“Oh, fuck,” he growls as his head falls back. “Good lord,” he roars again as I begin stroking him.
“There’s no need to pray. I’ll take good care of you.”
And that I do.
He pushes me back until I hit the edge of his bed. I don’t even remember how he got me in here. I’m so lost in his touches and kisses that I lose myself in him for a moment.
I lay back and watch as he pulls his jeans and briefs down completely. He looks fucking hot for his age. Most men in their forties usually have wrinkles or age lines over them, but he’s solid.
He bends down in between my legs and roams his fingers over my bare legs. Shimmying my skirt down to my ankles, he kisses around the thin fabric of my thong. Not sure why I even bothered to put it back on before we left the bar.
The sensation hypes me up. I moan, clenching my fingers in his sheets for leverage. God, I want his lips on me now. Everywhere.
“Stop with the foreplay and just fuck me already,” I demand. My head falls back and I arch my body as his mouth hovers over me, sucking and licking my pussy clean. He moans in between kisses as he drives his mouth deep into me.
“You taste so fucking incredible,” he growls, vaguely making his words audible. His mouth barely leaves me as he pants and moans in between.
I’m practically heaving at the sensation, unable to control the orgasm that is fast approaching.
“Holy shit…” I scream out. I never asked his name, and I’m sure it’ll be a complete ego killer if I yell out someone else’s name.
“Malcolm,” he speaks up.
“Don’t give a shit. Just keep doing that.”
I hear him chuckle. It’s cute that he thinks I’m joking.
After an intense orgasm, I’m ready for him to fill me. I want it now, and I’m sick of waiting.
“Now. Fuck me right now.”
He grins as he grabs a condom and rolls it on. I slowly get off the bed and face him.
“You are so beautiful.” He wraps a piece of hair behind my ear.
“I’m sorry. If you think I’m after sweet love making and romance, you are so very wrong.” I turn around and bend over the bed. “Now, Malcolm. Fuck me now!”
He grasps my hips and thrusts forward. I haven’t taken my heels off yet, so we line up just right. He pushes his cock deep into me. He’s hard and thick, filling me perfectly.
He presses our bodies close together as he pounds inside me, thrusting harder and harder with each moan that escapes me. It’s so fucking good, I can barely contain the screams that slip out.
“Yes, yes, oh god, yes!” Just as I’m about to come all around him, he slaps my ass. It completely shocks me, making me lose all concentration. He fills me soon after, pumping and milking his own orgasm inside me.
What the fuck?
He pulls out and I surrender to the bed, collapsing headfirst. I don’t care that I’m spread out naked in front of him. In fact, I’m going to make him make it up to me.
“I’m not leaving until you give me back what you stole,” I inform him as I hear him snap off the condom.
“You had every opportunity, sweetheart.”
And now I’m fucking pissed.
“You spanked me! I was just about to come and then you caught me off guard.”
“I figured you were used to some good ass slapping.” I can tell he’s amusing himself with this whole situation.
I continue protesting and refuse to get off the bed until he gets me off.
I feel the bed dip in between my legs. He lays on his back and carefully grips my legs to allow his head to move underneath me. He devours my pussy as I continue sitting on his face. It’s fucking amazing and weird all at the same time.
But hey, I never said I was a girl who didn’t try things at least once. Or twice, for that matter.
And well, let’s just say, it’s a very pleasurable experience. I grind my hips into his mouth until I come undone, screaming and moaning out in pure pleasure.
I leave shortly after, not even giving him my name. But I’m leaving satisfied and proud.
2
It isn’t unusual for me to get fucked two to three times in a day. Hell, that’s my average. But before you judge, you must know, I didn’t plan for my life to be like this. I wasn’t always a sex-seeking addict.
Yes, it can be thought of as a sickness, or a disease even. Sex addict. But who’s complaining? No one. Exactly. Guys know beforehand, or they should, that it’ll never turn into anything serious. If I haven’t asked their name or their relationship status, it’s because I don’t care.
I enjoy the company of men. It’s no secret. I don’t ever plan on settling down, so why not take advantage of my youthful years and have some fun.
This is my lifestyle, and I have no plans to change it anytime soon. Since falling in love with Damon Radcliff my freshman year of high school and getting my heart torn to shit, I haven’t allowed myself to feel anything. Perhaps it was because of a mixture of never feeling loved or wanted by my parents that I clung to Damon as much as I did, making the break-up so much harder on myself than it should have been. Either way, I was devastated and vowed I’d never let myself lose control of my emotions ever again. And I never will.
“So, Riss, was he any good last night?” Velaney barges in my room and plops her ass on my bed.
“Well, good morning to you, too,” I mumble in my sleep. I roll over and see the stupid grin on her face. “What the hell are you smiling for so early?”
“Someone got a big bouquet of flowers delivered this morning.”
“Oh yeah? Jake finally romancing you so you’ll let him in your pants?”
“Uh, hum. Excuse you, but no. Jake is not getting into my pants, thank you very much. He respects me.”
