“Now, Blue. I need you now,” she begs. The name she’s given me, and the sound of her pleas make my already hard cock swell even more.
She releases me after a few more strokes and sits on the bed with her legs wide, inviting me to take her. She scoots back and grabs the condom. Bringing it to her mouth, she bites down on a corner and rips it open, spitting the small portion from her mouth onto the bed beside her.
Fuck! I’ve never had a woman want it so bad before.
I crawl between her legs and reach for the condom, before she has a chance to put it on me herself.
“You just lay there, baby, and let me do this.”
I slip it on, gritting my teeth when my hand slides against the hard flesh. This woman has my ability to stay in control wearing thin. Once the condom is in place, I fall forward and brace my hands on either side of her head. Through the dark, her blazing green eyes stare up at me, begging me in their depths to sink inside her willing body. For some reason, I want to take my time with her, to cherish her body and take her slowly. By the way she’s arching up into me, trying to mold her body with mine, I don’t think she’ll allow that.
She sucks in a sharp breath when my dick makes contact with her soft, wet flesh. Her legs squeeze around my waist, trying to draw me down closer. I know what she wants.
“You want this dick inside you, baby?” I taunt, letting the tip slide against her clit.
Her nails dig into my back, almost painfully. “Yes,” she hisses, rocking her hips up, trying to pull me in deeper. “Stop screwing around and fuck me.”
“Say please.” I know I shouldn’t push her. It’s mean, and downright dirty, but I like seeing the desperation in her eyes.
I grunt when her nails rake down my back to my ass. She doesn’t answer. Instead, she digs her heels in my upper thighs and grips my ass cheeks with her claws, at the same time she angles her hips just right and lifts herself up. She only manages to slip an inch of me inside her. I grin and take pity on her. Still bracing my arms beside her head, I slam my hips forward. She cries out at the unexpected intrusion into her body. I see black spots behind my closed eyelids. Never in my fucking life have I felt a pussy as tight, or as good as hers.
“Holy fucking hell,” she breathes out below me.
I slowly drag my hips back and drive forward. I do this over and over again. My eyes can’t decide if they want to stay pinned on her bouncing tits or her rapture-filled face. My body is strung tight, every muscle tense with pleasure. I grunt and groan and fuck my cock into her willing cunt.
She lifts her legs higher up my waist. I throw them over my arms and lean back down, nearly folding her in half. I obviously hit her sweet spot with the new position, because she starts thrashing her head from side to side, crying out her pleasure. Her tightness damn near strangles my dick. It’s a good kind of pain that I want more of.
“Oh my God, harder. Fuck me harder,” she moans.
Fucking hell! This woman can take a lot. If I fuck her much harder, there won’t be anything left of either of us.
Still, I give her what she wants.
“You want more?” She nods. “Hold on tight, baby,” I warn, before slipping my arms beneath her back and grabbing her shoulders. Keeping my eyes glued to her delirious ones, and using a strength I normally wouldn’t use while fucking a woman, I slam my hips forward, at the same time I pull her down by her shoulders. The force is so strong, it’s nearly painful when my pubic bone crashes against the underside of her thighs. She seems to think it’s the best fucking feeling in the world, though. She screams as her walls clamp down on me. Her nails dig holes into my ass, and her legs grip me like she never plans to let go.
Her release triggers my own. Every single molecule of my body has tiny sparks running through it. My muscles spasm as intense pleasure rushes through my limbs. My cock throbs and my teeth grind together as I pump my seed into the condom covering my cock, suddenly and irrationally wishing I was bare, and her pussy was filling with my cum.
I release her legs and they drop down beside my hips, and my forehead lands on her shoulder. Our chests heave against the others with our harsh breathing, and our hearts pound rapidly in an unsteady rhythm. I lay a kiss against her neck, roll to my side, and dispose of the condom by tying the end and dropping it to the floor beside the bed. It takes me several moments before I can catch my breath. When I look over at her, her eyes are content, and she looks sated as fuck, leaving me feeling more satisfied than I’ve ever felt after being with a woman.
I’m not sure what it is about her, but I know she’s different. I know deep down in my gut she’s going to wreck me in ways that could completely destroy me. I may have just met her tonight, but I have no doubt in my mind she’ll play a big role in my future.
Chapter Three
Abby
I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t turn to look. Truth be told, I’m scared of what I might see. Of all the guys I’ve slept with, and believe me, there have been way more than I could ever count, I’ve never had one give me as much pleasure so fast as the guy beside me. I call him Blue because I don’t want to use his real name. It makes it too personal. Just like with kissing. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I felt a connection, even through the hatred he showed. It was an intense connection I’ve never felt before. I didn’t like it. When I ran into him tonight, I wanted to ignore it, ignore him, but my treacherous body wouldn’t allow it. The cramps were getting unbearable, and I had just started my search for my guy for the night.
The first thing I noticed was the tight, muscled chest. Unconsciously, my nails dug their way into the hardness. Next was his heady scent; woodsy, soap, and all male, a smell that had my body vibrating. Luckily, I was still coherent enough to hold back from leaning forward and sniffing him. His dark brown hair was thick, and just long enough to touch his ears. His face was covered with a light dusting of stubble, just like the first night, and just the way I like my men. He’s tall, well built, and very masculine. When I looked up into his eyes, I was struck dumb. They were the most amazing eyes I had ever seen. They were a gorgeous blue, that reminded me of the Caribbean. It would be so easy to get lost in them. The only thing that pulled me out was the knowledge that he was the guy from a couple nights ago, that practically slapped me in the face with his sneering look. Even still, it didn’t take me long to be captured once again by his eyes, and his hands that were creeping toward my ass. My body responded with a “hell yes!” before I could stop it. He’s the perfect package.
What surprised me the most was when I almost let him kiss me in the parking lot. I wanted his lips on mine. I never want a man’s lip on me, ever. I was curious about his taste, something else that’s never happened before. I had to force the thoughts away before I did something I knew I would regret later.
The bed shifts beside me, and a second later, his hard cock is laying against my hip as he rolls to face me. His hand lands just below my tits. I look down at his dick, then up at him. He’s leaning up with his elbow on the mattress, his head in his hand. I raise a brow, slightly amused that his body still seems unsatisfied, when I know damn good and well he just had one of the best sexual experiences of his life. That’s not me being conceited, that’s me knowing by the way he took me, and his reaction when he had his orgasm.
His eyes twinkle when he looks down at where my eyes just were. “Sorry, not sorry. I can’t help if he wants more.”
“You didn’t get enough the first time?” I ask, but I’m silently glad he still wants more. Normally, I’m satisfied with having a man once a night, but tonight, my body is demanding more too.
“Oh, I got enough. I just want more.”