ABBIE
Michelle finally badgered and harangued me enough to convince – or at least, coerce me – into going and seeing King. And, well, as soon as I saw him standing there, I knew I'd made the right choice – badgered and harangued or not. His long, shaggy blonde hair was loose and flowed around his face. He managed a look that was so tough and yet so beautiful at the same time.
Tattoos covered most of his arms, each one looking like a piece of art. His skin glistened with sweat as he stared back at me with blue eyes that were softer and sweeter than I ever could imagine from a rough and tumble guy like King. His facial hair was getting a bit out of control, though – but that scruffiness was downright sexy. Everything about him was just hot down to that toned and well-defined body that had driven me absolutely crazy at the bar.
“Somewhere private.”
That's all I asked of him – perhaps foolishly – and after he got me on to his bike, together we rode down the highway, my arms wrapped around that perfect body, holding onto him tightly. The roar and vibration of the bike's engine rustled things low in my body and ignited a fire inside of me that drove me crazy. Almost unconsciously, I tightened my grip around his waist as I stroked his chest with my hands, pressing my body up against his. I had no idea where we were going, but when we got there, I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to control myself.
And then I realized I didn't care. There was a fire in me burning out of control and I found I didn't want to put it out. If anything, I wanted to stoke those flames, make them burn even higher and hotter. Nothing else mattered in that moment to me. I just wanted King. I needed him in ways I couldn't possibly explain, no matter how hard I tried.
Michelle was right: I was always too cautious, too guarded. I never let my hair down and simply enjoyed myself or some of the wonderful things life had to offer me – like King. What was the harm in a little fun? Why deny myself something that felt so good? Even if it meant I’d wind up hurt later, I should, at the very least, enjoy the ride, savor it, and take advantage of everything this man had to offer me. Even if it were just a temporary thing. I could use him every bit as much as he used me.
We pulled up beside an old cemetery that looked as if no one had taken care of the place in years. The tombstones were worn down from wind and rain, the grass was wildly overgrown. But there were flowers were placed on the plots as if someone – somewhere – still felt it is was worth it to visit these long-buried graves and honor the dead buried there. It was sort of sad, but in a way, it was still very beautiful.
King laughed. “Sorry, it's the best I could think of,” he said.
“It's beautiful,” I said, climbing off the bike and staring out at the expanse of green grass and worn stone. I walked a short way into the old cemetery, admiring the natural and tragic beauty of the place.
King was beside me, staring at me, when he said, “You're beautiful, Abbie.”
It felt sacrilegious to even think about what I wanted to do with King in that cemetery, but nothing was going to stop me. The fire inside of me was burning out of control and there was only one thing that could extinguish it. Damn that Michelle for putting me in this position – and, also, bless that woman.
As I stared back at him, he pushed a strand of hair away from my face and kissed me, softly. I kissed him back, pressing my lips to his. As the electricity of our lips touching and our tongues dancing together rocketed through my body, I felt bold. Empowered. And I did more than kiss him. I was feeling insatiable and let my hands slide down the length of his body, letting them come to rest on his zipper.
“Abbie – ” he said, pulling away for a moment as he gasped for air.
“Yes, King?” I asked, pushing him back against a nearby oak tree.
I unzipped his pants, sliding my hands down until I held him in my hand. So firm and long. I stroked his cock and King's eyes closed, but only for the briefest of moments as he let out a groan of pleasure. He leaned his head back against the tree, giving in to my soft, yet firm touch.
“Were you about to say something, baby?” I whispered.
Whatever he was going to say was lost in a slow, seductive moan as I slowly jacked him off, tightening my grip as I stroked him, teasing him with my hand. Swirling the warm fluid of his pre-cum around the head of his dick, I smiled as his breathing continued to grow more ragged. As much as I loved touching him, though, I wanted more. Much, much more.
Dropping down to my knees, I slid his pants down to his ankles as I went. My hand remained on his shaft and now I was eye-level. I tightened my grip and licked my lips in anticipation as I looked at the beauty before me. He was so perfect, so long and so thick. His cock felt perfectly natural in my hands, as if they had been molded precisely for his perfectly beautiful dick.
My body quivered as I stroked him, looking him in the eye as I did, eager to feel every inch of him sliding into me. I knew exactly how amazing it felt to have him inside of me. He looked down at me with an unrestrained hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips and I could see the anticipation on his face. He was waiting, begging me with his eyes to take him into my mouth.
Staring up at him, with his cock in my hands, I gave him a sultry smile as I took just the head of his shaft between my lips, sucking at the delicious pre-cum as I watched his eyes flutter. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing the underside. King moaned and grabbed my head, entangling his fingers in my hair as I felt his body stiffen. And as I slid my mouth down the length of his shaft, I felt his hand tighten their grip in my hair, pulling it. The mixture of that brief flash of pain with the pleasure I was feeling drove me crazy and got me incredibly wet.
