“It feels so good inside you,” he said in a lust-thick voice. He nibbled on her bottom lip, his teeth sinking deep. She drew air laboriously through her mouth, their breaths mingling. The atmosphere was filled with erotic electricity; each moment rocked them closer, pushed them higher up on the quest for that peak of ultimate pleasure. She could barely think or reason out the words he said, but his voice sounded good in her ears, adding to her already bursting arousal.
“So tight, hot, wet,” he added hoarsely, and drove in deeper, ripping a tortured cry from her lips. It was a sweet, slightly stinging invasion, and nothing had ever felt so good. His thumb began to flicker lightly over her now hard and hungry clit, and she bucked into his hand, her lower body feeling like a mass of wanton jelly.
“I’m waiting,” Gordon reminded her, “Look at me, baby, and tell me…tell me this is exactly what you want. You and me; here and now.”
“I want this, Gordon,” she said clearly, her tongue whetting her already moist lips. It was so thrilling to be holding his piercing gaze when she said the words, adding, “I want you.”
“I need to feel like you mean it, Victoria.”
“Damn it, Gordon, I want you so bad it physically hurts,” she confessed half in agony, half in frustration. Her body was clamoring for so many things: his lips, his hands, and his cock. She wanted to spread her legs as wide as they would go, pull his body down to her, and guide him straight into her waiting canal. No preliminaries required, not this first time. She wanted it thorough, fast and hard. She’d held back for far too long and suddenly, she couldn’t stand the torment.
“Just take me, Gordon,” she pleaded, pushing herself into his hand. “Please. I need you inside me now.” As she spoke, her hands dipped boldly lower to envelope his staff.
Hot, steel-like, throbbing and alive. She held it in her hand and it felt like she had a part of him to call her own, even if just for a few delicious moments. Even if only for tonight.
A deep-throated growl rumbled like thunder from his chest as she stroked him with both hands. He was immense, dwarfing her small palms. Growing bolder, she gazed down beyond his washboard belly to that thickly veined, surging pole. Her fingers circled the tiny slit in the middle of his purpled mushroom cap, which dripped with precum. Smudging the moisture on her fingertips, she lifted them hungrily to her lips, and tasted him. It was such a deliciously wanton thing to do – but she needed to taste him. And damn, he tasted so good. He watched her suck on her fingers, and once more, he groaned, the sound echoing throughout the room.
His whole body seemed to tremor as she explored his length, masturbating him firmly with one hand while the other hand cupped his swaying sacs. There was no question of her now being able to wait. Even if it meant flipping him on his back and impaling herself on him, she’d do it. This was her point of no return: a minute’s more delay would drive her insane.
The urgency in her touch, in the way she writhed beneath him – in her loud, aching moans, registered well enough with him. In seconds, he’d retrieved a condom and slipped it on. She took that moment to settle back on her elbows, her knees parted invitingly in wait for him by the time he was ready. He viewed her glistening pussy lips with eyes that blazed darkly. Her name spilled from his lips, the sound full of passion, even yearning. She smiled beguilingly, her hand lifting to cup and squeeze on her breast.
“I’m so ready, Gordon,” she informed him, simply for effect since he could very well see she was positively dripping with need for him to take her. His lips parted as air rushed into his chest, then was expelled again in a bracing rush.
“As am I,” he returned – another needless declaration, what with his cock lengthening to incredible proportions right before her eyes. It seemed hard to fathom that he could get any bigger. Would he ever stop growing, she marveled, as the rearing entity at his groin looked like a separate part of his body. Her inner walls clenched and unclenched on the emptiness within, and she was almost in tears with want.
This could be over very quickly, she feared. Not that she feared his prowess, no. She was more afraid of her own reaction. Something told her that one single thrust of that monster cock might just finish her. She would try to hold on as long as she could, and no matter how good it felt, she vowed to savor every moment. It was a prospect of stamina that she almost couldn’t wait to explore…
Chapter Ten
Intoxicating.
