Fantasies Unleashed

by Skylar Sinclair

  “As good as my intentions are, this truck isn’t big enough for what I had in mind.”

  “Maybe not for what you had in mind, but it’s more than adequate for this.” Bella ducked under his arm.

  Starting at his tightly bound balls, her fingers spider-walked up the length of his erection until she reached the tab of his zipper and his hand covered hers. “Bella, this is supposed to be about you, your fantasy.”

  “What if I said this is my fantasy? I want to take you in my mouth—” her fingertip grazed back and forth along the silky-smooth outline of the head of his cock—“and make you feel as good as you made me.”

  Jerrod’s hips undulated upwards and his head fall back against the headrest as she undid his jeans, inching the zipper down, making a slight metal rasping sound as the teeth separated. His shaft sprang free to lay hard and heavy along his flannel covered stomach. To her surprise, he’d come commando tonight.

  She sat back on her knees. “You’re not wearing any underwear. That’s so totally not like you.”

  “I didn’t have any clean underwear, I hate to admit.” He tipped his head towards her, shrugging his shoulders. “I totally suck at laundry, as you well remember.”

  “I remember, but this is such a turn-on.” Her body reacted with a hot flush directly to her pussy.

  “How hot does it make you? Hot enough to wrap those luscious lips of your around this?” He seductively said, stoking his thick cock from stem to tip.

  Holy wet dreams, he looked hedonistic touching himself, caressing his own sex. The sensuality of it caused her insides to clench and wetness to seep between her legs.

  Her hot gaze took in the traces of moonlight as it shifted across his lap emphasising his heavily veined cock and large plumbed crown.

  Instead of telling him how much she wanted to suck his cock, she showed him.

  Feeling empowered, Bella dipped her head down and tongued the pathway of veins that ran the length of his stiff erection. His clean male smell filled her senses. Sharp tingles of arousal shot through the walls of her vagina, and she moaned in bliss. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his cock, as she tongued him. Bella wrapped one hand around the base of his sex, pulling it away from his stomach. Soft curls of his pubic hair tickled the back of her hand. She opened her jaws wide to close over his large mushroom head, engulfing it in her warm wet mouth. The satiny skin of his sex gave under the pressure of her mouth, as she sucked down a little passed the tip. Bella was only able to take a third of his ten inch cock into her mouth. She used her hand, wrapped less than half way around to stroke up and down in a matched rhythm with her bobbing head. Wet hedonistic noises mixed with Jerrod’s very vocal grunts and groans of pleasure filled the space around them. His hips bucked and he fisted one hand in the hair at the nape of her neck to ride the fluid motion of her mouth and hand.

  Reaching her free hand down between his legs, she cupped his tight balls, gently rolling them one at a time.

  “Oh mother of god. I can’t hold out much longer, Bella.” Jerrod growled. “I’m going to come.”

  Bella revelled in the power that her mouth and tongue had over this big man. She loved the taste, feel, and size of him. Her tongue circled the sensitive underside of his plumbed head. On the downward stoke, she used care raking her teeth along his hard flesh. His cock jerked and hardened even further beneath the onslaught of her oral taunting.

  * * * *

  Damn her mouth was scalding. Through panting breaths, Jerrod tried to stave off his impending orgasm. His nuts felt like they were on fire with each pull of her mouth and the devastating swirls of her wild tongue.

  The silky strands of her hair held tightly in his fist gave him an anchor to ride the tides of her molten mouth. Saliva dripped down his cock, seeping slowly to his balls.

  There was nothing sexier than a woman going down on her man. His eyes fixed on the movement of her red head bobbing in his lap. Every now and then, a hint of moonlight lit across her hair. It looked like a curtain of flames danced between his legs.

  The powerful pulls of her mouth were more than he could stand. His muscles locked up and he ground his teeth as his release shot from the base of his throbbing balls to fill her mouth with his liquid seed.

