“You taste good,” he said in a gruff voice as he got to his hands and knees. I watched as he wiped the back of his mouth with a massive hand. “You’re delicious.”
I shivered. “Come here,” I whispered. Blake crawled over my body and kissed me savagely. I licked my scent and my taste off of his mouth until I could feel my wetness smeared across my chin. It was so raw, so intimate, that I thought I was going to come just from kissing. I trailed my hands down Blake’s body and fumbled at the snap of his jeans. A massive erection was sticking out in the front; I could feel it rubbing against my hip. It made me a little nervous to think about how Blake would feel when he first entered me. It had been a few months since I’d last had sex, and he felt absolutely massive. I wondered if it would hurt, then decided I didn’t care. I wanted him anyway. I wanted him so much that I thought I was going to burst.
Gently, I pushed Blake onto his back and got to my knees. Tugging off my panties, I tossed them onto the floor and got to work pulling down his jeans. When he was clad only in briefs, I rubbed the bulge straining the front of them. His cock was massive and so veiny, I could feel it through the fabric of his underwear. Blake groaned. He reached down to grab my hand and began stroking himself with it; I felt a little shiver of pleasure run through my body when I saw his eyes roll back in his head. Blake groaned and pulled his cock out of his briefs, sliding them down his legs and kicking then off. I had to stop and stare. Naked, he was so beautiful. The muscles of his body stood out and I flicked my gaze over the tattoos that covered his bare skin. His cock stood straight out from his body, and when I saw how thick it was, I gasped. Imagining him sliding inside of me was pleasurable, and I closed my eyes and savored the sensation.
Without warning, Blake grabbed my wrists and flipped me on my back. He crawled in between my legs and looked me in the eyes. I swallowed hard and blinked, meeting his gaze with intensity. I felt his cock brushing up against my labia and I shivered with anticipation. Blake stared at me in a way that made me feel completely naked, as if he could see my soul, or all of the organs in my body. He licked his lips and leaned down to kiss me, gently nudging my lips apart and slipping his tongue inside. As the kiss deepened, I felt his hands trace down my body. He spread my legs apart and lowered his hips until the fat head of his cock was pressing against the entrance to my pussy. Blake groaned softly and grabbed a hold of my hips. I braced myself for pain but feeling him push into me was incredibly amazing. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, relishing the feeling of his massive cock filling my body. Blake started to thrust in and out, hard, and he was grunting and gripping me so hard that I felt a bruise forming. As his cock moved in and out, I moaned and arched my back. Every time he slammed into me, I felt his pubic bone rub against my clit. It was heavenly; when I closed my eyes, stars and fireworks exploded across my vision. Blake used his other hand to grab my wrists and pin them above my head. I could feel the delicate bones grinding together as he pushed himself up and fucked me wildly. Every time he slammed inside of me, little explosions burst in my belly. I moaned his name loudly and bit my lip, thrashing my head to the side. For a moment, there was nothing. It was just us, us moving together, us fucking, and us as one.
When I opened my eyes, Blake was staring at me. I blushed and shivered and moaned loudly as he thrust in extra-hard. He grunted and I felt sweat drip from his forehead and land on my face. Together, we arched and screamed and came. As my orgasm ripped through me, I saw explosions of color flash across my line of sight. Every muscle in my body tensed painfully, and then released in a burst of ecstasy that hit me over and over until I was hoarse from crying out. Blake dug his fingers so hard into my skin that I felt his nails tear me open. He grunted and thrust so hard that I saw stars, before tensing and shaking. Inside of me, I felt his cock jerk and pulse, then gush into me.
Blake collapsed on top of me, exhausted. He let out a big breath before rolling over onto his side. The air between us suddenly felt awkward and heavy. I looked at the ceiling and waited for him to say something. The only sound in the room was that of our ragged breaths. I could smell our musk in the air: heady and potent. If Blake hadn’t been watching, I would have buried my face in the sheets just to smell us.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded. “I’m fine,” I said, wincing when I heard my voice. It came out as a high squeak.
“Good,” Blake said. He rolled closer to me and wrapped his arm around me, snuggling up tightly. His body radiated heat—he was like a furnace come to life. His breath warmed my chilly shoulders. When Blake felt how cold I was, he pulled a blanket over me. “How can you be cold?” he teased. “I’m gonna overheat or something,” he added, fanning himself comically.
I laughed, a short nervous sound. “I’m always cold,” I told him. “Especially my hands and my feet.” I put my foot up against his bare leg. “See?”
Blake jumped and cried out. “Damn, woman!” He shot me a look and I giggled, for real this time. “You’re freezing,” he observed, wrapping the blanket around me more tightly.
“I’m fine now,” I said sweetly. Blake wrapped his arm around me. For a long time, we didn’t talk, and when I looked over at him, he’d fallen asleep.