That was one word he could use to describe her. She had pulled him close, opened wide to him. Now he braced himself above her, his eyes locked with hers. He wanted to be looking into her beautiful face when he claimed her. Damn it, he’d also wanted to linger over every moment, explore every delectable inch of her, and draw out the pleasure…
But now, neither of them could wait. He settled between her parted thighs and nudged his cock against her slick opening. His teeth gritted and a hissed breath escaped from his lips. It would kill him, like he’d told her, if he tried to take things slow. So he decided to give her just what he knew she wanted, and make it hard, fast, deep.
Gordon surged into her. Her whole body stiffened as he settled deep within her in that first, powerful plunge. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a loud gasp. Gordon shuddered as her velvety sheathe wrapped snug around his shaft. She was so wet and soft, sending him farther past her clenching walls than he would have ventured so soon. He didn’t want to hurt her; he could see her bite on her lip in discomfort. But her dark brown eyes also glowed with delight, ecstasy stamped all over her face.
“Victoria…hell,” he groaned, rocking his hips as he began to fuck her in long, strong strokes. She wrapped one leg around his waist, her hands lifting to slide up and down his back.
“Oh…yes, yes,” she breathed, and he could feel her muscles tighten and relax reflexively around his cock. “More, Gordon. I need more.”
Another groan ripped through him at her words; finally he shed all restraint. His thrusts went straight from the pace of an oil-well pump, into piston mode. He slammed into her hard and fast, their pubic bones smacking together. She started to moan aloud and he swallowed the sounds into his mouth, kissing her roughly. Her fingernails raked down his back, but he was oblivious to the sting.
His senses were filled with her taste, her softness, her smell. It sent the fire raging right through him and made the blood pump faster and hotter within his veins. Needing to have even more of her, he broke from her lips and bent to her breast, latching to one brown, eraser-thick nipple.
Her cries of pleasure rang in his ears, as her fingers grabbed fistfuls of his hair and tugged his head this way and that as he sucked and nipped on her nub one after the other. She made him so hungry for her, made him want to devour her whole till he was drunk on her flesh, her sexiness. She was so hot, so full of feminine responsiveness that it was a wonder he could keep from ripping her to pieces with the savageness of his need.
Barely able to hold back, he quickened his wild, heedless rhythm. She writhed and quivered beneath him, matching his pace by bringing her hips up to meet his thrusts.
There was a mighty onrush coming straight for him like an immense tide. He could feel it rising, threatening to engulf him. It was a matter of moments, he knew, before he’d be awash within the thunderous waves.
It took all of his willpower not to explode; he pushed back the orgasm which was pounding fast to bring him to the finish. He held it off long enough to watch Victoria erupt with a long, piercing shriek. She clung to him with her arms and the vice-like muscles of her pussy. He could feel every spasm that went through her body, her grinding tunnel finally milking him into his own volcanic climax.
*
This had been a “quickie” like no other. Victoria had never felt anything close to it - that was for sure. From the second he’d sunk balls deep inside her, she’d been lost in a blissful cloud. She’d felt every thrust deep within her walls and it had been almost like he was grinding into her ribcage. She hadn’t even seen her orgasm coming till it slam
med into her like a freight train from behind.
He’d filled her to the hilt with his throbbing maleness, stretching her walls deliciously and sending more of her juices streaming. It had ached and stung for her delicate walls to be so deeply ravaged, but it had also been sweet and stimulating. She’d loved every second of it.
Now that the first burst of the tempest had passed, they shared a melting kiss. He pulled out of her and then rolled to the side. His arm was around her, drawing her into the warmth of his firm body. There was that dulcet afterglow surrounding them, and for now no words were needed. Her hand fell on his chest, where his heartbeat pounded like a drum, then steadily eased into a more normal rhythm. Victoria reached up and pressed her lips to his jaw in a tender kiss.
