by Paula Cox
“Is this what you want to see, baby?”
I reach between my legs and stroke my clit, rubbing it softly, all the while staring into his face. Jude reaches down and rubs his cock, his eyes fixated on me like I’m the only thing in the entire world he wants to be looking at. It feels good to be looked at like that by your man, good in a way I never thought I’d be familiar with. One-hundred percent attention; if an earthquake were to hit New York right now, Jude wouldn’t even notice. He rubs his cock awhile longer and I rub my clit, clawing fingertips of pleasure moving through my body with immense warmth.
I rub, rub, rub, and soon I feel an orgasm tingling against my clit. I begin to moan without even meaning to, just open my mouth and let my pleasure roll off my tongue like a song. I twitch my hips, and the sensations grow stronger, massive pressure in my pussy as though at any moment it could implode and send me tumbling off the bed. More than the physical pleasure of my fingers, it’s Jude’s eyes that spur me on. He wants me so fucking bad, I think. So, so, so bad! When he begins to strip, I’m lost, utterly, completely lost. My fingers move quicker like they have a mind of their own. That deep place in my pussy—that sweet, itching place—screams out for his cock. Jude strips, revealing his muscled, scarred body, his cock which is so big that every time I see it I’m sure I won’t be able to take it.
“Come for me, Emily.” His voice is solid, a hitman’s voice. “Come.”
I rub, and then my pussy does implode. I collapse onto the bed, my arm pressed firmly against my belly and the mattress, my fingers going crazy on my clit, my entire body pulsing. I twitch my hips as I feel the orgasm spread from my pussy deep into my belly, all the way to my breasts. I twitch again and the orgasm lashes inside of me, whip-like. The heat consumes me and I hover atop the euphoria for what feels like a long, long time. When I feel it coming to an end, I press my fingertips hard against my clit, compressing it against my pussy, and another boiling wave rolls over me, my body jerking around the bed. My legs tremble and my fingers are shaking so much now I don’t even have to rub; they do the rubbing themselves. More, more, more, until it’s in my head, making me foggy, causing me to clamp my eyes closed. I scream loud, filling the room, thinking: Fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s watching me, I’m making him hard, his cock is covered in pre-come and he wants me more than he’s ever wanted another woman. He’s desperate for me. I’m making him so goddamn hard! The orgasm covers me like a heated blanket, I twitch, wince, flinch, and press down on my clit like it’s a red burning button in an effort to make it last longer. One last wind—and there’s a little creature inside of me, under my skin, touching here and there and finally plunging deep within my pussy and gripping its hands around my sweet spot so hard I’m sure it’ll burst.
When the orgasm passes, I open my eyes and look up. Jude is standing over me, cock near my face. His body is covered in a fine layer of sweat and his chest rises and falls like a bellows.
“You are fucking incredible.” He lets out a long shaky sigh. “Fucking. Incredible.”
“Do you want it?” I moan, climbing onto my knees and bringing my mouth near his cock. “Do you want it, baby?”
Is this me? Is this really quiet, submissive Emily? He’s woken up something inside of me. That’s for sure. Woken it up and now here I am, transformed.
He doesn’t reply with words, just reaches down and softly takes the back of my head. He pushes my mouth toward the tip of his cock. I open my mouth wide, but still, he fills me entirely. I press my mouth down as far as I can, gagging and choking, until my nose is pressed against his abs. I press even harder, his groans of abandon pushing me on. I grab his waist, corded with thick well-honed muscle, and use it as a lever to pull myself even closer. Closer, closer, and now his cock is tickling the back of my throat. My pussy is an angry mistress now, demanding to know why she isn’t getting more attention; one orgasm isn’t enough for her.
I need his cock. Don’t just want it, but need it; that’s how it feels. My pussy is so wet I can feel it against the sheets.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Jude moans, over the sound of my slurping and gagging. When I move my tongue around, I can feel the bulging veins of his cock.
“I need your pussy,” he sighs. “I need it bad.”
