by Lisa Valdez
She finally lifted her eyes to his. “You are splendid.”
Pleasure flickered in his belly.
Her head tipped against the bedpost. “You are Laocoon made flesh.”
Mark knew the sculpture of Laocoon battling the serpents. He flexed his arm and smiled. “If I recall, things didn’t go well for Laocoon.”
Passion returned his smile. “That’s true. But it was an epic struggle,” her dimple deepened as her eyes tipped to his erection, “for a hero of classical proportions.”
Mark choked back a surprised laugh. “My, aren’t you a saucy girl.”
Even in the dim light, he could see her cheeks darken with a deep blush. Something warm tugged at him. Such a lovely blush. He admired the delicacy of her features as he crossed to her. Her smile faded, and she looked up at him with hesitancy.
“I like you saucy,” he murmured. “And Laocoon’s struggle was nothing compared to standing here without touching you.” He slowly lowered his head and took her uplifted mouth in a soft, unhurried kiss that was potent with promise.
And then she was in his arms. Everywhere she touched, her skin caressed his, warming him, both without and within, while her hungry kisses stoked a new fire in his gut.
He thrust his hands into her hair and drank so deeply from her mouth that he almost forgot to breathe. Tearing his mouth from hers, he took a gasping breath and stared into her uplifted face. Her eyes were luminous; her cheeks flushed, and her lips, red and swollen.
A fierce, possessive intensity, such as he’d never felt before, flashed through him. His hands fisted in her hair. “You’re mine,” he growled.
Passion tightened her arms around him. “Yes.”
He ground his cock against her firm belly. “Say it. Say you’re mine.” Why the hell did he suddenly feel angry? “Say I’m the only one who fucks you.”
She stared at him for a moment, seeming to look into him. Did she wonder at his anger? He couldn’t hide it.
She reached for his wrists and guided one hand to her waist and the other to her breast. “I am yours—only yours. Completely and without reservation.” Her eyes fluttered and her hips pressed against him. “You know you’re the only one.”
As quickly as his anger had sparked, it disappeared. He took a deep, calming breath. The hard bud of her nipple pressed into his palm. He brushed his fingers against it, eliciting a soft sigh from her.
Her braid hung over her shoulder like a thick rope. He grasped it and ran his hand down the soft length to the ribbon tied at the end. With a light tug, it slipped off. Threading his fingers through the thick strands, he unraveled her long hair.
Vanilla and orange blossoms wafted from the supple auburn waves as they fell across her shoulder and breast.
Scooping up the heavy tresses, he breathed in deeply. “You smell of sweetness and desire.”
Her lips turned in a small smile, and her hands swept in soft caresses over his waist and lower back. Such hands.
Taking a step back, he let her hair slip through his fingers. The curling ends brushed the slope of her hip, some clinging in tender regard, as though it had been too long since they had last hugged such gentle curves. She was Aphrodite.
His blood coursed and his cock throbbed painfully. So painfully, that he glanced down. Christ! His prick was so big; it looked frightening even to him. The head rose dark and purple from the top of his reddened shaft, yet no moisture escaped to soothe his stretched skin. He was dry, dry and hard as steel.
“Does it hurt?”
His sac felt heavy. “Yes. Does it frighten you?”
“A little. But it excites me more.”
His muscles jumped. “Show me how much it excites you.”
Passion’s head tipped to the side. “Show you?”
His balls tightened. “Sit down and open your legs. Put your heels on the edge of the bed.”
She only paused a moment before lifting her pretty feet and letting her long limbs fall open.
The soft folds of her beautiful cunt parted and, as he stared, a pearly stream of moisture trickled from her rosy sheath. Hot desire flooded Mark’s body. He wanted inside her. He needed inside her.
He moved so quickly, he startled her. Grabbing around her knees, he rubbed the whole length of his cock and balls against her wet slit. Her hips jerked, and she pushed her warm, wet quim hard against him.
He pulled her to him and crushed her lips beneath his. Grinding against her, he pushed his tongue deeply into her sweet mouth.