Even though I should have been exhausted from my emotional outburst and the sex, I wasn’t. I felt like getting up and cleaning, or going out for a run. I had more energy than I’d had in days. Weeks, even. Just being with Blake made me feel invigorated. And it wasn’t entirely good; a lot of the time, I wanted to slap him. But in bed, he’d been amazing. I’d known that he was going to be good, but that was the kind of sex that I hadn’t had in ages.
I shivered as I thought about how he’d taken control of my body and made me his. I blushed when I thought about the way I’d moaned, desperate for pleasure. Blake had been an incredible lover. It was almost like he could read my mind. I wondered what he’d thought of me.
Blake started to snore loudly and I gently slipped his arm off me. For a moment I thought he was going to wake, but instead he rolled onto his stomach and planted his face in my pillow. I pulled the blanket back and looked at his amazingly sculpted body. His ass and thighs were incredibly muscular, and I felt my heart start to pound as I looked at his naked shape on the bed.
Slipping into a robe, I padded into the kitchen and sat down at the table. With a lump in my throat I realized it might not be mine for much longer. I had no idea how Blake planned to help me. And what if it was too late?
I shook my head. He had to help me. That was it. And I knew that without his help, I’d be in more trouble than ever.
Chapter Thirteen
Blake
When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I was somewhere soft, warm, and sweet-scented, with sunlight streaming in. Blinking, I heard a voice singing off-key. Sarah. I was at Sarah’s place.
Groaning, I rolled onto my back and covered my eyes with my hands. I hadn’t slept that well in weeks. I hadn’t been fucked like that in weeks, either. Sarah had been amazing: so thirsty, so sexy, so loud. I loved how she’d eagerly taken my cock again and again, begging for more whenever I stopped. Thinking about it again was making my cock twitch between my legs, and I licked my lips hungrily thinking of Sarah.
When I walked into the hallway, I saw her standing in the kitchen. She had her back to me and she was wearing this killer silk bathrobe. It made her ass look incredible, and my cock rose to a semi-hard state. Something smelled incredible and I took a look around to see plates of bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, and pancakes. My mouth watered, but whether it was from the food or from Sarah, I couldn’t tell.
Sarah whirled around in surprise. She grinned when she saw me. At first, she looked a little different, and then I realized she wasn’t wearing makeup. She didn’t need it, either; her skin was as creamy as ever, with no blemishes or marks anywhere. She looked at me nervously.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I made everything,” she said in a soft voice. My eyes travelled down her body to her curvy br
easts bounding beneath her robe. I stepped closer.
“I like everything,” I murmured in a husky voice. A blush painted Sarah’s face crimson. Stepping closer, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She moaned softly as I kissed her and tangled her hands in my hair. Remembering how loud she’d been last night, I broke the kiss and covered her mouth with my hand.
“You have to be quiet this time,” I said teasingly. “You don’t want to wake the neighbors, do you? Especially since you won’t be moving out any time soon.”
Sarah’s big eyes pleaded with me. I could tell how hot she was just by looking at her, and I could feel my cock stiffen into a full erection. Sarah unbelted her silk robe and let it drop to the floor. I ran my hands down her body and turned her around so my cock was pressing into her amazing, generous ass. Sarah groaned and leaned over the table, holding onto the edges with both hands. She gently moved her hips and ground her pussy against my cock, moaning under my fingers. I felt a jolt of arousal spike through my body as I pulled her close and slipped my cock inside of her. Sarah cried out; even from behind my hand, I heard her.
She felt so incredibly good. Being inside of her was like making love to wet, warm velvet, and I luxuriated in the feel of her pussy before beginning to pump in and out. Sarah moaned softly and arched her back, shoving her ass against me. With my free hand, I fondled and groped the flesh, spanking her softly at first and then hard enough to leave a red handprint. Every time I spanked her, Sarah would cry out and push her hips against me. I started fucking her harder and harder, grunting with the effort of it all. I could feel an orgasm building inside of me and I groaned loudly, pulling Sarah’s hips as close to me as I possibly could. She uttered a loud moan and I felt her tongue slip between the cracks of my fingers. Even though I’d felt her tongue before in much more intimate places, the lewdness of the wet feeling on my hands was enough to set me off. I felt my cock gush inside of her like a geyser, filling her with my seed. Sarah screamed and I pulled my hand away, letting the sounds of her raw pleasure fill the apartment. She cried out again and again and I felt her pussy tense around my cock and pulse with her own savagely delicious orgasm.
Afterwards, she lay on the table for a second before standing up and collecting her robe. She looked at me with mussed hair. Suddenly, she seemed shy and young beyond her years. I couldn’t believe that she was close to my age. She seemed like a teenager after losing her virginity, or falling in love for the first time. Sarah’s vulnerability entered my heart like worm, and I pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair. She began to shake and I sensed again just how scared she really was.
