“First of all,” he said. “You aren’t chubby. You’re curvy and wonderful. Most women would kill to have that hourglass shape you’ve got going on. When I first saw you my mouth was practically watering. And secondly, you aren’t a nerd. You’re just intelligent; probably one of the smartest women I’ve ever encountered. I could tell that just from that speech you made that day, and I asked around about you a bit too. Graduated from high school early, master’s degree in some sort of genius science field. Believe me, smart women are hot as hell.”
He said each word slowly and clearly to make sure I understood, and my cheeks flushed a volcanic red. I was glad I hadn’t had a chance to turn on the light, because even though my skin was a dark caramel shade, I could have sworn he’d still see the blush. Gazing up into his eyes, I saw only honesty and blazing lust, and I almost swooned in his arms.
“Please, Myla. I want to know that it’s not just me who feels this…thing between us. Whatever it is.”
Lyndon’s voice was husky with need, and he grazed my cheek with his hand again. Part of me wanted to cry for some reason, and another part wanted to scream with elated excitement.
My pussy was practically throbbing in my panties, and lightning bolts seemed to streak through every vein. I bit my lip, trying my hardest to push away the primitive urges that were growing in my mind and failing miserably as the wanton heat burned deep in my core. I couldn’t just give in to the wild demands that were pouring through my system; couldn’t give in to the need for sex that was sweeping through me more and more with each passing second… could I?
“Yes,” I finally whispered breathlessly with a nod. “I feel it too.”
Lyndon leaned down and kissed me with all the desperation we had both been keeping locked inside all this time, and heat pooled in my core until the dam of wanton need exploded within me. He tasted of an intoxicating combination of whiskey, spices and sheer maleness that made bolts of pleasure ripple through me as we deepened the kiss, and my fingers itched with the need to touch him.
His kiss became harsher, more demanding, and I could no longer fight the urge to run my fingers over his skin, reaching up and inside his shirt and over his hard muscular frame. Sliding his tongue into my mouth, we stayed locked together in our embrace, and I furiously kissed him back. I slid my tongue along his and then gently nipped at his lips as I pulled back slightly, and he let out a groan.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he muttered, and I murmured something incoherently back to him that clearly meant, yes, me too.
I let out a ragged moan a second later, and he moved his mouth down to the curve of my cheek and then up to my ear lobe, licking and nibbling it until I groaned at his tongue’s velvet touch. Fireworks were rapidly going off in my stomach, and I pressed myself even harder against him, inwardly cursing the fact that we were both still clothed.
I desperately craved that warm skin-on-skin contact with the man that I’d already pictured naked hundreds of times in my deepest fantasies, and my hands were almost lost in the pleasure of feeling the tensing muscles of his arms and the hard contours of his chest and abs. Below that, I could feel something hard digging into me through his pants, and I almost lost my mind.
His tongue continued to leave wet trails over my neck and ears, and goose bumps broke out all over me. His hands were all over me now, touching, caressing, and squeezing my curves over the fabric of my shirt and pants. As he squeezed my round ass and began to grind himself against me, I let out a cry of need, and he ripped my shirt off without a second thought.
I kicked my shoes off, and clothes flew off the both of us in a frenzied fever of hands. His head swooped down, claiming one of my full breasts, and his teeth grazed against my nipple, making me cry out and moan again. One of his hands massaged my other breast, and I began to wonder how much of this sweet torture I could endure.
Whimpering words of encouragement, my nails dug into his biceps, and unable to keep still, I moved them upwards and across, tracing the smooth contours of his chest again and slowly moving them down, down, down. He let out a muffled groan as I reached the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, his voice deepening to a lower timbre. The sound of that alone made my panties flood all over again.
“Please,” I begged, my own voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck me, David…now.”
“Oh, I will,” he growled. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’m going to fuck you over and over and make you come again and again. You’re mine, Myla.”
His fingers knotted in my dark curls, and then he pulled me back so he could have access to my throat. As he planted warm kisses up and down my neck, I took the opportunity to slide out of my panties, leaving myself completely naked and vulnerable before him. This was the first time that such a sexy man had ever seen me naked. I had always thought that I would be nervous in a moment like this, but I felt the complete opposite; confident in myself, with every negative thought having melted away the moment I let him kiss me.
My smooth skin was already coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and Lyndon’s hands slid all over me, relishing the dip of my waist and the curve of my hips. Finally his hands reached below my waist, and he stroked a finger against that sensitive line where my thighs met my nether regions. His delicate touches made a low moan fall from my lips as he grazed my sensitive flesh, and a twinge of nervousness coiled in my stomach that was soon replaced by a twinge of excitement as he hoisted me up in his arms and headed towards the bed.
As he threw me down on the bed a second later, I saw the same burning look of desire in his eyes that I knew was reflected in my own, and I squirmed, feeling the growing wetness between my legs. His green eyes stared straight up at me as his teeth nipped at my bare belly and thighs. He was only biting me softly, and the sensation was a strange and unfamiliar one. It slightly hurt, but each nip sent electrifying thrills through my veins at the same time, arousing me even further until I was in an almost frenzied state of bliss.
