by Marilyn Lee
There were probably several good reasons to say no. I didn’t care about any of them. “Yes,” I admitted. “I am.”
“And these beautiful ladies are going to be mine alone?”
“Yes...oh, yes.”
He released a sigh and slipped off the bed. “Stay right there,” he said and left the room.
I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. What have you just done, Lin? Have you lost your mind? You are not going to be his woman and you are not going to let him fuck you! You both came. Stop thinking with your pussy and let what you’ve shared be enough. Get your ass in gear and get the hell back to Philly.
I lay where I was, rubbing my pussy and getting wet and excited as I fantasized about being fucked with Grant’s incredibly thick dick.
When he returned to the bedroom several minutes later with a condom on his fully erect cock, my pussy flooded. Dismissing any remaining remnants of sanity, I parted my legs in an unmistakable and shameless invitation.
He quickly crossed the room and joined me on the bed. He slipped between my legs, pausing with his cock against my entrance.
My heart raced and my thighs shook. I couldn’t ever recall hungering for cock more.
He stared down at me. “Are you sure? I want our first fuck to be special. If you have any doubts, it’ll kill me, but I can wait.”
For an answer, I reached down, closed my fingers against his thick length, and thrust my hips upward.
That’s all the encouragement he needed.
He drew my hand away and thrust his hips forward, slowly driving his thick cock into my wet channel.
When I felt our pubic hair touching, he laid his big body on mine and sought my lips.
Oh, hell yeah!
I moaned with pleasure as he fucked me slowly. Ripples of pleasure tightened my belly and shook my entire body with each hard, wonderful thrust. I love a man who doesn’t rush through a fuck as if he’s afraid he’ll be pulled out if he doesn’t rut into me like there’s no tomorrow.
Don’t get me wrong. I can fully appreciate a man who behaves as if mine is the best pussy he’s ever had and it’s so good he goes wild, but I almost demand a certain level of expertise and finesse in my lovers.
Grant took his time fucking me and he knew what he was doing. He made every touch of his lips, tongue, and cock count. He filled my pussy with lust and touched my inner emotions with a joy and passion I couldn’t deny or hide.
My back arched, my toes curled, and I moaned like an alley cat in heat.
He pounded my pussy while biting my breasts and clutching my ass to keep his cock as deep in me as possible.
Oh, God, what a blast. I sobbed his name and enjoyed an absolutely delicious orgasm.
He continued sliding in and out of my climaxing pussy for several moments before he finally shuddered against me, groaned in my ear as he ground his cock as deep as he could get it in me, and came himself.
As I lay under him, enjoying each groan and jerk of his big, hard body, I kept my eyes closed and pretended he was coming in my bare pussy instead of in the condom.
He collapsed on me with his lips against my ear. “Oh, damn, sweet, that was good.”
I smiled, stroking my fingers down his ass. “Well, I do have good pussy,” I said.
He bit my ear. “Good isn’t the word. Damn. Exquisite isn’t adequate either, but it’s all I can come up with at the moment.”
Oh, hell, but he was smooth.
I tightened my pussy around his cock.
He groaned in protest.
I laughed.
“Instead of wasting time teasing me, you’d better get on the phone and give your old lovers the bad news.”
“What bad news?”
“This pussy is now off limits to them.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because you’re my woman now,” he told me in a deep, passion slurred voice. “And I don’t plan to share you, my ladies, or my pussy with anyone else. I’m going to keep you and it all for myself.”
I’ve never tolerated my lovers making decisions for me. But after that heavenly fuck and with his cock still stretching my pussy, I decided that sometimes it was okay to just enjoy being a woman and letting the man occupy the driver’s seat—at least for awhile.
I clutched his ass and stuck my tongue in his ear. “Oh, hell that sounds like a plan I can enjoy,” I admitted. Of course I didn’t mean it. I knew I was thinking with my pussy. That would change once I was back in L.A. and had a clear head.
“Oh, I’ll make sure you do enjoy it, sweet,” he promised. He kissed my neck and slowly eased out of me.
I moaned in protest.
He curled his body against my back. He slid his big palm between my legs to cup my pussy. “One of these days, I want to be able to lie with you after a hot fuck and feel my cum seeping out of my pussy.”
I shuddered with lust at the thought and turned in his arms. “Oh...shit...you’re making me hot.” I reached for his cock.
“Then let’s go raw, sweet.”
“What?”
He pushed my hand away, removed the used condom, tossed it on the bed, and then wrestled me onto my back.
“Hey!”
He slid on top of me with his bare cock pressed against my entrance.
“Grant!”
He rubbed his cock head against my slit and then slipped the tip inside me.
“No!” I pushed against his shoulders.
“It’s too late to protest, sweet. I know you’re on the pill and I’m taking my pussy the way I want it.” He eased his hips forward until the head of his shaft was between my wet slit.
Later, I told myself I’d been a fool not to do more to stop him. What I did was inch my hips off the bed.
He took the hint and pushed his hips downward, driving my ass back on the bed and his naked cock balls deep inside me.