She opened for him, and her arms and legs held him with a strength that begged fulfillment.
He tightened his hand in her hair and pulled her back so he could look into her beautiful face. “I want to throw you down and get inside you. I want to push and push and push,” he growled, “until I’m so deep inside you that my cock becomes another organ of your body, as necessary to you as lungs, liver, or heart.”
A soft moan escaped her, and she quivered in his arms. Her eyes were full of the urgent yearning and sensuality that he loved to see there. But tonight, everything was magnified. She exuded sex—and desire for it.
He felt as if he stood on a precipice with no knowledge of what lay below, yet knowing he must leap. His hand tightened in her hair. “I need to be a part of you. Tell me you’ll let me. Tell me you won’t say hold.” Every muscle in his body wanted to drive into her. “Because once I start fucking you, I swear to God, I’m not stopping.”
She regarded him with such desperate need. “I want that. Please, Mark.” Her eyes welled with tears. “I need to be broken, remolded. I crave it. If I could do it myself, I would.” Her lips trembled. “Spare me no quarter. Please…”
The last dregs of his reserve scattered. He tossed her back on the bed. Her breasts bounced, and some of her hair fanned against the white sheets. He fell upon her, and canting his hips high, he grabbed his cock just below the head and squeezed the knob between the moist lips of her quim. With one strong thrust and a groan, he pushed his straining member into the hot wetness of her cunt, slamming the too-eager head against the barrier of her womb.
Recoiling beneath the force of his entry, Passion gasped.
Mark leaned on his elbows and cupped his hands around her head. “I’m sorry, Passion.” He kissed her full, tender lips. “But you have the sweetest—” He thrust, bouncing her again. “The tightest—” He shoved harder, bouncing her harder. “Most fuckable—” He slammed his rock-hard cock into her with all the force he could muster and wrenched a cry from her as she jolted beneath him. “Most fuckable cunt I’ve ever been in.”
Her eyes sparkled and her lips trembled as her thighs eased farther open.
He kissed her softly. “Besides, this is what you asked for.” He rammed hard. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes!” Her face was all tender entreaty. “I yearn to be full of you, to have you so deeply inside me that I cannot tell where you begin and I end.”
Mark’s gut tightened. “Fuck!” He sent three body-jolting attacks against her womb, choked back a moan, and then sent three more.
Her cunt clenched around him. Her chest heaved.
When he paused, she lifted trembling hands to his face. “If I am Aphrodite, then be my Hephaestus. Be the hammer, and mold me to your purpose.” She bit down on her lip and tilted her hips in offering. “Please, Mark.”
Something potent and indefinable seared his heart with a branding heat. It pained him and empowered him. It made his sperm boil with rutting force. His fingers clenched in Passion’s hair, and with his cock as hard as steel, he battered the door to her womb with unrelenting ferocity.
Each strike sent courses of pleasure down his shaft and into his cods. The harder he fucked her, the harder he wanted to fuck her. And all the while, her breasts bounced wildly and her cunt squeezed and sucked his invading prick with tender rigor.
Rearing back on his heels, Mark watched the progress of his assault.
Her beautiful quim was stretched tightly around him, but abo
ut four inches of his cock, the thickest four inches, had yet to feel the sucking caress of her sweet cunt.
Grabbing her hips with a muttered oath, he held her fixed as he sent a barrage of shattering blows against her defiant flesh. He would fuck and fuck until her resistant womb moved and turned.
Passion moaned. Her head fell back. Her eyes closed.
“This is what you need,” he gasped. “You need me for this.”
Her whole body tensed.
He tightened his grip on her. “Look at me, Passion.”
Her eyes opened and her hips bucked.
“I’ll be the hammer, but never stay me. From this night forward you’re mine to break whenever I choose.”
He saw the nearness of her orgasm and thrust fiercely against her three more times. He wanted her come. He needed it.
Passion’s eyes darkened. Her cunt clenched.
He thrust again. “Do you hear me, Passion? You’re mine. You’re the sheath for my cock, and I’ll work you as hard as it takes until you fit me like a glove.”
