Just One Look (Women of Substance)

by Lee, Marilyn

  Lucky condom? Oh, girl, get a grip! Granted you’ve never been fucked by a harder or thicker cock, but that’s no reason to lose your mind. It’s just a cock; attached to a very sexy man but still just a cock.

  He eased out my pussy and pulled me into his arms.

  Feeling the condom covered with my release pressed against my body, I shivered. Damn I wanted to feel his bare girth widening my already swollen pussy lips as he tunneled back inside me and rode me like I was his exclusive, private and personal sex slave.

  He kissed my ear. “Oh, fuck, that was good.”

  Smiling, I leaned against him.

  He drew away to tip up my chin. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t rush and leave you unsatisfied?”

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  He caressed my cheek. “You’re too pretty and sexy to have to settle for a man who thinks only of his own satisfaction.”

  His words touched me—even while I realized they weren’t realistic. He’d pleased me earlier without coming himself. Since he’d already demonstrated a high regard for my sexual pleasure, I’d be okay with his sometimes coming when I hadn’t.

  “That happens sometimes in a relationship and I’m okay with that.”

  I watched a slow smile spread across his handsome face. “You are one hell of a woman. Why the hell hasn’t some lucky man branded you as his already?”

  I shrugged. “There’s no accounting for the male populations’ lack of good taste.”

  He laughed.

  I stroked a hand over his chest. “And for the rest of the weekend, I’m all yours.”

  “I have a feeling this is going to be the shortest weekend on record.”

  I’ve never considered myself one of those women who had to be constantly flattered to be happy but damned if I didn’t love the way he went out of his way to make me feel special and attractive.

  “Let’s take a shower and go to bed,” he said.

  “Together or separately?”

  He tightened his grip around me, drawing me closer. “There’s not much I intend to allow you to do alone while you’re here. That includes showering.”

  I’d always valued my independence and usually avoided men too fond of full control in a relationship. But I liked everything I knew about Anderson Prescott from the way he looked at me as if I were beautiful to the confident way he assumed once he’d fucked me I wouldn’t want any other man. And I had a sinking feeling he might be right.

  I slipped my arm around his neck. “So are you going to talk or are we going to shower together?”

  He slapped my ass. “I like a sassy woman with a big, round ass.”

  And I loved feeling his hand on and slapping my ass. “You’re still talking,” I pointed out.

  He laughed and taking my hand in his, led me to the bathroom.

  I quickly braided my hair and pinned it up before joining him in the shower.

  He bent to kiss me quickly before reaching behind me to close the door. “How do you feel about sex in the shower?” he asked.

  I glanced around. “I don’t see a condom.”

  “That’s because there isn’t one in here.”

  I stroked my hands over his shoulders. “Then you probably already know my answer.”

  He nodded. “Yes, but there was no harm in asking. Was there?”

  “No,” I admitted. Especially since having him raw inside me was a fantasy we both apparently shared. “But it’s not going to happen.”

  “Too bad.” He kissed me again and reached a hand down to finger my pussy.

  I shivered but drew away from his hand. “Anderson.”

  He backed me against the shower wall and nibbled at my ear while slipping a finger inside me. “I love the huskiness in your voice when you say my name.”

  I curled my hands into fists at my side in an effort to resist the urge to grip his cock. “And I love having your finger inside me but it’s not exactly conducive to showering,” I pointed out.

  He licked my neck. “So you want me to take my finger out?”

  “No, but do it anyway.”

  He nipped my neck before reaching above us to turn on the water.

  The moment the water began cascading over our bodies, he cupped my breasts.

  “Pass the soap and keep your big, hot hands to yourself or we’re never going to actually get showered.”

  He squeezed my nipples before he stepped away and handed me the soap.

  We took a quick shower and dried each other off. Then we went to the bedroom.

  He tossed his towel aside and slipped into bed. “Come join me,” he invited.

