by Alexis Angel
I start laughing. I can’t help myself.
“Yeah, we’ve figured out phones and the Internet and shit,” I agree drily. “But Carla, you don’t want to be a housewife anymore than I want to be a CEO and wear a suit to work every day. Back in Texas, the land of cows and Internet, I have quite a few oil wells. Quite a few. I also own tens of thousands of acres of land on my ranch. I love it there, but I love it here too. When I first came, I hated all of the people on the street, everyone in my way, but there’s a certain vibe to this city that's addicting. I don’t want to leave it.”
I draw a deep breath. “I don’t want to lose you. Baby, I’m richer than God. I don’t have to work another day in my life, but I like to work. I can’t just sit around and count my stacks of cash. That gets boring after a while.”
She laughs so hard, she hiccups. I’ve never seen something that adorable in my life.
“They’re looking for a rodeo act at the Barclay Arena in Brooklyn. I know they’re the competitors for Madison, and maybe you’re not going to love being with someone who has gone to the dark side. But you’ve never seen me really in action. What you’ve seen here is Chase Lite. I can stand on the back of Moonshine while he gallops around. Did you know that?”
She shook her head, burrowing her face against my chest. I stroke my hands down her back, loving the feel of her against me. “We actually can do quite a few tricks together. Roping calves is just something I’m good at; I happen to be pretty damn good at throwing a lasso, in case you didn’t notice.” She chuckles, the vibrations moving through my arms. I smile to myself. I want a thousand more times of making her laugh.
I want it for the rest of my life.
“I’ll have to go back to Texas regularly, to keep up on my work there, but I have a couple of guys who’ve been working hard for me for a long time, and would love a chance to prove themselves with a promotion. I have a private jet, so flying there and back won’t be a problem.
“But Carla, do you want me?” Suddenly, uncertainty is plaguing me. What if she doesn’t really want me to move to New York City to be with her?
“Want you?” She pulls back from her snuggle against my chest to stare up at me. “Chase, I want you more than anything. If I have to move to Texas to be with you, I will, but please don’t ever make me learn how to cook. I’ll do anything but that.”
“Agreed,” I say, and kiss her with all the lust and love and passion inside of me. She’s pulling me down and kissing me back, and I realize that a two-week stint with only my hand to service me has been about two weeks too long.
Scooping her up easily into my arms, I head toward the employee lounge. It may not be the most romantic setting in the world, but right now, I don’t care. I just want her. I need her.
Always.
105
Carla
Happiness. Just one word, but that’s the right one to describe how I’m feeling right now. We’re together now, and nothing will ever tear us apart; deep in my heart, that certainty becomes as solid as the fact that the Earth is round and circles the Sun.
I lassoed me a cowboy, girls.
Carrying me in his arms, he takes me to the deserted employee lounge. Laying me down on one of the wide leather couches, he climbs on top of me and crushes his mouth on mine. I kiss him eagerly, pushing my tongue inside his mouth, and surrender to the untamable happiness I’m feeling right now.
I thought I had lost him. I thought I had ruined this. But then, the moment I saw him, his clean-shaved face like a perfect portrait… I just knew destiny wouldn’t—couldn’t—throw me a curveball like that. Chase and I are meant to be together, and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t happen.
“I love you,” I tell him again, and then nibble at his lower lip, smiling shyly as he takes me in his embrace.
“I know, babe, I know…” he says, smiling back at me and running his large hands down the side of my body. “I love you too,” he whispers, and my heart almost explodes with the sudden jolt of happiness that strikes him. These words on his lips seem like the perfect spell, and I become as wet as I’ve ever been before you can say twelve inches.
He kisses me hungrily again, sliding one hand under the hemline of my dress. His fingertips go straight to my inner thighs, and then he traces the contour of my drenched thong; I can almost feel the coiled tension that fills his muscles, desire making his heart beat faster.
Completely out of control, I take my hand to his crotch and, feeling him hard and ready, I curl my fingers around his cock and give it a squeeze. “I want this. Every day,” I say, tightening the pressure of my fingers.