“He respects you?” I laugh out, almost choking. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. She’s making the poor bastard wait—for God knows how long—to get into her pants. It’s been two years already, and I find it hard to believe he’s going to wait much longer. Jake is a great guy and all, but I don’t see it lasting. And I’ll be here when they crash and burn.
“So, who are the flowers from?” I ask, getting out of bed and throwing my t-shirt back on. I prefer to sleep in my bra and panties, much more comfortable that way.
“Some guy named Troy.”
“Who?” I ask, seriously confused.
“I was hoping you’d know,” she said with amusement.
“Not that I recall. But hey, who knows. I rarely get their names.”
She makes a face at me, but doesn’t say anything. She knows better.
She leaves while I continue getting dressed and returns with a vase full of at least a dozen roses. She rips the card out and hands it to me.
To my Carissa,
I haven’t stopped thinking of you.
There’s a rose for every day I’ve been without you.
Love,
Troy
“Da fuck?”
Velaney begins laughing as her cheeks heat. She only blushes when she’s embarrassed about something.
“Is this guy for real?” I stare at the card, trying to remember a Troy.
“Who is he?” she asks. I rack my brain for any memory of what happened twelve days ago, or rather who happened twelve days ago.
I make a face as I think hard about this.
Twelve days ago…
“Vel! I’m running to the store. Need anything?” I asked, grabbing my purse.
“Can you grab some apples?”
“Apples? Um, sure. Any specific kind?”
“Gala, please.”
What the hell is a Gala?
“Okay, no problem!” I replied. I wasn’t much of an apple eater, so I hoped I wouldn’t fuck it up.
As I filled the cart with food for the next couple weeks, I finally made my way to the produce section. This place had tons of apples. Green, yellow, red…holy crap. I began
reading the labels and finally found the ones Laney requested.
I grabbed a plastic fruit bag and began putting apples in it. I wasn’t sure how many she wanted, so I filled the bag to the top.
“Apple lover?” A man’s voice sounded next to me.
“Not really. My roommate wanted some,” I answered before looking at him. I was not about to get hit on in the middle of the grocery store.
“Oh, guy roommate or girl?”
“Girl,” I answered honestly, still not looking at him. I twirled the bag and went to knot it as the whole thing bottomed out on me and all the apples fell out beneath me. “Fuck me,” I mumbled.
“Here, let me help.” He bent down next to me.
“I don’t need help. I can pick up a few apples.”
“I’m sure you can. I was just trying to help.” His voice sounded sincere, and for the first time I looked up at him. He was sweet looking, like the sensitive kind of guy who would surprise you with flowers and candy.
“Sorry, I was a bitch. I just meant, I don’t normally let guys do things for me.”
“I’m starting to get that,” he mused, smirking at me. Hmmm…he really wasn’t bad looking. He was charming, actually. Something I never really looked for in my previous conquests. “Just FYI, you don’t want to put more than five or six apples in a bag. Otherwise, they do,” he motioned his hand down, “this.” His smile reached all the way to his eyes and it almost made me sad.
Why would a guy like this want to be nice to a girl like me? Did I give the impression I was looking for that? Because I most certainly was not.
“Yeah, I kind of got that now.”
He grabbed a couple new fruit bags and handed them to me. Our hands touched briefly as I grabbed them from him.
“I’m Troy,” he introduced himself.
And for the first time, I reciprocated. “Carissa.” I shook his hand and looked deep into his eyes.
Oh, honey, I’m going to have my way with you and break your little heart. The poor bastard had no idea what was coming.
And he didn’t.
We hooked up behind the grocery store in his car. After doing my best to get his dick nice and hard, I straddled his muscular thighs and rode him until we were both screaming in pleasure.
He clung onto my breasts, licking and sucking like his life depended on it as I bounced my sweet cunt up and down on his dick. It was a fun time, but nothing I was dying to get more of.
I gave him one last kiss before I hopped off him. I adjusted my clothes and pushed my boobs back into my shirt.
“Can I see you again?” he asked eagerly as I clenched the door handle to exit.
“Sorry, but I don’t do relationships.” I watched as the smile faded from his face.
“Well, can I at least get your number?”
“It’s in the book,” is all I said as I opened the door and stepped out. I didn’t wait to get his reply, because mainly, I didn’t want to hear his pathetic plea to have me again.
Well, apparently he did find me in the book. Damn.
“Oh shit. I remember now,” I tell Laney as she stares me down.
“What did you do?” She crosses her arms and stares me down.
“Hey, before you get all motherly on me, I told him right off the bat I don’t do relationships. I didn’t even give him my number or my last name. Clearly, the guy is a creeper.”
She laughs and throws her head back. “How is it you always attract the crazy ones?”
“Fuck if I know. I was getting your damn apples, so in reality, this is your fault.”
“What? You did this while grocery shopping? You must have some radar on you that attracts men.”
“Hey, when you have it, you have it.” I wink at her and laugh. She flashes me a not impressed look.
I let Laney display the flowers on the table, but other than that, I don’t care what happens to them. I’m not a flowers and romance kind of girl. I don’t need romance to get what I want from a man. I take what I want, when I want it.
I decide to hit the gym for a while, needing to release some tension. Velaney likes to run outside, but I’d rather stare at some hot man candy while I work out.