It had been years since I’d had a naked dick inside me and I’d forgotten how utterly blissful it felt. I lost it. I slipped my legs around his body, clutched his tight ass, and moaned with lust.
And it was on. We fucked like a pair of mindless animals discovering sex for the first time. He ruthlessly plundered my pussy and I greedily convulsed myself around his thick length, making him struggle to even withdraw a single inch out of me.
I dug my nails in his taut, clenching ass, and he bit my breasts and slapped my thighs until they stung. The room was filled with the smell and sound of two greedy lovers grinding against each other, and moaning loudly and wildly as we fucked each other.
I matched him stroke for stroke, and felt my belly clenching and my thighs shaking within minutes of his naked cock invading my pussy.
I heard myself sobbing and moaning how much I loved his thick dick with shameless abandon.
He slammed his hips down on mine, hurting me in such a good way, and encouraged me to take every inch of his cock and enjoy it because it was all mine.
That first, reckless fuck didn’t last long but it was one of the most delicious ones of my entire life. When I came, my climax was so intense, I felt as if I was losing a part of myself in him.
He came within seconds of me, groaning and shaking as he shot his cum directly into my pussy. Then he collapsed on top of me shaking and groaning.
I cradled him close and he remained on top of me until his cock slowly slipped out of me.
He eased me onto my back and stroked my pussy. “Push it out,” he encouraged. “I want to see it seeping out.”
I happily obeyed, squeezing my internal muscles until I forced his cum to seep from my pussy.
“Oh, damn, sweet. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
“Oh, come on, Grant, it can’t be the first time you’ve seen your cum seeping out of a woman’s pussy.”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen it since high school.”
I blinked. “It is?”
He stroked my pussy, rubbing his cum over my clit. “I don’t do unprotected sex
, Linea. This is the first time I’ve gone raw since high school.”
I was touched, but commonsense was pushing its way back into my head. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Oh, hell yeah.”
“Good. Because it was your first and last time going raw with me. No condom? No pussy, Grant.”
He turned me onto my stomach and slapped my ass. “We’ll see about that.”
“Yes, we will,” I said, closing my eyes.
“I told you this is my pussy now.”
“Whatever.”
Before I knew what he intended, he parted my ass cheeks, climbed on top of me, and thrust his cock into my pussy. “This is mine and I’ll take it however the hell I like and I like it raw,” he said, and began fucking me.
He was strong and on top of me. What could I do exceptt enjoy another raw fuck?
Chapter Nine
After he came in me again, we kissed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. When he woke me up later, we took a shower, and then returned to bed where I sucked his cock and balls and greedily swallowed every drop of his seed.
Later we had dinner in Atlantic City. After several slow dances, we returned to spend the night and the rest of the weekend fucking.
On Monday morning, he called Jarrod to say we’d be spending the rest of my vacation down there—alone.
I’ve always enjoyed sex, but I don’t think I ever enjoyed it as much as I did with Grant. Each time I felt his naked cock powering into my pussy, I felt as if an entire new world of delight lay before me. On our last night alone, he gave me such an exquisite fuck that shook me to my core. And when I lay gasping on the bed, sobbing with pleasure, I was too sated to protest when he parted my cheeks and gently pushed his cock up into my ass.
He was thick and anal sex with him had a rough edge to it. But he was gentle and before it was over, a nice buzz replaced the pain. I slowly relaxed my tense body, and he rolled us onto our sides.
As he tenderly fucked my ass, he rubbed my clit, nibbled at my neck and ear, and pinched my breasts until I moaned and came. Only then did he come in my burning ass.
When he eased his thick cock out of my now stretched ass and removed his condom, I tumbled into his arms, shaking with tears in my eyes. Happy, content tears. Oh, hell, but I was his woman to do with as he liked. Saying goodbye to him was going to be a bitch.
In the morning, we had a gentle, shower fuck before we headed back to Philly International Airport.
Jarrod and Jen met us there for a drink before leaving me and Grant alone to say our goodbyes. He would be catching a plan to France later that night.
As I boarded my plane, I knew it was going to be a long time before I got over him.
Still when I got back home, I called James and Pete and told them I was ending our arrangement. James tried to talk me out of it, but Pete was relieved since he’d met a woman he wanted to get serious with while I was in Philly.
Even though I didn’t expect to see Grant again, I knew I was no longer interested in casual flings. I wanted a serious relationship with a man who loved and adored me enough to put up with my whims as Jarrod did with Jen’s. Given that Grant wasn’t interested in a committed relationship, I knew I couldn’t see him again. Or I’d risk falling in love with him.
It only took a five–day separation from him for me to realize that I’d been betrayed by love. I’d been foolish enough to fall hard for a man who didn’t do commitments. As I lay alone in bed night after night hungering for him, he was probably going raw in his French woman’s eager pussy. Damn him. Damn me for falling for him, his smooth talk, and his sugar dick.
The first two–weeks of his France trip, he showered me with flowers and candy, but he never made any attempt to call me. There was never any message on the cards that accompanied the flowers. During the last two weeks of his trip, the flowers and cards stopped.