“Every day,” he repeats back to me, one hand of his pulling down the straps of my dress. He bares my black bra and, hooking one finger on the right cup, he pulls it down to reveal one hard rosy tip. I swallow hard the anticipation I’m feeling, and he dives into me as if he needed to feel my body in order to survive. I close my eyes as he wraps his lips around my hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth while he uses his tongue to circle it.
I run my hands through his hair, disheveling it, and he uses his teeth to pull on my nipple. Gasping, I let him do it, and I start swaying my hips from side to side, trying to make him place the hand he has between my thighs on my pussy. And that’s exactly what he does; the moment I start to squirm, he makes me stop by flattening the palm of his hand against my aching pussy, pinning me down against the couch.
“I also want this… Every day,” he says, flicking my thong to the side and brushing two fingers over my folds. I chomp on my lower lip as he does it, anxious to feel him inside of me.
“My pussy is yours…” I tell him, thrusting against his hand. “You can have it whenever you want.”
“Good… Because I want it right now.” With that, he slides his middle finger inside of me, taking it straight to my G-spot. Holding his fingertip there, he uses his free hand to tug on the front of my dress and pulls it down until it’s bunched up around my waist. His hand then goes to my back and, when he finds the clasp of my bra, he pulls it free; grabbing the strap right between my breasts, he pulls on it harshly and the bra comes off with a tearing sound.
“What if… anyone comes in?” I ask him, looking around the lounge, my eyes going straight to the large double doors. With a grin, he fishes something out of his back pocket and dangles it in front of my face: a large metallic key.
“Problem solved,” he tells me, and I just smile and press my lips on his. Pressing both my hands on his chest, I place my fingers on the collar of his shirt and then just pull on it, making all the buttons pop out. They scatter around the floor with a pop-pop sound, and I continue what I’m doing, pushing his shirt down his arms.
I take one second to marvel at the perfect muscles in his chest, all of them so ripped and toned that Chase could be in a cover of a men’s magazine, and then I take my mouth to his nipple.
The moment my mouth touches his skin, he starts flicking his wrist, his finger moving in and out of me at a frantic pace. He fingers me to the point of exhaustion, my fluids dripping down my thighs and pooling on the leather under me.
“Fuck me, fuck me now,” I blurt out suddenly, needing him inside of me as much as I need the air to breathe.
“You’re in a hurry,” he chuckles, still fingering me so hard that it’s a miracle my brain can process the meaning behind his words.
“Yes, I am. I need your cock,” I continue, my hands darting to his belt and unbuckling it. My trembling fingers grab the hem of his pants and I pull, his zipper going down by itself in a flash. Turning my wrist around, I flatten my hand against his hard cock and then grab it, moving my hand up and down and stroking him over the fabric of his boxer briefs.
I do it for a few seconds, but then he slides one more finger inside of me and I just stop completely, my insides burning up as a sudden wave of ecstasy crashes against both my mind and body at the same time.
“If you need my cock that bad, I guess I gotta give it to you,” he whispers, leaning into m
e and dropping the words right against my ear. I moan as he slides his fingers out of my pussy, and then I grit my teeth and summon whatever strength there’s in me; moving fast, I push his pants and boxers down his legs, and he sits up on the couch afterward. He kicks off his shoes, and then steps out of his pants and boxers, standing up and towering over me in all his glorious nakedness.
He bends over, grabbing the bunched up dress, and pulls it down my body in a hurry. He throws it on top of his clothes, and then grabs the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and pulls on it harshly, ripping it out of me.
“Much better,” he says, his eyes going straight to the wet patch of skin between my thighs. He offers me his hand then, and when I take it he pulls me up to my feet. Then he forces me to turn around, and I place my legs back on the couch, baring my ass to him.
I gasp as he smacks me hard, no warning at all. He lays his hand heavily against my ass cheeks, and then he does it again and again, hard enough to leave a red mark on my skin. A perfect memento of everything we’re doing. He does it until the pain turns into pleasure, my brain melting and dissolving.
