14

Ella

I watched him drop his robe to the floor and it gave me a chance to survey his body. His tanned skin was pulled taut along every single muscle his body had to boast of while his cock grew between his legs. His arms were throbbing, veins bulging from his forearms while his eyes took me in. I shook underneath his gaze while I took deep breaths as I tried to steady my body.

I wanted to take the initiative. I wanted him to know that I enjoyed his body as much as he enjoyed mine. I wanted to look at him while the sun streamed in through the massive windows of his home. I wanted to see his naked body backdropped with the white and gray extravagance of his home. I wanted to envision where I would rake my fingernails so I could mark his body like I knew he’d marked mine.

I could feel his marking throbbing along my back and neck as he slowly approached me.

“You look a little scared, Miss Ella. Is something the matter?”

I felt my hands shaking as he slowly approached me. I started backing down the hallway, moving towards his kitchen while he stalked me like his prey. I’d never felt this way around a man-- I’d always had confidence. I was the black widow, seeking out men I could devour before casting them off to the side.

I felt my back hit the corner of a counter, stopping my body as he slowly closed the gap. His dark eyes hooked on to mine, never letting me go while his muscles slowly came into contact with my reddening skin.

And then, he slowly brought his lips to the shell my ear.

“Cat got your tongue?”

In that very instant, I threw my arms around his neck. I attached my teeth to his neck, listening to him groan as his arms wrapped around my waist. He hoisted me onto the counter, my legs spread for him while my pussy began to glisten, and my tongue raked down to his chest before his hand curled into the tangled locks of my hair.

He pulled my face slowly up to meet his before he crashed his lips down onto mine. I could feel them swelling underneath the pressure, my body trembling as his free fingertips danced along my back. I shivered underneath his touch while I locked my legs around his waist, but when I pulled him closer I could feel his cock teasing my dripping entrance.

“You’re the breakfast I wanted this morning,” he whispered into my lips. I bucked my hips forward and gobbled his dick down. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, moaning with pleasure as his hand sank to my back. I wrapped my arms underneath his arms, digging my fingernails into the thick muscles of his back while his cock throbbed against my walls. There was no amount of caffeine that could wake me the way his cock just had, and I rolled my hips into him, trying desperately to get him to move.

He planted his hands onto the counter while his tongue raked down my chest. My hands released his back and planted onto the surface so I could keep myself upright. His hands slid to my hips, pulling me to the edge while his lips caught one of my nipples. The warmth cascaded down my body, puckering every single hair follicle he could see.

I felt the menacing grin around my tit just before his hips began to thrust into mine.

“Holy fuck, Foster. Yes.”

With every thrust, my tits bounced in his face. My hands dug into the counter, though where I really wanted to put them was all along his back. I wanted to mark him in ways he would feel in the morning. I wanted him to go to work and think of me every time he got up from his chair. I wanted him to sit in his meetings and salivate over me. I wanted my pussy juices to get stuck in his nose so every time he talked to another woman he could only think of the way my pussy was devouring him now.

But, his hands rounding against my ass pulled me from my thoughts before he hoisted me from the counter.

“Hang on,” he said.

He walked us down the hallway with his dick still growing against my pussy walls. I clamped down around him and felt his walking stutter, and I grinned into his skin before he let out a light chuckle. This man, with his opulence and his cocky arrogance, stumbled whenever my pussy hung him up in a vice grip.

So, I did it again just as he was walking around a corner.

“You better be careful with that little talent,” he murmured. “It might just get you into trouble.”

And I answered him with another clamp.

In that very second, he ripped himself from between my legs and dropped me to my feet. He spun me around and pressed my bare tits up against the full-length window of his living room. The cool glass puckered my tits to almost painful peaks before he grabbed onto my hips, and he wrenched them towards him before he slid in without a second thought.

I groaned as I laid my forehead against the cool glass. He bottomed out, his balls dangling between my legs while my juices began to drip down my thighs. He had me spread for the entire world to see. I looked down at the people below, watching nothing but dots maneuver along the pavement.

Then, I felt his tongue dart out and take my earlobe between his teeth while my body shuddered against him.

“Take me, Foster. Please,” I whispered.

He slowly drew out and slammed back in, causing me to moan out against the glass. He pulled out and slammed in, shivering my body with every thrust he took. I could feel his balls slapping against my swollen clit. I could feel my juices coating them as they swung heavily between my legs. His pace picked up as his fingertips dug into my hips, and I knew I would be able to feel his fingerprints upon my skin later on in the evening.

I reached back and grabbed the tendrils of his hair, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. His tongue lapped out, peppering my skin with kisses and licks while his hips began to pick up their pace. Skin slapped skin and juices splattered onto the glass, and soon the entire window was fogged with the salacious words pouring from our mouths.

“Holy fuck. Just like that. Don’t stop. Harder. Please. Make me jump for you, Foster.”

“Shit, your pussy’s so tight. Fuck, these legs of yours. I want to run my tongue along them. I love the smell of your pussy. Gobble me down, Ella. Take all of me.”

I planted my hands on the window and released his hair before he reared back and picked up his assault. My hips hurt in all the best ways while my pussy began to swell around him. Soon, my walls were clamping down onto him and my legs were shaking, threatening to give way while his hands steadied my hips.

“Cum for me, Ella. Cum around this thick cock.”

“Foster. Holy shit, Foster. You feel so good. You hit all the-... right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Right there. Keep going. Yes!”

I unraveled around him. My body shook and my knees gave way. I felt his arms pick me up while he continued to thrust into me, but the moment my pussy started to pull him deeper into my body I felt his hips stutter. His cock grew against my walls, threatening to split me in half as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Then, I felt it.

I felt his cock pump me full of his essence.

He filled me to the brim before it started to spurt out from between my legs. His juices dripped down the inside of my thighs as my body collapsed against the window, trembling with its exertion while he lined my spine with kisses. I could feel his muscles twitching, trying to recover from the energy he’d just put into giving me pleasure. But, all he could do was lay deep into my body, pinning me to the window while the both of us looked out onto the city.

“You make me feel beautiful,” I whispered.

“Because you are, Miss Ella. Because you are.”

We sank to his floor before he finally pulled out from between my legs. We laid up against his window, our bodies covered in sweat and cum before I slowly leaned over onto him. His fingertips danced in my hair, slowly untangling it as the two of us tried to catch our breaths.

Then, his phone rang out again, destroying the moment we’d worked so hard to create for ourselves.