I threw my head back and enjoyed the thrilling mixture of pain and pleasure as desire continued to tightly coil in my belly, and a moment later I raised my head and looked down as Lyndon slid himself further down the bed and parted my legs before burying his handsome face between my thighs.
His warm tongue slid up and down my slick folds, adding to the wetness between my legs as he licked up and down and around in slow yet firm motions, and shivers of pleasure rippled through me as I was overcome with feverish desire. The heated pleasure made rational thought almost impossible, but god he had a tongue that worked absolute magic. It was already driving me crazy as it worked away between my legs, and seconds later he slid one finger inside my pussy, probing my hot tightness and groaning as he did so.
The vibrations from his mouth against my throbbing clit made me squirm with bliss, and Lyndon groaned again before withdrawing the finger. Then he plunged two fingers inside my silky wetness, making me gasp and whimper with wanton need, and ardent heat blazed through me as I instinctively bucked my hips upwards, thrusting myself against his swirling tongue.
As I writhed against him, a pressure began to build deep in my belly, and mere moments later it was exploding out of me, flooding me with an intense heat that I had never experienced the likes of before. Sure, I could easily make myself come with my hands when I touched myself, but never like this… something about Lyndon’s touch was so magical, and orgasmic aftershocks rippled through me as I moaned, legs trembling uncontrollably as Lyndon tried to hold me down.
The mattress was starting to squeak underneath me as I squirmed, but I barely registered the sound. All I could hear were the helpless sounds of pleasure falling from my lips and the guttural panting sound that Lyndon had started to make as he pulled himself back up the bed, settling his weight over me before urgently grinding his hips against mine. I was struck by a need to touch his rock hard cock; I could already feel it digging into my belly again with each movement he made against me.
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“I know what you want to do,” he whispered into my ear as he slid his mouth over my neck. In the moonlight that was streaming through a crack in the blinds, his green eyes looked almost yellow.
“Do it. Touch me,” he continued.
I reached down and grabbed his cock, and gasped as I felt just how big it was. I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke up and down, feeling every ridge and bump of his length as I did so, and Lyndon groaned against my ear before nipping at my neck and earlobe. Every inch of his shaft responded to my touch, throbbing against me and seemingly expanding even more with each passing second, and before long I was more than desperate to feel it inside me, stroking against the walls of my pussy as I sighed and whimpered beneath him.
Lyndon had other ideas, though. He growled a command for me to turn over, and I obliged and got onto my hands and knees. My nipples were stiff as they hung in front of me, and he reached around and grabbed my breasts from behind, squeezing and rolling them in one hand as his other hand stroked up and down my slick folds and brushed against my clit.
He pulled away for a moment as another groan rumbled from deep in his chest, and then he was plunging into me, stretching me until I thought I might scream. It hurt a little because he was so big, but almost immediately the pain gave way to a warm, sensual pleasure that filled me with ecstasy as he began to move behind me, already thrusting his cock deep and hard inside me.
He began to punctuate each movement with a low groan, and he was so hot and hard that I couldn’t resist letting out a howl of pleasure as he sank into me, again and again. Stroke after stroke and thrust after thrust, he filled me with pulsating pleasure until I felt another pressure building deep within, and soon I was on the edge of release again.
“Oh, god!” I cried. “Yes! Fuck me… fuck me harder!”
My back arched with pleasure as waves of warmth began to crash down over me, and I pumped my body back onto his cock as much as I could, my hips pulsing and grinding with each motion. Bliss built in every muscle of my body as stars seemed to explode in front of my hazy eyes, and a low animal sound escaped my mouth as his cock slid in and out of my silky tight pussy.
I could hear how wet I was as he withdrew his cock and then plunged it back inside, and the sound drove me even wilder, spurring me on as wave after wave of sensual pleasure burst through my veins, making me gasp and cry out. Even though he had already brought me to new heights of pleasure, I ached for more. I ached for release… for his thick cock to continue filling me, and for his hands to roam freely over me as we joined in our animalistic lust.
Lyndon gave into his baser instincts and picked up the pace as I bucked wildly against him, harsh and desperate sounds falling from his lips as he gripped my hips and pounded into me. His movements against me were relentlessly hard, and every inch of his cock made me quiver with delight as his thighs slapped against my ass.
I felt so full; so stretched and yet so desperate for more. Sweat trickled down my back in rivulets as my lover slammed into me, and each of his growls was met with a moan from me. I swore I could see stars in front of my eyes again as I lost my breath, another orgasm already building deep in my core.
As I came again, Lyndon withdrew from me for a second and then reached across to my head, pulling me around to face him while he kissed me, tasting me and exploring my mouth with an animal-like hunger. Then he was inside me again, thrusting deeply, and shockwave after shockwave rippled throughout my body, making me cry out with delight as my blood seemed to become molten in my veins.
After the last couple of days that I’d had, I couldn’t believe that I was in my room being fucked by the one guy I’d sworn I despised… the one guy who despite that, wanted nothing more than to take me and bring me as much pleasure as possible. I had expected that the first time might be slightly awkward like it usually is the first time you sleep with a new lover, but nothing like this. This experience was far beyond my wildest dreams of what sex should be like, and suddenly I was coming again and closing my eyes as a brilliant white light flashed before me.
