Sexual Healing

by Allison Hobbs

  Arabia’s mouth watered and her pussy clenched at the same time. Seduced into a hot, quivering mess, she was faced with the dilemma of whether she should suck or fuck the monstrously beautiful work of art.

  With his big hand clamped around the base of his cock, Cruze aimed the engorged weapon at her and smirked. The slightest movement of his lips put those damned dimples on quick display, forcing Arabia to avert her gaze.

  Oh, he was an insufferably arrogant man, and under ordinary circumstances, she would have told the pompous motherfucker to kiss the inside of her ass. Unfortunately, these weren’t ordinary circumstances. Her pussy was acting up something terrible, spitting and twitching and having some sort of conniption fit.

  The flimsy strip of crotch material that pressed against her pussy lips was doing an appallingly bad job of containing the hot juices that bubbled out of her overheated cunt. Her delicate, pretty little thong was completely saturated. Motivated purely by lust, she hitched up her skirt and tugged off her pussy-scented undergarment.

  The bastard didn’t deserve her and she was mad with herself for not being able to control her urges. Fuck it, though. After she got what she wanted, she’d never have to look at his self-satisfied expression or speak to his ignorant ass, ever again.

  Holding her lace and silk thong in her hand, her eyes shot upward when out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Cruze making a sudden movement. He released his dick, and she watched in awe as it flopped heavily up and down. He extended his hand toward her, and it took her brain a few moments to comprehend what he was doing. She was absolutely stunned and her pussy began to weep when he eased her thong from her hand and brought it up to his nose. With his eyes closed, he deeply inhaled her drawers, looking like he was in ecstasy. The imagery was so damn seductive, Arabia nearly came on herself.

  A tiny sound of yearning escaped her lips and she pressed into him, her hand automatically closing around his meaty dick, and then stroking it to a steel-like rigidity.

  “Mmm,” Cruze groaned as he began thrusting into her soft palm. Focused on the sensation of flesh against flesh, he seized her by the hips, and the flimsy fabric slipped from his grasp, floating down to the floor.

  Staring hot-eyed at her pussy, Cruze rubbed his finger against the seam of her cunt and then slid it between her slick folds. Arabia was drenched and his finger quickly became wet with her slippery fluid. As he penetrated, she began to gyrate on his finger. Cruze explored her pussy, his thick finger searching and probing until it settled on a mysterious spot that was cushiony soft and radiated heat. Her pussy muscles gripped his finger and her strokes on his dick became more intense.

  Cruze noticed the bitch wasn’t talking slick out of her mouth, now. The only sounds she was making were gasps and murmurs of pleasure. Those soft sounds were sexy as fuck, causing a streak of molten heat to flare through his painfully swollen shaft.

  He withdrew his finger from her wet, clutching cunt and then eased his dick out of her hand. Turning her around, he yanked her skirt up higher. His breath came out in harsh rasps when his eyes settled on the plump mounds of her luscious, mocha ass. Ready to fuck every coherent thought out of her head, determined to punish the pussy until the bitch was rambling incomprehensibly, Cruze fumbled in his pocket, pulled out the condom, and ripped it open.

  Legs splayed, her palms pressed against the tiled wall of the bathroom stall, Arabia was in a position of complete surrender as Cruze entered her from behind. She shuddered and gasped hoarsely as he eased in the head and then began to slowly insert inch after thick inch until his dick was submerged inside Arabia’s cunt that felt like a hot swamp of wetness.

  Her juicy pussy throbbed to the beat of her racing heart, clutching his dick possessively each time. She bucked backward forcing him to go deeper. He gritted his teeth and his face twisted with agonizing pleasure as her walls hugged his dick in a tight, velvety embrace. Struggling against her pussy clench, he braced his hands on her hips, desperately digging the pads of his fingers into her satiny smooth flesh. He slowly pulled his dick out halfway, and when Arabia groaned and writhed in protest, he quickly shoved it back inside her humid warmth.

  The sensation of her soft skin and the scent of hot pussy were driving him insane, and he pumped harder and faster, as if striving to demolish her pussy. Locked in a pounding rhythm, Cruze told himself to slow down, but he couldn’t. Arabia’s cunt was too hot. Too juicy.

