by Lauren Wood
“I think that can be arranged. You know what they say about being careful what you wish for.” The thoughts of my friend vanished with the appearance of his large and imposing knob.
“Stick it in my mouth and make me take it. I don’t know if I have any limitations, but I want you to find out. I’ve been missing the hot hand of a real man.” His cock was ramrod stiff and he gave me some room to maneuver by releasing my hair like a leash.
The mushroom crown of his equipment circled my lips leaving me with the faintest reminder of what he had to offer. I was dangerously close to getting a ticket for going too fast. My engine was overheating and his inflated balls looked painful.
I grabbed him by the base circling my fingers all the way around. I slathered a good amount of my lipstick around the head with my tongue sizing up his member. I opened my mouth wide and force-fed a helping dose of his healthy specimen into my mouth.
It was already soaking wet with my hot spit clinging to every inch. It made it easier to slip it past my lips and over my agile bubblegum tongue.
My eyes were bigger than my mouth. It kept coming and I could feel it hitting the back of my mouth. I took a deep breath and gave myself permission to be a little slutty. I was quite surprised by the static electricity making the hairs on the back of my arms stand up. I charged full speed ahead making his eyes roll into the back of his head.
I had my mouth full and I was looking up at him in admiration. He was my mountain man. There had to be a good 9-inches drilling into my throat. The pumping presence of his manhood was quite evident from the vein down the back pounding a rhythm against the surface of my tongue.
It was a good 10-minutes and I could feel that he was rapidly approaching the end of his rope. I was ready for the onslaught of his honey sweet cream. I wasn’t expecting him to pull away with the appendage between his legs looking ready to burst.
Chapter four
“I don’t even have the words to describe what I’m feeling. I was this close to letting you steal my seed.” He pushed me to the floor and I was literally lying on a bearskin rug by the fireplace.
“You have the power to do whatever you want to me and I willingly consent. There’s a burning desire inside of you and I think it rivals my own. This body is on fire for you.” He undid my cargo pants and pulled them down along with my underwear until I was naked from the waist down.
His beard tickled when he got closer to the action. My mouth parted and my lips moved around my mouth waiting for the sweet surrender of submission. He was holding my ankles and forcing them back until they were over my head. My lips cracked open with the froth of my excitement seeping down to the crack of my ass.
He didn’t hesitate or show any kind of apprehension. It was second nature for him to dart his tongue in between those lips begging for his attention. I was completely at his mercy. I did him the courtesy of holding onto my own ankles. He was energetic with this unending supply of stamina that couldn’t be matched by another.
“This is exactly how it’s supposed to be. Rip into me with that tongue. Is this fate or by chance? We might be victims of circumstance, but I don’t care. I can try to rationalize what’s happening, but it doesn’t matter. The orgasm I have been waiting for is in your hands to give me.” I thought somebody was out there waiting, but I had no idea what lengths I was going to have to go to find him.
The loneliness I had felt inside was replaced by the hungry stare of desire in his eyes. His mouth was constantly moving with his tongue deeply submerged in my hole. I could feel the orgasm inside of me and I was holding onto it for too long.
My legs shot into the air with my painted toenails pointing to the ceiling. My legs and the inside of my thighs were shaking. I tried to scream, but his hand over my mouth prevented me from expressing myself fully. My teeth drove into the palm of his hand and the pain didn’t deter him from driving me crazy with the pointed end of his tongue.
I couldn’t hold my head up high not when his mouth was magically unlocking the fire from within. My juices sprayed out of me with a force that had him locking his lips to my spurting hole. I was stretching myself beyond my means. I was addicted to his oral expertise. There was no way that I could love myself in the same way. It was far more rewarding to have him in the driver’s seat with his foot all the way down on the accelerator.
I was twisting and turning in his grasp. I didn’t want the feeling to end. My hair was thrown from side to side by the fever that was making the temperature in the room stifling. I couldn’t blame this on anybody. I was imprisoned and he had come along with the key to unlock the cage of my wild and untamed nature.
I was showing my flexibility by how my body was bowed in the air with my spine feeling it. I tightened the noose around his tongue. I saw the look of surprise on his face when he felt the pleasure of my narrow passage.
I grabbed the back of his head with both hands and held him in place through the worst of it. I didn’t know where one orgasm began and the other ended. I was experiencing the true freedom and bliss of being manhandled into resignation.
He used his fingers like a crowbar to pry me open. I was lying there metaphorically smoking with my fingers moving around in the air. I was under a sexual drug and its influence had driven me to do something I wasn’t prepared for. I thought I would find him in desperate need of resuscitation, but he was still a driving force onto himself. I had no interest in running away.
I was holding onto what he had with both hands. I felt him separate my thighs with his knees to give him more room to ply his craft of seduction. I felt the length of his scepter with my fingers getting intimately acquainted with it.
