by KB Winters
One of his eyebrows rose. “You do remember that this is my bed.”
“Don’t care,” I quipped shifting my hands until I could tangle my fingers into his hair. “And I believe if a girl is getting fucked right, she won’t be able to speak anyway.”
“Challenge accepted, pretty lady.”
When his hips sank a bit faster in response, I lifted the corners of my lips into a knowing smile and repeated my action. I saw his eyelids drop before he gave me a knowing smile of his own.
“Oh, is that what you want then? You want me to hold you down and pound into your tight little hole?”
“Are you just now realizing that?” I asked in a syrupy sweet voice. I scratched my nails lightly against his scalp again just to make my point.
“Alright then,” Blake replied. He shifted out of my hold and leaned back on his knees. He reached out and gripped my ankles pulling my legs over his shoulders again. The position made me feel vulnerable in a way that excited me, and I twisted my fingers in the sheet below. If I looked down, I could see the dark pubes where it met my bare skin. With us pressed so closely together, I could feel his hot furry sack as it pressed against my ass cheeks.
“I was going to make love to you nice and slow, baby,” Blake started. He tightened his grip even more on my thighs, and I had a passing thought about bruises—but ignored it. “But now, I’m going to have to give you the hard fucking you deserve.”
I barely had time to blink before I felt his cock pulling away from me. His words held true though, as he pushed back against me with a forceful thrust that would’ve moved me up the bed if he hadn’t been holding on to me so tight.
“Oh God.”
My moan was soft, but the noises that left my throat didn’t stay that way. If I’d thought Blake was bluffing, that went out the window as he set a punishingly pleasure-filled pace. No sooner was his cock drawn out before it slid back in deeply pushing against something that had me seeing stars. It had never been easy for me to orgasm from regular intercourse, but unbelievably I felt my body tightening up with the need to climax.
“Fuck.
Blake.
You’re.
So.
Fucking.
Good.”
I moaned, I cried out—my words were indistinguishable and I wanted more. I reached up to put my palms flat against the headboard so I could push myself further into his thrusts. Sometime during our frenzied motions, my eyes had fallen shut and I clenched them now as bolts of pleasure shot up and down my spine. I felt my toes curl as the feelings inside of me rose higher and higher until with a soft cry, I fell over the edge into climax.
“There you go, baby. Show me how much you love it.” Blake’s voice was deep and almost guttural. It scraped against the edges of nerves making me jerk. I was panting, my mouth opened wide as I tried to drag in oxygen to my lungs. I felt him pause and I opened my eyes trying to focus on his looming form.
One of his hands slipped under and gripped the back of my neck while the other wrapped around my waist. He pulled me up without any help from me until my butt was perched on his thighs. The change in position made his cock sink even deeper inside of me and I arched up slightly with a gasp, still sensitive after my orgasm.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for me to deny him. My gaze locked on his as his lips took mine again. Our tongues dueled again as we left our eyes open staring deeply at one another. It was jarring and soul splitting to be held so deeply while he peered into my soul through my eyes. Still in that same position, he began to move again in a hard rocking motion. My legs were useless and all I could do was move my hips against him, but the movement still made powerful feelings rise inside of me.
All of my gasps of pleasure were swallowed by him as he plundered me from both ends. I could feel my head grow hazy as we arched against one another, and I was forced to close my eyes against the assault.
The hand on the back of my neck tightened making me cry out even as his other hand shifted around to grip my ass cheek and pull me harder on top of him. The bed began to creak and I wondered if the people around us could hear how good I was getting fucked—then thoughts of coming again and again filled my mind.
I could tell by Blake’s soft grunts that maybe he was finally losing himself in the feeling as well and I redoubled my efforts. I pushed my own tongue past his and laid my own siege of his mouth while gripping his hair tightly. I used the thick strands like reigns and began lifting myself up and down as our motions grew more hurried.
The loud crack of his hand coming down on my ass startled me into letting out a loud shout and the tingling feeling that radiated from that point flung me head over heels—another loud smack on my ass and I was thrown into a final powerful orgasm.
I bit down on Blake’s bottom lip, gasping as his hips stuttered against mine before the room spun around and I found myself on my back again, against the bed. His hips thrust hard, twice, making me shout out as the base of his cock pushed against my clitoris, and my muscles locked as my orgasm was drawn out to an almost painful pleasure. Blake groaned softly against my lips, and I smiled at the thought of him finally losing control.
We lay there for a few minutes, I felt totally wasted next to him and he finally spoke.
“Can you talk now?”
The question made me chuckle and I opened my eyes. His lips were still resting close to mine, but he was smiling as well. I leaned up to place a small kiss on his soft lips before letting my head flop back against the bed.
“Of course I can. I just had the most amazing orgasms, and I even made you lose control.”
One of his eyebrows rose. “You were trying to make me lose control?”
“Of course I was. I’m not some frail delicate flower. I like it hard too.” I brushed my lips over his, softly belying my words. It was true though. I liked my sex hard and rough with hair pulling, ass smacking and nail scratching. Maybe that’s why I tended to go for rougher guys and less for the type that frequented my social circle. I’d had sex with a few of those guys and other than being too soft, they were often lazy and subpar lovers leaving me to do most of the work.