  Jarrod felt her arch her head, taking him deeper into the lava heat of her mouth. Her gulping pulls heightened his orgasm. Spasms jolted him like he’d never experienced. He thought his head would explode from the intense pleasure. No other woman had made him feel this good. And no woman ever would. He knew this in every fibre of his being. She was made for him and only him.

  * * * *

  Bella worked his cock until he’d no more to give. The salty tang of his cum coated her mouth and throat. His now soft sex slipped slowly from between her lips. She gave it one last long lick. He shuddered and moaned. His hand untangled from the back of her head to stroke lightly down her back.

  Suddenly distant voices broke through and reminded them that they were in a public place.

  “Oh shit,” Bella cried. She’d once again forgotten where they were, so totally into the moment, so totally into him.

  Together, laughing like children, they wrestled frantically with their clothing. No sooner had Bella fastened her jeans than a couple strolled past the truck. Her fingers froze in midair. The couple never glanced their way as they passed.

  She let out a deep breath. “Wow that was close.” She ran her fingers through her long hair to get it off her face.

  Jerrod chuckled. “Yeah, but damn if it wasn’t worth it.”

  His sexy smile sent girlish tingles down her spine, but then his expression turned serious. “Will you come home with me tonight? I want to make love to you in a more private and comfortable setting.” He stroked the back of his hand down her cheek.

  The words tumbled out, unbidden and erotic even to her ears. “Only if you promise to fuck me until I can’t see straight or stand up.” She’d never been this brazen, yet the words fit her mood. Bella wanted his body taking hers. She wanted to feel the force of his cock tightly sheathed inside her pussy, gliding in and out with his powerful thrusts.

  Her eyes hooded at the potent image of them together again.

  Leaning over, Jerrod took possession of her lips in a commanding kiss that sizzled her nerve ending. His tongue tangled with hers in an erotic dance.

  Bella pulled away. “Hurry…I need you.”

  Without missing a beat, he kissed her hard one last time before starting and putting the truck into gear. He turned and winked at her as he navigated his way out of the parking lot and towards his home. “Buckle up baby, ‘cause the ride is just starting.”

  Chapter Nine

  The ride to Jerrod’s house flew by, and before she knew it, he was hitting the remote to open his garage and pulling in.

  The door rolled down behind them, a large metal shutter, clanking as it hit the floor of the garage.

  He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned off the engine. Jerrod motioned to her, “Stay right there. I’ll be back in a minute.” With an animal grace, he jumped out of the truck, his heavily muscled shoulders rolled with the beat of his long gait.

  Bella frowned to herself. What’s he up to now? The after burn of her orgasm still lingered, and she could hardly sit without shifting around on the seat beneath her.

  The light in the garage dimmed just as Jerrod stepped back out the door. With a genuine smile planted firmly on his face, he made his way over to her side of the truck.

  She was shocked when he scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her into the house. “Jerrod you are going to drop me.” Her arms automatically went around his neck.

  “Baby, your weight is nothing I can’t handle, “he growled. “ Damn, you feel good in my arms.” He nuzzled her neck, nipping at the soft flesh.

  “Where are you taking me?” Bella looked around the sparse kitchen, which hadn’t changed a bit since she’d left. His confident stride passed down a bare-walled hallway, and then further
to his bedroom.

  “I thought you might like a nice hot shower, among other things...” His warm breath and suggestive words made her shiver in his arms. Her arousal spiked up.

  Once inside his bedroom, the main focus was his very large bed. The man had no decorative sense whatsoever. The room—without her feminine touch, things she’d taken when she’d left—consisted of the same furniture he’d had since he moved away from his parents home. No headboard, one side-table and a tall dresser. The only thing she’d left behind was a burgundy and sea foam green comforter, which was on the bed.

  Hastily, he carried her through to his bathroom. Steam and the sound of running water filtered out of the opened bathroom door. “Why is the shower running?” Bella asked curiously.

  “I remembered how easily you get cold, plus I also remembered how much you craved having sex in the shower.”