Then, he trades the violence of his smacks by the gentleness of one finger, brushing it up and down the length of my crack. I close my eyes hard, anxious for what’s going to happen next, and that’s when he grabs his cock and pushes it down, pressing it right against my pussy. This time I don’t even wait for him to thrust; I do it myself, throwing my body back against him and impaling myself on his cock.
One loud scream erupts from my mouth as his twelve inches stab me in a fraction of a second, pushing my inner walls back in such a way that I doubt I’ll be able to walk normally for a day or two. And that’s fine… No pain, no gain—isn’t that what men used to say?
Grabbing my hips, he starts ramming his cock into me viciously right from the start. Forget about making love, right now we’re fucking like savages. And, really, that’s important too, you know? Sometimes, fucking is more important than making love. There’s a raw intensity to it, and it’s in that intensity that you can sometimes peel off all the bullshit and find genuine emotion. And, let me tell you, there’s a lot of genuine emotion in the way he’s fucking me right now.
Supporting myself with only one hand, I take the other one to my pussy and start rubbing my clit with two fingers. I do it until my fingers are working at the same rhythm of his cock, and it’s a matter of seconds until I explode. Gritting my teeth, I hiss wildly as my pussy tightens up around Chase’s shaft. Feeling me even tighter, he thrusts even harder, and that’s when a violent orgasm simply explodes inside of me.
I fall forward, collapsing on top of the couch as his cock pops out of me suddenly. I’m kneeling on the floor, arms and head on the couch in front of me, and I'm a quivering and trembling mess. My muscles are twitching and spasming as if I’ve just been tasered, and even though my eyes are open I can’t see a thing. My brain is burning, and all of its attention is devoted to processing the barrage of pleasure filling me up.
“God, this was --”
“Amazing,” Chase says, finishing my sentence. The sound of his voice somehow gives me renewed energy, and I force my eyelids open and turn around so that I’m facing him. His cock is right in front of me, thick and hard and glistening with my juices; by the time I realize what I’m doing, I’m already grabbing him by the root and leaning into him, my open mouth ready to devour him.
I close my eyes the moment I feel the tip of his cock over my tongue. I push my mouth down, allowing his twelve inches to slide all the way inside me, and I only stop when I feel my lips against the smooth skin around the base of his huge mast. That’s when I open my eyes again, and look up at him. I smile, or, well, I would if I didn’t have a twelve-inch cock between my lips; as I imagine the view he has now: me, on my knees, and his cock filling my mouth. I figure being a man is fun because of stuff like that.
The urge to breath becomes urgent enough for me to take his cock out of my mouth; but, while I try and catch my breath, I keep on stroking him. My hand flies up and down his shaft so fast that my movements become a blur, and I can’t help but grin as I see him close his eyes, an expression of pleasure washing over his face.
For a fraction of a second I think of stroking him until he cums, forcing him to spray his semen all over me… But then a small voice inside of me whispers a not yet, and I realize that there’s so much more I want to do right now. It’d be a shame if we ended the party this soon. Because this is a party, right? A naked celebration.
I reach for his hand and, grabbing it, I tug on it, urging him to go down to my level. He arches one eyebrow, curious, but goes down to his knees all the same. When his knees touch the floor, I let go of his cock and jump up to my feet. Standing over him, I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him into me. Knowing exactly what I want, he takes his mouth straight to my pussy, grabbing my ass cheeks with both his hands.
He licks and sucks at a frenetic pace, digging his fingers into my flesh at the same time. I just stand there, eyes closed and head thrown back, savoring the pleasure he’s inflicting on me. Swear to God, Chase knows how to use his mouth like… like… Hell, there’s no comparison! He just knows how to use it, and he does it perfectly.
Taking one step back, I lean into him and place my hands on his shoulders. Pushing him back, I force him to lie down on the floor, and then I act fast: I place both my feet on the side of his head, and then lower myself.
