Seduced by the Italian (BBW) (Cougar Erotica)

by Lynn Richards

  Now that was definitely desire. And he wasn’t trying to sell her anything.

  Joanna’s breath turned into ragged little pants.

  “I was going to take you out for dinner.” His hand cupped her breast, thumbing the hard nipple through the thin material. “Are you hungry, Joanna?”

  She could only shake her head.

  Her need for food had been replaced by another type of hunger.

  Slamming her door, Marco quickly rounded the vehicle, letting himself in and starting the jeep in one fluid motion. Without a word, he drove out of the parking lot.

  Joanna was beginning to doubt the sanity of her choice and opened her mouth to break the unnerving silence. “Marco, I…”

  “Be quiet, Joanna.” He didn’t look at her, concentrating instead on navigating the busy downtown streets. “My apartment is just a short distance…but I can’t wait.”

  His right hand left the steering wheel and closed around her left thigh. Pulling the hem of her dress upward, his hand followed, stroking along the soft skin of her inner thigh. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he prodded her right leg with his fingers, urging her to open up to him.

  Joanna complied, shifting so that her knees were on either side of the seat. Her pussy was already drenched, anticipating his touch. He found the snaps of the teddy where it closed at the top of her mound and wrenched them apart. With unerring accuracy, his fingers parted her, finding the throbbing bud of her desire.

  “So wet, Joanna.” His voice was guttural, thick with desire. “So hot for me.”

  He held her pussy lips apart, fingering the tiny nub rhythmically. Joanna gripped the door handle, pushing her throbbing clit into his probing finger.

  “Oh, Joanna, I cannot wait for you to hump my dick like that.”

  The graphic words sent Joanna over the edge. She clamped her thighs around his hand as the orgasm overtook her.

  *

  They were barely inside the door before Marco had her legs around his waist and his tongue in her mouth. Pinned between the closed door and his hard body, Joanna was delirious with need. Her body was on fire. Her breasts ached. She could feel the hard ridge of his dick pressing against her crotch. Her pussy juices ran down her thighs.

  “Hold on to me, tesoro.” His hands went to her bodice, undoing the buttons that held the thin summer dress together. His eyes blazed at the sight of her ripe flesh overflowing the top of the lacy teddy. “Beautiful,” he groaned, taking a tit in each hand and squeezing gently. He pushed the soft mounds together. “I must taste.”

  Joanna kept her arms around his neck, clasping her hands to hold on. Locking her legs tighter around his waist, she leaned back, anchoring herself against the door as his head bent to her breasts, his hot mouth capturing first one turgid nipple and then the other.

  The tug of his mouth on her nipples shot ripples of pleasure straight to her hungry pussy. She ached to have him inside of her, filling her, pounding her aching hole. When he stepped back, disentangling himself from her hold, Joanna wasn’t sure she could stand. Her legs trembled. Along with the rest of her fevered body. If not for the support of the solid door, she would have been a heap on the floor. She whimpered.

  “It is okay. I will pleasure you.” Marco dragged his shirt over his head revealing a wide chest and washboard abs. “I have a hard on so bad it hurts and I must get out of these pants.” His hands dropped to his jeans and Joanna followed his progress with avid interest. She wanted to see his dick.

  He yanked the pants off – no underwear – and stood before her. Her eyes traced his body. He looked like a Greek statue, all perfectly chiseled male perfection. But it was the essence of him that drew her. His dick was the biggest she’d ever seen, protruding from balls the size of lemons. It was at least nine inches long and as big around as her wrist. The thought crossed her mind that he could always make a living doing porn. The blue-veined head glistened with pre-cum and Joanna licked her lips.

  Marco followed her pointed gaze. Taking his hard length in one hand he pushed his hips forward. “Suck me, Joanna.”

  Needing no further provocation, Joanna dropped to her knees, closing her hands around his massive tool. She felt his hand on her head, guiding her. Her tongued darted out, licking the head like a giant lollipop. When Marco groaned, she glanced upward, meeting his sensuous gaze as she opened her mouth to take him inside.

  “Oh, Joanna.” His hips bucked, pushing more of his length into her willing mouth. She relaxed her throat, taking in as much as she could before sliding back to suck the tender tip.

  Vaguely she heard him saying something that sounded like ‘so good.’ She was lost in his pleasure and in giving him pleasure. She’d never thought giving a blow job could be such a turn on for her.

  In and out, in and out, she stroked him with her lips and tongue. Reaching between his legs, she cupped his balls, squeezing gently as she concentrated on sucking as hard as she could.

  “No.” Marco pulled her head back, and his dick slid from between her lips with a little popping sound. “If you keep that up, I will come.”

  “If that’s what you want.” She reached for him again but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to her feet.

  “Not now. Maybe next time.” He led her to his bedroom and placed her on the bed. “This time I want to be inside of that hot little pussy of yours when I come.”

  Joanna shivered. She’d never been so turned on in all of her life. She couldn’t wait to have him inside of her. Spreading her legs, she opened herself to him. He lowered himself on top of her, keeping most of his weight off of her with his elbows. Skin to skin, she trembled.

