by Daphne Dawn
I start hissing through my gritted teeth, yanking on Carter’s hair and forcing me against my pussy so harshly that I don’t even know if he can breathe. Only when pleasure starts to subside do I let go of him, slowly placing my leg back on the floor.
He pulls back from me and I force my eyelids open. I can’t help but grin as, looking down at him, I notice my fluids dripping down his chin. I reach for him and, with two fingers under his jaw, I make him get up until he’s on my level.
I place both my hands on his chest and push him back, driving him across the bedroom. Grabbing his arm, I force him to sit down on the edge of the bed and then climb on his lap, straddling him.
With both hands on his shoulders, I pull his jacket down his arms and then start unbuttoning his shirt, patiently taking care of each button.
Anticipation builds inside of me as my knuckles brush against his ripped muscles on the way down and, as I bare his perfect body, I feel a violent urge dancing in my mind.
I untuck the rest of his shirt and push it down his arms in a hurry; then I move my hands from his waist to his chest, feeling every hard curve of his chiseled chest. I didn’t think I could become wetter, but I guess I was wrong about that.
Yanking on his hair, I lean in to kiss him again, my tits pressed tight against his pectorals.
He takes his hands to my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I start swaying my hips, moving my pussy up and down the length of his shaft. Even though he still has his pants on, I can already tell that I’m in for a treat.
Grinding against him as hard as I can, I then force myself to roll to the side. My hands dart straight to his waist, and I take care of his belt as fast as I can, unbuckling it and pulling it out from its loops with a sudden movement.
Breathing hard, I remove the top button on his pants and then, as slowly as I can, start unzipping his fly. His cock strains against his boxer briefs as if it has a life of its own, pushing against the back of my hand with a fierceness that makes me bite on my lower lip in excitement.
Hooking my fingers on his pants, I push them down his legs as he kicks off his shoes, and then I take a couple of seconds to marvel at the perfect man sitting by my side. Locking eyes with him, I curl my fingers around the hem of his boxer briefs and then I tug them down as violently as I can.
His cock springs free at once.
Wasting no time, he guides my hand toward his cock and I submit to his desire, grabbing his thick shaft. Giving up on my teasing ways, I start stroking him as fast as I can, moving my hand up and down the whole length of his shaft.
Using my free hand, I caress his balls, rolling them over my stretched fingers; still with my eyes locked on his, I climb down from his body and kneel on the floor.
Leaning into him, I tilt my head sideways and I reach for the side of his shaft with the tip of my tongue.
Resting it against his warm skin, I run my tongue down to his balls and, there, I open my mouth and start sucking on one of them. I take it inside my mouth and, after lapping at it with my tongue, I move to the other one and do exactly the same.
Sliding my tongue back up his shaft, I only stop at the tip of his cock. I run my tongue in fast wide circles around it and, then, I finally lower myself and wrap my lips around his pulsing flesh.
Doing it as slowly as I can, I roll my lips down his shaft until I can feel his cock pressed against the back of my throat; closing my eyes, I make one final effort and take the remaining inches inside of my mouth.
I can’t believe I can fit his entire cock in my mouth, but I had to try and I’m so glad I did. I’m so turned on my tasting him, taking him in my mouth that my whole body is humming with need.
Sliding back over his shaft, I go down again, starting a pendulum motion. Grabbing his cock, I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, my lips making a wet sound as they go over his length. I keep on stroking him as I do it, my hand and my mouth in sync with one another.
Wanting to go the extra mile, I finally peel my fingers off his cock and place both my hands on his ass cheeks, digging my fingers into his flesh and pulling him into me.
Holding onto his body, I start moving my mouth at a frenetic pace, going so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up.
Suddenly Carter stops me, placing both his hands on my head and pulling his cock out. There’s a grin on his lip and grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me up to my feet and presses me against the wall again, crushing his mouth against mine.
“It’s time we up the ante,” he tells me then, locking his eyes on mine, and I become wetter than I’ve ever been.
Chapter 6
Carter
Holy fuck.
Those are the only two words capable of describing what’s happening right fucking now.
Stacy is eye-candy, yes, but she’s so much more. I half-expected her to be a timid one, but hell…she’s everything but timid.
If the way that she was sucking my cock didn’t indicate that, well, the way that she’s kissing me now seals that deal.
I’ve pushed her petite body against the wall and kissed her…but fuck, I think I’m the one being kissed. She’s wild and fierce, and she’s leaving me so fucking hard that soon enough there won’t be enough blood going up to my head.
“Glad you’re here,” she breathes out, and then places her hands on my chest and pushes me back. I feel the back of my knees against the mattress and I sit back down on it; without taking her eyes off mine she climbs on top of me and grabs my cock.
“You said you wanted to up the ante, didn’t you?” She teases me, tightening her fingers around my cock.
“Is that what you’re doing?”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” she replies, that damned smile on her lips.
She points my cock up and then lowers herself until her pussy lips are gently brushing against my cock. Instead of simply lowering herself all the way, she holds that position and starts rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her pussy. I shudder in anticipation, my muscles so fucking tense it feels as if someone poured concrete into my veins.