“I promise I’ll help you,” I whispered into her hair. She didn’t reply; instead she pulled away and served us heaping plates of breakfast. When I looked at her, she sniffed.
“Julia gave me some food,” she said sheepishly. “There was no way I could eat all of this by myself.”
I laughed shortly. “I’m starving,” I admitted. “Thanks for doing this.”
Sarah sat with her plate food in front of her, untouched, as I gobbled through all of the sausage and most of the bacon and eggs. She traced circles on her plate with her fork before finally taking a small bite of toast.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I’m not great company right now.”
I reached across the table and cuffed her affectionately on the shoulder. Sarah looked up at me with her big, worried green eyes. “It’s okay,” I said finally. “Everything will be okay.”
“You keep saying that,” Sarah said nervously. “How can you be sure?”
I shrugged. “I can’t,” I said. “But I plan on seeing that creep today and getting the pictures back.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “You think I haven’t tried that?”
I looked at her evenly. “I’m a lot more convincing,” I said. “He has to listen to me. Right?”
Sarah’s eyes met mine. “Whatever you say,” she said, biting into a piece of bacon. “Whatever you say.”
Chapter Fourteen
Sarah
“I can’t believe you’re dating someone again!” Julia looked at me with her mouth hanging wide open. “And don’t lie, Sarah. I know what you’re up to.”
I blushed and looked away, twining a hank of my red hair in my sweaty hand. “It’s true,” I said flatly. “I didn’t really expect to like him as much as I do, but he’s really something.”
Julia looked at me with her eyes narrowed. “Is it serious?” Her question hung in the air and I met her eyes before looking back down at my feet.
Without answering, I walked over to my couch and flopped down with my feet in the air. Every time I looked at my kitchen table, I saw Blake taking me forcefully from behind, forcing me to come harder than I’d ever come before. It was enough to make me blush.
“I don’t know,” I said finally. “It might be. But a lot of things are going on right now,” I added, swallowing hard. “It might not be the best time to get into a relationship.”
Julia pursed her lips. “I know what you mean,” she said after an awkward pause. “Are you on birth control?”
“Julia!” I cried out, blushing. “What the hell kind of a question is that?”
“That’s how Hailey was born,” she said, blushing. “Because I didn’t think I could get pregnant, and then…well, there she was.”
I squinted at her. “I’m on the pill,” I said defensively. As I spoke, I tried to calculate how many days had passed since I’d remembered to take it on time. A little thrill of nervousness went through my body. “And I’m taking it,” I lied. “I’m not going to get pregnant. You know I couldn’t afford that right now.”
“Trust me, money was the last thing I was thinking about when I found out that I was going to have Hailey,” Julia said. “I was so excited! I was having a baby with the guy I loved! We were going to get married!”
I looked at her sternly. “Calm down. That’s not going to happen. That’s not even in the cards. I can’t even think of how weird that would be!”
“I bet,” Julia said. “Just wait ’til you are pregnant. Then it’ll be baby on the brain all the time.”
“God,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Are you joking? That sounds horrible,” I said with a grin.
Julia laughed and made a face at me. “You’re terrible,” she said, still laughing. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me because I’m your best friend who doesn’t have her shit together?” I joked. I felt my cell phone buzzing in my pocket. When I pulled it out, my heart skipped a beat.
Blake!
“Sorry,” I said to Julia. “I have to take this. Do you mind?”
She shook her head and I walked into my bedroom and closed the door. “What’s up?”
“Meet me tomorrow,” Blake said in a low voice. “At the Starbucks on the corner of Elvey and Massey.”
I nodded. “Okay. What time?”
“Can you do one in the afternoon?”
“Yeah,” I said automatically. “Sure, that’s great.” I could hear Blake’s heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Blake said after a moment. “I think I’ll have some good news for you, babe,” he added. My heart fluttered when he said babe. Even though it didn’t mean anything, hearing his endearments still made me smile.
“Okay,” I said, swallowing hard. “Thanks, Blake.”
“Of course,” he said in a gruff voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Grinning, I walked back into the kitchen. Julia was staring at me and smiling.
“You little slut!” she cried out. “Do you have a date tomorrow?”
I shook my head. “Not exactly,” I said. “But we are getting coffee.”
Julia gave me a funny look. “You really like this guy,” she observed. “I haven’t seen you this keyed up about anyone in a long time.”
I nodded. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I know. He’s in a motorcycle club, too. Doesn’t that sound dan
gerous?”
Julia rolled her eyes. She walked over and sat on the couch. I opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer and handed her one. We clinked and drank together.
“No more dangerous than your exes,” Julia said after swallowing a mouthful of Coors Light. “I mean, what about that guy Chase? He was crazy,” she added. “He was, like, in a gang. That’s much worse than a motorcycle club.”
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