“Oh, Zola,” he groaned. “I love what I see.”
He entered me, fitting that cock between my thighs and grabbing my hips with both hands. I relished in the plunge of his hard body into mine. He started at a slow, torturous pace. Like on the dance floor, he controlled the rhythm and speed.
And it drove me wild.
Pumping slowly, in and out, he moved one hand up to my breasts and toyed with my nipples.
“Hunter.”
“I should’ve fucked you long ago.” He groaned and sped up the pace, moving hard and fast, rocking the couch and me. “I should’ve taken this pussy long ago.”
“Oh.”
“Do you want it harder, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, fuck.” He slammed into me, going deeper than anyone had ever gone before. I was under his towering muscular weight, pinned down by my ass, with no desire to leave. His thrusts came harder and my body shuddered, unable to stop the ribbons of pleasure unfolding throughout me.
“You’re going to come all over this cock.”
“Oh.”
“And when that pussy explodes, I’m going to come all over those beautiful breasts.” One brutal delicious thrust came and then another and another, until I drowned in him.
Our bodies merged.
We were rhythm.
We were pleasure.
We were one and nothing at all.
He filled me in the most perfect way. He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, gliding in and out. I was nothing but my body. There was no thought in my head, no beat to my heart, no breath in my lungs. I was simply flesh drowning in lust.
“Oh, baby, I love you.” He jerked his hips and that big cock hit my inner walls in just the right spot. I shrieked broken moans, unable to stop myself.
“And this pussy is mine,” he whispered as if we’d been having a conversation on the matter.
“Mine.” He pulled that heavy cock out fast and then dove it right back in me. Sweat slicked down my skin.
He moved his hand from my breasts and slipped it down to my pussy, stroking my clit as he pumped.
That was the moment that pushed me over the edge. That was the moment when the whole room rocked. And I couldn’t get enough. Of him. Of his cock. Of this moment. I needed him inside me all the time.
Moaning, I glanced over my shoulder, needing to see his face when he came, and wanting him to see mine. He had to know what he did to me. And I needed to know what I did to him.
Our eyes met.
His stroke went deeper as he grunted, “Oh.”
My orgasm crashed hard into me without any warning. Unadulterated, erotic passion detonated violently in every part of me.
And I came again, this time harder and more intensely. And he followed, moaning with his mouth against my throat. Those dark, hot words whispered along my skin. “Oh, baby.”
25
The Nameless Fuck in the Alley
BROKENHEARTED
Where are they? This isn’t going according to plan.
It had just stopped raining, and she wanted me to fuck her in the alley.
Although she was a nameless girl that sat in a bar next to me on a lonely night, her hair was black, and she was so pale white that I had to try, just for a few seconds.
It will never be enough.
I guided her into the back entrance of the bar and led her outside. She stumbled in a puddle. I grabbed her hand and helped her to the other side of a dumpster, so it could shield us from people walking by on the sidewalk.
She slurred the words, “I’ve never had a black guy before.”
“I’m sorry.” I turned her around, so she faced the wall. “Now you’ll get that chance.”
“I’m so ready.” She placed her hands on the wet brick.
I yanked her dress up. The moonlight hit her pale ass. She hadn’t worn any panties under that black leather skirt.
I gripped the back of her head hard, fisting her hair in my fingers. “You wanted to get fucked tonight, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I unzipped my fly and used my free hand to probe her ass, sticking my index and middle finger inside, massaging the cherry bud opening.
She moaned.
“You want it deep in your ass?”
“Yes.”
I inhaled her and didn’t enjoy the scent.
It wasn’t love.
No. This doesn’t help. Nothing will help.
Frowning, I put my dick away, zipped my pants, and left the nameless girl in the alley, slurring at me to come back.
This must come to an end. I can’t walk this earth anymore.
26
The Bacon Dance
Zola
Later that night, I opened my eyes.
The bedroom’s suite was dark. Earlier, Hunter had fucked me on the couch. I passed out in his arms later, wondering if this would all be my new reality.
Now, Hunter lay next to me naked. It was the first time in a long time we’d been in bed together. Lounging in his arms brought back those cozy memories. I grinned. Long ago, I would’ve had to sneak into his room to cuddle.