by Dark Angel
I could beg with words, but I don’t even bother trying to summon them. I don’t want to. I want to see what Gian wants to do with my body, and what he wants my body to do.
Gian is trying to kill me with his cock. There’s no other explanation. He knows how much I enjoy being on the precipice of an orgasm and he’s going to torment me as much as possible. I can’t complain. Well, I can and have, but I delight in the erotic torture. The sensual way that Gian can keep me so much on the edge of every pleasure and then draw me back… an ever-receding wave and tide coming back in makes my thoughts blur into nothing. I’ve never felt so free as I do when Gian fucks me.
Some people meditate. I find that boring and time wasted. I'm always going to start thinking about my grocery list, or what my next day at work is going to be like.
Some people turn to vices like drugs or alcohol. I’ve seen those tear my brother, Tommy, apart.
Me? I let myself get fucked by the wealthy casino owner that could've chopped off some of my brother’s body parts to get him to pay up his gambling debts. I let him because I want him. It all started as some deal, but it's turned into something I don’t even begin to try to understand. Whatever it is that we have, I just know that it's something precious. Something I want to hold onto.
It's more than the sex. Incredible as the sex is. Never before in my life did I place a high priority on sex. Doubtlessly, now, I'm placing a priority on it now. But there’s something about Gian that’s so much more than about his cock or what he can do to me with it. I'm aching for him all the time, but it's more than sex. Gian makes me feel safe. I feel cared for. I know that he cares about what makes me happy, what I need.
The fact that he also seems to crave fucking me as much as I craved being fucked by him? That’s just major bonus points.
My whole life I figured I never needed sex, and I had no desire to go after it. No man interested me.
Now, no other man ever will. Giancarlo Sandoval fucks like a demon, but I see heaven when he’s inside me. Nothing could ever be so utterly sensual as how well Gian fucks me. He knows my body far better than I could ever know my own. I know I must sound like a foolish girl, but that’s just the truth. When he touches me, he creates feelings in me that I didn’t know I could have.
Right now, my eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I’m hardly able to hang on to any thought in my head. I live a pampered life now, but despite dancing for the eyes of many, or having my hair and nails done, or my body massaged like I’m some wealthy woman, nothing makes me feel like more of a queen than when Gian worships my body, keeps me on the edge of an orgasm, and then finally lets me cum. Pulls me all the way to the edge and then has me come undone for him. From his touch. The idea of orgasming for him is so erotic I might unload this pressure now just thinking about it. But that’s not what I want. I don’t want to cum until Gian says I can cum. It's strange, because taking orders from a man is so not my thing at all. In fact, I won’t do it unless I absolutely have to. But I just love when Gian controls when I cum, determines how and when I cum. It's hotter than anything I can imagine, and it shocked me as much as it did him, I think, when we fucked the first time and I wanted him to keep up his erotic torture forever. I feel safe in the space between the most intense pleasure continuing and that pleasure peaking to the utmost heights it can; I feel safe when Gian is in control of my body. I knew from the instant Gian kissed me that he knew my body and what my body likes better than me. His control of my orgasms is the purest expression of that.
Gian presses the hard wall of his chest to the soft pillow of my breasts. The feeling of him against me sets off fireworks under my skin. I feel us both slicked with sweat now from the intensity and exertion. But I don’t fire off until he’s ready. Still, I’m trembling around him. My legs are spread wide on the bed and if I had strength enough I would lock them together behind Gian’s back. But I’m using every ounce of my energy to hold my orgasm at bay until Gian sets me free.
His lips close over mine, but before I can kiss him, his teeth and lower lip scrape my lower lip into his mouth. He tugs lightly and it shocks me for just a moment enough that I’m not focused on holding back my pleasure and waiting. It trips me up and I shudder beneath him. Gian releases my lip and pulls me closer to him for a kiss. Breathing in my breath, he moans into my mouth. “Cum for me, baby,” and now it's my turn to moan into his mouth.
I shake hard enough to break our kiss, and I turn my head to the side and cry out. The intensity of the orgasm thundering through my body shocks me, and I’d been holding the sensations back. I can’t believe how much I needed this, either, because the unknown stress of the anxiety is clear to me. I had such stress from not being with him. I don’t know if that’s what bothered Gian, or something else, but I’m so content to be coming undone with his cock buried inside me. I feel that massive rod slam deeper into me, and the hot jets of cum sliding deep in my pussy. He’s unloading and I’m cumming as hard as my body possibly can. I finally make my shaking thighs encapsulate Gian and I pull him tighter in.
“I wish I could go deeper inside you, Lucy,” Gian says with a groan.
He makes a good point. That long, thick cock is fucked as far up into me as it can be, but the way I’m squeezing him so tight against me is just slamming him against me in the same places because there’s simply nowhere else to go. Gian’s huge cock fills me up so that there’s not even room for air, and that fullness drives me wild. Tremors shake through my body and I feel my pussy strangle Gian’s cock, milking all the cum out of that monster until there’s nothing more to give. I’m lost in the shudders and the sighs of my own orgasm, however, because I crave Gian’s cock inside me so much that body just goes off on its own little orgasm tangent. My hands are running up and down his back, squeezing him, scratching down his back, grabbing him, and just having to touch him as much as possible. I have to hold onto him while the aftershocks of my orgasm ride through me until I’m totally spent.
