Chapter 31

Animal

T had warned me. She said that Albany wanted me in the worst way. She’d been right.

At my last meeting with a supplier, she was waiting for me, back against the purple Hummer. She wanted me to hit it, and I told myself that I could handle her. It would be a great way to figure out what she knew, so I took her home with me.

Now, I had her in my bedroom. All the sexual tension and back and forth were about to end. After I closed the door, I realized that Albany was the first girl I’d had alone in a long time.

I missed T in that second. I knew it wasn’t meant to be. T loved me, and I’d never mess with her head by sleeping with her, but I didn’t feel as comfortable in a room alone with Albany.

“I’ve heard the rumors, Animal.” She trailed her red nails along my dark gray bedspread. “And the things you know how to do here. Gotta say, it makes a girl curious.”

She shed her dress while she spoke. “I’ve had the worst luck with lovers lately.” She was in a black bra and panties and an old school garter situation. Her heels were high. Albany had the body for it. “The men I’m with say I’m too bossy. But I swear, they just don’t know how to take the steering wheel, you know?”

“How’d you get the name Albany? It’s a place.” I folded my arms in front of me.

She sat on the bed and pulled her legs around so she could put her back against my headboard.

“My parents gave it to me. I’m assuming it’s where I was conceived.”

Her heels were piercing my bedspread. This lady was trouble. I knew that. I kept my eyes on her as she took off her bra.

Everything about her screamed pampered. Manicured fingers, matched manicured toes—which I discovered when she kicked off her heels. She arranged her legs to show off how long they were.

Her breasts were spectacular. They were enhanced, obviously, but a lot of money had gone into them.

“Do you just stare at them? The women you bring here?” She rolled her shoulders and touched her chin to one. It was like she was posing for an erotic photo shoot. Practiced.

“Intimidate them with your big size?”

I was hard. That was a given. She was half-naked and baiting me on my bed. Hell, I’d brought her here. I knew what I was going to do. Pushing aside the guilt I had, I stepped to the foot of the bed.

“Maybe I need to be tempted a little more.”

My voice was husky.

This was a mistake, but I was about to make the hell out of it.

Albany licked her lips. The only thing that was missing was the camera rolling. The practiced motions of disrobing seductively should have been a warning sign.

But I wanted to try her. To demand she do things my way. To make her pleasure beholden to my whims.

I rubbed my bottom lip with a fingertip. “Do they just jump on you, Albany? Do none of them make you work for it? Just show them a pretty, magic pussy, and five minutes later, they dub you a princess?”

“Oh, I have to earn it? I think I’m up for that.” She pushed herself to her knees. “Are you up to it?”

After getting on all fours, she crawled toward me until her mouth was as close to my dick as she could get.

“Do some girls run out of here screaming when they see what you have to offer?”

I took my finger from my lip and ran it from her temple to her jaw. “Never yet. Some cry a little. But by the time I’m done ringing your clit like a doorbell, you’ll come all over it. Just like they all do.”

The challenge flashed in her eyes. She was competitive. She wanted to be the best I’d ever had. Her raw sexuality was on her side. The way she moved, the innuendo in her sensual-ness was a calling card and a sledgehammer all at once.

“I’ve never had any problems getting what I need.” Albany wiggled off the bed and stood topless close to me. The tips of her nipples brushed my shirt.

I touched her lip and she licked around my finger before sucking on it.

I let out a laugh. “Remember, I usually have tons of company. Can you compensate for that?”

Maybe I was being cruel, but both she and I knew we weren’t in this bedroom to start a relationship.

After gently biting my finger, she pushed it away and took a step back. I’d pressed her enough that I expected a show.

I turned and sat on the bed.

The dancer in Albany came out. “Put sexy music on.”

I spoke to my phone, it cued up a playlist for just this purpose.

Albany started to move, and the dance floor had been just a notion at what she could do. She worked taking her panties and garters off into a maneuver when she’d dropped low. And then she danced. Naked for me.

There was no denying she was a gorgeous woman, and she was trying really hard to be the best I’d ever had.

After she went to her knees in front of me, I dared her, “Show me how you touch your pussy. Make yourself come.”

Flustered, she stopped for a second. I lifted an eyebrow.

“You want to know what I can do to you? I need to see your limits first. Because what you think is too much will be my starting line.”

I tapped my foot to the music. She flashed through all the emotions. Apparently, she’d never gotten through that whole show without getting nailed, but I could watch for hours. I knew how to pace myself. I wasn’t an amateur.

Albany tried to flip the tables. “Well, I can’t do anything to me if you’re not touching yourself.”