As I was swept over my peak, everything seemed to fall away around me, and all I could hear and feel was Lyndon, still pumping in and out of me with wild abandon. My inner muscles contracted and tightened around his cock as my heart thumped wildly in my chest, and then I was falling again, falling into nothingness as the intense pleasure took control of all my senses.
My body shook violently as I was wracked with burning ecstasy that radiated from my pussy and then from head to toe, and our voices came together in frantic moans as his cock twitched inside me. Finally, he was coming too, and he let out a loud, deep groan as he spurted his seed inside me. I turned my head over my shoulder to watch him as he flung his head back, and my entire body felt like one mass of ecstasy as I gazed at him and felt him coat my insides with his hot fluids.
His cum trickled down over my thighs as I collapsed onto my belly and rolled over, and I savored the feeling. It felt like he had marked me as his own, and the groan of approval that came from his mouth as he wrapped his arms around me told me that he had indeed claimed me as his. And he was mine.
At last the final spasms of pleasure faded from our bodies, and I felt myself drifting into sleep, exhausted from the passionate, animal-like sex we had just had. I wanted to savor the incredible feeling of the first time with Lyndon forever, but it was getting too hard to keep my eyes open. Speaking of eyes…what was it that had been vaguely bothering me, niggling at the back of my mind?
I couldn’t think anymore, and I passed out into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Five
Rays of early morning sunlight peeked through the blinds, and my hands tunneled through Lyndon’s dark hair, bringing him close to me for a hard wake up kiss. He responded in kind, and we writhed and twisted together under the sheets. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my swollen pussy on his cock, and he groaned.
“Fuck. It’s six A.M., Myla. You’re killing me.”
I giggled, and he rolled his hips and drove his cock straight into me, sinking into my pussy like an anchor. All thoughts of anything else went out the window; the case, the S Files in general…all of it, just gone from my mind in an instant. His shaft stretched me until I held him deep inside me, my muscles working to suction him against my walls, and he grew thicker and harder with each movement against me.
I swore I could actually feel his cock pulsing within me as he thrust, and I moaned at the delicious feeling of utter fullness. I watched him clench his jaw at the effort he was making to restrain himself, fighting the urge to pound me hard before my body had a chance to get used to it. Again. Last night had been wild, and by all indicators that wasn’t about to change anytime soon.
My inner walls parted and stretched further for him, and when he was all the way in, he began to thrust long and deep inside, making me cry out over and over as he hit that little spot on my front wall.
I gazed into his eyes, pupils so dilated that I could barely see the green in them.
“Oh god…fuck me harder, David,” I groaned. “However you want, just do it!”
It was funny how I always reverted back to calling him David during these times even though usually he was just Lyndon. He kissed me deeply and drew himself in and out of me…hard….fast…harder, faster. My body gripped his cock tightly, the first flutters of an orgasm upon me.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“Yes,” I moaned in response. “All yours.”
My breath suddenly hitched, and I groaned his name as I came, muscles convulsing in ecstasy. He pulled out of me suddenly, and I lay already spend on the sheets, wondering if he was done too. Of course not. This was Lyndon. He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my ass in the air, giving me a quick slap on my cheeks.
“Hey!” I grumbled, but then I laughed.
Holding my hips up, he shoved himself into my pussy from behind, and gripping the pillow, I cried out and pushed myself back to meet his hard thrusts. H
e grunted with appreciation as my body swallowed up every inch of him. Our skin, coated in a light sheen of perspiration, allowed for a smooth glide as our bodies joined, and I could feel his balls slapping against my sensitive lips with each hard thrust into me. For a moment all that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping against skin from our hard, grinding contact, until he leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“Mine.”
With that solitary word, he knotted a hand through my hair, pulling my head to the side to reveal the curve of my neck. Everything within me heightened until all I could feel was his domineering presence all around me, and I whimpered as he kissed my neck, my body’s keen hunger for him ever growing.
He continued to fuck me hard and forcefully until my pussy shuddered and contracted with pleasurable spasms around his cock, and he held me in place as I came, practically screaming.
Burying himself as deep inside me as possible, his cock grew slightly and then burst as he came, hot gushes of cum coating my inner walls. As it filled me, the soothing heat overwhelmed me, and my legs shook as he pulled out and lay on his side.
“Holy shit,” I said a moment later, catching my breath. “What a way to wake up.”
“No shit,” he replied with a grin. “What’s the plan for today?”
After deciding on our plan of attack for the day, we showered, dressed and then grabbed a hearty breakfast at a diner. Over coffee, eggs and crispy bacon, we grinned at each other like soppy hormonal teenagers, hardly daring to believe that what had happened the night before and again this morning was real. The best part was how natural it felt; us cracking jokes and teasing each other. No awkwardness at all.
“We’re going to have to rename the S Files after last night,” I remarked before stretching my arms wide in a mock show of announcing something. “The Sex Files!”
Lyndon snorted with laughter at that. “You know, I honestly thought I’d have to pop a little blue pill to satisfy you. You wouldn’t stop!” he teased.
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