I see an old flame while on the Stairmaster. He’s lifting weights and eyeing me curiously. He could be worth a second time around. Hell, his muscular arms alone could convince me for several more times.
I pretend to be too into my music to give him any attention. I push my ass out as I make the resistance on the machine harder to push down. I eye him intriguingly as I watch him drool over me, barely able to lift the weights any longer.
I put my water bottle to my lips and seductively drink it, letting some water drip out and run down my body. I hear a loud bang and turn to see his weights crashing to the floor.
I grin as I watch his reaction. It’s pathetic, really. But he makes it too damn easy.
I turn the machine off and jump to the ground. My legs feel like jelly, but that doesn’t stop the naughty thoughts that are going through my head right now.
I walk to the sanitizing station where I grab sanitizer and a towel. When I walk back to the machine, he’s there leaning against it.
“You’re violating my machine,” I say as I spray my towel. I rub it over the handles and wipe them down.
“I want to do more than just violate.” His cocky grin makes me laugh.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Come with me, and I’ll show you.”
I bite my lower lip to keep the smile from forming on my face. He is just too damn easy.
“Lead the way,” I say.
I follow him down to the sauna. It’s completely empty, so I strip down to my bra and panties. I grab a couple towels and follow him in.
I watch as he locks the door and pours more water on top of the stones. The steam fills the room, giving us the perfect setting.
He cups my face with his large hands and steals a kiss. He doesn’t just kiss, he demands. I don’t mind a man who can take control of what he wants, but I also want control, so I lower my hands to his waist and pull his growing cock free. He lets out a rough moan in my mouth as I stroke him hard with both my hands.
He’s thick and long, making me extremely wet and ready to have him. He is all male—masculine and toned. Just by looking at him you can tell he’s a dominant, but I plan to take that from him.
He lowers his lips and surrounds my nipple with his mouth. He slowly suckles it before he runs his teeth over my chest, sending shivers throughout my entire body. This man has a wonderful mouth.
I’m already hot and sweaty from my workout, but add in the steam and sexual desire, and I am fucking hot and bothered. I want him inside me, and I want it now.
I push him back until he falls back on the bench. I kneel down and pull his shorts down the rest of the way. Covering his erection with my mouth, I pull him in between my lips.
“Oh, fuck, yeah baby, right there,” he moans out, fisting his hands into my hair. I continue stroking him with my mouth, deep throating his entire length. I taste him with my tongue, licking and devouring every perfect hard inch.
His hands aggressively pull my hair and force my mouth on him harder and harder. I’m not going to let him come just yet.
“Oh, god, sweetheart, you have amazing talent,” he growls out. I continue until I feel him build up and then let him go just before he’s ready to blow. “Baby, don’t stop,” he begs.
“The only way I’m allowing you to come is inside me, honey,” I order. I straddle him and forcefully push him inside me.
“Oh, fuck, I’m not going to last much longer.” His head falls back as I begin riding him.
“You can come when I tell you,” I demand. “And not a second sooner.”
“Damn, you’re a bitch.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
I make him wait until I get off twice—a girl has needs. And since we don’t have a condom, I bring him in my mouth again and allow him to release.
> I lick him clean as I watch him come down from his climax. It’s fucking hot to taste the pleasure that I give him.
I’m panting as I straddle him once more to give him one last kiss. I’m dripping with sweat as the steam continues to fill the room.
“Thanks for the ride,” I say as I grab my clothes and head back to the locker room.
Well, that’s one way to get my exercise in for the day.
3
Some might wonder what the hell is wrong with me. Hell, even I wonder that sometimes. It’s a lifestyle choice. A way to have the freedom and control I never felt I had growing up. Not to mention, it’s exactly what men do, except this time, I’m doing it to them. If men can do it, why can’t I? I like fun. I like sex. So sue me.
Laney and I spend our Sunday nights having lazy movie nights. It’s kind of our tradition. As opposite as we are in real life, we’re just as opposite in our movie tastes. We switch on and off about who gets to pick the movie, but tonight, it’s my turn.
“Ugh, again? Seriously?” she complains as I put the first DVD in.
“You betcha. Ryan Phillippe is my soul mate.”
“I’m sure that’s what Reese thought, too,” she snorts. I roll my eyes at her. We begin our Cruel Intentions marathon with a bowl of popcorn and a twelve pack of soda. “You know, you and Ryan’s character are like two peas in a pod.”
“I think that’s why I love this movie so much.” I grin, popping a piece of popcorn in my mouth.
“You know he dies in the end, right?” She chuckles. I scowl at her. She knows I cry over it every time, too.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
We snuggle into the couch and watch Ryan man-whore all his conquests. It doesn’t make me feel guilty or sorry for those girls. They know what they’re getting into, or rather, they should know. The moment you let your guard down in hopes you are the ‘exception,’ you’re a fucking fool. No guy is going to change his ways if he doesn’t want to. Guys use suave tricks from their playbooks and sweet talk you into thinking that “you’re different” or that “they’ll change.” That’s the biggest bunch of bullshit I’ve ever heard.
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