Her body began to shake. Her back arched. Her fingers grasped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Mark held his breath, waiting for the perfect moment. Waiting.
On a low moan, her cunt began to draw. With the first strong, sucking pull, Mark bore down with all his strength, grinding the swollen head of his cock against the opening to her womb.
Sweat beaded on his brow, and he thought he heard Passion gasp. But he held her writhing body to him and kept his eyes on his goal. A juicy wash of come lubricated his shaft, and when her cunt pulled again, he bore down anew, lending the weight of his body to his efforts.
Suddenly, half an inch of his exposed flesh disappeared into Passion’s body. Mark gasped for breath and groaned. He could feel the tight fingers of her cervix move slightly against his knob.
Passion froze, but her hungry little cunt kept pulling.
With fresh strength, Mark pushed and pushed, forcing the head of his prick against the door to her womb. He could feel her giving way, could feel her cervix tilting.
Passion began to pant, and in the next moment, she started to convulse beneath him. More wetness bathed his shaft.
Mark grit his teeth and, chancing a slight withdrawal, heaved a final, mighty thrust against her resisting flesh.
Passion bit back a sharp cry.
And with a tiny pop that he wasn’t sure if he heard or felt, he watched the remaining length of his cock slide into Passion’s quivering cunt.
A low, guttural moan escaped him, and his head spun as unbelievable excitement and pure heart-stopping joy washed over him all at once.
Looking at Passion, he found her pale and still beneath him. Yet her eyes were fixed on him and burning with something he’d never seen—something raw and untouched. He tried to decipher what it was, but his thoughts were numbed by the pure physical sensation of being completely inside her.
For the first time in his life, he was up to his cods in a woman—not just any woman—Passion. He could still feel the tight nub of her cervix, but now it was below, rubbing the thick, distended passage that brought his spunk. The pulsing head of his cock was in a deep pocket of flesh above her womb. It was pure heaven, and he was desperate to move. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.” The word came on a breath. “I feel … I fee! full.” Her hand lay over her navel. “I can feel you here.” She slipped her hand lower, touching the stretched opening of her cunt. “I can feel you here.” Her velvety eyes delved into his. “It’s the most exquisite sensation I’ve ever felt.”
His body was trembling, and his cock throbbed mercilessly, demanding satisfaction. He had only moments before he would lose himself altogether.
Bending over her, he braced himself on his elbows and spoke against her mouth. “I’ve got to move, Passion. I’ve got to fuck.” She smelled so sweet and her arms were around him. He rocked forward again. “I don’t know if I can be careful.”
“Then don’t be.” Her fingers pressed into his shoulders. “There is too much of ‘careful’ in my life.”
The muscles in Mark’s legs leapt. Still, with every last vestige of his will, he drew back as slowly as he could.
Fuck! His arms shook and his eyes closed. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced. The firm press of Passion’s cervix worked the underside of his shaft with delicious pressure. He pulled back enough so he could feel the rim of his knob against it and then slid back in.
“Oh, God…” Passion moaned low and deep, and her eyes glowed with that indefinable emotion. “If I could have only one pleasure, one purpose, it would be this.”
Her words blew through him like a hot and sudden wind. The flame he had been keeping at bay exploded and sent a torrent of fire roaring through his body.
His hips pumped wildly. His hands twisted in her hair. “This is your purpose,” he gasped. “You were made for me.”
Passion’s body leapt beneath him. “Yes,” she gasped. “I know.”
Mark groaned and began thrusting in a gluttony of sensation. The deep pocket he had made in her cunt was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her cervix worked the tender underside of his cock while her cunt squeezed the shaft and thick root. On each withdrawal, he pulled the swollen head of his prick all the way to the firm press of her tilted cervix before thrusting back in. It was the sweetest torture, and he couldn’t stop. He wanted to fuck and fuck.
Passion gasped with each forceful intrusion. A sheen of perspiration gleamed on her brow. Yet, still, her tight, hungry cunt lifted and clenched.
