She took his penis into her mouth. It barely fit in, but she managed to swallow half of it before gagging and popping it out. She tried again, taking it three-quarters of the way in and sucking deeply. “Christ, that feels good,” Andrew murmured. She let it pop out and ran her tongue over the glistening purple head, all the while looking mischievously at Andrew. He moaned in pleasure as she continued to pump his rod with her hands.
Pia had enough of the foreplay and decided the time had come to properly fucked by this monster shaft. Crouching over him, she let the enormous dick rest on her pussy lips. Slowly, she rubbed the huge purple head on her labia, feeling her cunt go moist with the thrill of anticipation. Finally, she let it slide in.
She cried out, in both pleasure and pain, as the huge organ pushed into her soft depths. At first she felt some discomfort as her pussy walls were stretched, but she was aroused and her cunt yielded to the hard rigidness of his cock. She sank lower, letting his rod impale her. Her pelvis quivered with the intensity of her pleasure. Never before had she had such a huge cock inside her, and now she was overcome by the rapture that swept over her body. She moved slowly, up and down, letting her pussy come to terms with the massive penis. The pain soon subsided, and now all she felt was intoxicating pleasure.
“That’s it, fuck me!” she cried out as she as she started bouncing on his cock with greater speed. “Fuck me with your huge cock!”
Andrew didn’t need any further encouragement. He raised his pelvis off the bed and thrust against her powerfully as she fucked him. “Oh God, that feels good,” he groaned as Pia ground on him, letting his shaft rub against the top of her vagina.
“You fucker, you’re going to make me come!” she hissed between gritted teeth as she felt her orgasm welling up inside her. Andrew thrust against her faster in response and soon she was coming, her pussy juice cascading onto his cock and bells.
But Andrew didn’t want to come immediately. He wanted to taste this beautiful creature before he finished. Getting her to lie down, he probed her box with his tongue. Pia squealed with pleasure as he licked her hole and clit, expertly stimulating her already aroused body to even greater heights. He slowly ran his tongue over her pleasure bud, before sticking it deep inside her pussy, savoring the taste of her juices. Her cries of pleasure only excited him more and he stuck his tongue in and out of her cunt rapidly, driving her to yet another climax.
At last, he was ready to climax himself. Inserting his dick into her once more, he pounded her vigorously, relishing the way the wet walls of her vagina clung to his hard rod. At first he was afraid that he would hurt Pia and didn’t fuck her as hard as he could. But she wrapped her legs around him, and grabbing his muscular buttocks, pulled him toward her.
“You’re the best fuck I ever had,” she panted. “Give it to me, give it to me hard!”
Andrew groaned and started fucking her even more vigorously. Each fierce thrust elicit a high-pitched cry from Pia as an orgasm greater than the previous ones built up within her. She bucked and screamed as her body shook with the violence of her climax. The feel of her pussy muscles contracting powerfully on his penis was too much for Andrew. With a loud yell, he pulled out and came all over her, showering her with a cascading shower of his silver seed. Pia rubbed his cum on her body and tasted it, relishing the taste of his semen.
“That was amazing,” she gushed, wrapping her arms around his shredded body.
“Yeah,” agreed Andrew. “That was pretty mind-blowing.”
They held each other for a while, letting the after-effects of their pleasure slowly subside. Pia eventually realized that they were both drenched in sweat and other unmentionable bodily fluids.
“Let’s shower,” she suggested. They laughed and headed for the bathroom. “You know,” she said as they stood under the shower. “For a smooth talking European guy, you certainly know your way in bed.”
“I’m sorry,” said Andrew. “Was I too rough for you?”
“It was rough. Fortunately, that is exactly how I like it.”
They giggled and kissed some more.
Chapter Three
Their relationship progressed rapidly. Not only was Andrew gorgeous and fantastic in bed, he was kind, attentive and well-mannered. And quite well off too, judging from the fine restaurants that he took Pia to. He would always show up with flowers or some present before taking her out in his Porsche. Pia, who had had notable failures in the dating department, couldn’t believe her luck.
