Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

He took a step back and kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled the black sweater over his head to reveal his rock-solid body underneath. Honestly, on New Year’s Eve I was so drunk and horny that I barely noticed his body. Well, most of his body. There was one part I remembered well and dreamt of often. But the man standing before me now took my breath away.

He looked like a Greek god or some dude out of a magazine.

I silently thanked the man upstairs for the bounty I was about to receive.

Conner had told me that he was a runner and a fitness buff, and his body showed it. There was not an ounce of fat on his lean frame that I could see. His shoulders and arms rippled with muscle. His hairless chest was round and firm, his nipples pink and hard like little pebbles. He had a six-pack and his sides cut into a vee that disappeared into his tight jeans.

“Holy crap, you look like you’ve been Photoshopped,” I said with a giggle, recalling a favorite line from a movie I’d seen. I put my hand to my chest and pretended that I couldn’t catch my breath. “You look so… hard…”

“You ain’t seen anything yet,” he said with a devilish grin. I held my breath as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I could see the thick bulge of his cock in the front of his jeans. When he hooked his thumbs in the waist of the jeans and pushed them down his legs, his long, thick cock sprang free and bounced in the air for a second.

“You like my little friend?” he asked as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly slid his hand back and forth. “Because he certainly seems to like you.”

“Oh… my… goodness… I like your little friend… very much…” I said, licking my lips. Conner’s cock was ten-inches long, veiny and thick, like a big sexy sausage. The head was crimson and moist, like a ripe plum. Flashbacks of sucking his cock that first night in my foyer flashed through my mind. I had not taken the time to appreciate his size that much. Tonight, however, I planned on taking all the time in the world to appreciate every inch that he had to offer.

“Now you,” he said, his hand moving back and forth, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. “Get out of those clothes. Show me what you’ve got.”

I slid off the bed and kicked off my shoes. I pulled the sweater over my head and tossed it aside. Conner sighed happily when he saw my big milky tits in the tight black bra.

“You love my little friends?” I asked.

“I do love your friends, though I would never call them little,” he said. “Keep going. Get rid of that fucking bra. Now.”

I reached around to unhook the bra and my tits bounced free. My nipples were red and swollen, aching for his touch and his lips. I pressed my arms against the sides of my tits and stuck out my chest for him. “How’s that? Do you like what you see?”

“Oh yes… very much… Your tits are… amazing…”

“Thank you,” I said playfully. “They can’t wait to meet you up close.”

“Get rid of those pants,” he said, his breathing growing heavy. “Strip them off. Show me your beautiful pussy.”

I giggled at our dirty talk. I had only been with a few guys and most of them were the “wham bam thank you ma’am” types who grunted a lot, but didn’t talk. Just to hear Conner say the word “pussy” made my waterworks start to flow.

I did as commanded. I slid the jeans down my legs, then the panties. I stepped out of them, and kicked them aside. I stood naked before him now, which was weird for me. I was not shy or ashamed of my body, but I had never flaunted myself in front of a man before. At work, I dressed like an old librarian. Even at the beach I wore a one-piece and a floppy hat. But standing naked in front of Conner was different somehow. I felt free. I felt sexy. I wanted to do things that I’d only done in dirty dreams.

I cupped my tits in my hands and rolled my thick nipples between my fingers and thumbs. My pussy was shaved clean for him. I could feel the juices flowing heavy from deep inside me.

“You are beautiful, Katie O’Hara,” he said, taking a step closer. “Just beautiful.”

“You’re pretty fucking beautiful yourself, Conner McGee,” I said with a breathy smile.

“Get back on the bed,” he commanded.

I put my palms on the bed and hefted myself up. I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide for him. “Now what, my lord?”

“Now, touch yourself,” he said. His hand slowly milked his long shaft, but he had not touched me. “Touch your clit. Finger your pussy.”

I hesitated for a moment, then did as he wished. I leaned back on one elbow and slid my right hand down my stomach and across my shaved mound. My clit was pink and swollen. The breath caught in my throat when my fingers slid over it.

“That’s it… get your fingers wet… touch yourself…” Conner’s eyes were glued to my cunt, wide with anticipation. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his lips. His hand kept moving over the shaft of his long cock.

I dipped my fingers between my moist pussy lips to lubricate them, then rubbed the juices into my clit hood, which plumped at my touch. I started breathing hard as I rolled my fingers back and forth over the little nub hidden underneath.

“Pull back your clit hood,” he said, his hand moving faster now. “I want to see the little man in the boat.”

I used two fingers of my left hand to pull back my clit hood, exposing the pink little knob of my clit. It was glistening and hard. I wet my fingers again and slid my finger around the nub. Intense shockwaves shot through my body. I gasped for air as my pussy gushed with hot juices.

“Keep going,” Conner said, stepping closer now, but still not touching me. “Finger your pussy. Rub your clit and fuck your pussy.”