“You’re so good,” Mark groaned, never pausing. “So damned good.” He dropped his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue deep, as he kept withdrawing and thrusting, withdrawing and thrusting. He bit her lip before breaking the kiss.
Passion’s swollen mouth trembled, and the pulse in her neck beat wildly.
His hips pumped and pumped. He could tell her orgasm was rising. He wanted to feel the luscious pull of it. He wanted to see it in her beautiful face. “Pull back your knees with your hands.” His cock throbbed in knowing anticipation. “I don’t want to feel anything but cunt.”
Passion did as he asked, and suddenly her wide-open quim sat at a completely unobstructed angle. She drew in a deep breath as he sank even deeper.
“Oh, God, that’s good.” Mark groaned, and his cock wept come at the deliciousness of her.
He pulled the sperm-moistened head of his prick to her tilted cervix. But this time he pulled back farther, dragging his engorged knob over the firm flesh.
Passion froze. Her eyes grew glassy. Her breath came in short pants.
Mark thought he might die from pure pleasure. His breach had been so fast, but this long, slow withdrawal exacted the most succulent pressure on the head of his inflamed prick. Then, with his eyes on Passion, he pushed back in, stopping just as he rubbed over the firm opening that sheltered her womb.
Her body curled and her panting increased. Without pause, he retreated and drove back in, this time harder and faster.
She strained beneath him, every muscle taut and quaking. Again and again he thrust over her tight cervix, finding the short, perfect rhythm. His heart pounded. Passion’s head tossed. His cock strained, driving her, driving her to climax.
Then, with a great intake of breath, her head lifted from the bed and slammed back down. Her neck stretched, fine veins and tendons distending. Her cunt clamped around him, and her body went rigid.
Still thrusting relentlessly, Mark stared, transfixed.
In the most beautiful display he’d ever seen, she found rapture.
With a heart-wrenching gasp, her head lifted again. He stared into her radiant eyes. And then, with a low, fierce cry, they squeezed shut as a violent shudder radiated from her clenching cunt. It wracked her taut body. Her head flew back, and her knees drew up even farther. The walls of her quim pulled, gripped, and pulled again.
Her eyes flew ope
n and then rolled back as her ravenous cunt sucked and sucked, drawing him into her as deeply as ever. She jerked uncontrollably. Her pelvis lifted. And with a final, great heave and a muffled cry, she let down a hot wash of cock-soothing come.
Mark lay still in her juicy sheath. Her body was limp beneath him, and her lip bled from where she must have bit back her cries. A deep flush tinted her skin.
“You are magnificent,” he breathed.
Her eyes fluttered open, and the look in them was soft as down. “No. You are.” Her trembling arms lifted and curved around him. Her legs pressed against his sides. “Come,” she whispered, “take from me what you need. Until you have your satisfaction, I am unfulfilled.”
Mark’s gut wrenched, and a choked gasp escaped him as his cock pulsed eagerly. “What I need?” He thrust deeply. “This is what I need.” He thrust again, pulling his knob nearly halfway out then shoving all the way in to the root. “I need to be inside you.”
Passion moaned weakly.
He kissed her bruised lips, and the taste of her blood fired his own. Pressing his stomach to hers, he scooped his hands beneath her back and gripped her shoulders. With each driving push into her body, he felt the powerful knock of his prick within her.
“I can feel my prick fucking you,” he growled. His head pounded with exhilaration. “It’s so deep inside you.”
He slammed into her over and over, luxuriating in each pounding assault.
Passion’s eyes glittered. “Fuck me,” she whispered. Her arms tightened around him. “Fuck me.”
Mark’s sperm churned in his balls. His vision narrowed. Everything disappeared from sight but Passion. She was the only thing that mattered. She was the sole object of his desire. She was the cup into which he would pour his seed—and his hope.
He fucked with a wild ferocity. His hips pistoned hard and high, and with every deep stroke, his heavy, sperm-laden sac slapped her firm bottom. The sound and feel of each smack drove him mad with excitement.
His muscles strained. Blood pounded in his head. He pummeled her cunt with his cock and, pressing his body against hers, he touched her everywhere—arms, torso, cheek.