“So what do you do, Pia?” he asked her one day.
“Not much,” replied Pia feeling embarrassed. “I’m sort of between jobs.”
“Oh.” Andrew’s tone was non-committal. “Did you do any work before?” he asked eventually.
“Yes, I was a journalist, actually. But the newspaper I was working for closed down and I haven’t been able to find work since.”
He thought a bit and said,” You know, I have friends on Fleet Street. I know this one guy who owns a newspaper. I could put in a word for you.”
“You know the owner of a newspaper?” She was curious. “Where on earth did you meet him?”
“Oxford, actually.”
“Oh, I see. You know, I always thought you were European.”
He nodded. “I am. Danish. But I grew up here and, well, went back for a while. But I have come to settle down here permanently.”
“You know, I am Danish as well.”
Andrew was surprised. “Really?”
“Yes. But my parents were murdered when I was small and I came to live with my Aunt in England.” Pia smiled sadly.
He reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “It was a long time ago. But I still have nightmares about it. I saw it happen.”
Andrew looked concerned. “No girl should have to witness such a thing.”
“Well, I did. I didn’t want to go back to Denmark since.”
Andrew looked contemplative. “It appears both of us have something we want to leave in Denmark.”
He didn’t say what that something was and the conversation drifted to other topics. This man really was perfect, thought Pia. That night, as he dropped her off, she realized that they hadn’t made love for 4 days. It didn’t sound like a long time, but since she had fallen madly in love with Andrew, her hormones had gone through the roof. She felt that familiar ache between her legs whenever she thought of his great body and huge cock.
Andrew had told her that he had a business meeting the next day and probably had other things on his mind besides lovemaking, but she was determined to fuck him tonight. So when they had kissed goodnight, she let her hand fall on to his crotch and let it stay there.
Andrew raised an eyebrow in mock exasperation. “You know, I do have a business meeting early tomorrow morning.”
Pia was indignant. The cheek of the guy, playing hard to get! She’d show him. “Is that right?” she said sweetly, running her hand over his shaft and noting with satisfaction that it was getting harder under her ministrations. “I’m sure you can spare a few moments for some fun with a special young lady.”
Andrew sighed with exaggerated effect. “Yes, I suppose I can.”
Before he knew it, he was naked and on her bed. Pia started with her favorite foreplay activity, sucking on his enormous dick. He groaned as she jerked him off while flicking the purple head with her tongue. Soon it was fully erect and throbbing lightly under her touch. She ran her hands up and down it, feeling its hardness while she sucked on the head of his cock. But after a while, she decided she deserved some fun too.
She lay on the bed and spread her legs and Andrew dived eagerly between her legs and started licking her labia and clit. Pia squealed excitedly as he teased her expertly with his tongue. He seemed to have an intuitive understanding of how to please her and she could feel her pussy flooding with her love juices as he licked her clit and fucked her, first with one finger and then with two. She bucked and arced her back with pleasure
as he used his fingers and tongue to drive her into a frenzy of pleasure.
She longed to have his hard dick in her wet slit. Pushing him down, she climbed on top of him and let herself be impaled by his hard rod. “Oh God, that feels good,” she moaned as she felt the huge dick going up to the hilt. She started riding him, her hands resting on his rippling muscular pecs as she moved up and down on his dick. Her upper lip curled upwards in pleasure as she leaned back and ground the enormous organ on her sensitive g spot.
“Oh yes, baby, that’s just what I need,” she cried as she climaxed, her body shaking with her pleasure.
Pia had a great ass and Andrew loved to fuck her from behind. Getting her on her knees, he entered her from behind. She cried out again as his cock pushed against her g spot. His big balls slapped against her legs as he pounded her hard. He knew she liked it rough and he drove his cock into her forcefully and rapidly.
