Bucked
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As I feel my body respond more and more, I know I’m playing with fire. There’s absolutely no way I can get out of this; it just feels too good. How could I have known how amazing it would be to be with him? How can I blame myself for enjoying the best experience in my life, I wonder, as his tongue teases me, he nibbles on my neck, and his hand slides up my torso to cup my breast. I shiver as he runs his thumb over my nipple, and at the same time bites my lower lip gently.
Before I know it, we lie down, the champagne forgotten, and I feel his body pressing against mine. I’m almost scared to touch him, but too aroused not to. My hand slides down his back and presses his jean-clad buttock. He’s firm, supple, and strong, and I pull him against me, just like I’ve been fantasizing about ever since I first saw him. I can feel his hard length pressing against my thigh and I can’t deny it—he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever come across, or more than that, bigger than anyone I’ve ever heard of. That’s another thing that scares me about Kanen. Can I accommodate a massive cock like his? It’s gotta be at least nine inches pressing against me. And it’s ready, and demanding.
But I have to admit that I really want to try to take him in. My body wants him, and it feels amazing. I’m lengthening and widening deliciously, and I can feel that I’m getting soaking wet.
“Chastity,” he murmurs into my neck. “You’re so goddamned sexy. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Oh, Kanen,” I reply, “Should we really be doing this?” I falter. “We barely even know each other.”
“I know everything I need to know about you,” he murmurs. “Just from looking in your eyes.”
“What? What can you tell from that?”
“I can tell that you’ve been hurt.” He says softly, and in a truthful way that hits me right in the heart. “I can tell that you’ve had what you love taken away from you. I don’t know how, or when, but I know about it. That’s what I mean. It’s in your eyes. Don’t worry,” he continues softly, his hand caressing my face. “It’s not obvious all the time. I just catch a flash every now and then. But long enough to recognize it. It’s unmistakable.”
I turn away, shocked. I don’t really know how he can tell these things. I keep those kinds of feelings locked inside, where I can’t even find them most of the time. So how does this man know?
“You’re just like me,” he says. “I see it in you because I know it in myself. I don’t know why but we’re peas in a pod, you and I. And that’s one part of what attracts me to you so much. You’re not just an empty shell, no matter how beautiful that shell might appear. It’s your soul that I see, Chastity,” he whispers. “That’s why it’s enough for me right now, to feel like I know you well, to make love to you.”
If I were standing, my knees would buckle, I’ve become so weak. I have no control over this. I was arrogant to think that I would be able to control him. No, Kanen is the one in control now. And I’m submitting. But is he just sweet-talking me? Is this the Southern way? Does it matter? It just feels so incredibly good to be held and loved and whispered to.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I murmur into the air, as his lips get closer and closer to the stiffening nub of my nipple. “You know, you could have any girl you want. They’re falling at your feet.”
“But it’s you that I want,” he says, looking me in the eyes. “Can’t you tell, baby?”
For sure I can tell. It’s obvious. His desire is pressing up against me, pushing against me, and unbidden, my hand slide across the denim to feel him. He’s hard as a rock. My hand hungrily examines the contours of his massive cock in these jeans, excited to be able to tell how strongly he wants me.
“Oh Chastity, don’t do that if you don’t mean it,” he says, a warning in his eyes.
“I’ve never meant anything more,” I breathe, and I know it’s true. “I never wanted anyone more.”
He kisses me, and I return the kiss, my hand sliding back over him, pulling him toward me as my legs open and he climbs on top. I can’t stop. I want him, and if I thought I could handle a one-night stand, I’m no longer so sure of myself. I’m not sure about anything anymore. I’m in danger now. But I also know that I can’t stop it even if I tried. It’s not just not being able to control him... I don’t have any control over myself anymore. My body moves with him, out of its own volition.
Being with Kanen is like a moving train. Powerful, unstoppable.
And as I wrap my legs around Kanen and grind against him, I decide to let whatever happens happen. At least for tonight.
“Chastity,” he murmurs into my ear. “You mind if I slide your jeans off?”
“Please do. I’d love it,” I say, and as he undoes the buckle and zipper, I wriggle out of them, my breasts jiggling under my top. He takes advantage of the moment, and slides a finger inside me while sucking on the rosy peak of my breast.
“You’re so soft and wet,” he murmurs, the breath against my nipple cold, making it even harder. “You’re so tight and perfect. Chastity, you have the best pussy. The best...”
I moan, past the point of forming words. If I thought the foot massage was good, this is transcendent, having his hand move inside me, feeling his fingers slickly press in and out, anticipating his sex stretching me as his fingers caress my g-spot.
His mouth trails down my stomach, until he gets to my sex, and as he presses his finger in and out, he sucks gently on my clit, sending shivers down my spine. His tongue is wet, soft, and tireless. I twine my hand into his hair as he licks and sucks me, and his hair is soft. Feeling him pleasure me is so good. He looks up at me, loving to see me enjoying every movement he’s making. For a moment I wonder if we’re safe, if nobody will come across this path and find us here, but I can’t worry about it for long, because it just feels so good. I get closer and closer until I can’t take it anymore. I just want him inside.
“Oh Kanen, please, fuck me,” I find myself begging. I’ve never said such a thing before, but I can’t help myself. I need to feel his cock inside me while he holds me tight, filling me over and over again.
“Lord, baby. With pleasure,” he smiles, and gets up on his knees to release his belt buckle. When he pulls his jeans down, his cock springs from its fabric confines, bouncing a little as he pulls down his boxer briefs. He pulls a Magnum out of his back pocket and quickly sheathes his shaft, and then he teases my clit softly with the tip of his cock, sliding it over my petals, and around my opening. I squirm and moan, and when he finally gives me the entire length in one slow push, I gasp with pleasure and even a tiny seasoning of pain that only heightens how amazing it feels.
“Oh Kanen,” I cry out. “Fuck, Kanen, it’s so good!” And it is. He’s stretching me like I’ve never been stretched, making me feel things I didn’t know were possible.
“You’re so beautiful, Chastity. I could fuck your sweet pussy all day and all night,” he moans into the flesh of my shoulder, and then punctuates his words with a little bite, which makes me squeal. I writhe beneath him, wanting him, needing him, squeezing him with my pussy, trying to hold on as long as I can to this bronco. My breathing is shaky. I haven’t had sex with anyone but Jeffrey, and it was nothing like this.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” I whisper, incredulous, as his length thrills me. He circles his hips around in a slow circle before pulling almost all the way out.
“You can take the whole thing,” he says. “It’s for you baby, every inch.” His cock slides into me again, stretching me, caressing me. Every thrust makes me get closer and closer to the peak, and I shiver as the tension builds inside me, and when I finally come, it’s blinding.