His hold around her waist tightened, but soon she was firmly pushing away. He let her go with a quizzical look, but she merely smiled, slipping out of bed. She straightened and made for the bathroom, turning to look over her shoulder to find him viewing her naked, bouncy rump with unconcealed appreciation.
“Well, lover…ready to turn up the heat?” she purred, beguiling him with her dancing brown eyes.
“Heck yes,” he growled, not needing to be asked twice as he leaped after the giggling Victoria into the waiting bathroom.
*
They shared a steamy shower which started out as playful, with their soapy hands roaming over each other, getting acquainted with every valley and slope. They kissed lingeringly, enjoying the easy comfort they felt even though they were both naked in the shower for the first time with nothing to hide. Well, after that hot and hard first fuck, there was no cause for modesty after all.
But soon enough, the flames licked and flared between them. Their caresses grew bolder, more demanding. He cupped her breasts and they filled his large palms nicely, their weight deliciously full. Her hands strayed over his chest, pinching at his nipples and making him groan, a sound which throbbed louder as she reached down and grasped his hardened cock.
It would have been so easy for Gordon to lift her slight frame and wrap her legs around him before slamming straight up into her cunt. There against the bathroom wall, he’d rock into her tight, sweet and wet canal again and again.
But instead, he swung her into his arms, making her squeal as he carried her back into the bedroom. Placing her damp body on the sheets, he covered it quickly with his own, snaking over her and causing heat to swirl between them, drying their skin. He took both her wrists, and lifted her hands over her head, making her grip each side of the bedpost and hold on.
“Whatever you do, don’t remove those hands,” he commanded, and she shivered dramatically.
“Oooh,” she said, smiling teasingly. The smile faded into a gasp as he lowered his head and seized her breast with his lips. In went her nipple, plus as much of her flesh as he could possible grab into his mouth.
Victoria’s fingers clenched upon the knobs of the bedposts on either side of her, her body arched up as Gordon suckled almost ferociously on her breast. His teeth clamped on one nipple, digging into the surface and making her moan at the sweet pain. His hands cupped the flesh and kneaded with a knowing, strong touch. She was in heaven.
Both breasts were punished accordingly with pleasure, his tongue laving around her proud, dark nipples while his lips plucked and tugged. No matter how much she ached, no matter how she just wanted to fling her arms around him and pull him closer against her throbbing breasts, she never forgot his command, and kept her hands out of the way, gripping the bedposts.
When he let go of her breasts, she almost sobbed. She watched his head descend to her belly, which she sucked in reflexively when she felt the sensation of his lips on her skin. His tongue dipped into her navel, swirling into its shallow bowl and making her squirm. He teased and tantalized her there, as if in promise of what was to come if he went lower.
“Hmm, my favorite flavor,” he rumbled, as he sucked on the tiny crevice. “Mocha. Delicious.”
She giggled, and felt like such a twit because she wasn’t the giggling type. But suddenly, she didn’t care. Tonight, she could be anything she wanted. She could be wild, silly, and freaky. Because she knew that Gordon would be a willing co-participant, every step of the way.
And that moment, all he wanted her to do was watch, and enjoy, while he slowly drove her insane. Finally straying from her navel, he was at the cleft between her legs. He gripped her thighs and drew them far apart, at once exposing her fully to his laser-like gaze. Once again, she marveled that she felt no shyness, only a certain quiver of anticipation which made her inner thighs tremble.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he said, his voice incredibly gruff. His eyes lifted to hold hers, and she felt struck by the smoldering flames in their blue-green depths. “Everything about you is just…it drives me crazy. The way your skin gleams, the scent and feel of you…I could never tire of exploring all the treasures you have in store.”
“Well…we do have all night,” she reminded him, once more surprised at her own audacity. The constant exhilaration, arousal and recklessness she felt could easily be partly blamed upon how much alcohol she’d consumed that night at the dinner party, but she knew that most of it was just Gordon. He was so freaking irresistible, from his deliciously wavy blond hair to his thick, long and insatiable cock. Just thinking of having him deep inside her once again was enough to make her pussy twitch at the still-fresh memory of their first coupling.
