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All possibilities crossed my mind, I came to a conclusion—I didn’t care. He leaned over to kiss me. I leaned back away from his full lips. “I don’t think we should do this.” I was going to, but I didn’t want to go easy.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said with a gleeful smile.
“I’m not what you think I am?” I said, trying for respectability.
“You are exactly what I think you are?” he said with a twist of his head.
“Some kind of slut you can give wine to, and I’ll do anything to be near a rich good-looking guy like you?”
“So, you find me appealing.”
“Well, yes, in a kind of sexy odd way.”
“Now I’m sexy?” he questioned with a soft smile and glowing eyes. He moved closer and leaned into me. I tried to move away when he draped his muscular arm across my lap and trapped me.
“I didn’t quite mean it like that.”
“What if I told you that I’m attracted to you?” Mr. Black said, eyes penetrating my glance.
“What if I told you that I’m not attracted to you,” I said, wanting to take those words back the minute they slipped from my lips.
“Then, I’m hurt. Feel my heart, it’s broken.” Mr. Black took my hand and placed it to his hard chest. I felt his heart beating quickly as he nudged his face closer to my neck. My body responded to his closeness. His hand pushed my hair to the side, and he planted kisses on my neck, on my chin, and on my lips.
First, a soft kiss, then one on the nape of my neck. He placed his strong manicured hand around my back to brace me, threading his hand through my curly unruly auburn hair, and said, “I’m turned on by your lips, which makes me want to...” He didn’t finish his thoughts. He strummed his finger over my top lip. Maybe it was too soon for him to say that he wanted me to wrap my full lips around his hard dick.
Passing his finger on my bottom lip and letting it linger, his eyes smoldering and dark, he took my fingers and placed them in his mouth. I watched as he kissed them and then he closed his eyes and sucked them. I watched in wonder. I felt a tingle move down my breasts and settle on my clit, then down to my toes. This type of foreplay was new to me. I felt intensely drawn to him, like metal drawn to a magnet. There was something sinful about how he kissed my fingers and then his lips found my mouth.
His tongue swirled around and sucked my tongue for as long as he’d sucked my fingers. I tried to reciprocate drawing in his tongue, but he was in control and sucked my mouth dry, determined to seduce me with his foreplay, and I was more than determined to allow him.
Lowering his head to my neck, he softly nipped it. The sensation was felt in my folds. His hands grabbed both breasts and his fingers squeezed my nipples, until they rose and ached with pleasure. His dark-green eyes searched my eyes as he lay over me, biting my neck and squeezing my nipples harder. I didn’t cry out, because surprisingly, I enjoyed the intensity of his lovemaking. His gaze locked on me, and he saw in my eyes that I enjoyed every moment of his painful seduction.
“Does pain give you pleasure?” he asked meeting my gaze and his fingers tightening on my nipples. Yes, how did he know? I just found out.
“Yes, yes, harder,” I moaned breathless. His eyes gleaming, he pinched my nipples harder. My breathing intensified.
His head moved down, his short curly locks brushing against my breasts. I threaded my fingers through his dark locks, as he sucked each nipple, careful to tug each one in his teeth, until they rose and turned red. I gave out a low moan. When I shouted it was with pleasure. He appeared hungry for a body, and that body lay in his bed, and it was mine.
I felt as if I had won the lottery. I was a lucky fuck for the day.
The compromise of my beliefs for that beautiful man making a meal out of my breasts, gorging himself until he felt satisfied, filled me with pleasure. He took them in his hands, “These are beautiful, I can’t get enough of them...” he said, stroking them, pinching each nipple as they met his fingers. “...and they are mine.” A dark gleam settled in his eyes, a penetrating look that made me want to pull the straps of the silk top down my hips, leaving the thong, a thin strip up my ass crack, masquerading as underwear.
He helped pull the top down and looked on me with my breasts heaving up and down. He straddled me as his eyes searched every inch of my body, then he reached his large hands on both sides of the string, and with one jerk, the strings came undone, and his gaze lowered and settled on my pubic hair.
“Let it grow, don’t shave it again,” he demanded, then sliding down my body slowly, stopping to place a warm kiss on my stomach, his hands parted my legs, and he dropped his magnificent face between my legs. His tongue searched around my clit, until he found the spot he had been looking for. He caught me by surprise. My legs trembled, but soon relaxed and I opened them wide.
I carelessly draped my legs over his shoulder, which excited me as well as him, because he clutched them with both hands, never coming up for breath.
His head moved with the intensity and the rhythm of his tongue. I had wanted to know how it felt to have a man eat me. I had heard about it, but I didn’t know it was so pleasurable. His energy was boundless. His hands cupped my breasts, and his fingers pinched my nipples as he worked his tongue. He had mastered a rhythm with his lips, tongue, hands, and fingers—the epitome of extreme multi-tasking.
