by Desiree Holt
Now she wanted it all. Everything. Fate had dropped this man into her lap. After tonight she’d never see him again, so she was free to indulge in whatever fantasy played out. She could act with as much abandon as she wanted and never fear censure or gossip.
When he rose suddenly and left her body the absence of his touch disturbed her. Was he leaving? Now? Surely not. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just saw something here I want.” He picked up the hand mirror she’d placed on the dresser and then he was back, her legs draped wide again over his powerful thighs. He propped the mirror against his stomach so it was facing Taylor. “I want you to watch me, little girl. See what your gorgeous cunt looks like with my fingers sliding in and out,” His voiced thickened. “I’ll bet you’ve never even looked at yourself in a mirror, have you. I want you to see what you’ve been missing all these years. What it looks like to have a man’s hand stretching these tight little muscles and spreading your juices on that soft flesh. Watch yourself as I pleasure you, see your body respond to me.”
“I’ve never…”
“No, I’m sure you haven’t.” His voice was heavy with lust. “But tonight you will.”
She felt her skin grow hotter as her eyes automatically dropped to the mirror and she watched him open her pussy and slide two fingers in. Dark tendrils of need coiled low in her stomach and reached out their tentacles to every part of her body. Unfamiliar sensations bombarded her, awakening her dormant sexuality.
“Do you want to know what you feel like, little girl?” His voice was thick with desire. “Wet satin. You are so smooth inside and sopping wet. Slick. But tight. Very tight. Let’s see just how tight you are.” He slid a third finger in and began to move them to stretch her.
Taylor couldn’t take her eyes off the mirror, off his fingers sliding in and out of her, off the slickness that told her just how drenched she was. She was fascinated by the sight of those strong male fingers stroking in and out of her vagina the knuckles brushing against the curls of her sex that were damp with her moisture. His fingers stretching her with every twist of his hand. Automatically she spread her legs wider and braced herself on her elbows to get an unobstructed view in the hand mirror.
As she watched the smooth movement—in, out, in, out—the quivering in her sheath became faster and harder and echoed back into her body.
“Do you like that, little girl?” His voice had just the slightest tremor in it. “Does that excite you?”
She couldn’t speak, so caught up in the erotic sight before her eyes that speech was impossible. But when his other hand moved to her clit and began to massage it, she wanted to close her eyes and go with the feeling.
“Eyes open, little girl,” he commanded in a soft voice. “Eyes wide open. Put your feet on my thighs and bend your knees.” He nodded when she complied. “That’s right.”
Now she could see everything, her entire labia and the opening to her vagina where his fingers kept up their hypnotic motion while a thumb and forefinger massaged her clit.
“God.” The word escaped her lips.
His eyes flashed at her. “Turns you on, doesn’t it? I thought it would.”
Taylor only vaguely heard him now, even though he never stopped talking to her as he turned her clit into a throbbing nub of tissue and her sheath into a greedy tunnel. Wanting more, needing more, she moved her hands to the insides of her thighs, holding her legs apart so her view of the mirror was unobstructed.
The rhythm of his hand increased and his manipulation of her clit became more intense. She felt the sensations building within her, like a storm gathering in the sky as thunder rumbles from the distant lightning. As the sound gets closer the intensity of the storm heightens. The bolts of lightning crash to earth in perilous proximity and the thunder shakes the body and soul.
She tried to pull back from it, terrified of a place she’d never been before but needing to go there. Her body welcomed it while her mind did battle with it. A storm was sweeping through her body, the center of it almost on her with a crash of thunder and a jagged bolt of lightning and she couldn’t find a safe place to hide. A fine sheen of sweat popped out on her forehead and she labored for each breath.
“Don’t fight it.” His voice was dark and seductive. “Go with it. Just let it come.”
Without warning the orgasm broke over her, a violent lifting and tossing, waves of sensation buffeting her body, hurling her about and pounding at her with frightening intensity. Spasms shook her beyond her control. Her blood was hot. No cold. No hot.
He moved one hand to press down on her abdomen and hold her in place as her body gave itself over to the orgasm. “Watch,” he commanded. “Don’t take your eyes off it.”
Taylor wanted to throw her head back and scream with the ecstasy of it but he forced her to watch the mirror. She saw the walls of her pussy grip around his fingers, pulse against them and liquid pour from her into his hand. His eyes focused on her face, watching, gauging the strength of her spasms. At the peak of them he pushed harder inside her and his fingers scraped the sensitive spot that sent her tumbling again, a toy in the wind consuming her.
He kept his fingers inside her sheath, stroking the still quivering flesh until the last aftershock had died away. When he removed them he brought them up to his mouth and carefully licked each one. His dark eyes glittered. “Sweet cream, little girl. Very sweet.”
Moving the mirror out of the way, he shifted until he was lying beside her. He pulled her against his body, her own still shivering from her climax. His big hands stroked up and down her back, gentling her, holding her as her breathing returned to some semblance of normal.
This had to be the most insane thing he’d ever done. What in the hell was he doing here? He had no business in this hotel room with this particular woman. Shooting would be too good for him.