  “You sleep in the nude?”

  “I do when I’m sharing my bed with a beautiful woman of substance.”

  Eager for another fuck, I removed my towel and slipped into bed beside him.

  He trailed his fingers down my body to my stomach where he placed his palm. “Damn you’re pretty.”

  “And you’re handsome and smart.”

  He smiled.

  He then disappointed me by rolling onto his back.

  What was up with that? My most disinterested lovers at least tossed an arm or a leg across me after sex. Apparently his sexual consideration didn’t extend beyond the actual act. I turned on my side, filled with disappointment. One day I’d be fortunate enough to meet a lover discerning enough to know that a woman sometimes liked to be held after sex. Too bad Anderson wasn’t that man.

  Long after I heard his deep, even breathing, I lay awake. I didn’t like the emotions I felt. Anderson had given me a great fuck and showed he was interested enough to follow me and ruin my chances of spending the night with Rick. Despite his earlier selfless consideration of my pleasure, he didn’t care enough to hold me.

  So it wouldn’t do for me to forget that it was still just sex. Or I just might find myself in far too deep for a brief fling from which I expected to emerge with my heart intact.

  With that warning firmly imprinted in my mind, I finally fell asleep.

  Chapter Four

  Narena

  I woke later on my side with his body pressed against my back and his arm tossed across my waist.

  That’s what I’m talking about! I glanced out the window. It was still dark. Good. I had time to just lie there and enjoy having him hold me.

  He pushed the light cover draped over our bodies aside. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked, caressing my belly before sliding his hand down my body to slip his fingers into my pussy.

  “Tell me what you like most about me,” I invited, reaching down to push his fingers further inside me.

  “You have an incredibly tight pussy,” he whispered and started to finger fuck me.

  Although I wasn’t sure why, his answer disappointed me.

  “But you must know that’s far from your only attraction.” He licked my neck. “You have the most amazing color skin. You’re pretty and I find I particularly like that there’s so much more of you than I’m used to having in a lover.”

  I smiled. “Have I turned you on to the joys of sex with a woman of substance?”

  “Hell yeah. I love your big ass, your natural breasts, and I even like that your stomach isn’t flat.”

  As I eagerly absorbed every word, I felt his cock hardening against my ass. “Tell me more,” I said humping against his fingers.

  “Just one look is all it took.”

  “To what?”

  “To totally enchant me,” he said. “I want you—all of you.”

  “You have all of me,” I said.

  “With no restrictions or barriers.”

  “What?”

  “I want you raw.”

  I felt him fumbling between our bodies and stiffened when I felt his bare cock slipping between my ass cheeks to press against my slit. He was already thick and hard. And ready to fuck. As was I. “Condom,” I insisted.

  “Raw,” he countered.

  “We shouldn’t.”

  “Oh yes we should.”

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nbsp; “We can’t.”

  “We’re going to. Right now,” he said, gripped my hip, and jerked my body back towards his.

  I gasped in wonder as I felt his cock shoot between my slit and a few inches into my pussy. Even as my channel flooded, I elbowed him and rolled onto my belly.

  He rolled with me, trapping me between his big body and the mattress. Then, he rubbed his cock along my slit and pushed his hips against mine, sending his shaft tunneling down into me.

  I knew I should have fought to push him off me and his cock out of my body but my stomach muscles rippled and I shook with lust and pleasure at the feel of his hard, naked girth buried deep inside me.

  For a moment, we were both motionless. I think he was probably as shocked by his actions as I was. But only for a moment because within seconds he had lifted his weight onto his arms, and started to fuck me. Raw. Oh Lord what an incredible feeling.

  At first he burrowed into me with long, slow movements so good I helplessly arched into him.

  “Oh God!” I moaned, reaching back to grip his hips.

  “Feels good doesn’t it?” he demanded.

  “Yes. Oh lord yes!”

  He pushed the rest of his cock deep into my pussy.