  ****

  Having Bella back in his arms was unbelievable. She felt so right, so perfect. Without any effort he carried her into his bathroom. Slowly, he let her ripe curves slide down the hard plain his chest. Jerrod’s cock instantly stiffened when her hot core brushed along his groin, as her feet touched the floor.

  His lips instinctively went to the feminine slope of her neck. Her head tilted to the side giving him the opportunity to explore the silky skin with his tongue. A wet trail marked his path down to the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. He nipped and sucked at it until she purred and ground her pussy against his thigh in eager response.

  He gripped the bottom of her sweater and whispered against her skin, “Put your arms up.” Jerrod couldn’t wait to get his lips on her full breasts. He pulled the sweater up over her head. Her hair cascaded back down around her face and shoulders in a wash of warm fire.

  Berry tipped nipples stood pebbled and erect, accentuating her large pale breasts. Leaning her over his arm, he opened his mouth over one perked nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He laved the tight flesh, toying with her. Her body arched into his mouth. Her moans of pleasure spurred him on. He reached for her zipper, his lips glided downward as he knelt in front of her. Using both hands, he peeled her jeans and underwear off. The curls at her sex glistened with her arousal.

  Pulled forward by the smell of her pussy, his tongue delved between her drenched folds to lick a long slow swipe up her cleft, before he finished taking heels and jeans. Her fingers sank into his hair for balance and he couldn’t resist one last kiss on the top of her curls.

  Standing, his eyes raked her from head to toe. With her hair wild about her bare shoulders and her fair skin, she looked like a full-figured Greek goddess made into flesh and blood just for him.

  Goosebumps started to appear across her perfect skin, and he quickly opened the shower door and patted her ass. “Get in, I’ll be right behind you.”

  Shucking his clothes, he stepped, in easing behind her and the spray of the warm water. She turned around and froze. Her eyes glued to his chest. His hand automatically rubbed over the spot she stared at so transfixed.

  * * * *

  Tattooed in black bold letters arched over his heart was the word ‘Tink’. “When did you do that?” She asked, as she fingered the tattoo.

  “Not long after you left me.” He took her hand from his chest and kissed her fingertips. “I needed to feel that I still had some part of you close to my heart, Tink.”

  Her eyes snapped up. What was he trying to say? Did he still love her? She wanted to ask him, yet she also feared the answer. It had taken so long to shield her heart, and go on with her life. Bella wasn’t sure she’d recover from another break up, of feeling unloved. Leopards don’t change their spots overnight. Could he have truly changed? How could she trust him again to not hurt her?

  He stood with the water to his back. His long hair slicked back away from his face. Droplets ran down his face and clung to his long eyelashes. His dark good looks and feral eyes staring back at her, made her feel like his prey to be devoured.

  Her sex clenched and her breasts hardened in pure unbridled arousal. She should run like hell from this man. Could she withstand making love to him and not losing her heart?

  She found herself standing on her tippy-toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Make love to me. Make love to me like you used to.”

  Jerrod pinned her up against the tiled shower wall with a growl. His hard cock pressed into her soft belly. Hot firm lips locked over hers, as he kissed her with a consuming passion that made her world tilt sideways. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and moaned.

  * * * *

  Jerrod leaned over her. With one hand behind her knee and with the other under her ass, he lifted up. Her legs folded around his waist. Her spread folds embraced his shaft in silky slick warmth. Keeping one hand under her ass, he guided the tip of his cock to her opening.

  “Open your eyes and look at me as I take you…Tink.”

  As their eyes met, his hips reared back and in one mighty thrust, he tunnelled deep inside her tightly muscled sheath. They both cried out at the impact of their bodies joined together as one.

  Fuck, he’d never felt anything better than her tight wet heat. It was like her body had been made for him, and only him.

  Everything narrowed down to her cunt clamped down on his cock, burning him, as he worked his hips back and forth in slow sensual strokes. His lips never left her sweet tasting mouth. Their kisses became hungrier, deeper, with each thrust and withdrawal of his shaft from her gripping channel. Her nails bit into his shoulders and he gloried in the feel of her wild passion.