He takes his cock from my mouth, pre-come and spit spilling out, and then reaches down and touches my face with surprising gentleness.
“Can you take it hard?” he says, with a playful, cocky smile, a smile that says, All the hard stuff is over and done with, this is playtime now.
“As hard as you can give it,” I tell him, and I mean it. Something in me has changed; my days of fearing pleasure, of misunderstanding it, are over. I’m a sexual being and nothing in this world can change that now.
He pushes me firmly in the chest, onto my back. I lift my legs and bend my knees, a pose that frames my pussy, every muscle in my body strained and tensed with one sole objective: to have him inside of me.
He studies me for a few moments, his head tilted. That look again—that look of complete abandon. It drives me crazy, makes me pant with anticipation. My entire body is a tingling, writhing mass of nerves and aching. My pussy is begging, pleading, my entire world honed down to this one crucial moment.
He leans down and I reach up and grab his shoulders, feeling the huge bulk of them, the power. His body is as rock-hard as his cock, like he’s literally carved from stone.
His moves his hips and his cock rubs teasingly up my lips, prodding my clit.
“I need it,” I pant. “I need it, Jude. Fuck, give it to me.”
Looking deep into my eyes with a hitman’s intensity, he reaches down and guides his cock to my pussy. First, the tip, opening me up, spreading me, and then the rest of him, in and in until I’m sure my pussy can’t take anymore—and then in again, until his cock is pushed right up against my soft place. He holds it there for a long time and I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, desperate for this long, thick, perfect cock. He holds it for what feels like minutes, but must only be seconds, and then, slowly, achingly, pulls it out. I feel every tiny movement, even my pussy lips shifting subtly over the engorged veins of his cock.
“You said you could take it hard,” he says, with the tone of a warning.
“I can,” I assure him, speaking difficult when all I can think about is the deep pleasure and my hands on his muscles.
“Good.”
One word, like the shot of a starting pistol, and we’re off.
I feel as though a vehicle has just crashed into me, the power of Jude is so astonishing. I’m thrown back on the bed, head crashing into the sheets, mouth hanging open as a continuous stream of moans and cries escapes my lips. I squeeze my hands, trying to clench my fists, and pierce his skin instead. Jude doesn’t notice, doesn’t care; all he notices or cares about is the lust in which both of us are lost, like a whirlwind of pleasure and neither of us wants to break free.
I bounce up and down, up and down, driving my hips with all my power, burying his cock deep inside of me. It doesn’t take long for us to find our rhythm. I drive down; he thrusts up. I bounce up; he pulls out. Over and over, we bounce and thrust and fuck like neither of us has ever fucked before. His angles his cock perfectly, beautifully, hitting that bright sensitive spot inside of me, driving me crazy. I angle my hips here, there, always with the aim of getting that thick cock into that spot. Jude senses this, I can tell, because over and over he shifts the angle to hit right up inside of me, as though aiming at the spot on purpose.
The sound of slapping flesh, grunting, moaning, fills the room, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
It comes slowly this time, sneaking up on me, and then when I register it, it approaches with more speed. Flecks of sweat fly from Jude and land on me, the beads coating my skin, dripping down me. I savor each drop because it’s a sign of the complete abandon which has taken us both. Jude runs his hands all over my body, hot and close and warm, and all at once the slowly-building orgasm grows in s
ize, becoming a behemoth inside of me. His pounding cock, my bouncing hips, his hands tweaking my nipples and his breath tingling my neck—all of it takes a backseat as the orgasm builds and builds and builds and—
“Fuck! Jude! Just like that! Keep doing it like that! Fuck! Fuck! Harder! Yes! Fuck! Harder! Yes!”
His cock is a jackhammer, pounding into me relentlessly. That spot of temptation, that spot of euphoria, becomes an orb of burning heat which only gets larger the harder he fucking pounds me. Pounds me like I’m his woman. Pounds me like he’s been waiting all his life for it. Pounds me like he can’t hold himself back. Fucking drills into me and I’m so wet I can hear it. My wetness drips all over his huge cock and I slam my eyes closed, wanting to sink into the absolute oblivion of it.
