way his shirt delineates the contour of his muscles pulling me deeper into a trance of desire.
“I had to come,” he says, towering over me as if he weren’t a man but a God. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And now here you are.”
“Here I am,” I repeat after him, the way the words roll off of my lips making my heart feel tight against my chest. I came to New Kingston on work, and he just threw everything into disarray… What we’re doing is as wrong as wrong could ever be, and I couldn’t be any happier. I’m not one to shrug off my responsibilities, but something in him choked the rational part of me, forcing the primal desires I hold in chains to come up to the surface.
He leans into me as if he were to kiss me, but he stops before his lips touch mine. His fingers slide up the nape of my neck and he tangles them in my hair, yanking and forcing me to throw my head back, his eyes locked on mine.
“How bad do you want it, Vivian? How bad do you want to feel my cock inside of you?” he murmurs, my heart beating so fast I’m afraid it might burst.
“Not as bad as you want it,” I tell him, my lips curling into a defiant smile. I know that, eventually, I’ll surrender to him in every possible way… But if he wants to dominate, he’s going to have to earn it. He yanks harder on my hair and I gasp, eager to feel his body pressed against mine once more.
“We’ll see,” he simply replies, slowly letting go of my hair, his fingers sliding down my neck. Casting his long shadow over me, he looks imposing, dominant, and… irresistible. I lick my lips, the flavor of his mouth still lingering there, and I let my eyes wander down from his chest to his crotch. My heart tightens some more, the contour of his cock against his pants stoking the fire that burns inside of me: it’s bigger than any cock I have ever seen, and I feel my pussy clenching as I imagine what it’s going to feel like when he slides it deep inside of me. Slowly, I raise my hand, reaching for his cock with outstretched fingers, but he catches my wrist before I can touch him, forcing me to stop.
“No,” he says, the hard tone of his voice making my blood boil. “Your dress, take it off,” he commands me, peeling his fingers off my wrist and stepping back.
“I’ll do whatever I --” I start, reaching for his crotch again. He moves quicker than I could ever do, grabbing me by the wrist and pinning me down between the mattress and his body.
“You’ll do what I tell you to do,” he says, the words coming out firm and steady, no room there for me to defy him. “And you’ll thank me for it.” His hard eyes on mine once again, we battle for higher ground; I succumb easily, desire trumping everything else.
“I’ll do… what you tell me to,” I whisper as he goes back up to his feet, a pleased smile dawning on his lips.
“Good. Now your dress. Take it off.” This time I don’t reply; I simply take my fingers to my shoulders, grabbing the fabric there and slowly pushing the straps down my shoulders. My eyes never leave his as the dress falls down to my waist, my lace black bra revealing itself to him. As he takes in my chest’s tanned skin and the smooth curve of my breasts, I hook my fingers on my dress and raise my ass up from the mattress, pushing the fabric down my legs. His eyes follow the movement of my hands, tracing a downward line toward my waist and legs, and lingering for a while on my tiny lace thong.
I’m wet now, even wetter than when our lips touched for the first time. I never had anyone bossing me around like this… And I can’t help but submit, my body anxious to follow the commands of a man like him.
“Don’t stop,” he tells me, his voice still steady but betraying the raging desire that runs through his veins. “Your bra—take if off.” I take my fingers behind my back and unclasp my bra, the cups drooping over my breasts as I slide the straps down my shoulders. Taking it off, a shiver goes up my spine as I feel the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples, the rosy tips eager to feel his touch. I look at his crotch, the outline of his cock even bigger than before as he looks at my tits.
“Even better than what I imagined…” he whispers with a hungry grin, taking a step toward me. His fingers on my hair again, he forces my head back, his lips brushing against the warm skin on my neck. He goes down to my chest, softly hiking up my right breast with his mouth; parting his lips slightly, he wraps them around my pointed nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I close my eyes, suddenly feeling dizzy; a pleasant warm numbness spreads from his mouth into me, filling every single fiber in my body with a blind need for his cock.
His lips go down to the hollow between my breasts, and then up to the left one. I shiver again, his lips around my nipple as he presses down on it with his tongue. My pussy wetter than ever, I run my hands through his hair, disheveling it; unconsciously, I sway my hips from side to side, the wet fabric of the thong sticking to my pussy. I’m trying hard not to lose control, but it’s getting harder and harder to do.
Suddenly, Liam lets go of my nipples, standing up in front of me again. His face alight with deviousness, he runs the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, thinking of his next words.