“I know what I have in my hands. I’ve been living on the prayer of a man like you coming into my life. I don’t know what is going on inside your head. When you’re ready, I’ll be there to listen to you. Right now you are messing with a woman with a one track mind. The heat of your column of flesh is singeing my fingertips. I want you to give me the undeniable truth in one quick thrust.” I wanted to feel the trauma of his battering ram.
This was my chance to have my breath taken away. I had his undivided attention. There was nothing more that had to be said. I was more than ready to fold around him in a loving embrace.
“I want you to know how much this means to me. I was lost and somehow you were able to find me and drag me out into the light. I thought that I was never going to find anybody to settle down with. You make it easier to be myself without putting on airs.” His knob was wiping the evidence of his excitement along the lips of my sex.
“We all have to do whatever we can to keep our heads above water. There’s no reason to get discouraged over something that is out of your control. I have every reason to believe finding you was a stroke of luck.” I could still feel the sticky residue on my tongue, but it was nothing more than a tease.
“Brandy… I shouldn’t do this with the threat of reprisal very much a possibility. I can’t believe I’m about to say this. We’ve gone too far and it’s time to pull back before it’s too late. It was a ridiculous notion to think that we could do this before we were ready. I have to prepare you. We both got a certain something out of this.” He had earned my respect in more ways than one.
The only way that I could see him was with the moonlight. He wrapped me in his arms and held me close. The danger was nowhere in sight, but it could spring on us at a moment’s notice.
He had me get into a fighting stance after we had a suitable amount of time to rest. I was trying to predict what he was going to do but found myself flat on my face every single time. It was a little demoralizing, but I was more than determined.
“You’re telegraphing your moves. You have to be more unpredictable. The only way you’re going to get the upper hand is by catching him off guard.” He was trying to alter my expectations by giving me encouraging words to force me to reach inside to a place I didn’t know existed.
I was picking my spots. It almost felt like he could read my mi
nd and knew exactly what I was going to do before I did it. I tried to switch things up, but he was a little too quick. I was getting tired of losing every skirmish. It was a sparring contest, but the opponents weren’t evenly matched.
“I’m doing my best to think outside the box, but you’re not making it easy. You would think it would boost my morale for you to at least let me win one. I might be able to build on that.” He smiled and gave me the motion to come after him.
Time got away from me and my stubborn streak didn’t allow me to give up. We had been going at it for hours and a new day was announcing itself with streams of sunlight through the window.
“I’m not going to give you false hope. We will continue to do this until you have mastered each and every technique. I haven’t given you too much to absorb. These moves will be the difference between life and death.” I was nursing my pride and my shoulder conscious of how this kind of activity might rip open his handiwork.
“I know you’re in there. I have something you want.” I was startled by Peter’s voice coming through the thin layer of the door standing in his way.
“Brandy, don’t let him do this to me.” I slapped my forehead hearing my best friend’s voice and was realizing too late that I didn’t check to see if she was breathing.
Logan was giving me a motion with his finger to stay quiet about his presence. He opened up the back window and went outside.
“You have been a challenge, but the game is over. I don’t know how you killed both of my friends, but I am going to make you suffer in ways that you don’t even know is possible. Come out or I will cut her throat and make you listen to her die slowly.” He thought that I was responsible and I wasn’t going to relieve him from that belief.
“Don’t do anything rash. I’m coming out with my hands up. I won’t be responsible for my friend’s death.” I could only hope that Logan had some kind of a plan in place for this eventuality.
I opened the door and raised my hands above my head to see his smug smile and the gun placed to her temple. It wasn’t a rifle, but more of a revolver. He turned it slowly toward me, but the smug look was wiped from his face when he got a rude awakening.
An arrow emerged from his throat and he reflexively let go of the gun. He was clawing at the pointed end of the arrow covered in his blood. He dropped to his knees and Stephanie ran into my arms sobbing against my shoulder.
Out of nowhere, Logan came out brandishing a crossbow. I held Stephanie and I didn’t want her to witness the look in this man’s eye. Peter wasn’t expecting his adversary to come after him with an unflinching conviction.
“I want you to go inside and close the door behind you. There’s something I need to do.” She stumbled inside and closed it behind her.
My mind was made up. I got down on my knees in front of the man responsible for turning a pleasant trip into a nightmare. This time I was the one to grab his hair to pull him into a position where he was looking me in the eyes.
He was gurgling and trying to say something, but the damage to his vocal cords was permanent. He looked angry and I felt a sense of satisfaction for knowing his reign of terror was over.
“You and your friends are never going to be able to do this to anybody ever again. I’m going to take your phone and crack it wide open. Whatever contacts you have won’t be able to hide from me. I’m going to expose you to your friends and family. Your name isn’t going to be worth anything when the press gets their hands on this story. I’m going to drag your name through the mud for no other reason than I can.” He was trying to get his hands on me with his last breath, but he was going to die knowing that I was going to become the bane of his existence.
I was secretly glad that Logan had done the deed for me. I still felt I had a lot to learn and he was more than willing to give me some intimate lessons.
