by Lucia Jordan
She was looking straight at him, standing there by the window. It was impossible to read his expression; there was no hint of triumph or even approval. Just a hungry, dark glint in his eye that was getting even darker by the second.
Hardly breathing, she lifted her hands mid-air in a shrug. “I’m not sure what to do next,” she said with a slight smile. “This has never happened to me before.”
“Not to me, either,” he said, and when he saw her expression, he added, “Trust me Megan, this is the first time I’ve had to act this way. I’ve never met a woman that would make me forget every principle or my sense of decorum. You’re the first who has made me want her so bad I could fuck her where she stood.”
He chuckled briefly at the blush which stole off her cheeks. “That first day we met…it was all I could do not to throw you over my shoulder and carry you off to Melbourne with me. I’d have fucked you all through the trip. But today…there’s hardly the time. You’ll be expected back at the office – and I need to be somewhere in an hour or so. So we’ll have to make this quick, regrettably. Now, come here.”
Megan couldn’t move. It was like she was rooted to the floor. His smile was warm. “You’ll have to come to me, Megan. Because if I make the first move, I may be tempted to rip your clothes off. I’m trying to not act the caveman – not more than I already have, anyway.”
How could he have a sense of humor at a time like this, she wondered in surprise.
But then her feet were moving. Soon she was standing right in front of him. The air in the plush hotel suite was virtually crackling with electricity.
He stood there, still as a statue. Her eyes were in line with the knot of his dark grey tie, and for a moment, her gaze was fastened to the strong line of his throat. She felt a strange pulsating in her core that she’d never felt before. It was like there was some invisible magic wand on vibrate within her folds, making her so wet she could feel the dampness spreading in between her legs.
“I want you to kiss me,” he told her thickly, eyes boring compelling down into hers.
Her own desire for him made her bold. She could do this, she told herself. She could simply reach up on her toes, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss him. So she did it.
They kissed. That first touch of lips was electric. The charged volt shook right through her and made her gasp. She dipped her tongue moistly into his mouth, and heard him growl before his own arms went about her waist and crushed her to him.
The taste of him was all heat and spice. He shot into her mouth with his tongue and she sucked on it hungrily, reveling in her sensuality as she heard him groan deep in his throat. Her lips parted wide, opening for him, submitting. She gave everything he demanded from her with his lips and rampaging tongue.
There was a ragged edge to his breathing by the time the kiss broke minutes later. She looked into his eyes and she saw a sexual intent so dark, it made her head swim.
“You’ll need to get undressed,” he told her plainly, his hands already reaching for his own tie.
Once again, Megan was too dazed to react for a couple of moments.
His eyes narrowed. “Strip off, Megan. Now.”
Come here. Kiss me. Strip. Damn. Megan thought of all his gruffly-worded commands…And realized there was to be no doubt as to who was really in charge here.
She sprung into action, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons of her formal, feminine blouse. She pulled it out of her skirt and then shrugged it off her shoulders. Her confidence grew by the moment, especially when his eyes seemed to grow more hooded with desire as she exposed more of her body.
Megan when for the side zip of her skirt, her movements slower, more seductive. Soon she was stepping out of the skirt and neatly folded it to place over her equally folded blouse. His eyes…gosh they were filled with fire as he looked at her standing there in just her underwear.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said with husky approval. “In every way. But everything has to come off.”
She knew that, of course. Dredging up as much nerve as she could muster, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her large-sized breasts bounced free, and she heard the his hiss of breath, his eyes trained on them with obvious lust. Beneath his burning gaze, her chalk-shaped nipples started to harden and throb.
Next to go were her panties, and once she was naked before him, strangely she was no more self-conscious. Suddenly she felt comfortable in her skin and in the knowledge of her desirability.
His eyes were smoldering as he ripped off the last of his clothes. Megan wasn’t surprised to find his body to be all sinewy lines and planes, his chest and abs spectacularly chiseled like a man who took great effort to be healthy and fit. Her eyes lingered on his groin, her breath catching at the sight of his thick, seven inch plus cock and huge, sexy balls. She swallowed, knowing now that there was no going back.
He seemed to smile at the famished look on her face as she regarded his naked body. And then he asked softly, “One thing I need to know, Megan…why did you decide to go along with this?”
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She paused, a small sensuous smile curving her lips as she finally looked up into his handsome face. “Well, because I go for what I want, too. And like you, I don’t like to wait.” With those words, she pulled up to him for another long, bone-melting kiss…
Chapter Five
She initiated the kiss and it was like triggering off an explosion. Right there in the middle of the room, he seized her tightly in his arms. Their mouths merged and ground against each other before parting, using only their tongues which met in a sweltering, moist tango.
His hands bunched into her hair, and soon she felt his lips break away as he began to shove her down towards his groin. Knowing what he wanted, she was on her knees in a flash and taking his cock in her mouth.
He was hard, and so hot and huge in her hands as she grasped his base. She stroked up firmly to his helmet which she was sucking on hungrily with her lips. He groaned, cupping the back of her head as slowly, she twirled her tongue around the tip of his shaft. He tugged back on her hair and her eyes lifted to hold his narrowed gaze, never shifting as she began to edge her lips down his massive girth.
Inch by inch she swallowed him, her mouth stretching wide as he grew thicker the farther she went. Once he hit the back of her throat, she pulled back, sucking hard and teasing the underside with her tongue. More deep sounds of pleasure echoed from his throat, and then he pumped his hips, suddenly beginning to fuck her face.