“Shit,” I said suddenly as I remembered my date with Davis. I saw Blake look at me, his expression turning from pleased to concerned.
“You okay? You’re not regretting this are you?”
“No, not at all,” I said quickly reassuring him. He nodded and pulled back. I shivered as his softening cock slid from my cunt with a soft wet noise. I watched as he pulled off the condom before tying it and tossing it in the waste basket beside the bed. When he settled on the bed beside me, I turned to look at him. He curled his arm around me, and I settled my head on his broad chest letting out a content sigh. He was warm and his skin was soft and fragrant with his cologne and musk. It was a nice, manly scent and I closed my eyes as it wrapped around me.
“Tonight was wonderful,” I replied after a moment opening my eyes and looking at the wall. “It was one of the best dates I’ve had…well, ever to be honest.”
“You must have been dating the wrong guys then,” he joked. He brought his other hand up and caressed my cheek.
“Hmm, maybe,” I conceded. It was strange. There I was lying half dressed with a naked man that I’d met online, and I felt more content and happy than I had in a long time. “I want this again.” I tilted my head up to look at him. His eyes were bright and looking at me with no discernible expression. “I mean, if you want to.”
His expression turned amused, but he just gave me a grin. “Absolutely. Tonight was only the beginning. Tomorrow we could—”
“I have a family get together tomorrow night unfortunately,” I interrupted quickly with a wince. “I really would rather not go but…”
Blake nodded understandingly when I trailed off. “It’s okay. Your mom doesn’t seem like the type to take no for an answer.”
I sighed. “Yeah. She’s a handful. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. �
��Don’t be. I have family too, so I know how things can be. We can always get together the day after—maybe show me around in the afternoon, and we can have a few more rounds here where you can show me exactly how you like it.”
I felt guilty for lying about my date with Davis, but I knew I didn’t have a choice but to go. I leaned up out of his embrace and leaned over Blake until our lips brushed against one another again.
“We could wait, or I could show you a bit more right now,” I said hotly before I leaned fully into him and claimed his lips in a heated kiss. I was going to have to be careful about how things went with Davis, but I knew one thing for sure—I was not giving Blake up.
Chapter Eight
“So how was last night?” Gigi asked.
I walked over to my closet trying to find my silver strappy heels. I’d wisely locked my bedroom door this time while I had her and Constance on Skype. I was trying to finish getting ready for the charity function I was attending with Davis and I had no desire for my mother to barge her way in. After another round of hot sex with Blake last night, we’d both fallen into a deep sleep and I’d barely woken up in time to get home and shower.
Of course, it didn’t help that Blake’s heavenly physique had tempted me into giving him a blow-job, which he then reciprocated before I found myself belly-down on the sheets as his cock turned my brain to mush. I still had a delicious ache in my body when I bent over to finish pulling up my stockings. I hadn’t even needed to put on any blush since my cheeks flushed slightly with blood each time I sat down and felt the echoes of his cock branding itself into my cunt. I swore I’d be feeling the impression of his cock for weeks.
“That good huh?”
I jerked up and gave Gigi a look, making her and Constance crack up with laughter. With a roll of my eyes, I gave in and smiled. “You guys have no idea just how good.” I stood up from the bed and walked over to the computer. “That man had me making noises I didn’t even know were possible. I think I may have found my religion and it’s called Blake’s cock.”
“Eww,” Constance squealed with laughter. Gigi just gave me a wink and a dirty smirk.
“Would you say he had a large congregation?”
“Gigi!”
“Huge,” I replied ignoring Constance’s gagging. She’d always been the more prudish part of our group, though even she occasionally had her perverse moments. “I think I might have seen Jesus.”
“I swear the two of you need lobotomies.” Constance shook her head, though she was smiling.
“As long as it’s by someone with as big a di—”
“We get it,” Constance said quickly interrupting. Gigi laughed and I couldn’t help but chuckle as well. “Seriously though, I’m glad you had a great time with him.”
“Me too.”
I smiled at them. “Thanks guys. I really did have an amazing time even before the mind-blowing sex. Blake’s so fresh and so completely unlike any of the guys I’m used to being around from our crowd. I really like him a lot.”
“So why are you going with Davis to the charity function tonight?” Gigi asked.
I sighed as the smile melted off my face. “I don’t really have a choice, guys. For one, my mother is riding my ass and playing the guilt card in a major fucking way. Secondly, I actually do like Davis. From talking to him he seems like a genuinely nice guy.”
“But he isn’t Blake,” Constance pointed out. “And just because someone is a nice guy doesn’t mean you should go out with him—you shouldn’t play him like that. Especially if you aren’t feeling it.”
I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. They were right and I knew it, but I didn’t see a way out of it. Although Blake and I had met on the same website, I wasn’t sure if he was wealthy enough to help my father’s company or if he even was really in the market for getting married as quickly as I needed. The same thing that drew me to him was the very thing that made me unsure. He didn’t run in the same circles so he might not be on the level as Davis in that these arrangements would happen quickly.