Clamping my eyes shut, I moan: “It’s . . . I’m going to . . . Fuck!”
A jackhammer, a smashing pendulum, a battering ram—none of it compares to the way his cock demolishes me.
The orgasm is helpless against the power and the speed of his thrusts; it can’t stop.
I close my eyes shut so tightly my eyes ache. My eyelids blaze crimson as though lying shut-eyed in the sun. And then—
I fall. That’s what it feels like, falling. When I land, I’m in a world of pleasure.
He aims his cock up at an angle, pounding nonstop against the spot, and the orgasm makes my pussy lips go super-tight around his cock, so tight that he has to strain to push all the way in, so tight that he grunts and breathes as he thrusts inside of me. I feel myself squirt, a huge release all over his cock, soaking it, absolutely drenching it in my come. When the squirting has passed, the orgasm continues. Absolute bliss captures me as Jude bites down on my nipples, nibbling, as the orgasm roils through me. He aims even higher, cock brushing the wall of my pussy, and the orgasm moves inside of me, spreading down the length of his cock and setting my hole ablaze. I’ve never felt pleasure like it, a complete release of everything, everything just spilling out, nothing held back. I tear down his back, digging my fingernails in, tear all the way to his ass. I think it’s over, and I’m panting, when another orgasm rises as though from nowhere and slams into me. Heat like I don’t believe fills me, my chest, my belly, my pussy, everything right down to my fingertips. His cock slams, slams, slams, and when I open my mouth, a deafening scream escapes:
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!”
I pant, let out a long sigh, and then energy deserts me. My body flops. I open my eyes slowly and look up at Jude. Jude tilts his head at me, lips twisted, a force of pleasure behind his face just waiting to be released.
When he sees I’m done, he sighs, “Thank fucking God.”
I lean up and press my lips against his as he comes, long and hard, inside of me.
Then, he rolls aside, panting, and I lay my cheek against his chest, not caring one bit that both of us reek of sex and sweat.
“Was it worth it?” I ask after a few minutes, kissing his chest, salty on my lips. “Was it all worth it, Jude?”
He looks down at me with a sleepy smile. “Worth it?” He laughs. “Worth it?” He waves a hand down the length of our naked, entwined bodies. “I’d do it all again just to fuck you, Emily. Of course it was worth it.”
I giggle, feeling as though I’m standing on top of the world, and after a couple of seconds, Jude starts laughing, too.
We laugh like that for a long time, caught in a bubble of lust and love.
After a while, Jude’s hand trails down my chest, tickling my nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“Maybe I don’t want you this time,” I say, pretending to pout, but my pussy is already heating up like a furnace and my mind is already doing backflips thinking about him inside of me all over again.
“I love you so damn much,” he says. “I just want you to know that before I fuck your brains out for a second time.”
“Come here and get me,” I say, and his mouth covers mine, so sweetly.
THE END
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Strip her.
And leave her throat raw from screaming.
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But with a single word, he brought it all back.
Brought it back and forced me to remember.
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A second chance. A new start.
I should know better than to trust him.
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How can I be sure that he won’t do it again?
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Hell, I wasn’t even sure if she still remembered me.
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There was no forgetting a girl like her.
She haunted my dreams for twenty years.
Left me hard more times than I can count.
I won’t pretend that I’ll fix the past and mend our wounds.
I won’t pretend that things won’t be worse before they get better.
But I nearly lost her once.
And now that she’s back in my life…
There was no way I’ll lose her again.
No way I’m ever letting her go.
Why bargain when I can buy her outright.
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I’ll buy her and make her talk.
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One look and I know it’ll be impossible to keep my hands off her.
She thinks I’m here to save her.
She could not be more wrong.
I’m going to break my code. Then I’ll break her.
And show her what it means to be owned.
***
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I want her legs wrapped around me while she screams my name.
I want to save her so I can keep her for myself.
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Now I’m doing everything to keep her alive.
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