  The way she was slamming her ass into his crotch, she obviously liked the hard fuck he was giving her. They were building a frantic momentum, moving together perfectly, and he became suddenly and inexplicably angry.

  “This pussy,” he rasped, steadily pumping. “It’s so fuckin’ good,” he exclaimed as he rammed her as hard as he could. “You need to stop playin’ with me, Arabia, and let me dig in this shit on a regular basis.” He hadn’t meant to speak the words out loud, and he was infuriated with himself for coming out of character and expressing any type of weakness.

  Needing to lash out and cause her some pain for having the kind of pussy that he knew was going to once again disrupt his thoughts and fuck with his mental status, he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked the shit out of it while continuously pumping dick into that juicy hole.

  Arabia cried out and began wiggling her ass around frantically. Desiring to look in her eyes and see the pain he was inflicting, Cruze pulled his dick out. With her pussy left unoccupied, Arabia let out a cry of distress.

  Cruze yanked her around, forcing her to face him. He snatched open her blouse, sending buttons flying and hitting the floor and scattering about, exposing her silk-and-lace-clad breasts. God—those sweet, mouthwatering tits. He wanted to see more. Wanted to cup them. Bite down on her nipples. He fucking wanted her—all of her.

  Arabia gasped, shocked. Ohmygod! Oh no this Barbarian motherfucker didn’t! But she was too overcome with burning need to be stuffed again with Cruze’s thickness to curse him for ruining her goddamn blouse. She wanted him back inside her—now.

  “Mmm. Fuck me,” she rasped, lifting up a leg and planting the sole of her stiletto on the toilet seat. “Stuff me with your cock.” Panting and moaning, she reached out and helped guide his throbbing erection back inside her depths.

  Arabia winced as she felt the cold tile against her back, but she was quickly warmed by Cruze’s heated thrusts. Pleasure coursed through her system, but she wanted to feel it even more intensely. Oddly, when he’d pulled her hair and manhandled her, he provoked something inside her that was wild and unrestrained. Now she needed to feel the kind of pleasure that was mixed with a little pain.

  With his knees bent and his body hunched over to meet her height, Cruze rammed the pussy, deep stroking as he clutched her shoulders. Arabia pinched her own nipples, and choked out a cry of pleasure.

  Their eyes locked, and she softly whispered, “Choke me.”

  Cruze frowned, slowing his strokes. “Huh?” he asked, thinking he was hearing things.

  “I want you to choke me,” she rasped, panting.

  Oh, shit! His dick stretched and tunneled deeper inside her. Obliging her dark desire, he clamped a large hand around her delicate neck. Feeling her pulse beating rapidly beneath his fingertips, he reacted like a possessed man, driving his dick in and out of her pussy, hard and fast.

  “Oh, yes. That’s how I like it,” she moaned. “Mmm. Give me all that hard, pretty dick.”

  Listening to the shit this freaky bitch was saying and getting caught up in the sensation of feeding her hot, gripping snatch, Cruze squeezed her throat tighter, unaware that he was cutting off her air passage. When Arabia frantically clawed at his hand, he loosened his grip. “Sorry,” he muttered hoarsely. “This fat pussy, though. Goddamn, Arabia. I’m feeling the shit outta you.”

  In that quick rush of words, Arabia heard a passionate, unguarded admission of something much more than lust. And she was relieved to know that this cocky
bastard was no different than any of the other men who fell under her spell.

  As his delicious-looking dick stroked her plush walls, she was startled by the intense pleasure that suddenly burst from the very core of her being. Flooded with waves of heat that pulsated through her system, every nerve ending in her body felt raw and exposed.

  Cruze felt the tremors that shook Arabia’s body. Fighting to last a little longer, he bared his teeth and let out a growl. Thrusting and pumping, he bit down on his lip as her powerful little pussy muscles clenched violently around his dick.