“You want it?” she whispers, still teasing me. “You’ll have to ask for it,” she continues, and I can’t even process what she’s saying. I’ve never asked for anything in my life – what I want, I just take.
“Ask?” I shoot back with a grin. Let her read it in my eyes: no begging, never.
“You’ll ask,” she continues, and then corrects herself. “You’ll beg.”
Fuck, she’s really driving me crazy. If she keeps it up like this, I don’t know if I can resist it. Well, she’s wrong–I won’t beg. But, fuck, she just keeps brushing my cock against her pussy.
I don’t know how she can take it.
“No,” I groan, resisting this idea that I’m going to beg to fuck the woman I’m seducing…but then she lowers herself just one inch, taking my cock between her folds. I try and thrust, but she moves her hips up matching my movement. “Fuck, Stacy…just take my cock.”
“Are you begging now?” she chuckles, and I can’t help but smile at her. Fuck, she got me there.
“No,” I say too quickly. “I never beg. I just need my cock in you now. You know what you’re doing.”
I chuckle, my voice blending with hers. Then, moving fast, I hook my fingers on her hips and just push her down while I thrust, impaling her on my cock.
I grab her by the ass, holding her down, and I thrust so fucking hard I might just split her in half.
“Fuck, Carter,” she whimpers into my ear, leaning into me and nibbling at my earlobe. Rocking her hips back and forth, she starts punishing my cock with such a violent intensity that I begin seeing stars dancing behind my eyes. I really don’t know what got into her, but…shit, this is good.
She isn’t fucking like a regular woman; she’s fucking me like a goddess.
She really is something else.
“Babe,” I whisper back at her, needing to tell her what’s inside my mind, “you really are something.”
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nbsp; I tell her that without thinking, the words escaping my lips so fast I have no control over them. I’ve just seen her for the first time a few moments ago, and I’m already telling her shit like this? What the fuck is up with that?
“I know,” she simply says, teasing me, and then sits up. Squeezing her own tits, she dances over my cock in a way only she knows how to do. I can’t think, I can’t breathe; this is so fucking good that my brain is overloading with pleasure
She keeps riding me like a madwoman, all while I drift in a sea of scattered thoughts, and she takes me to the edge of coming. I have to focus so hard to stop myself that I’m afraid a vein might burst inside my head. But I manage to do it, and that’s exactly the moment Stacy climaxes.
She thrusts her hips forward, throws her head back, and screams at the top of her lungs. Her voice bounces off the walls, and it wraps itself around my brain in such a way that I almost forget where and who I am. Thank fuck the house is big enough for no one to hear us.
I can’t just lie back now, though.
Whether she likes it or not, I have to show her what I can do.
Without taking my cock out of her pussy, I sit down and grab her hair. She’s still coming when I start pistoning into her, moving my hips so fast that her scream dies down and becomes a quivering moan.
I’m fucking her so hard that I can already feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. But I can go even harder.
I lay her down and position myself so that I’m on top of her; reacting as fast as I moved, she crosses her legs behind my back and pulls me into her, urging me to go as fast as I can. She doesn’t even need to say it; I pound it her as hard as I can, my skin now covered in sweat.
“Harder, harder…” she pants, struggling to get the words out. I’m already going as hard as I can but, somehow, her words unleash some hidden reserve of energy. I move furiously, ravaging her in such a way that this should go down as the best fuck in the history of the world.
“HARDER!” she screams, and I push myself past all physical limitations. I don’t even feel my body moving; I’m just one with the fucking universe right now, both our souls dancing as our bodies burn like a supernova.
Sex has never been this good.
She comes once more, clawing at my back like a leopard. She’s doing it hard enough to draw blood, but I just don’t care; right now I’m taking a deep breath and trying to get a hold of myself.
My whole body is begging me for some release, but I just can’t allow it. No, not yet. I have to enjoy this until the very end, whatever it takes.
I slide my cock out of her and, grabbing her by the waist, I make her roll to her stomach. I place her legs between mine and then, feeling her wetness with the tip of my fingers, I go for her pussy again.
Lying down on top of her, I push my cock into her depths in one flowing thrust. I feel her inner walls clenching my shaft, and that just makes me reignite that furious pace.
She’s grabbing at the sheets so hard her knuckles have turned white, and her moans have become hoarse and raspy; I’m figuring that she pushed her voice to its limit. And what a voice – it doesn’t matter if she uses it for talking, whispering, or screaming…it all makes as hard as a fucking steel rod.
I keep on fucking her will all I have, and I do it until she stops moaning; she just falls silent and takes one deep breath, every single muscle in her body tensing up like a nocked arrow.
Her body starts spasming as if she’s having a seizure, and I feel my own cum pushing its way up my shaft. Once more, I grit my teeth and force it back down.
I slide my cock out and I just can’t fight it anymore. I curl my fingers around my throbbing shaft, and I’m ready to start stroking myself into oblivion when I hear her whisper. I focus, trying to hear what she’s saying, and then a grin takes over my lips as I finally manage to make out her words.