  The sounds of wet flesh slapping together in a savage beat, and harsh gasping breaths resonated around their primal mating.

  Jerrod’s balls fisted up and his cock hardened as his release neared. He wouldn’t come until she did. Bella moaned aloud when he changed up his thrust, using shallow penetrations to keep his groin pressed tightly against her sensitive clit. Within minutes, her back bowed and he swallowed her scream, as spasm after spasm shook her body. Seconds later he followed her into an orgasm that almost dropped him to his knees.

  Breathing hard, Bella’s legs slipped down from his hips. Jerrod kept one arm firmly wrapped around her waist, while the other rested palm down on the tile keeping him from putting too much of his heavy weight on her much smaller frame.

  Even in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Jerrod’s mind whirled. After her response in the shower, his hopes were high that she might feel the same way he did. He had one last shot of showing her how much he loved her. If she didn’t love him back, his heart would be broken, but his life wouldn’t be complete unless she was in it. And, pride be damned! She humbled him like no other woman. She made him a better man. She made him feel invincible, strong and virile.

  Helping her out of the shower, Jerrod took his robe off the back of the door and wrapped it around her. She looked so tiny, as the material draped down passed her feet and hands. Quickly towelling himself off, he picked her up once again in his arms. Carrying her to his bed he gently placed her down on top of the comforter. He lay beside her, gathering her in his arm. Her head pillowed in the crook of his arm. It was time to tell her what was in his heart. God please let her love him back.

  Chapter Ten

  “I’m awful at voicing my feelings, you know it and I certainly know it. I have never been good at showing my emotions. I neglected to respect how you felt, talking things out that were important to you, things we needed to work out,” Jerrod said, as he rolled away from her. Sitting up on the side of the bed, his broad back muscles rippled as he moved to leave the bed. His taut ass flexed and released with each of his strong masculine steps. She didn’t bother to contain a feminine sigh of appreciation or the ogling of his finely displayed assets.

  He stopped at his tall dresser, opened up the top drawer and pulled out an envelope, walking back over to hand it to her.

  “I wrote this letter to you a few months back, but never mailed it. It sums up my feelings for you. And I would like you to read
it. Will you…Tink?” He asked softly, with a shy smile.

  She nodded her head, too emotional to say anything.

  He handed her the letter. Her hands shook as she slid her finger under the seal of the envelope. The paper crackled as it ripped open. As if precious treasure, she carefully worked the letter out, unfolded it and started reading it silently to herself.

  Dear Tink,

  Happy birthday. I hope you have the best birthday ever.

  I am laying here in bed missing your warm body snuggled up against mine. This day has really brought home how you always put me first in your life and how truly selfish I was. I miss you terribly. I know I never told you how wonderful you were to me. All the dinners you cooked and I missed. The times I stomped through the house muddy and dirty from work and you had just cleaned it from top to bottom. Or when you would run a hot shower for me in the mornings and have fresh coffee when I came out. Not to mention always having something for me to eat before I walked out the door each and every morning.

  As I write this, I realise I must be the dumbest man alive to have let such an exceptional and loving woman like you slip so thoughtlessly through my fingers.

  I walked by a jewellery store today. In the window was a ring that reminded me of you. It was a heart shaped diamond solitaire. Even though you might not think so, you own my heart. Without you, I am not completely whole. It finally has gotten through my thick skull what a total idiot I was. That old adage of you never realise what you have until you lose it is so true. The day I lost you in my life was the darkest.

  I wish you would at least talk to me. I love you and I always will, no matter what.

  You hold my heart,

  Jarrod

  She was all choked up. This wonderful man had given her the greatest testament of his love, spilling out his heart and soul in this letter. How could she have been so wrong about his true feelings for her? For every single reason she’d had for leaving him, now there were twice as many positive reasons for loving him, in their place.