  She could feel the head of his dick probing her, seeking her opening. Lifting slightly, Marco guided himself into her. He filled her completely, the sheer size of him stretching her to accommodate him.

  “Are you alright?” He held still above her, looking into her eyes, seeking any sign of distress.

  She wasn’t alright. She was on the verge of something unknown, yearning for a fulfillment that only he could give her. She wanted all of him. “I’m better than alright.” She lifted her hips, taking more of him.

  It was all the encouragement Marco needed. His big dick rammed into her, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into her voracious pussy again and again.

  Joanna met him thrust for thrust, loving the way his body pounded into hers. She drew her legs up and over his hips. Digging her heels into his ass, she humped upward on his dick with each of his downward thrusts.

  “That’s it,” Marco whispered encouragingly, his voice dark and sinful. “Ride my big, hard dick with that tight little pussy.” One hand covered her breast, squeezing in rhythm with his movements.

  Their bodies were slick with perspiration, their breaths short gasps as they raced toward fulfillment. Joanna could feel the crest sweeping over her.

  “Come,” Marco ordered. “Come for me.”

  “Oh…oh, Marco.” Her pussy clenched around his dick as the orgasm hit her.

  “Joanna…tesoro.” He came with her, his body plunging quickly into hers as he released his seed.

  He rolled to his side, pulling her close. Joanna snuggled against him, one leg thrown over his hip, his dick still buried in her.

  “That was the best sex of my entire life.”

  Joanna pulled back slightly. “That was supposed to be my line.”

  Marco trailed a finger lazily across her shoulder and downward toward her breast, smiling sexily when the tip puckered. “You are the most responsive woman I have ever bedded.”

  “I think it’s just you. My ex-husband would totally disagree with you.” She burrowed into his chest while making that admission.

  He cupped her chin in one lean hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Then your ex-husband is a fool. It is his job to be the man, to make you feel like the desirable woman that you are.”

  Joanna closed her eyes. “You make me feel sexy.”

  “You are sexy. I saw you com
ing down the mall today and I waited for you.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh, yes.” He pushed her hair behind her ear, leaning over to nibble gently on the exposed lobe. “I want you again.”

  Joanna could feel him stirring inside of her and her shocked eyes met his.

  He laughed at her expression. “I told you, you are a very desirable woman.” His lips touched her throat. “Tell me what your fantasy is, Joanna.”

  His touch was heat, his voice hypnotic, drawing a response from her.

  “My husband would never do me doggie style.”

  “His loss,” Marco uttered as he pulled out of her, turning her so that she was on her stomach. “Put the pillow under your head, Joanna and lift your ass up in the air.”

  Joanna obeyed, moving to the middle of the bed as he scooted behind her. She felt his dick probing between her thighs, soaking himself in her juices. Holding her hips with his hands, he plunged his dick into her, feeding her sopping pussy with long stokes.

  “How does that feel?” His voice was like velvet.

  Joanna gasped, amazed at the sensations. “So good, Marco.”

  He leaned over her, running his hands up her stomach to take her swaying breasts in his hands. “You were made for fucking, Joanna.”

  His words added to the ecstasy his body created in her. Joanna moaned, giving in to the act of sex with an abandon she’d never allowed herself. She pushed back into his thrusts. “Harder, please.”

  Marco grabbed her hips, pulling her around to the edge of the bed as he stepped off, never pulling out of her. “This time, I’m going to bang you until you scream, Joanna.”

  And he proceeded to do just that. With each hard thrust, Joanna could feel her breasts jiggle, yearning for his hands. As if he sensed her needs, he ordered her to touch herself. “Pinch your nipples for me, Joanna.”

  He slid one hand around her, delving into the blonde curls between her legs. His talented finger found her slippery clit.

  “Marco.” She bucked, wanting the ride to go on and on. She pulled at her nipples, adding to her pleasure. She had never touched herself during the act of sex. All too soon she felt the familiar wave sweep over her.

  “That is it. Come on my cock.” Marco pumped faster. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks with each thrust. His short, sharp jabs triggered another orgasm.

  Joanna gave herself over the feeling.

  *

  She awoke the next morning to Marco’s hands on her breasts as he thrust his already aroused body against her backside.

  “Ummm.” She snuggled back into him, loving the feel of his body surrounding hers.

  His mouth touched her back, trailing kisses across her shoulder and up her neck, while his nimble fingers continued to stroke her breasts.

  “Joanna?”

  She was lost in a sensual haze. “Hmmm.”

  “Soon we will have to get up.”

  She wiggled her backside against him. “I think one of us is already up.”

  Marco captured her hip with one lean hand, holding her against him. “And what are you going to do about it?”

  Turning quickly, she pushed him onto his back, her body straddling his. “I think I’ll ride you.” She lowered her aching cunt onto his hard rod, taking him slowly inside of her.

  “Ahhh…Joanna, I think you are going to kill me.” His big hands fondled her breasts. “But I will go with a smile on my face.”

  Placing her hands on his broad chest, she began to pump up and down on his massive dick. He felt so good inside of her. She’d never forget her time with him.

  She wanted to laugh out loud. She wanted to shout to the world – she was forty…and fabulous.

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  Joanna stared at the dress