Sucking and licking, King used his hands to help guide my head up and down on him. He kept repeating my name softly over and over again as I licked up one side of his shaft and down the other. I cupped his balls, gently squeezing them as I took him all the way into my mouth, savoring his delicious juices and enjoying every second of feeling him in my mouth. I loved the way he looked at me, with so much lust in his eyes, as he pulled on my hair. I felt myself growing hotter and wetter as his body jerked and spasmed while I sucked him off. The sun behind us was setting now, and it was beautiful. Soon we'd be encapsulated by darkness.
King pulled on my hair, yanking me to my feet. I let out a soft yelp of pain, but felt myself growing even wetter and more eager to have that amazing cock deep inside of me.
“You can't finish me like that.”
“Like hell I can't,” I said, giving him a teasing grin.
His lips curled back into a smile. “Okay, yes, you could. I'm sure you could have done it five minutes ago if you'd wanted to. But I'm not going to let you.”
Before I could say anything else, King turned me around, pressing me against the tree with his hands still holding tight to my hair. The roughness of the tree bark bit into my skin but only seemed to heighten the sensations coursing through my body. I was on fire and my body was humming with what felt like a powerful electrical current in eager anticipation of having him inside of me.
King's hands were rough on my thighs as he pushed my skirt up and slid my panties down to the ground. I felt my breath catch and a soft moan pass my lips as he rubbed that glorious cock over my opening, bending me forward against the tree to get just the right angle. The musky, earth scent of the tree and the surrounding land was heady, and the feeling of King's beautiful cock sliding against my wet and quivering pussy was intoxicating.
I pushed my body back against his, desperate to feel him inside of me. I was soaking wet and I knew he felt my own juices covering the head of his cock. I reached around and tried to grab his dick, tried to force him to slide it inside of me, but he pulled back and let out a soft chuckle. King did things on his own terms.
“Please,” I begged him. “Please fuck me.”
King's body stiffened and he let out a soft groan as he grabbed me by the hips and plunged deep into me. The sheer girth of his cock spread me open and felt like it was stretching my pussy beyond capacity. But it felt so fucking good. I spasmed against him, letting out a scream of pleasure as finally, I got what I wanted. I was giving my body exactly what it needed and it felt so good. So satisfying. So amazing.
King grunted as he buried himself inside of my tight, wet pussy. Shuddering against me, it took us both a few seconds to get used to our bodies being entwined. The pleasure was almost too much for me and, for a moment, I thought I might cum just from the feeling of him entering me.
My body was reeling with pleasure and my mind was spinning as he slid in and out of me. But once he started fucking me for real, sliding himself out of me before slamming his cock back inside, I found myself screaming and crying out for him in ways I never had for any man. He was so deep inside of me that my body felt like it was going to explode into a million little pieces.
My hands gripped the bark of the tree as he dug his nails into the flesh of my hips and ass as he pounded himself into me. His breathing was ragged and his grip on my body was so tight, it felt like he was drawing blood in the process. He held onto my ass, holding me in place, as he fucked me from behind, burying himself deeper and deeper inside of my pussy with every thrust.
It didn't take long for the pleasure to take hold of my body, to make my knees go weak. Luckily King had hold of me so I didn't fall, but my body shuddered against his grip as my orgasm bubbled up inside of me, roaring toward the surface. And as I crested over the peak, I let out a scream that I heard echoing through the cemetery. I clutched at the tree to keep myself from falling as pleasure exploded through me, starting low, but working through my entire body with the speed of light.
“Oh God, King – ” I cried out before my mind grew numb and my words became unintelligible.
King kept up the pace, grunting and groaning as he continued pounding himself into me, but I could tell he was close, too. His legs were shaking. I could feel his grip on my body slipping and his breathing speeding up as he fought to fuck me harder and harder through my orgasm, doing his best to make my pleasure last as long as humanly possible. And trust me, it lasted for a while. The waves of pleasure rolled through me like an endless tide.
Before my climax ended, King slowed his pace, thrusting in as deep as he could and held me there, for a moment. His breathing changed and he let out a low groan. I knew he was spilling his seed inside of me in that moment. He grunted as he thrust inside of me once more, trying to slide himself deeper, but the way his body quivered and shook told me he had cum.
King wanted more and made sounds of desperation as he growled and clawed at my body, burying himself inside of me, trying to hold on to the sensations that had been rocking us. I thrust myself backward, pressing myself against him, causing him to let out a grunt of pleasure as I somehow managed to slip him in just a little deeper, sheathing him inside of my body, clenching my muscles around his cock and enjoying every second of his orgasm as another one took hold of my body, as well.
“Fuck that was awesome,” King grunted, his voice coming out breathy and labored. “You are amazing.”
He slipped out of me, his deflated cock sliding out easily as his cum ran down my legs. The feeling of his warm juices gushing out of me turned me on so much. My pussy was raw and ached ever so slightly, but it was a pleasant ache. The type of ache that would remind me, along with the semen that would stain my panties after I put them back on, of what we'd just done.
And trust me, I never, ever wanted to forget this feeling.