Best of 2017

Her breathing is soft as she sleeps. The moonlight shines in from the window and blankets her chocolate-colored skin in a brilliant glow. She’s sleeping in the middle of the bed naked, the sheet tangled around her thighs. I smile knowing I gave her this space. This freedom. Just like every night, I strip out of my clothes and lie beside her. Her body is warm and inviting. My hard cock presses against her bare hip. It feels good to rub it against her smooth skin. Sometimes I can come just like that—with my dick sliding against her flesh.

Eager to touch her, I slide her dark hair away from her throat and press a kiss there. Every night, I worship my goddess. I kiss and taste her as she sleeps. I caress her huge tits and tweak her nipples. I finger her cunt and make her moan.

She never opens her eyes.

Her breathing remains the same.

But often, I wonder if she’s awake.

My palm roams down her tit to her rounded belly. Possessively, I stroke her flesh and grab it. One day, I plan to bite and suck every inch of her. Tonight, I’m satisfied with simply holding her.

She rolls to her side, her back now to me, and I still my body. Then, her ass wiggles against me as if to invite me to touch her more. I never turn down such an invitation. My palm sneaks its way down between her thighs. I groan when I run my fingers along her seam and encounter wetness. Always wet when she sleeps. Wet for me.

“Good girl,” I murmur as I stroke her sweet spot.

Moans and whimpers purr from her. It makes me wonder if she thinks about me in her dreams. The man who killed her husband—the man she saved too by never telling cops. I inch my finger inside her tight channel. She’d feel so good wrapped around my cock. Perhaps one day.

My cock is alive and desperate between us. I rub it along the crack of her ass. Kiss after kiss along her shoulder, I worship her. Her ass continues to grind against me as though she’s begging for my dick. All I’d have to do was grab it and push it into the right hole—the hole that is weeping for me.

Would she panic when she awoke?

Call me a rapist and a killer?

“Please,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep.

Her voice is raspy and sexy. A voice I could come to just from hearing the sound of it.

I grip my dick and run it along her wet seam from behind. Once again, she pushes her ass toward me as if to plead for my cock. This is probably a terrible decision. A decision that could end badly when she comes to her senses.

And yet…

I push the tip of my cock into her soaked cunt. She moans which encourages me. Slowly, I urge myself the entire way in, reveling in the way her pussy seems to hug me. I’ve been inside countless chicks before but never one that felt this amazing. I’m bare and buried deep inside this woman and I’ve never felt so goddamned good in my entire life.

Her body seems to clench around my cock and I’ve yet to move. We’re connected. She’s mine. I run my tongue along the side of her neck that tastes salty from sweat and sweet from her scent. My fingers massage her clit and still I don’t thrust into her. I enjoy the way her pussy squeezes my dick as the pleasure begins to take over.

“So beautiful,” I murmur against her flesh and then drag my teeth along her neck until I find her ear. “So beautiful and mine.”

Another moan.

Needy as fuck.

The gripping her cunt keeps doing around my cock will make me come long before I’m ready. I rub her pussy faster, eager for her to orgasm all over my dick. I want her to drench me with it.

She whimpers and cries out, the pleasure too intense. That motherfucking husband never took the time to touch her—not in a way that actually made her feel good. He let someone like her go unsatisfied. I’d like to think he was saving her for me.

“That’s it,” I mumble, “come all over my dick, baby. If you come, I’ll fuck you so hard you scream.”

She shudders in my arms as an orgasm sweeps through her. Unlike those girls from school, she lets loose. Doesn’t try to hide the way I affect her. Her body trembles and she thrashes in pleasure. I start pumping into her, my thrusts hard and thunderous. My hand becomes greedy for her fat tits and I grip the closest one. I sink my teeth into her throat and nearly come from the sound of her surprised scream.

“You.” Her muttered word isn’t an accusation, it’s a prayer. A thank you. Motherfucking praise.

I lick away the pain I inflicted on her neck and kiss my way up to her ear. I suckle on her earlobe and then whisper dirty things to her.

I’m going to fuck you all night in the same bed where your now-dead husband used to sleep.

I’m going to fill your pretty cunt up with my seed.

I’m going to ruin you for any other man.

She cries out as if turned on by my savage words and comes hard. This time, I go with her. Together, we find a place between reality and dreams. We dance there—naked and embracing—for a brief moment. And then we’re back in the present. I’m grunting as my release spills inside her.

I’ve just fucked my widowed neighbor.

After I snuck into her house.

This is bad.

“That was so good,” she whispers, awe in her voice. “I’ve been fantasizing about it for a long time.”

Pride surges through me.

“How long?”

“Since you started driving.”

Thalia watches me too.

“Sixteen,” I growl. “So dirty.”

I pinch her clit and her pussy clamps around my cock again. “I looked but I didn’t touch,” she murmurs. “Unlike you.” This time, her tone is an accusation, but it’s filled with hurt. As if it wasn’t fair that she couldn’t reciprocate.

I smirk at her words. “How long have you known I’ve been touching you while you slept?”

“The very first time you touched me. It’s like you awoke the fiery woman I used to be. Made her see that life could be different. I pretended to be asleep,” she admits, her voice so soft I barely hear. “I wanted it.”

I slide my soaked, softened cock from her body and run my fingers through our spent orgasms. After I coat my fingers, I bring them to her mouth. “If you wanted it so bad, you should have said so.” I push my filthy fingers into her mouth. “You should have told me.”

She sucks off our juices so enthusiastically that my cock is raring and ready to go once more. When I pull my fingers away, she lets out a sigh. “I was afraid.”

I sit up on my elbow and grip her jaw to urge her face toward mine. In the dark shadows of the room, I can hardly make out her features. But I can feel her quick breaths tickling my face. “Afraid of me?”

“No, Thomas,” she says, my name on her lips making my dick thump in excitement. “I was afraid of the unknown. Afraid of him.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m free.”

I release her jaw and climb on top of her. Settling myself between her spread thighs, I once again push my erection deep inside her perfect cunt. My lips brush against hers in a soft kiss. “You know my name.”

“I know things too…”

“My sisters told you?”

She moans when I thrust into her hard. “Your dad. He’s so proud of you.”

I crush my lips to hers and kiss her passionately. I’ve waited for what feels like forever for this woman to kiss me back. And now she is. Her fingernails are digging into my muscled shoulders and her heels pushing into my ass. She urges me to fuck her. My sweet Thalia needs me. Our tongues dance together in a familiar way—as if each of us has been practicing in our dreams. I devour my woman as I drive into her. Hard. Unrelenting. Desperate.

I want to fill her up with every part of me.

Give it to her so good she’ll never desire anyone else.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “That feels so good.”

I pinch her nipple hard enough to make her cry out into my mouth and then I slide my hand between us. It doesn’t take much effort on her sensitive clit before I’ve worked her into a frenzy.