I don’t even remember more than him turning us over, his cock still inside me, because I fall asleep almost instantly. My eyes are shut before I realize it — maybe I was squeezing them shut? I feel the rise and fall of his chest against my cheek, hear his heartbeat, and nothing else matters. The world around me fades and my arms pull up to hold him as he’s holding me, and I feel so safe.
I know it wasn’t an easy road here, but now I’m happier than I could've possibly imagined.
“I love you, Lucy,” Gian says, kissing me.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. I mean it. I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life. “You saved my brother. And you saved me. Thank you, Gian,” I say and then yawn because I’m so spent, so satisfied, so sated.
“You saved me, baby girl,” Gian says, kissing me again and holding me even closer. “Marry me, please,” he says so softly I almost don’t hear him.
“Yes,” I say with all the strength I have left. “I want to be your wife, Gian.”
He holds me tighter and I’m happier than I ever knew that I could be.
With such perfect happiness surrounding me, I can fall right asleep. A dreamless world of warmth and happiness greets me in the black velvet behind my eyes.
I’m Gian’s, and he's mine.
Gian and Lucy - The Honeymoon
“Tommy, I can’t believe you did this!” I wrap my arms around my brother’s neck, kissing him on the cheek. “You do realize that you’re incredible honeymoon gift, crazy work schedule – none of this is going to keep us from spending time together when I get back, right?” I laugh as I say this, because now that Tommy is well, we eat lunch together several times a week. I’ve seen more of him that I had in nearly ten years, and not just because of the fact that he wasn’t busy drinking, gambling, or doing drugs.
No, thanks to my wonderful new husband, Gian, my brother got help. My brother got better.
He even got a job and bought me a honeymoon getaway. I let him go and smile at him. He looks better than he has
in ages. Young again. Happy. I couldn’t be more grateful.
I see Gian give him a look before they do the manly pat on the back hug thing that I will never quite get, but they’re both smiling in genuine, wide smiles that reach the eyes. The very air around us seems magical. I have literally everything I have ever wanted.
Well, there’s one more thing. Something that you don’t exactly hope for when you think you are going to be a virgin for the rest of your life. But a married woman with financial security and happiness totally thinks about these things.
“When we get back, maybe you’ll be uncle Tommy,” I say with a grin and pat my stomach.
“Are you?” Gian’s hand closes over mine.
“Not yet,” I say. “But I doubt we’ll stop practicing…and you’d be such an excellent father,” I say and kiss Gian’s cheek.
I see something flicker through him. Before Gian and I figured out that he and I could really be together, that all the rocky stuff from his past and my fight or flight survival mode existence could both end, neither of us thought we’d ever get to be so domesticated.
Now, we can have anything. And I want to have Gian’s baby.
I think I actually see moisture welling up in Gian’s eyes, but no tears fall. I’ve never seen him have such a strong reaction before, but judging by that smile that’s still there, and the love in his eyes when he looks at me, I think we’re both in agreement.
“Work on that, then, because I know that Lucy will be a fantastic mother,” Tommy says, turning to head back to his car. “She always takes care of me,” he says in a quiet voice, but I hear him.
I’ve always done my best, and I’m so glad that he’s in such a good place right now.
“Tommy told me about this trip…and I took the liberty of upgrading us to first class and extending our stay. I suppose the paradise away from home will be an excellent place to work on making a baby. Though the mile high club will be nice, too,” Gian says, pulling me up into his arms and holding me up.
My lips drop down to close over his and I think about what he’s just said.
Sex on an airplane is something that I never even would have thought of. I don’t even know what first class is like.
Gian and I get in the car, the driver getting us to the airport, and we head for the first class lounge. This is nothing like the few times I’ve flown before. But I’m not terribly surprised that flying with Gian already makes me feel like I’m in a new world. Being wealthy – as Gian’s wife, I am technically wealthy as well – doesn’t exactly come easy to me but I’m trying to get used to it.
When we board our plane, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. “Well of course we can have sex on the plane,” I say, perhaps a little too loudly, but I’m flabbergasted. There’s a private sleeping cabin with a door and I remember seeing something crazy like this on YouTube and the brief memory of the price tag on something like this makes my eyes widen. “Did you think I was going to be able to wait until we were at the beach to be inside you?” Gian wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me against him so I can feel the full width and length of his erection. His cock is harder than the stuff they make the plane out of, and I can tell exactly what he wants. I can’t say I want anything else, either. The outline of his cock against me makes me bite my lip before I can register anything else.
We had sex this morning, doggy style, in the shower, and I feel like that was a million years ago now. “I don’t think I can wait another minute longer,” I say in a surprisingly breathy voice. That’s the effect Gian has on me. Since I met him, I’ve found him so irresistible.
Gian takes my hand and leads me in to our cabin, where we close the door, and he lifts me up like I weigh nothing and lays me down on the bed.