“You bastard, you’re going to make me come again,” Pia panted between gritted teeth as she felt another orgasm building up within her. Soon she was climaxing again, thrusting wildly against him as she gushed on his erect penis and balls. With a deep yell, Andrew came all over her ass, letting his semen stream down her round buttocks.
After they had showered, they cuddled up in bed. Yes, thought Pia as she drifted into a deep sleep. She had definitely found the man of her dreams.
Chapter Four
The lights were off but the room was bright from the moonlight streaming into the room. Pia remembered that it was a full moon that night as she woke up abruptly from her slumber. As she looked around, she saw Andrew staggering in the middle of the room. What she witnessed next made her blood curdle.
Andrew was changing. His features were becoming sharper, his body hairier. His muscles were swelling until they had become truly enormous and as he turned and looked at her, she could see his teeth glinting in the moonlight.
Pia reeled in shock. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she would witness the horrors unfolding before her eyes. She knew, unlike most people, what was standing before – neither a man nor a wolf, but rather something in between. A werewolf.
Suddenly, hidden parts of her brain were flung open and long suppressed images flooded her mind and she remembered vividly the night her parents were killed. She remembered above all the killer – someone not unlike the being standing before her, another werewolf. So this was the man she was wildly in love with – an accursed supernatural creature of the same race that had savagely ended her parents’ lives.
The horror overcame her. Heedlessly, throwing a dressing gown over her body, she rushed out the door and ran as fast as she could down the street. Fear and panic drove her own and she didn’t know how long she had run or how far. But eventually she found herself at a park. Tired and shaking, she sat down on a bench and gazed at a nearby pond. The moonlight glinted on the water as her memories came back to her with startling clarity.
She was a small child, but she remembered everything. Her father was a burly man while her mother was a small-made beautiful woman. They would often leave her to go at night on strange trips. Pia hated being alone and often wondered what they were up to. And one day, her father told her.
“Pia,” he said, getting her to sit next to him. “You’re old enough to know about certain things. You know your mother and I sometimes go away at night suddenly. Well, do you know why we go like that?” Pia shook her head. Her father leaned down and looked at her closely. “Pia, listen to me carefully. There are certain secret things you should know – things the very few people learn about. Not everything out there is good. Sometimes, you encounter creatures – unnatural beings, who are neither human nor animal. Do you know what these creatures are called? Werewolves. It is our job to rid this country of these accursed creatures. We are part of a group – your mother and I. We find these creatures and we kill them.”
He got up and went to the cupboard. “Do you know how you kill a werewolf? An ordinary bullet cannot kill it. Only a bulled or knife made of blessed silver can destroy it.” He took out a long silver blade from the cupboard and handed it to Pia. “Take this. I pray that you never encounter one of these wretched beasts. But if you do, you know what you have to do – drive this into its heart.”
She looked at the knife and then back at her Dad. “But are all werewolves bad, father?”
He put a hand on her shoulder. “In all God’s earth, there isn’t a more accursed creature than the werewolf. It is the spawn of Satan, a beast conceived in the pits of Hell. It is our duty to rid of the world of these monstrosities.”
Pia didn’t question her father’s assertions. She had never seen a werewolf herself, but was excited to think of her parents battling evil on their nights out. That is, until she woke up to her mother’s terrified scream and rushed down to see her father dead and her mother in her death throes. The blood was everywhere, but what Pia remembered most of all was the horrible creature in the middle of the room. Its hair bristling, its teeth dripping with her parents’ blood. For a moment she stared frozen in its eyes. And then it was gone, leaving her alone with the corpses of her mother and father.
Pia sobbed bitterly as the terrible memories came flooding back. She had never encountered any werewolves since that fateful night and had even convinced herself that such creatures didn’t exist, that she had imagined the monster in that room. Certainly that was what her aunt had told her when she had confided in her. But now the truth of her memories only increased the horror that she felt.
