Billion Dollar Stranger

“Keep still, Nicole,” he says gruffly. “Or I won’t give you what you want.”

How does he know what I want when I don’t even know myself?

Does he mean his cock? I’m pretty certain it’s obvious I want that. My pussy is spread and waiting for him to fill it.

But that isn’t what he has in mind. The coldness on my taint is too much. No one has ever touched me there before, and I’m not sure if I like it. Then the coolness is replaced by the warmth of his breath, and then his tongue. Oh…the circling action feels so dirty, so wrong, but so right.

I wish my hands were free because I could stroke my own clit and come in a second.

Then I start to wonder what he’s working toward.

His cock is too big to penetrate me there. I’m not ready for that kind of sex, but he has me bound and placed perfectly. He could start with his tongue and stretch me with his fingers. He could push that bottle inside me and then his cock. I moan at the thought because, despite my fears, everything about this man is too sexy for me to handle.

“You like that?” he asks. How the hell do I respond to that? Saying yes gives him the green light to take me further, to go where I’m not comfortable. But isn’t that what this whole night is about?

He licks me again, pushing what feels like his thumb inside my pussy and nudging my G-spot. I feel like an instrument that he’s mastered with no practice. This man is a genius. I grunt like an animal, knowing that he has me close to coming again with so little effort.

Maybe it’s that sound, or maybe he’s just done with finding the restraint it takes to hold himself back from any real pleasure for himself. I can feel when he kneels up on the bed between my legs, and I’m frozen with the anticipation of what is to come. The press of his cock at the entrance to my pussy is too much and not enough. I’m desperate for him to fuck me, to open me up and take me as hard as he has promised, but he’s going too slowly. I nudge my hips back, but he pulls away. “Wait for it, baby. It’s so much sweeter when you wait.”

I groan in disapproval but still my hips anyway. When he finally shifts closer again, I stay as still as I can, letting him work in slowly, first pressing in the head, which opens me up like a fist, then inch after inch of his length, burning as it spreads me wide. When his hips are against my ass, and my pussy lips are pressed flat around his cock, I groan again.

Slow penetration feels so much better than rushed. Finding a man with so much restraint is opening my eyes to so many things.

His fingers dig into my sides like clamps as he starts to move.

“Fuck you feel good,” he grunts. “Look at your pretty little pussy, wrapped around my cock. God, it looks so fucking hot and wet. Your pussy is dribbling for my cock isn’t it?” He grabs hold of the cheek of my ass and squeezes hard. “You’re so pretty and porcelain perfect, but in your heart, you’re a bad, bad girl. You love getting fucked hard by a stranger, don’t you?”

I groan in agreement, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, hands clasped uncomfortably in front of me. He pulls at my hips, holding me so I can’t move, slamming into my pussy harder and harder until I’m sore, clit straining for relief. “I want to come again,” I rasp. “Make me come again.”

“You’ve been a good girl,” he grunts, pounding mercilessly as he finds my clit and rubs just above it.

“Oh…oh just like that,” I groan. “Just like that, don’t stop.”

His hips speed, slamming into me, pushing my body higher until my toes are digging into the bed for any kind of purchase.

“Come on, baby. Let it go. I want to feel your pussy clutch at my cock. I wanna see you dripping for me.”

“Oh, God.” He leans right over me then, pushing me hard into the bed, hand grasping the back of my neck and squeezing as he fucks my pussy raw. And I’m lost in the desperation in his motion, the desperation that claws inside my own body.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow, aren’t you? You’re going to go to your big important business meeting, and when you sit down, you’re going to flinch and think of me. Ah, baby, you feel so good. Give it to me.” He presses hard against the top of my clit, and it shouldn’t feel good, but it does. Oh…it does. I come, seeing stars, moaning like as animal, feeling his cock pulse, and his body seizes with his orgasm.