“Do you want my cock, Vivian?” he asks me, my eyes immediately darting to his crotch just in time to see the bulging there pulsing and
straining against the fabric of his pants, every inch of it calling to me. Looking up at him, I simply nod.
“Please.” I wanted to say ‘yes’, but the desire that burns inside of me bypassed the filter in my brain.
“Take my belt off,” he says, and my hands respond before my brain has had the time to process his words. I reach for him with trembling fingers, slowly unbuckling his belt and sliding it out of its loops. The leather against the palm of my hand, I let the belt slide down my fingers and onto the floor, my now empty hands waiting for his commands. “Go on,” he urges me, not bothering to be specific. He knows exactly what I want to do.
I start to unbutton his pants with careful deliberate movements, holding my breath as his tight boxer briefs come into sight, the thick contour of his pulsing cock making my head spin. As I undo the last button, I open my hand and reach for the bulging in his boxers, stopping just an inch away from it; I hesitate, afraid and fully knowing that I might lose all semblance of control the moment I touch him.
I sigh and go for it, telling the consequences to go to hell as my fingertips gently touch the shape under his boxers. I trace the contour of his cock in a upward line, only stopping when I meet the hem of his underwear; hooking my fingers there, I pull it down, sending both pants and boxers to his knees as his hard cock jumps into sight.
Instinctively, I curl my fingers around his pulsing cock, my insides burning as I realize I can barely grab it using just one hand: he’s the biggest I have ever seen—12 inches at least—and he has a matching thickness to his length.
I look up at him, almost as if I want—or need—his approval, and I find his devious grin at once. Breathing in through my slightly parted lips, I open my hand and move my fingers down his cock, feeling his hard shaft under my fingertips. I caress him like that for a few seconds, tracing the way from his root to his tip, a hint of precum already glistening there. God, how can everything on him be this perfect?
“Your mouth,” he says with a confident grin. “I want it.” He doesn’t need to say it twice; the moment his words reach my brain I’m already leaning in, my heart pounding so hard I can barely think straight.
I fit my lips against his glans, slowly rolling them down until I feel his soft tip pushing down on my tongue. Placing my hands on his waist, I let them go around his body and I hook my fingers on his firm ass; pulling him in, I close my eyes as his shaft slides deep inside my mouth. I have to open my mouth wide, and still it remains hard to have my mouth around his girth. But I don’t let his size be a limitation to what I can or can’t do. In fact, it’s pretty much the opposite. Feeling my mouth full with his pulsing desire, I struggle even harder to have every single inch of him inside of me.
I push my mouth down, his tip resting against the back of my throat as my lips meet the base of his cock. Only then do I allow my lips to slide back out over his shaft. I go up this glans and then down again, bobbing my head back and forth as I twirl my tongue around his tip every time I come up. I curl my fingers around his shaft once more, moving my hand up and down in a matching motion to that of my mouth. Hand and lips moving in the same pendulum motion, I use my free hand to caress his balls, their weight against my fingers making my skin prickle.
I start upping the pace, my movements becoming faster and wilder each time I come and go. I only stop once to catch my breath, but I keep my hand on his cock, stroking him as fast as I can; leaning in again, I tilt my head sideways and lay my lips against the side of his shaft, kissing down until my mouth meets his balls. I suck one in, rolling it around my mouth as I keep working him with my hand. It’s heavy and warm and, just like his cock, it’s bigger than anything I have ever seen. My eyes closed, I can’t help but wonder about the amount of cum he must be holding inside him.
Moving back to his tip, I prepare to take his length inside of me once again, but Liam places his hands on the top of my head and stops me before I go down.
“Your pussy. I want to see it,” he says, pushing me back. Smiling anxiously, I lay down on the mattress and prop myself up on my elbows, one hand sliding down my stomach to between my thighs. With a flick of my fingers I push my thong to the side, revealing my pussy lips to him. I feel his eyes devouring me; my insides ache for his cock, and the need to feel him in me is almost too overwhelming. Then, moving so fast all I see is a blur, he places one hand on my chest and pushes me down while he flattens the palm of his other hand against my pussy. A violent shiver goes through me and I open my mouth as a purr of pleasure turns into a throaty moan.
Not wasting any time, he turns his hand around and slides one finger inside of me, moving it in an upward curve. My body trembles as I feel him in me, my pussy lips around his long fingers.