He eyes me like he’s going to eat me up for a second, and when his finger is at the drawstring of my sweatpants, I don’t think I can wait a second longer, shaking off my flip flop sandals quickly. I insisted in traveling in something comfortable, and I’m glad I did, because my pants slide right off, giving him near instant access to me. Gian tears down my panties and cups my pussy, sliding his fingers through my wet folds.
“Fuck, you’re always so wet for me,” he purrs at me.
I whimper. God, can someone hear us? I realize that I don’t care if they can, though, because I need him so much I would scream and beg for him if he wasn’t already so eager to fuck me.
“I can’t wait any longer, damn,” Gian says, tearing off his pants. His hands pull my legs up so high that he’s practically folded me in half and he slams his cock into me, hard.
He’s so deep inside me so fast that I can’t breathe for a second, my eyes roll back in their orbits, and I’m seeing stars.
Gian slams his cock into me so fast, over and over again, and the wet sound of us fucking is filling the air as much as the scent of my pussy. It smells like sex all around us, and I know someone else on the plane has to know what we’re doing.
First class flying has some pretty incredible perks.
Because I know that Gian has enough money, he can do whatever he wants.
And I love Gian so much, and want him so much, I would let him do anything to me.
“Fuck,” I groan out, him slamming his cock so hard into my pussy that I forget any urge I might have had to be quiet.
Gian gives me a smile that is so wide and satisfied it makes my pussy squeeze around him, my clit twitching at how incredibly sexy he is.
“Kiss me,” I whimper out, wanting him to put the weight of his body on me while he folds me in half like this.
Leaning so close and pressing his body against me, I can feel Gian’s sexy stubble tickling my face and feel his hot breath on my mouth. “Cum for me,” Gian growls before his lips capture mine. His drugging kiss makes my hips rock up and take every last inch of his enormous cock. My pussy strangles his cock, milking out his cum while mine is gushing out of my pussy. I feel how wet my thighs are getting, can feel his balls slapping my ass and how wet they are with cum.
When Gian breaks our kiss, his mouth travels down to my breasts and I barely finish one orgasm before his tongue swirling my nipple brings me to another.
“You’re fucking mine, forever,” Gian growls, sinking his teeth into me.
“Yes!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing my legs to lock around behind his back. He pulls me up so I’m sitting on his lap. Gian holds me while I shake from the incredible orgasms I just had. I rest my head against his chest, kissing him where I can hear his heartbeat.
“I love you so much,” I say against his skin.
“You’re my whole damn world. I can’t wait to have a baby with you,” Gian says, kissing the top of my head. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life. I love you.”
Everything that happened between Gian and I felt like it was happening so fast, and then when we finally got married and knew that we really, truly were going to be together and nothing could tear us away from each other, that’s when I knew that all my years of hoping for more for my brother helped me to be open to a future for myself. Gian and I bared the darkest parts of our souls to each other, and together, we found the light to live in.
Woman of the House: A Dark MFM Romance
My stepbrother makes me sigh. My stepdad makes me sore. Yeah…I’m a lucky woman. Sure, the two men in my family never got along. After Sloane’s mother died, his stepdad Drake got married to my mother. That marriage didn’t last but it made them my family. So now they’re both single. And it’s time for me to play. Which one will I choose?
The strong, silent, alpha who protects me with body?
Or the arrogant and dangerous bad boy who focuses always on my pleasure?
Why not both? Who knows. Might be kinda fun. Teasing one. Tempting the other. Crossing into a land of forbidden delights.
It’s a tantalizing and delicious possibility that comes into the picture with the three of us. But people are gonna be jealous and will try to stop us from it.
If it works, it’ll change our lives forever.
If not, it’ll tear us apart.
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Natalie
My name is Natalie Vanderhill, and I build sex toys for a living.
How’s that for an introduction? Short and sweet, right? Maybe you wouldn’t find it so sweet if you could see me now, hunched over another cardboard box as I prepare it for shipping. I’ve been packing countless toys since six in the morning, so don’t think all I do is sit back and count the money.
Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m in complete control of my life (and my finances) and that’s what matters. It’s funny how things go, though.
A few years ago I was another fresh face out of Stanford, ready to enter the high-rolling, dog-eat-dog world of finance. Which was exactly what I did; I packed my bags, grabbed a plane to New York City, and landed a job at one of these behemoth financial institutions.
It took me a week to figure out that I was heading in the wrong direction. Despite being attuned to detail (which means I know my way around a spreadsheet), and enjoying the responsibility of dealing with large sums of money, the world of finance was simply too hierarchical and slow moving for my tastes. I needed action and risk, and so I ended up becoming an entrepreneur.
It was a gradual change; during the days I kept working inside my small office cubicle like a good mindless drone, but during the nights I transformed into the Dirty Lil’ Angels CEO. It started more like a hobby, really—something to take my mind off how boring my day job was.
After three months of tinkering with a lot of sex toys—research has never been this fun, that much I can tell you—I started building my own prototypes. From there, it took me a few more months to become a full-time entrepreneur. Now, at 25 years old, I’m raking in more money than I’ve ever expected. Seriously. And all this while still working out of my own apartment.