  He couldn’t take it. Her snug cunt was pure hot bliss. He was going down in flames. He couldn’t think, could only feel. Oh, God, fuck. He fucked her harder. Harder. Faster. Yeah baby, take this dick. Unable to hold back, his body jerked and he gave a strangled roar as ropes of hot cum exploded into the condom. When his thudding heart finally calmed down, Cruze pulled Arabia into his arms and hugged her fiercely. He hadn’t planned such a drastic show of affection, and was stunned by it, but he couldn’t help himself.

  As he held her, his hands, seeming to act on their own accord, stroked her hair.

  Arabia closed her eyes, and inhaled him—all of him. Encircled by Cruze’s muscular arms was as close to heaven as she had ever been before. She had her head buried in his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair, and it was such a blissful feeling—so warm and comforting—she could have easily dissolved into joyful tears.

  But refusing to be lured into a false sense of security, she broke his hold on her. Wriggling free, she stepped away from him.

  “That thong was handmade in Paris, and you owe me a new one,” she said coolly, pulling her skirt down over her hips and glancing downward at the expensive fabric that was crumpled on the floor.

  Cruze twisted his lips and blew her off with a hand gesture. “Ain’t no thing. You got it,” he replied, making sure to inject indifference into his tone. Dismissively, he turned his back to Arabia and concentrated on removing the used condom and then flushing it down the toilet.

  Nose in the air, Arabia kicked the desecrated thong out of her path as she yanked open the door, and pranced out of the stall, her warm scent wafting up around them. Cruze groaned inwardly, wanting more of her. Grabbing tissue from the dispenser, he wiped his dick, pulled his pants up and zipped himself, then headed for the door.

  Five minutes later, Cruze seemed to be engrossed in the music that poured from the speakers of his SUV, while Arabia stared aimlessly out the window.

  Two of a kind, they both struggled to keep their guard up during the drive back to her car; trying desperately to re-erect walls that had somehow come tumbling down over dinner, leaving them both feeling exposed. Yet, neither hadn’t ever felt this satiated.

  Something was frighteningly different. A flushed condom and a pair of wet panties weren’t the only things they’d left behind in that bathroom stall.

  They’d both greedily taken a piece of the other. And, in the tangle of their minds, one thing stood out. They wanted more.

  Twenty-Three

  Arabia blinked.

  Then blinked again.

  No, no, no. She had to be seeing things.

  Ghosts.

  Impersonators.

  Something.

  Because there was no way in hell Eric would be standing in the lobby of her damn building. But he was. And he spotted her the minute she stepped through the glass doors, and was now stalking toward her, a scowl on his face.

  Her heart dropped.

  She thought to run out of the building and scream for help, but then quickly dismissed that absurd idea. She’d look straitjacket crazy making a mad dash out into the busy streets, hiking up the hem of her eleven-hundred-dollar dress and sprinting in her six-inch heels. No. There was no need to run. This was the safest place. Besides, he wasn’t wielding a gun or brandishing an electric saw, so she didn’t think she’d be in too much of danger.

  Still, she slid her hand down in her purse and grabbed ahold of the canister of mace she kept tucked inside, just in case.

  “E-eric,” she stammered when he reached her. “W-what are you doing here?”

  “You won’t take my calls,” he said in a deceptively mild tone, his narrowed gaze aimed at her. “And you insist on ignoring my texts. So you’ve left me no other recourse, Arabia.”

  Since the night she’d been forced to end their affair, he’d gone from calling her from restricted numbers to calling from phone numbers she wasn’t familiar with when she’d stopped taking calls from blocked callers.

  She didn’t know if he was using prepaid cell phones, or changing his number using Google Talk. All she knew was, this shit was getting old.

  She bared her teeth. “You have no business just showing up here, Eric.”

  “We need to talk.”

  Arabia huffed impatiently. “No, Eric. We have nothing to talk about. I told you it was best we end it, and then you took to calling me out of my name.” She shook her head. “So, no, Eric. You’ve said all I needed to hear.”

  His eyes narrowed. “So you’re willing to throw away everything we have together, is that it?”

  Arabia frowned. “What is it that you think we have, Eric, huh?” she hissed. “What, a few nights of fucking every other month or so?”

  “Bullshit,” he snapped. “You can’t honestly mean that.”