Climbing on top of the bed, he starts to move his fingers back and forth, pressing his thumb against my clitoris and moving it in fast vicious circles. With his other hand, he squeezes my right breast, my flesh molding to his fingers as pleasure covers me like a blanket. He pinches my nipple then, caressing it between his thumb and index finger as he keeps ravaging my pussy.
It doesn’t take long for my body to start burning up. I grab at the sheets, bunching them up as I arch my back and surrender to his touch. With the perfect movements of a man sure of what he’s doing, he keeps going until there’s a storm brewing inside of me, the roar of distant thunder echoing inside my mind. He only eases up when I’m on the edge, sliding one more finger inside of me and rubbing it against my G-spot as he presses down on my clit.
I thrust my hips upward by instinct, an electric discharge hitting my nerves and making my muscles twitch in ecstasy. Breathing hard, I let pleasure blanket me, my mind completely blank as all thought gives way to delight.
As he starts to slide his fingers off me, I act by impulse and grab his wrist, trying to keep his hand on my pussy. He ignores me, pushing his hand back until my fingers peel off of his wrist. I lay there, panting, as Liam gets out of the bed and stands, looking down at my almost naked body.
“Your thong,” he says, my fingers immediately finding their way to my hips. Lifting my ass up, I slide my drenched thong down my legs and kick it off to the floor, my eyes never leaving Liam’s. “Good girl,” he praises me as he starts to unbutton his own shirt, the hard lines of his pectorals revealing themselves to me. I don’t even blink as he undresses, my mind burning as his chiseled abdominals come into sight. I’m biting down on my bottom lip, my trembling fingers reaching for his body; my fingertips against his skin, I trace the contour of his abs as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxers, standing gloriously naked in front of me.
“I… need it,” I find myself saying, my fingers sliding down his abs and once again curling around his thick shaft.
“I know,” he replies, the Devil’s smile on his lips. Moving fast, he grabs both my hands and pins me down on the bed as he climbs on top of me. My whole body is drowning in anxiety, my pussy craving his cock as if it was the most important thing in the whole universe. And, to be honest, right now I really need it more than I need to breathe; at least that’s what my brain tells me.
Letting go of my left wrist, he grabs his cock with his hand, angling it so that his tip is pointing at my pussy lips. He moves carefully, pressing his glans against my pussy and kicking my anxiety into high gear; I thrust upward with my hips, trying to have him inside of me, but he lays one forearm across my waist and pins me down once more, freezing me up.
“You want it bad, don’t you?” he murmurs against my ear, rubbing his glans against my inner lips and torturing me with anticipation.
“Yes,” I manage to say, even though my throat is feeling tight. “Please,” I croak, my hands resting on his ass and urging him to thrust. My eyes are shut, but even though I can’t see him, I sense his grin; in a fraction of a second he thrusts, his cock pushing its way past my folds and straining against my inner walls.
I moan as he buries his cock into me, filling me up in a way no other man has ever done before. Even though his thic
kness is stretching me wide, it doesn’t hurt like I feared it would. Instead, pleasure floods me at once, its sharp fangs burying themselves in my mind and making me lose all control. I dig my fingers into his shoulder blades and cross my legs behind his lower back, feeling the sway of his body as he slides his cock out and starts to thrust.
“You feel so tight,” he whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “I love tight.” I smile at his words, wondering how tight I’ll be once he’s done with me. Pressing his mouth against mine, we start to kiss as our hips rock back and forth, our bodies trapped in an almost too violent dance of lust and sinful decadence. I push my tongue inside his mouth, tasting him as he reaches for my breasts, squeezing them harshly as my muscles tense up.
Feeling my pussy tightening up, Liam starts to thrust even faster, pistoning into me with such viciousness that I start to claw at his back, my moans bouncing off the walls and filling the whole room.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, ravaging me until there’s no other option but for me to explode. And that’s exactly what I do: I explode, a shrill cry of pleasure tumbling out of my lips as my pussy clenches around his shaft. He keeps fucking me, ripples of pleasure spreading from my pussy to all of my body as his cock comes and goes. Only when I take my legs off of his back does he slow down, carefully pulling out. I tremble as I feel his gigantic shaft sliding out of me, every fiber in my body begging for it to remain inside.
I have no choice, though: he pulls out mercilessly, not caring one bit about what I need or want. But then, placing both of his hands on my waist, he turns me around easily, forcing me to lay down on my stomach, my ass up to him. Whimpering, I close my eyes as I feel my breasts pressed against the mattress, my body immediately readying itself for what’s going to happen next.