“You’re insane,” he says, his voice loaded with hunger.
“I am,” I grin, sitting on his face and making it impossible for him to reply. Swaying my hips back and forth, I bend over and reach for his cock, stroking him fast. Wanting to please him as much as he’s pleasing me right now, I take my mouth to his cock and gobble it up once more.
We remain like that for what seems like an eternity, devouring each other as if tomorrow doesn’t exist. I suck him so hard that I’m actually surprised he still hasn’t came, but that’s for the best; it means we can still keep going. I can’t say the same for myself though; I’m on the verge of exploding again, another orgasm looming on the horizon of my mind.
A violent urge to scream takes over me, and I slide his cock out of my mouth and just rest my hands on his ankles for support. He’s jabbing at me with his tongue, taking my pussy lips inside his mouth and licking them dry; at the same time, he’s spreading my ass cheeks wide, the tip of his fingers right on the edge of my ass crack. Wanting to go further, he starts caressing my ass while he licks me, moving one finger up and down my crack. He finally stops his finger over my asshole, and my scream becomes more violent as he starts pushing it inside of me, overloading my brain with pleasure in such a way that I wouldn’t be surprised if I passed out anytime now.
Somehow, I remain conscious as I finally come, a sudden wave of pleasure washing over me and sending all the thoughts in my mind into disarray. I’m not screaming anymore; my mouth is open, but there isn’t any sound coming out of it. My vocal chords have given up on me, the muscles in my throat so spent that I don’t even know how I’m still breathing.
Somehow, I manage to go up to my feet despite my trembling legs. I turn around, all while still on top of him, and then sit back down again, except this time I do it with his cock under me.
“Still want more?” he teases me as I grab his cock.
“Always,” I whisper, and then ease myself down, my eyes rolling in their orbits as I feel my insides stretching to accommodate his massive member. When all of his inches are inside of me, he bucks his hips fast and hard, and I do nothing as he fucks me. I just savor his body on mine, my fingers digging into his chest, while I gather the necessary strength to join him.
I take a deep breath and, finally, start to rock my hips, moving them back and forth in a flowing motion while he keeps on thrusting. I do it as fast as he is thrusting, and my hands are now like claws on his pectorals. I’m clawing at his chest hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t even seem to notice it.
“F
uck, that’s good,” is all he says with a groan, grabbing my ass cheeks and urging me to go faster. And I do it, going as fast as he wants me to. The muscles in my legs feel like they’re burning, but I push through, jumping up and down until both my mind and body simply quit on me.
A powerful wave of ecstasy shakes me to my core, travelling from my nerve endings to my brain in the blink of an eye, and hitting me in full force. I scream so hard that I almost rupture my own eardrums, my blood boiling inside my veins.
What I’m feeling right now is so intense that the world around me assumes a dreamlike state, the colors more bright and vivid, and the sounds becoming clearer. But I’m not in a dream, and I know that because the pleasure I’m feeling is so raw and intense that it’d be impossible for this to be anything other than reality.
“More,” I tell him when the strength returns to my vocal chords. “More,” I repeat, not even knowing what I mean by 'more.' All I know is that I want it, and I want it right now.
Climbing off of his body, I go on all fours right on the floor, wiggling my ass at him. He sits up, looking at me with an understanding look on his face. “More it is,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and then knees right behind him, his hands hooked on my hips.
I swallow hard as he runs one finger between my ass cheeks, and then he starts pressing it on my hole. He slides it in, moving it back and forth for a while, and then pushes one more finger inside my ass, preparing me for what I really want in there.
“So good,” I moan as he fingers my ass, but then he just pulls his fingers out.
“No… but I’ll show you what’s really good,” he says, grabbing his cock and pressing its tip against my hole. A shiver goes through me as he does it, and my skin prickles in a fraction of a second. Then, he feeds one inch into my ass, and I can’t help but to scream. By the time his twelve inches are all inside of my ass, my scream has died down into a barely audible whisper of pleasure.