I had my first orgasm, and before I could yell, I had another one. It was a terrific feeling, and I could not contain a scream of pleasure. With a smile on his face, he moved and eased his body up, gazing into my eyes. I took his dick into my hands, and he looked at me, his eyes begging me to do something with it, or to it. It was so hard when I took it into my mouth, lying on my back, I feared that my mouth could not contain it.
He saw the panic in my eyes; I didn’t want to do the wrong thing, so I took it out. “I’ve never done this before,” I said, looking up at Mr. Black.
“I know,” he said softly.
How does he know, I asked myself? Now was not the time to analyze.
“I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you to satisfy me.” Those words sounded promising. Maybe I wasn’t a one-night stand after all, but I was certainly his cunt for the day. As he directed me to hold his warm dick in my hand, I clutched it gently. “No, you’re holding it like you’re afraid of it. Tighter.”
Finally, I got it. I felt in control as he tilted his head back, moaning with pleasure, “Alex, yes, that’s what I like. Now, suck it hard. I don’t want to fill your mouth with my come. I want to fill your pussy. I can’t wait.”
With little patience, I sucked the head of his penis; up and down my mouth took it in. I wanted to control that dark, handsome, sexy, and titillating love of my life, man of my dreams, fucking trouble, who had ruined me for other men.
Tasting a hint of warm fluid, dropping slow, drip by drip, until he pulled his dick from my mouth, and he held it with a painful expression, then with his strong arms, he lifted me up facing him.
With his head buried in my breasts, he whispered, “Put it in Alex.” I hesitated, my hands quivered at the thought of the pain his hot, wet penis would inflict on the walls of my vagina. I guided his hard penis to the entrance of my vagina and stopped. I glared at Mr. Black with panicked eyes. “You’re a virgin, I know. I’ll be careful.” His mouth locked around my nipple, his long arm reaching, and his fingers finding my folds, sending a current shooting to my toes. He opened my wet folds and inserted a finger, then gently another finger, then breached my walls. Taking his fingers out, he placed them to his nose and inhaled, then inserted them into his mouth on his tongue, and said, “It’s your smell that turns me on. That smell tells me no man has been here.”
Holding my breath, he plowed the tip of his heavy penis into my vagina, inch by inch, taking more of my opening, until he reached a roadblock, then with a quick thrust he filled my vagina, as if he had heard somewhere that to limit the pain and reach the summit of a mountain, he had to do it quickly.
The nerves of my clit came alive. Opening my mouth to scream, his mouth cupped my mouth, and he sucked my tongue in, rendering me speechless as he arched his body deep into my opening. I became used to his incredible hard penis. I took it in easily. It was a good fit. I knew it and he knew it.
Overmatched by his incredible body, his incredible lovemaking, his incredible handsome face, I yielded everything to him.
His energy was boundless. “I need more.” He glanced across my body instead of looking into my eyes. I didn’t say a word. I was numb from the meds, but I knew what I was doing and where I was going. He whispered, “I should have been gentle, but I couldn’t help myself. Your virgin pussy was so sweet and irresistible.” He looked like a child declaring that he could not resist a piece of candy.
Mr. Black’s face softened, and enjoyment and pleasure took hold. I wanted to give him the pleasure of my body where he would never forget me. As he thrust his dick into me once more, I met it with enjoyment, as I tried to find out just what turned on my gorgeous fuck of a man. My fingernails trailed up and down his back, until I found that he responded, “Fuck me, Alex, never stop. I love you, you’re mine, and I’m your first.”
And you will be my only man. I don’t want anyone but you. Ever! I thought.
Leaning his head back, his breathing intensified. I worked my hips at each positive expression on his face. His animalistic moans caused me to thrust forward into him, and milk his penis up and down with my tight cunt. His body shook violently with pleasure, and his come slowly drained into me.
He pulled me close, our eyes meeting as I lay with my head on his hard, muscular arm. I looked around and saw a large moon casting light on his hard chest. He knew all about me, but I knew nothing of him, except that I loved him, and he said that he loved me. I wanted to believe him.
Turning to face me with his hands between my thighs, he murmured, “Alex, you look so sexy. I want more of you.” He nudged under me and stroked my behind. His gaze covered my body as he fought off sleep, but he wasn’t successful, and sleep won out. I was too giddy to close my eyes. I just stared at him with his drop-dead gorgeous looks and body; his arm draped across my stomach. I wondered how I had gotten so lucky, then I realized that I had never been lucky. I turned, lying in his arms with my head on his chest, and I remained in a state of ignorant bliss.