  “Then you’re a bigger fool than I thought,” she said, struggling to keep her voice calm and low. The last thing she wanted was a scene. “It’s over, Eric. Period. Now, I’m asking you nicely to—”

  He pulled Arabia into his arms and fused his mouth to hers, cutting off the rest of her words in a hot, breathless kiss that both shocked and enraged her.

  Pulling back from him—whap, she slapped him with an open hand to the cheek, hard, causing everything in the lobby to go still, and wide-eyed glances to lock on to the couple.

  Fire flashed in Eric’s eyes, making Arabia instantly regret having done that. Yet, she stood her ground. “Leave, Eric,” she warned, revulsion twisting her lips. “And don’t come back. Or the next time I’ll have you arrested.”

  She turned to leave him standing there.

  His jaw twitched. He was becoming more pissed by the minute, and he was seething as he stared at her. He swore viciously under his breath. This fucking bitch! Since telling his wife that he was in love with someone else, he’d packed his things and was slowly moving them out of the marital home he shared with her. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but his words of wanting out of their marriage had hit her hard, shocking her to her core. And she’d cried and sobbed, and threatened to leave him penniless by the time she was done with him.

  At the time, it hadn’t mattered. The only thing that mattered was that he’d spend the rest of his life building a life with Arabia, the woman that made his heart skip a beat.

  And now this ungrateful bitch was standing here telling him that she wanted nothing else to do with him, after he’d given up everything. He felt like taking his bare hands and wringing her goddamn neck.

  But there’d be witnesses, and surveillance footage pinning him to her murder. He couldn’t risk that. So, he decided to let this lecherous bitch have a pass for slapping him.

  And still his heart ached in his chest.

  He hadn’t considered this—her wanting to bail on him.

  He couldn’t fathom her with someone else, some other motherfucker’s hands cupping her fat ass. He couldn’t imagine her giving her sweet pussy to some other motherfucker, coming all over his mouth the way she’d always come in his; his dick possessing her body.

  The thought alone was maddening.

  “You can’t fucking end it, Arabia,” he snapped, grabbing her by the arm, his grip cutting into her circulation. “And think I’m supposed to be okay with it.”

  She whirled in shock, staring at him like he’d los
t the rest of his mind. “I just did,” she said acidly, yanking her arm back. “So leave now, or so help me God, you’ll be dragged out of here in handcuffs, Eric. I promise you.”

  Eric’s eyes narrowed as fury washed over his features. His nose flared. His jaw clenched. His expression was murderous. Arabia’s glance skittered down to his hand that was closed tightly into a fist. OhmyfuckingGod! He was going to hit her.

  “You can’t fucking do this to me, Arabia! To us!” he yelled, spittle flying out of his mouth. Arabia felt her knees buckle now that he was speaking loudly enough for the entire lobby to hear. So she did the only thing she could to disarm him. She quickly yanked out her can of mace and began spraying wildly in his face.

  “Ahhh, shit!” he screamed, his hands flying up to his face. He coughed and gagged. “You fucking ass-licking bitch! Dick-sucking whore!” And she sprayed him again for good measure.

  He tried to lunge at her, stumbling.

  But then to her surprise—and relief—two bulky security guards materialized in a matter of seconds, charging out of nowhere to intervene, roughly snatching Eric up and tossing him like a rag doll back and forth between the two of them, before dragging him toward the door, and tossing him out on his ass.

  The doorman rushed to her side. “Asshole,” he muttered. “I knew something was off with him the moment he walked inside here.” He shook his head, bringing his attention to Arabia. “Are you okay?” he asked in a gentle tone.

  She nodded. “Yes, yes. I’m fine. Thanks.”

  But the truth was, she wasn’t fine. She was utterly embarrassed. Eric had come to her place of residence and caused a scene. She would have never thought he would turn out to be so goddamn messy. She was beside herself with disgust.

  She grabbed her aching arm. Great. He’d bruised her. Bastard.

  “Would you like for me to call the police?” he asked, walking her to the elevators.

  She groaned inwardly. Oh God no. The police were the last thing she wanted called, even though she had threatened to call them herself. Still, the last thing she needed was the police showing up at her building for a domestic violence dispute.