Chapter five
“I feel a little out of my element. This was what I was trying to avoid.” My apartment was in the center of the city. The lights and sound were more than a little bit distracting to Logan.
I thought my blood red teddy with my heaving bosom trying to escape from over the top of it was a nice way to distract him. I had painted my nipples with deep rouge in a strawberry gloss that made him famished.
“Look at me and forget about what is going on outside.” He looked a little squirrelly in his own skin, but I found the perfect activity to bring him back to reality.
“I don’t know how you live like this. This is a bit of an adjustment for me. I’ve lived in nature for the past 10 years in one form or another.” I wanted him to forget about the past and concentrate on the present.
The police had formed a task force and were investigating the ring of serial killers. Those who hadn’t made it to the hunt had the tables turned. They had their entire lives investigated including their financial statements and their communications with Peter. Lives were ruined and family’s devastated by what the police were able to uncover. It was going to take time to capture them all.
“This room is a safe place. Don’t you think there’s something that you should be doing besides complaining?” His mouth was slightly open with his tongue moving across his teeth.
“You do drive a hard bargain. Convincing me to come back here was a big step for me. Nobody else would have been able to drag me kicking and screaming. I found that I couldn’t say no to you.” I motioned for him to come closer and he followed me down the hallway with my heady perfume pulling him in its wake.
The light in the room was dimmed. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket by the bed. I pushed him onto the mattress and he sank into the black duvet. I released the Velcro snap at my crotch letting him see hungry kitty painted in the same way that my nipples were.
I straddled his head hovering above him with my slippery lips descending slowly. He didn’t try to grab me and gave me the power. I poured the liquor down over my body. His tongue extended from his mouth to lick it up. He was making my body tremble with the very notion of what he was going to do.
“Bring that to me. I can’t seem to get enough of you screaming at the top of your lungs. I want my name to be a permanent fixture in your love life.” My mind did have a tendency to play tricks on me when my heart was on the line.
“I need you to promise me that you won’t hurt…MMMMEEEEEEE.” I lost my train of thought when his tongue pierced the inner sanctum of my womanly curves.
I sat there with my knees on either side of his head and my hands gripping the headboard with my fingers turning white with the effort. His hands gripped me in a tight vise. I looked down into his eyes and saw his dedication to getting me off.
He was going to drink from the reservoir of my excitement. I was bouncing up and down on the slick digit of his oral instrument. It penetrated, but not as deep as I knew another part of his anatomy would. He did have an amazing capacity to know what technique was going to work to make me climb the walls.
“Keep doing that and I’m going to leave you with a different kind of milk mustache.” His beard was saturated with my juices.
His wild and bohemian ways were infectious. This man was not going to be domesticated easily. My eyes began to blink and my focus was on the spreading warmth along my lower extremities. His thumb rubbing my clit with his tongue spearheading the attack was making me vulnerable to a memorable climactic moment.
His finger was soon buried inside of me. His tongue had replaced his thumb on my clit. He was feeding me the longer portion of his index finger. The motion he was giving me engaged my G spot. I found myself squirting like a fountain. I was moaning and I couldn’t stop not that he was giving me any reason to.
It was like riding a bicycle. I hadn’t done it in a while, but those feelings were hard to mistake for anything else. It felt like the first time and he was not complacent in doing the same thing over again. Logan rocked my world and made stars explode in front of my eyes. I fell backward lying on top of him with my knees bent and my body dry humping the air.
I came back from the pleasurable feeling radiating through my limbs. Everything was coming back into focus. I looked up into his eyes and he had molded my feet against his chest with my toes massaging his nipples. There was something hard and demanding pressing against the folds of my hole.
I was already sopping wet and ready for the insertion of something bigger than his finger. I reached between us and grabbed him not expecting him to push my hand away. I lie there watching him shuffle forward with the band of resistance stretching to accommodate him. I was a blooming flower and he was pollinating me with the sting of his appendage.
“This is a crazy trip you have me on. I can feel every inch surrounded by you. I don’t know how this is going to last with the heat and tightness that you are inflicting on me. I can barely move and it’s a good thing that you are a soaking glove.” It took a few thrusts to bury the length of him in the sweet syrup of my sex.
“Go slow and build up to a speed that will test the mattress and box spring of my bed. I told you that I wanted to get fucked like nobody has ever fucked me before and I meant it. It’s time to see what kind of stamina you have.” He was making me feel every inch and brought the head out to circle my clit with the sticky cream on the tip.
I squirmed around on the mattress with my fingers bunching up the sheets in my fists. I wrapped my legs around his waist forcing him a little bit deeper than he already was. I spurred him on with my heels slapping his bare ass. His clothes didn’t make it any further than the threshold to the bedroom before they were nothing more than a memory.
“I’m trying to slow things down, but the heat is growing by the second. I want to go all night, but I’m not sure that’s in the cards. I might have been thinking about this a little too much. I am hot to the touch and you’re sweet as cherry wine.” His words in combination with his long and agonizingly pleasurable thrusts had the desired effect.