“More…” she’s saying, “I need more.”
Very well then.
One last effort.
Holding her by the hips, I grab my cock with one hand, ready to push it against her pussy, but then a thought crosses my mind.
I let go of my cock and lean into her.
She sighs as she realizes what I’m about to do…and then I just do it.
I dive into her once more, my hands on her ass cheeks, and I slide my tongue up the length of her pussy, and then I do the same in a downward line. On the way back up, I make one final stop on her clit; instead of going, I just push my tongue against her clit, making it dance there.
She squirms as I begin licking her, and I do it as if I’m a man possessed. I savor her like I never did before, and I do it until I just can’t control myself anymore; I pull back, grab my cock, and go for it.
Pushing my cock against her sweet little pussy, I slide my shaft inside it. She’s so fucking tight that my insides clench, a wildfire raging inside my head.
By the time my whole cock is inside of her, I can barely think straight. I just start rocking my hips unconsciously, my eyes closed as I succumb to a whirlwind of electric ecstasy.
Time passes by me without leaving a trace, and I don’t even know how much time has gone by since I started fucking her tight pussy. We’re both covered in sweat, and I know that my time is coming. I’m on the verge of drowning in pleasure, and this time there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop it. This time I’ll be consumed by ecstasy and, fuck it, it’s about time.
The moment I feel her pussy gripping my cock like a fucking vice, there’s no stopping me. My cock starts pulsing violently and I spray her insides with a vengeance. She comes at the same time, somehow managing to scream as if her throat wasn’t exhausted from the effort. She really doesn’t know any limitations.
She’s still screaming out when I take my cock out of her pussy. I grab it as a fountain of cum gushes onto her back. I can’t take my eyes off of her body as my cum covers every single inch of her skin, dripping down her sides and stickying the sheets.
Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I stroke myself, long strands of my white juices flying from my cock and onto her. She rolls on her back to face me and, the moment she does it, I hit her straight in the face with my cum. She just grins and opens her mouth wide, and I take aim, filling her up to the brim.
My heart is racing like a motherfucker as I see my own cum dripping down her chin, her mouth so full that she simply can’t hold it all inside her mouth. I keep on exploding like a fucking geyser until there’s not a single drop of cum inside of me, and only then do I let go of my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, still unblinking; I just can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s completely covered in white, her skin glistening as my juices reflect the dim lights in the room. I lean into her, still breathing hard, and just lay my lips against her cheek.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me…” I say, looking into her smart eyes as I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling. “But this was fucking impressive.”
She looks so fucking sweet right now, still glowing from the pleasure racing through her veins. From the moment our eyes met the first time, I knew I was in for something special…but this is better than what I’ve imagined.
Stacy is different. She’s better than all the other women I’ve had.
Fuck, Percy doesn’t deserve her.
Chapter 7
Nolan
I grind my teeth as I drive up to the family mansion, dreading what I might find.
Percy will be here for the reading of our father’s will. He'll be scheming to get his hands on all the money, no fucking doubt about it.
He's already blackmailed me for the gambling losses I suffered in Vegas.
Some brother, right?
Well, at least we aren’t blood related. I’m his stepbrother from our father's second marriage. I tried to be a friend to Percy when we were younger but he was always a malicious little shit.
Frankly, I don't have time or patience to deal with him. I'm a real estate investor and I've got fuc
king work to do. I just want to swing by the house and pay my respects to our father, and then I'm gone. But that motherfucker Percy has me delivering some files so he can blackmail somebody else...the family lawyer this time.
I know the son-of-a-bitch is doing everything he can to get sole ownership of our father's business empire. It's pathetic, really – his only motivation in life is money.
I peel down the driveway like I have more important shit to do, which is true. I want to get in and get out. I park and climb ot of my car, stalking toward the mansion where we all grew up…a mansion that now feels empty without our father.
When I heard the news, it left me gutted…and now I see things falling apart around us.
Percy's waiting for me as I step in the door.
It obviously hasn't affected Percy on any kind of an emotional level, though.
"There you are, Nolan.” He gives me a smarmy grin, and I want nothing more than to sucker punch it right of his fucking face. “Finally. I've been waiting for hours."
"Well, those papers weren't easy to get a hold of. You'd think you would know with as many people as you’re blackmailing."
Percy glances around the foyer. "Shut up, Nolan. You know nothing about my life. You better keep quiet, or I’ll fucking ruin you, too."
He's a real asshole, my brother, and he always acts like this. I wish I could get out from under his thumb, but things are…complicated. I walk through the house and step into the meticulously landscaped backyard.
The infinity pool cascades to the edge of the property and the view of mountains and ocean is just incredible. I just can't believe John isn’t here, and that I will never see him again.
He was the only father I’ve ever known.
Percy interrupts my silent remembrance.
"You know, you still aren’t free. I have more assignments for you."
"Shut the fuck up, Percy." I'm about sick of his shit. Besides, with my 6'5 frame of pure muscle, I could wipe him out in half a second. "I don't know how long you expect me to put up with this, but it better end soon."