“You guys are right—I know you are. I’ll figure something out, but not tonight. Tonight I will go on this date with Davis and make my mother happy for another week at least before I make a real decision.”
Both Gigi and Constance nodded, though I could tell they weren’t convinced. They had already made their cases so I knew they wouldn’t push, but I’d have to make a real decision soon. I said my goodbyes and promised to text them as soon as I got home that night. I doubted that sex with Davis would be happening that evening and even if he seemed amenable to it, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do anything with him with the knowledge of how good Blake looked while fucking me still at the forefront of my mind.
I unlocked the door to my bedroom relieved that my mother wasn’t standing there eavesdropping from the other side. I walked down the hallway and made my way carefully down the staircase. It was a warm evening so I only had a shawl draped across my bare shoulders. My dress was long and a dark maroon color that hugged my curves though not too tightly to seem obscene. The skirt flared out at my knees and was loose around my shoes. I knew it looked good, though I wished I was wearing it for an evening out with Blake instead of Davis. When I got to the door, I sighed when I saw my mom standing there waiting for me.
“What mother? Are you here to bid me a goodnight before you drown your feelings in more wine?”
“No, you insolent child. I am here to tell you not to do anything to embarrass this family more than you already have. We have one shot at this, especially being that his parents will be there.”
I blinked. “What?” This was news to me. “What do you mean his parents will be there?”
Beatrice sneered. “His family has donated thousands to this charity. His parents are also on the board so they are present every year. Are you deliberately this stupid or did you bump your head one too many times?” I jerked at her words wanting to reach out and slap the look off her face, but in that moment the doorbell rang. With one last narrow-eyed look at her, I reached out to open the door.
Davis stood on the other side looking even better than his profile picture suggested. His dark brown hair looked effortlessly styled and the cut of his tuxedo fit his tall frame perfectly. While he wasn’t as muscular as Blake, I could tell that he did keep himself fit and it didn’t look like he had an extra pound on him. I looked up into his kind eyes and gave him a smile.
“Hi, Davis.”
His smile was wide as he took me in. I could tell he liked what he saw, but even though I was appreciative, I didn’t feel that same spark that I had with Blake. The look in Blake’s eyes when he first saw me had made my heart beat rapidly. With Davis, it was much more muted.
“Hey, Taylor,” Davis breathed out appreciatively. “You look great.”
“Doesn’t she though?” My mother’s voice cut in. I wanted to roll my eyes at the honey-sweet tone of her voice, but I forced myself to look back at her with a smile. “She always does know how to dress for every occasion. Now, you children have a great time, and I do hope I’ll see you and your parents here at the house for cocktails soon, Davis.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Vanderfelt,” Davis replied with a smile.
“Please, do call me Beatrice.”
With a slight push from her, I moved out of the doorframe taking Davis’ outstretched arm. I kept the smile plastered on my face as I looked up at him and followed him to the waiting limousine. He opened the door for me and I gave him a grateful smile before climbing in. There was no one else inside and for that I was even more grateful. I didn’t know what I would have done if his parents had been there.
“Just to warn you ahead of time,” Davis started as he climbed into the seat beside me and shut the door. “My parents will be at this event unfortunately, but I made sure we are not sitting at the same table as them.”
I let out a soft breath of relief. Davis chuckle made me look over, a sheepish grin on my face. “That obvious?”
; “Only a little,” he answered with a smile. “Trust me, I had not planned on my parents being anywhere near for our first date, but unfortunately timing being what it is…”
“It’s alright,” I said as he trailed off. I did feel a bit better at the knowledge that he hadn’t planned this. “Parents aren’t exactly predictable.”
“That is totally the truth.” He reached over to the bar and pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle. “So I propose we have a glass of wine to calm both of our nerves before we get there.”
I gave him a genuine smile before nodding in agreement. If not for the whole pressure of marriage and feelings for Blake, I wouldn’t have minded going on a few dates with Davis. His personality was comforting like a good friend and the conversation between us never paused. It was a pleasurable car ride to the banquet until we pulled up and I saw the flashing lights of cameras.
“Woah,” I breathed out as I pulled my glass away from my lips. “I didn’t realize this would be such a large function.”
Davis took a final gulp of wine before putting down his empty glass. “It’s gotten much larger in the past few years since we got a few celebrities on the board. Don’t worry though, you look amazing. I’ve already told my assistant to let the press know you won’t be answering any questions so don’t worry.”
I gulped. “Okay.”
Davis covered my hand with his and gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Taylor. I’ll take care of everything.”
I finished the last of my wine and gave him what I’d hoped was a reassuring smile in return. When it was our car’s turn, he exited first before offering me his hand. The flash of lights was blinding, but I pasted a smile on my face and followed Davis’ lead. Like he said, no one asked me any questions about the function or why I was there. I was seriously happy about that; I could do the debutante role with the best of them…just not tonight.
It was slightly impressive watching Davis deal with the barrage of questions thrown his way, and I admired his ease and comfort as he acknowledged other guests. I was also happy to see that his parents were seated at a table away from us and other than a quick hello, I didn’t really have a chance to talk to them.