She cursed the cruel fate that had made her fall in love with this thing, her parents’ sworn enemy. How could she have been so foolish, not to trust in her father, not to believe that these beasts were out there and be more careful? But what could she have done? Andrew showed no sign of not being an ordinary man.
She paused to think. No, that was not right. There were signs that he wasn’t a normal human being, but she had missed them, or perhaps just ignored them. The night he had rescued her – how had he managed to climb up to her window. And the mystery about his home and family – he had been very vague with the details and she hadn’t bothered to probe. Not to mention his preternaturally developed physique.
Yes, thought Pia, the signs were there if she had bothered to look. But she had been too busy trying to forget that terrible night and what she had seen with her own eyes. She had ignored the advice that her father had given her. And now she had done something that would have horrified him above all else – falling in love with one of the same monsters that he had detested so much.
But was he really a monster? Wasn’t she alive because of him? If he hadn’t rushed to rescue her, there was little doubt that she would have been raped and killed. She remembered his kind, steadfast gaze, his gentle manner a counterpoint to his strong physique and masculinity. She had a hard time accepting that Andrew was a monster.
Thoroughly confused, she buried her head in her hands. What was she going to do? Finally she decided to head back home. She couldn’t stay outside forever and she needed to speak to Andrew and sort this out. She got up and slowly walked home.
But when she finally reached her apartment and let herself in, there was a surprise waiting for her. There was no sign of Andrew. Instead on her table was a single note.
“I’m sorry” it said. Pia closed her eyes. She desperately wanted to speak to Andrew, to sort out the thousand thoughts that were whirling through her mind. She collapsed on her bed. Andrew had left and it looked as if she would have to wait to resolve her issues.
Chapter Five
Pia waited patiently for Andrew to show up. Surely he would want to meet her, to resolve matters? But as the days wore on, she realized that he was not planning on contact her. In her desperation, she caved in and tried calling him, but he didn’t answer. She knew he had a pad in Mayfair. Using her journalistic background, she managed to find out his address and turned up unannounced. A kindly looking old lady was cleaning up when she entered.
�
�Hello,” Pia said uncertainly. “Is Andrew here?”
“Not anymore, I am afraid,” the old lady replied. “He left rather abruptly about a week ago.”
“Oh!” Pia was very disappointed. “Did he say where he was going?”
“No. He didn’t say anything.” The old lady noted Pia’s crestfallen expression. “Were you close?”
“No, not really,” Pia stammered, embarrassed. “Well, thank you for your help.”
So Andrew had just upped and left, she thought bitterly as she walked to the tube. The man, or rather werewolf, she had been planning to spend the rest of her life with had left without so much as a goodbye.
Crushed by what had happened, Pia decided to focus on work. Moping around would not help her. A friend had set up an interview at a tabloid and although she wasn’t overly fond of the work, she needed a job. She aced the interview and was hired. Soon she was trailing footballers and movie stars as they cheated on their wives and girlfriends with hookers and gay lovers. Desperate to get her mind of her problems, she threw herself wholeheartedly into her work, to the delight of her editor.
Thoughts of Andrew were just receding from her mind and she had just returned to a semblance of peace and normalcy when she returned home late one night after an exhausting day. She had collapsed into her bed when she suddenly felt a hand clamping on her mouth.
“If you shout, I will snap your neck,” said a deep voice. Pia froze. Not again, she thought. She had been very careful after being attacked in this very room the first time, taking several security precautions. How had this happened?
Except that the person looking at her wasn’t a normal criminal. She recognized at once the sharp features, the hirsute, muscular body. She was looking at a werewolf.
“I am going to remove my hand,” it said. “Remember, if you make a noise, you will die, quickly and unpleasantly.” He removed his hand and regarded her with a smile. “Let me introduce myself,” he said. “I am Christian.”
Pursuit: A Bad Boy Romance Page 45