She moaned around his cock as he shoved it into her mouth causing her to gag at the force and depth of his thrusts. Her hands reached down to cup and play with his balls, till he withdrew and made her take them in his mouth. Saliva dribbled from her mouth even as she coated him with loads of it. She was now gripping his waist for balance as he face-fucked her faster, almost heedlessly. It was almost impossible to breathe but she loved the sensation of being choked on his man meat.
With a growl, he finally stopped and popped his dick out of her mouth. He drew her to her feet and then led her to a sturdy coffee table which was just the right height for her to be spread wide for him to go down on her waiting pussy. She leaned back on the polished wood, clutching the edges as she saw his face disappear between her thighs. His hands reached up to cup her swaying breasts as he feasted on her sex.
Of their own accord, her hips danced up and down with delight as he nuzzled into her clit, his tongue flattening over her hood. Just knowing he was busy pleasuring her dripping cunt was enough to make her drip even faster. It was like her deepest fantasy come true.
He sucked hard on her clit, making her fill the room with her moans. With his fingers, he twisted hard on her nipples, pinching into them and causing electric volts of sweet agony to shoot straight through her.
“Oh my God,” she cried, her eyes rolling back with the forceful sensations rippling around her, engulfing her. When he took one hand off her breast and brought it to her pussy, she was powerless to k
eep from shuddering. His two fingers pierced her slit and started to pound in and out of her in time with the licks from his tongue. The bliss was almost unbearable.
Too much, Megan realized, as his fingers in her pussy, his expert tongue, and his hand on her tits brought her tumbling off the mountain peak. She cried out that she was coming, and the next thing, her juices spilled forth upon his tongue. Her whole body shook as he lapped up every drop, then he stood, and plunged into her still shivering pussy.
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Megan gasped, her eyes popping open at the sudden, unexpectedly full invasion. Her sensitive walls clenched and released upon the pole of a cock that was now buried deep inside her. He’d wasted no time in letting her recover from her shuddering climax. His hands linked her legs around his waist and he lifted her off the table into his arms.
Clutching his shoulders, Megan felt him grab the globes of her ass, then begin to bounce her up and down on his rock hard staff.
She felt weightless, nothing more than a rag doll in his powerful arms as he masterfully fucked her upon his cock. He did this standing for a full minute and then he backed her into the nearest wall. And then he really went in.
Megan couldn’t seem to stop her screams of pleasure which punctuated every thrust as he pounded her against the wall. Their lips were locked as tightly as their bodies and it was almost like they were fused into one. Again and again he shoved into her, rocking his hips in angles that had him aiming for her g-spot and hitting it every time.
She tried as hard as she could to hold it back but it was there, waiting at the brink: her orgasm. For the second time in barely an hour she was going to be slammed into by another ballistic climax.
It was hard, fast and hot: he was like a piston, moving with speed, precision and almost mindless force. Her vaginal walls screeched at being so ravaged but she could not deny she loved every second. And when he ramped up his thrusts even more so that they blurred into each other, Megan finally surrendered. Crying out against his lips, she came, her fingers digging into the skin of his back as her body convulsed helplessly.
Even in her wild state, she could sense that his own release had galloped in not far behind. He buried his face in her neck, sucking on her flesh strongly as he growled deep in his throat. He pinned her harder against the wall, his body arching into hers as the last tremors shook them both. They were both bathed in sweat and Megan knew she’d need a shower and probably even a stretcher to help her get back to work…
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Megan woke up with a start, blinking her eyes at the clock at the side of her bed. Thursday, 6.30 am.
She sprung from the pillows; her body soaked in perspiration as she realized it had all been a wild, raunchy dream.
She suddenly remembered that today was the day for her meeting with Heath Mayer, and she smiled dreamily. How crazy would it be, she mused, if she met her CEO for that business lunch and he ended up propositioning her, like in her dream? She decided she’d better wear her favorite lacy underwear today, just in case…
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Lydia Westwood has the libido that can’t be calmed, and no one can satisfy her. Frustrated with the lack of pleasure she gets from her men, Lydia turns to the world of BDSM, and meets the handsome and mysterious Jack Riding, whose skills and expertise might just give Lydia the orgasm she’s craving, but at what cost?
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Jack Riding continued his assault on Lydia’s clitoris and she cried out as her pleasure mounted. As she began to twitch with the start of an orgasmic wave, he let the riding crop fall and leaned over her naked back to whisper in her ear.
“Why did you join the website?”
“Because,” she gasped. “Because no man has ever been able to make me come before he does when fucking me,” she turned her head slightly. “Can you do it?”
“I can’t promise anything,” Jack replied with a smile. “Now, head down,” he pushed her dark locks over her face and took a hold of her hips. “I like a challenge,” he added, touching just the tip of his cock to her wetness. She tried to back into him and received a slap on her backside for her trouble. “Keep still,” he snapped, and she fought to relax her limbs. Her legs, splayed apart with the restraint revealing and displaying their hidden treasures, which Jack pressed minutely against.
Lydia felt the amazingness of having a lover just touching her – resting his hot, pink glans against her entrance, but not actively seeking it. Her wetness mixed with Jack’s pre-cum and they seemed to be joined in the heat of the moment.
Then, with barely any thrusting at all, Jack pressed inside her, slowly entering her passage, whilst all the time stroking her clitoris, gently, gently. Heat radiated all over Lydia’s flesh and she felt the wounds Jack had given her glow with a strange mix of pleasure and pain, heightened by this welcome intrusion into her sex. She felt the glowing head of his cock pushing her sex open – making way for the long, thick shaft behind it. She felt, more keenly than before, the way her sex rippled and fluttered over the man’s cock, tasting and touching every time morsel of it. It was more intimate than she had ever felt before.
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