  And I lost it. “Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!”

  He did—so hard and rough, that within seconds I found myself squirming under him—unsure when the tingles of pain intertwined with the pleasure. Sex with him hurt but I didn’t want him to stop until I’d forced him to ejaculate every drop of his seed inside me.

  I nudged my elbow into his ribs. “We can’t.”

  “It’s too late to get off this train, honey. We’re going all the way—raw!” He rolled us onto our sides, cupped a big palm over our joined genitals and lifted my top leg so that it rested over his. In that position, he thrust in deeper. His other hand slipped between my legs and found my clit.

  Sweet Lord! I shoved my hips back against his groin. I reached a hand down to press his hand over my clit.

  He rubbed and thrust harder.

  I shuddered and felt my climax rapidly building only moments after his relentless assault on my clit while he fucked me with a greedy ruthless passion that sent chills all through me.

  Shaking and sobbing, I came all over his cock.

  He continued to rut into me and treat my pussy like his own private property with my full consent and blessing.

  Loving every second, I pulled off his cock and turned to face him. Then I gripped his cock, placed it against my slit, and pushed my hips forward. As I felt him bottom out inside me, I rolled onto my back.

  He followed and started fucking me again.

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him, welcoming his thick cock back into me with joyful delight each time he slammed his hips back down on mine. The sexy aroma of sex and the sounds of our bodies coming together as we fucked wildly filled the room, increasing my enjoyment of our no holds barred romp.

  Feeling the tension in his big body, I tightened myself around his cock and cried out with satisfaction as he jetted several shots of cum deep in my pussy.

  “Oh…yes, lover. Yes. Fill me with your cum!” I encouraged, reaching down to squeeze his balls to ensure every drop of seed was inside my pussy.

  When he stopped coming, he sucked hard on each side of my neck.

  “Andy! I’m going to have hickey tomorrow.”

  “That’s the idea,” he said sounding completely unrepentant.

  I pushed at his shoulders. “You don’t get to brand me—even temporarily.”

  “Isn’t that what I just did?”

  His amusement annoyed me. “Get off me you jerk!”

  “Jerk? You don’t mean that.” He ground his hips against mine. “Do you?”

  “Please get off of me.”

  He took his sweet time but he finally eased his cock out of me.

  I shoved him off and rolled away. Feeling some of our fluids trickle from my body aroused me and lessened my annoyance. In the morning, I was so going to regret what I’d just allowed him to do but I’d worry about it then.

  When he curled against my side, I rolled onto my back, pressing my ass against his groin.

  “Don’t be angry with me, honey.” He put his arm around me and drew me closer. “You enchant me and I adore you. I couldn’t stop myself.”

  Pussy smokin’ hot, girl. I smiled. “If you keep talking like that, I just might forgive you.”

  “Damn woman, I think I’m in love.”

  Hot damn! “I think I might be falling for you too.”

  He cupped a hand over my breasts. “You’re mine.”

  “All yours,” I promised.

  He stroked his palm down my body to my pussy. “All mine?”

  “Completely.”

  I fell asleep to the sound of him whispering how sexy and pretty I was and that he was all mine too. Nice.

  * * *

  Narena

  The next morning I woke alone. With my eyes closed, I laid in bed, shaking as I remembered the night before…Anderson pushing his bare cock inside me and fucking me raw…filling me with endless jets of seed. Oh God! Please make what happened last night an aberration and not something he routinely does.

  I was reluctant to get up and face myself and the possible consequences of the previous night’s recklessness. Although I used birth control, that wouldn’t protect me from STD’s.

  What the hell were you thinking? I turned onto my side and clasped a hand on my neck, expecting my fingers to encounter a sizable hickey. The skin felt smooth and flat. I felt the other side of my neck. No hickey there either. Frowning, I opened my eyes and slipped out of bed.