Six weeks after we’d parted at the Philadelphia International Airport, I decided he was probably too busy banging some French hussy to want to continue our relationship. Not that you could actually call seven days of almost non–stop fucking a relationship.
I avoided talking to Jen because part of me blamed her for my unhappiness. If she hadn’t maneuvered me into meeting Grant, I wouldn’t have fallen for him and wouldn’t now be struggling to pick up the pieces of a broken heart.
Two months after I’d last seen Grant, I came home from work one day and found a dozen red roses sitting outside my apartment door. I hurried inside and plucked the card from the roses. It was sealed and I struggled for a few moments before I managed to tear it open.
My eyes welled when I read the message.
After eight weeks of celibacy, I’m horny as hell. Although I encountered scores of beautiful women, none of them were able to wipe thoughts of you and the nights of passion we shared from my thoughts or mind. I’ve missed you so much I can almost taste my need for you. I ache for you. My need and desire for you has nearly consumed me. Get the ladies ready to be kissed, licked, sucked, and adored. Lube up your hot pussy, sweet, your man is back and in desperate need of your loving. Grant.
It wasn’t the declaration of love I wanted and needed, but it would do—for the moment. I was so happy I spent a good ten minutes sobbing with relief.
He arrived with another bouquet of roses half an hour later. I flew into his arms. After several hot kisses, we tore each other’s clothes off, and fell down to the living room floor.
I rolled onto my back and parted my legs.
He pushed his bare cock into my pussy.
We both moaned and shuddered.
It had been so long. Too long. No woman should have to go two long months without Grant’s naked cock.
“Take your pussy and fuck me hard, baby,” I told him. “Fuck me like my pussy is your exclusive property.”
“It is, sweet. It is. Mine. Only mine.”
“Only yours, Grant.”
After several hot, raunchy fucks, we made it as far as the bedroom. We took a nap then he made slow, sweet love to me that was so tender, I cried.
He kissed my tears away and asked me if I was still his woman.
“I don’t want to get hurt,” I whispered.
“I won’t ever willingly hurt you,” he promised. “Will you trust me, sweet?”
I buried my face against his neck. “I think I want more than you’re willing to give me.”
He kissed my hair and held me close. “Don’t be too sure of that. I had a lot of opportunities to fuck other women over the last two months, Linea. I turned all of them down because none of them were you.”
I lifted my head and stared down into his eyes. “I want a commitment, Grant.”
He sighed and nodded. “I know.”
“Are you going to give me one? Can you give me one?”
He reached up to touch my cheek. “I’ve never been celibate for more than two weeks before. I’m ready to commit to a totally exclusive relationship with you.”
“That’s not enough, Grant!”
“That might not sound like much, but that’s far more of a commitment than I’ve ever made with any other woman. And I’ve had more lovers than you’d want to know about, Linea. My life changed when we met, but I need some time to adjust to what I’m feeling. Bear with me, sweet. Give me time. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I love you.”
He sighed. “Apparently I love you too.”
“Apparently? I’m supposed to be satisfied with apparently?”
“I’ve never been in love before, sweet. I’m not sure what it feels like. But I know I used up favors that it took me years to build to meet you, and I just endured eight weeks without sex because we were separated. I wasn’t even tempted to sleep with anyone else. You were the only woman I thought about. That sounds like love. Give me time to prove it to us both, Linea.”
I should have kicked his ass out of my apartment. But I loved him and I had a feeling he loved me too. It would just take a little time for that fact to sink in
. I could wait until it did.
We had a lot to discuss—including why he’d stopped sending flowers after two weeks but at the moment, I just wanted to savor having him in my arms and my bed knowing he hadn’t loved any other woman.
I wasn’t known for being patient, but I had a feeling Grant was worth a little effort. So I didn’t push him to say he loved me. I just bided my time, and did my best to support him and show him each time we fucked that I loved him.
Seven months later, I was glad I’d been patient with him when he took me out to dinner at our favorite restaurant, ordered champagne, slipped this beautiful white diamond ring on my finger, and asked me to marry him.
After sobbing with joy, I got myself together enough to say yes.
We spent the night making love and plans. In the morning, I called Jen and thanked her for tricking me into coming to Philly to meet Grant. I took him to meet my parents and was surprised at how quickly they embraced him, and accepted him as their future son–in–law.
Grant’s mother was a little more difficult to win over, but by the time Dad walked me down the aisle, I felt sure I could win her over with a little patience.
After three months of being married to the only man I’ve ever loved, I’ve decided that being betrayed by love is the best thing that could ever have happened to me. I wouldn’t trade Grant for a million dollars and I know he feels the same way.
Life is good. I’m a woman who has everything. I know what lust at first sight feels like as well as what falling in love at first sight feels like. That’s what happened the night Grant and I met. Love at first sight. My Grant is everything I want and need in a man. He’s hard working, a passionate, unselfish lover, a considerate husband, and when we have our first baby in five months, I know he’ll be a great father.
The End
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Author Bio
Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast. In addition to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romances, she enjoys roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her hometown sports teams. Her other interests include collecting Doc Savage pulp novels from the thirties and forties and collecting Marvel comics from the seventies and eighties (particularly Thor and The Avengers).