He chuckled, and murmured in assent at her words, “That’s true. And I’m about to start on the main course…”
Chapter Eleven
Victoria woke up to find the naked white guy sleeping next to her in her bed. Blinking, she sat up quickly, feeling her head swim slightly at the change of altitude. Oh-kay. It was all coming back to her now.
Gordon, dinner. Then back here, to her house, then up to her bedroom. Tipsy, horny, and reckless, she’d made her play. He’d all but ripped into her, giving her no doubt about how much he’d been holding back all this time. Victoria remembered every detail of the rough, hot coupling which had taken place so many times it made her face go hot even now. She shuddered, staring down at the man lying next to her.
In the morning, even in the unforgiving, broad light of day, he was still a golden god. Smooth, rippling muscles in his back made her itch to knead her fingers into his flesh. He lay on his belly; his face turned to her and placed on his folded arms. His thick lashes cast half-moons on his chiseled cheekbones, and his lips were very slightly parted, and very kissable.
Oh.
My.
God!
It hit her like a tsunami wave. She’d fucked Gordon. Not made love, but fucked – in the hottest sense of the word.
There was no part of her body he hadn’t explored with his lips, tongue and hands. He’d tasted her deepest secrets, and had made her very core to cry out in need to be filled once again by him.
He’d been insatiable, reaching for her again and again through the night. It had felt incredible, being wanted so passionately. She gave herself freely, opening up to his demands without condition.
At first, he had tortured her, bringing her to climax after climax without letting her touch or pleasure him in return. He’d made sure she kept her hands locked round the bed posts, and no matter how much she pleaded, and squirmed, he never allowed her to let go so she could touch him.
His tongue had dipped into her pussy, jabbing deep. He’d sucked on her folds and drawn out her juices till she was positively swimming in them. It had been such a torment to be pleasured by him and yet to be so deprived. She’d longed to run her fingers through his hair, to kiss his lips, and taste the light sheen of perspiration on his tanned, golden skin. Most of all, she’d longed to have him in her mouth, to wrap her lips around his cock and bring him as much sensual delight as he’d given her all night.
But no, he was firm. That night was to be all about her. He took his time, and brought her to the brink by pleasuring her pussy with his tongue and fi
ngers, making her buck and screech with her second orgasm of the night. Next, he’d at last drawn her hands from the bedposts, reclining on his back and swinging her to straddle his hips. His cock was a rigid pole upon which she slowly descended, bent at the waist as she watched her honey-colored pussy lips engulf his thickly-veined purpled shaft.
“Fuck,” he’d groaned, gripping her waist so hard his fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her hands braced against his pecs as she began to painstakingly ride him, biting on her lip as he bumped upwards to meet her pumping hips. She felt filled, stretched, impaled by him, and it was marvelous. He lifted off his back to suckle at her breasts as they swayed before him, his hands now grasping her ass. Victoria threw her head back, her lips parting in a soundless cry. On and on she rode, feeling him in the farthest corners of her insides as his hips pounded faster up into her.
Not to be outdone, she started up a fast-moving grind which had her slamming up and down on his cock till she made him roar as he succumbed to a bed-shaking climax. Incredibly, this triggered her own release, and she stared down into his gorgeous, sweat-beaded face in amazement as she felt the massive ripples course through her body once again.
Victoria had never ever come this often in one night before; had never experienced these magnificent planes of passion with anyone. And something told her this was far from finished…
*
The last time they came together turned out to be the hottest of all. It was a few hours before dawn, when suddenly she came awake to find he’d flipped her over on her belly. Quickly, he’d drawn her hips up so that her bottom was in the air as he rested on his knees behind her.
Her face was turned into the pillow, muffling her cry of astonishment and pleasure as his hard, hot cock speared her from the back, hitting the target with the first stroke. She shuddered at the impact of his penetration, and wasn’t surprised at how deep he sunk, considering she seemed to be in constant state of moistness since the night began.
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