“I fucking love the way you look when you’re jealous,” Cody stops me from finishing my sentence, closing the distance between us and whispering into my ear. I can’t lie, his words make me go from angry to wet before you can even say “twelve-inches.”
“Let’s go home, Cody. Right now,” I find myself saying, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a rush. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”
“See? Now you’re talking, ‘sis.” He responds, taking his cellphone out from his pocket, and firing up the Uber app. Biting down on my lower lip, I turn on my heels and cross the room, going straight toward Alicia.
“I have to go,” I tell her, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Cody’s not… feeling so well,” I lie, but Alicia’s having none of it.
“Oh,” she starts, narrowing her eyes into slits as a devious grin takes shape on her lips. “Unwell. Are you going to nurse him back to health, then?” she teases me, reading the eagerness on my face.
“I might.”
“Then get the hell outta here,” she whispers at me, and I don’t need her to tell me that a second time. I go back to Cody and, arm-in-arm with him, leave the hotel ballroom Alicia and Derek booked for the party.
The Uber we called for is already waiting for us at the entrance. The doorman tips his hat with a queasy smile, probably taking us for a couple, and we get inside the car as fast as we can.
Even though the beach house is just ten minutes away from the hotel, the ride home feels like forever. I’m so anxious to be alone with Cody that I can barely breath. And this after I promised myself that I wouldn’t allow myself to succumb to him. Why are forbidden things always the best ones?
“Thank you,” Cody tips the driver as the black car halts to a stop in front of our beach house. I stumble out of the car, fishing for the keys inside my purse, but Cody just stops me. He dangles his own keys in front of my face and then winks at me, walking around the house and toward the back.
I follow after him and, since it’s already hard, I lose him from sight the moment he turns around the corner. I then see his silhouette against the gate that leads to the swimming pool in the back of the house, and then the gate creaks as it swings open. We both step into the outer patio, the swimming pool lights the only illumination in the place.
He comes up behind me, his hands on my thighs and his lips on my neck. A shiver goes up my spine as I remember how good it is to have his body pressing down on me.
“I want to fuck you right here,” he says and, even though I can’t see him, I know he has that devilish grin on his face.
“So what are you waiting for?” I ask, teasingly. As a reply, his hand goes around my waist and under the folds of my dress, his fingers sliding up my leg and resting exactly on the right spot. He presses there, pulling me into him; and, just like that, I’m a wet mess. Cody knows exactly which buttons to push and he sure as hell doesn’t hold back; he pulls my thong to the side, brushing his index finger over the wet lips of my pussy and resting it over my clit.
“You’re right; let’s not wait,” he whispers against my ear, gently rubbing my clit and making me bite on my lower lip. I should've known that I can’t simply tease him and then wait for him to hold back. I mean, he’s Cody, what else can I expect from him?
He slides one finger inside me and I gasp, my pussy tightening as he goes deeper. With my ass pressing against his crotch, I can feel his massive erection growing as he fingers me. Just fuck me already, I think, enjoying the way the shape of his huge cock presses against me over my dress. In this moment, I wouldn’t complain if he bent me over the garden rails close to the pool, lifted up my dress, and simply rammed it inside me. Being with him feels too good for me to be rational right now.
What happened to that naive and innocent girl, the Kim that always does the right thing? Cody and his gigantic cock happened, it seems. Since the first time in his room, when he fucked me like no one ever had, that I seem to have become desperate for sex. I just can’t lie about this anymore. Not a minute goes by without me reliving those moments over and over again in my head, becoming wet as I imagine his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy… No wonder women are all over him: he has the perfect looks, he’s reckless and, to top it all off, not only does he have a massive cock, but he also knows how to handle it perfectly. Perfect doesn’t even start to describe him.
He slides his finger out, grabbing my thong and pushing it down my legs. My heart’s racing; I feel completely out of control, ready to have him fuck me senseless.
I turn to him, my parted lips aching for his kiss. My hand goes to his crotch and I grab at the bulging shape that tents his pants. It drives me completely out of my mind, knowing that he’s so hard because of me. I hook my fingers on his belt and pull him to me, smacking my lips against his. He lets me do it willingly, and soon he’s grabbing me by the ass as we kiss passionately, our tongues wrestling against each other.
I unbuckle his belt, the metallic sound of the buckle coming free, an aphrodisiac song to my ears. I unzip his pants and press my hand against his boxer briefs, aching to feel his cock o
n me. My fingers slide under his boxers and I cup his huge balls, gently making them roll over in my hand; then I go up, curling my fingers around his massive shaft. I swear to God, there’s nothing better in the whole world than to know that a cock like this is mine to enjoy.
As I start to stroke him I motion to kick my high heels out, but he just presses his legs against mine and stops me.
“No,” he whispers, “keep them on.”
Nice thinking, Cody, I think to myself, imagining how it will feel to be completely naked (aside from my heels, of course), my hands against the wall of the house as he fucks me mercilessly from behind.
I pull his shirt out of his pants as I stroke him, anxious to see him naked in all his gloriousness. But I have all the time in the world, and there’s no need for me to rush things. So, with his cock in my hand, I simply kneel on the grass, right in front of him.
“You’re so big,” I whisper, running my index finger from his balls to his tip and looking up at him.
“It sure is. And right now it’s all yours,” he replies with a grin, anxious to have his cock firmly nestled inside my mouth. I let my tongue out and brush it against his tip, swirling it around and around as I start to stroke him once more. I lean in one more inch, touching him with my slightly parted lips. He places his hands on top of my head and I can already feel the tension on his fingers as he fights against the urge to simply push my head down and get deep inside my mouth.
I don’t want to make him wait but, in a way, I just love to tease him like this. I run my tongue up and down his cock, licking it softly, kissing at it without doing anything more than just brush my lips against it. He’s going insane with anticipation so, not wanting to torture him endlessly, I just lay my lips against his tip and open my mouth. His cock goes deep inside my mouth so fast I think I might gag, but once there, my tongue goes to work almost immediately, lapping at it hungrily. I bob my head back and forth, stroking him all the way in a matching rhythm to that of my mouth. With my free hand I cup his balls, caressing them carefully and enjoying their warmness against my skin.
His fingers grab my hair by the root and soon he’s no longer following my movements but guiding them, telling me exactly the pace he wants from me. I love the way he’s using me, his cock fucking my mouth as if I can suck him like no other woman can.
He eases his pace then, making me slow down. I obey, my lips patiently sliding over his cock as I pull it out from my mouth. I lick my lips, his flavor still lingering there, and look up at him with a mischievous grin on my face.