He wasn’t a man who let his cock lead him around. Far from it. And passion was a forbidden emotion in his life. The past had taught him what a trap that could be. He had an itch and he scratched it. When he satisfied his sexual needs he was always up front with the women he took to bed. Expect nothing, he told them. He had nothing to give.
Yet here he was, unable to pull himself away from this woman who made him feel things long dead and buried. A woman he had no business being with in the first place.
Considering her age she was surprisingly untutored but fire bloomed beneath the alabaster skin and flared in her emerald green eyes. Her lack of experience was as much of a turn-on as the woman herself. With each response he drew from her his own body reacted.
His eyes devoured her nudity, imprinting the image of her on his mind. She was like a miniature Rubens, all lush curves and voluptuous flesh. Breasts that fit nicely in the palms of his hands. Hips and thighs a man could feast on. Her skin was like the softest satin. Touching it made his blood heat and his cock throb.
She didn’t trim or wax her pubic hair and he wondered what that tempting cunt would look like totally naked. His cock bobbed at the thought as visions of it shot through his brain.
Unreasonable anger clawed at him, resentment at the woman for making him feel things when he wanted this to be nothing more than an act of physical satisfaction. Resentment that he couldn’t turn away from her, drawn by the tug and pull of an invisible thread she unknowingly exerted on him. He knew that anger had made him behave appallingly but he couldn’t seem to do anything else.
If only he’d had the strength to walk away before things had gotten this far. But he didn’t have it then nor did he have it now. Instead he sought to make her despise him in the remembered aftermath by using crude words and forcing her into things like the mirror trick. His sexual tastes and habits were far beyond anything Taylor Scott had ever experienced. Of that he was sure. The women he took to bed knew what he was about and what he expected. They weren’t neophytes who could be frightened away.
And she would be if this ever went anywhere. If he let things get out
of hand again. Taylor Scott was not into the type of sexual games he was. Nor was she the type of woman a man took to bed for a quick fuck. He knew the unlocking of her sexuality tonight was a reaction to the chaos in her life. Certainly no one knew it better than he did. She deserved someone who would seduce her and cajole her, unwrapping each layer with care and attention. He was bombarding her, assaulting her senses to drive her away.
He had his reasons. This woman could reach beneath the surface if he let her and that was not an acceptable option. He had to put emotional space between them. Get his famous control back. When tonight was over this needed to take up residence in the back of his mind, not tempt him to find her again, strip off her clothes and fuck her senseless.
Or admit the duplicity that he was hiding from her, a truth sure to provide even more fuel for her anger.
Taylor let the warmth of the big body next to hers soothe her as her pulse rate slowed and her heartbeat regained a sense of normalcy. She lifted a hand to his chest and ran her fingers through the thick pelt of fur covering the hard muscle. When she grazed his flat nipples she felt them harden and looked up at him, startled.
“You are a novice, aren’t you?” He shook his head. “Yes, men’s nipples are just as sensitive as a woman’s. Get just as aroused. And stimulate other areas of the body too.”
She felt his fully aroused cock pressing against her and without thinking moved her hand to clasp her fingers around it. The shaft was rock hard, a center of steel with soft skin cradling it. She felt the veins and ridges and her thumb swept over the wide head to capture the moisture she felt there. Should she tell him she’d never done this before, either? Except for one idiot who’d forced her to jack him off and wouldn’t release his grip on her until she did.
This was so different there was no comparison.
Pushing away from him and sitting up, she took the heated shaft in both hands and stared at it, curious. His body next to hers was rigid, waiting. She still thought his erection enormous and doubted his ability to get it all into her body but she reveled at the thought. Heavy veins ran along the sides and the head was wide, a dark purple. A tiny bead of liquid dotted the slit. She swiped a fingertip across it and licked it with her lips. It tasted salty with a hint of sweet.
Responding to some primal urge, she bent forward and ran her tongue across the head, touching the tip to the slit.
“Jesus, Taylor.” He grabbed her head and pulled her back. “I’d love to come in your mouth but not before I fuck your cunt.”
His use of words that had tiptoed around the periphery of her vocabulary made the beast within her body stir to life again. He pulled her up to lie on top of him and cradled her face in his hands.
“Long before we get to that, I’m going to fuck you with my mouth and have my fill of tasting the delicious treat you are. I’m going to slide my cock into your very tight cunt and make you come your brains out.” One hand drifted to her buttocks and his fingertips slid into the cleft, tracing the line. When he touched the tight rosette of her anus she jumped. He laughed, a guttural sound. “I’ll bet nobody’s ever touched you here. Have they. You don’t know how I’d love to fuck that virgin ass.”
Every muscle in her body clenched as a dark thrill ran through her.
Suddenly he rolled so she was on her back, looking up at him.
“You have no idea the things I want to do to you.” He paused. “Taylor.” He stressed her name. “Too bad we only have tonight.”
Yes. Too bad.
* * * * *
He had tugged her legs up over his shoulders, his wide shoulders spreading her thighs apart and his mouth was driving her crazy. His thumbs had pressed on her labia, opening her up to his attentions and his tongue was tasting her in strokes so light she wanted to scream. She tried to thrust her hips at him but he held her firmly in his grasp.