  I went into the bathroom to discover that both sides of my neck were hickey free. I frowned and walked back into the bedroom to look at the sheet. The tiny stain there was not what I expected. I looked down. There was no evidence of cum on my slit.

  I shook my head and then closed my eyes as I realized what had happened. I sank onto the side of the bed. I should have felt relief at the knowledge that I’d dreamed the entire raw fuck. Disappointment filled me instead. We hadn’t fucked raw. Nor had he said he loved me. Damn. What a letdown.

  Anderson

  During my five-mile run the next morning, thoughts of Narena and our night together filled my thoughts. My reaction to our lovemaking surprised me—as did how sexy I found her body. Narena bore no resemblance to my ideal woman—a slender, blue-eyed blonde. Yet none of my former lovers had so totally enthralled me after one fuck. Hell, who was I kidding? The fascination had started the moment I laid eyes on her—before she’d let my cock anywhere near her pussy.

  Waking to find her lying within the circle of my arms had made getting up to run more difficult than it had ever been. I’d wanted to watch her sleep and then kiss her awake so I could fuck her again and again.

  Damn what a woman—beautiful dark skin, an extremely curved, padded, and luscious body, warm, sweet lips, and a tight pussy I could imagine happily fucking for years to come without ever needing another woman for variety.

  What the fuck, Prescott. Get a damned grip and stop thinking with your cock. You don’t have years. You have a few weeks…maybe a month or two at best to get her out of your system. After that, she’ll begin to imagine you want a permanent relationship with her. From there she’ll expect a proposal. And that is not going to happen.

  Eager to see her and to maximize every moment of our time together, I jogged back home. I stopped in the complex twenty-four hour shop to buy a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. I was hoping to find her still in bed and ready to give me some early morning loving but she sat on the living room balcony drinking coffee.

  I joined her, placing the candy and roses in front of her before I bent to kiss her lips. “Morning.”

  She turned that slow, sexy smile of hers on me that could light of the darkest of nights and I wanted to sweep her into my arms and fuck her until my dick wilted. “Morning.” She glanced at my shorts and tee-shirt. “Did you
enjoy your run?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “Why not? Too hot already?”

  “Yes—from thoughts of you.”

  “That seems fair.”

  “How?” I asked, trailing a hand down her neck to her breasts.

  “I dreamed of you in graphic detail so it’s only fair you should have thought of me while you ran.”

  Intrigued, I bent to kiss her neck. “Tell me about this graphic dream of yours and maybe we can make it come true.”

  She shook her head. “There’s not much chance of that happening.”

  “Why not? What did you dream about? Tell me.”

  “It’s too embarrassing.”

  I nipped her ear. “I can promise you I won’t be embarrassed.”

  “But I am,” she said, leaning away from my lips.

  “Is that your charming way of telling me I’m too ripe?” I asked, standing up.

  “No.” She looked up at me. “I’m not a woman who finds a man’s honest sweat unpleasant.”

  “Damn, you’re just about perfect in every way.”

  “You think so?”

  Unfortunately, I did. I kissed her. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes—after I shower away my honest sweat.”

  “I’ll be here,” she promised.

  When I rejoined her after a shower, there was a plate with a covered top in front of me on the table.

  I sat down and lifted the lid. Home fries, egg whites, toast, and bacon. A glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee sat next to the plate. “Aren’t you eating?” I asked, picking up a knife and fork.

  She shook her head. “I’ll never lose weight eating breakfast and the endless chocolates you keep buying.”

  “It would be a damned shame for you to lose a single ounce.”

  She smiled. “You make me feel so pretty.”

  “You are pretty. Very pretty.”

  “I’m glad you think so but not every man shares that view.”

  “Why do you care what other men think?”

  She shrugged. “Because I’m going to marry some other man. That’s who I’m interested in pleasing.”

  What the fuck! I moved my hand below the table and clenched it into a fist as I stared at her. “What the hell makes you think I want to discuss your marrying another man?”