“I told you,” he looked up at her, the moisture from her cunt gleaming on his lips, “I’m not rushing anything.”
He bent his head again and resumed licking just the outer lips. His thumbs pressed away from each other and she felt as if every inch of her vagina was exposed.
“Please,” she begged, her body in a suspended state of arousal that screamed for release.
He laughed again. “Pick up that mirror.”
“What? Mirror?” Her brain was starting to short out on her again.
“The mirror. It’s right by your hand. Pick it up. I want you to watch this. I want you to see what I see when I open you up like a flower.”
She could no more have objected than she could have denied him every access to her. Picking up the mirror, she held it out and he maneuvered her hand under one thigh so she could see every inch of her pussy. She was fascinated, unable to stop looking. He had her totally exposed, her labia drawn wide, she watched the darkened pink tissues pulse lightly from is stimulation.
“See how responsive you are?” He moved one hand to pinch the tip of her clit and drag it forward.
At once she saw more fluid wetting her tissue and the throbbing of her vaginal walls. Wetting the tip of one finger in her cunt, he began to flick it back and forth across the tip of her clit. She felt the coil of need tightening inside her with every movement of his hand. Watching him do this to her only increased her arousal.
He took the mirror from her and tossed it to the side. “When you go home, wherever home is, I want you to lie in bed at night and remember this. Take this mirror, prop it between your legs and finger yourself. Pretend it’s my hand. If we ever meet again, I want you to have that image in your mind.”
He bent to his task again. His tongue licked her open tissues then slid into her sheath, moving it in and out in a steady motion. Then he pulled out, lapped at her entire length and took her clit into his teeth.
The intensity built inside her, low in her stomach, deep inside her cunt. But the moment he felt her begin to move he drew back, pausing until she wanted to scream. His eyes watched her as if waiting for some sign and then he’d begin again.
She tried to hold his head to her, threading her fingers through the black silk that was his hair but he was too strong for her too determined. When she thought surely she’d lose her mind, he slipped two fingers inside her, soaking them in her copious liquids.
“Do you want to come, little girl?” His voice was thick with lust, his eyes burning into her like twin lasers. “Do you want me to take you over that edge?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, trying to urge him with her hips.
She felt his tongue inside her again, one hand pinching and tugging on her clit. Without warning he pushed one of his fluid-covered fingers deep into her ass. She screamed and bucked and came with such intensity she thought her bones would break. As his tongue fucked her cunt his finger moved in and out of her ass, driving her higher and higher until she was sure she couldn’t stand it anymore.
He gave her no relief, holding her with her legs hiked high on his shoulders, his tongue and fingers relentless. At last, at long last, as the quivers began to subside, he reached for something on the nightstand and through slitted eyes she saw him roll a condom onto his huge erection.
God, was he going to do it now? She was so exhausted she didn’t know how she’d handle it.
But then he was there, right at the entrance to her vagina, right at the tight little hole, the head of that big cock pushing relentlessly forward. He still held her legs over his shoulders, giving him greater access. She curled her hands into fists as he pushed into her slowly, withdrawing then pushing again. In. Out. In. Out. Her body couldn’t stretch, she wanted to tell him. And she could hardly breathe she felt so full.
When she opened her eyes she saw him watching her, that same hot glitter burning in the black irises.
“I can’t,” she tried to say.
“Yes, you can. Take a deep breath, then let it out.”
She did as he said and as she slowly let the breath out he pushed hard once more and he was in her to the hilt. God! The feel o
f him was unbelievable.
“Okay?” he asked, watching her closely.
She nodded, unable to properly form words.
“You have no idea how I’d love so see my cock in your mouth, feel your tongue on it, your lips around me. But I’m too far gone, so I guess this will have to be one of my fantasies. But ramming your cunt will be the sweetest ecstasy, little girl.” He shook his head as she started to open her mouth. “Taylor. I’m going to fuck you beyond anything you thought possible.”
His pinned her with his gaze as he began the slow dance, in and out, back and forth, a slow, steady rhythm, the scrape of his cock against the walls of her cunt so erotic she thought she’d come just from that sensation alone. She locked her ankles behind his neck to balance herself and then she couldn’t think at all. His shaft stroked her in and out, the soft slap of his balls against her ass a counterpoint.
On and on he went, never varying the rhythm. In and out. Back and forth. She felt the sweat on his body under the skin of her calves and felt the strain of the muscles in his arms holding himself in place.
“Take your nipples,” he gasped. “Pinch your nipples for me.”
Obediently, wanting him to take her over the edge, she began to rub her nipples and pinch them. The sensation was so intense she began to rub more, pinch harder.
“Tell me, Taylor. Let me hear you say it.”
Say what? What did he want? His voice was barely audible to her. She couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, just feel that huge cock driving into her, pushing her higher and higher, until she could only concentrate on the need deep in her cunt.
“Tell me to fuck you,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
Yes. Anything. Just do it. “Fuck me,” she yelled.