I put my hands behind me, kicked out my legs, and crossed my feet at the ankles. “No. This is a test for you, not me. I know what I like. I need to know what brings you to the edge.”

Albany tried to stand, but I shook my head. “Do it on the floor. No comfort. Just pleasure.”

I saw the goose bumps form on her naked skin. As she lay back on my floor, I looked harder between her legs. She didn’t have any hair, and it looked bare enough that I figured either she was a very regular waxer or had medically removed the ability to grow it.

Albany started in on herself, but it was a show. She was giving me porn. This was what she thought I wanted to see.

I eased off the bed and kneeled next to her. Her pouting lips and writhing was an act.

I put my mouth close to hers. She anticipated the kiss. I spoke quietly, knowing she had to hear my voice deep. “This is not you. Show me what you look like when you’re alone. Show me what you like, not what you think I like. Impress me.”

At first she was insulted. I waited her out. “This is what I like.”

“No. You don’t like it like this. You’ve practiced this in a mirror. I want to know what happens to you when you’ve spent a night dancing with me. And you’ve gone home alone, but you’re thinking about me and what my mouth could do. How long my fingers are.”

Her nostrils flared. I kept talking. I was asking a lot and not giving her any prep.

“You’re used to being in control of the scenario. But not this. You don’t know what I’m going to do.”

She started touching herself with less theatrics. Her pupils started to dilate.

“There we go. Show me what your hands do.” I put my right hand gently around her throat.

She went from a delicate two fingers to three fingers inside herself. And, of course, she was rubbing her clit. I put a gentle pressure on her neck.

“Touch me more,” she commanded.

“No, baby, I’m watching. I’m learning.” I released my hold on her neck and shifted to a better view between her legs. She liked it rough, undoubtedly. The pressure she wanted was direct and in a circle.

At the foot of my bed, I had a small chest that held my favorite sexual weapons. The poor thing needed just a bit of help. She only had two hands, after all.

I got two clamps out and leaned over her.

“How about this?” I pinched the clamp open and closed it on her right nipple. She gasped and her eyes rolled into her head. I pinched the second and clamped it down.

Her ass was moving, rubbing into the carpet. I could hear her getting wetter with every pump of her fingers.

She liked the clamps. I resumed my position to watch her.

Albany lifted her head and made eye contact as she got close to her peak. And then she was there. A pretty orgasm. Her muscles tensed, and she certainly was lost in the pleasure of her body. That was her limit.

And I was about to test it.

I reached into my chest and grabbed a vibrator and a dildo. I quickly rubbed both with lube.

Albany was on her comedown. A very controlled orgasm. She didn’t even curse. That was about to change. I pressed her clit hard with the vibrator, making sure I mimicked the direction and pressure she seemed to favor.

It was like I touched her with a live wire. Her legs kicked out.

“Oh! God.”

Instead of coming down, she was about to get ramped up. “See, baby. You’re not done. Not even close. You’re going to pass out on this floor by the time I’m done giving this pussy the sexual Willy Wonka acid trip of its life. Buckle up.”

I inserted the dildo, one inch at a time. I pressed the vibrator harder. Albany lost her demeanor. She’d never turned herself into a carnival before.

She reached out and tried to grab the carpet. I moved the dildo in and out of her, going deeper with every thrust.

I made sure that my pinkie was well lubed from the vibrator’s excess and slipped it into her asshole as well.

The veins in her neck began to stick out. I slapped the clamps off of her nipples.

“Sweet fuck. Oh God. This. Yes. Stop. Don’t stop. I’m coming.”

I felt satisfied as her voice got deeper and her words began to slur together. I pushed the dildo deep and went back into the trunk for a condom. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. After rolling on the condom and pinching the tip, I watched her fairly crazed eyes land on it.

“Oh no. That’s too big. Too much.” She started to move away. I pulled the dildo out of her and tossed it aside.

She curled her shoulders around herself. She was scared of it, and I was proud.

“It won’t hurt you. It’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for it the whole time. Promise.”

Albany’s skin was all pink on her chest. I reached between her legs and inserted two fingers. I used the come here motion to stimulate her even more. Her fear fell away, and I watched her nipples perk up even harder than before. I pulled out my fingers just enough that she would have to scoot closer to my dick to get more friction.

I used the lube to prep myself. Because as turned on as she was, I was a lot.

When she was close, I stood, sliding back on my bed.

She barely had the strength to get to her knees. I watched her wobble.

Albany panted. I knew my smile was slightly evil. “I usually have three women sucking this dick because it’s so goddamn big.”

Her throat moved while she swallowed, eyeing the prize I was talking about.

“You impale yourself on this monster. I’m barely turned on. You better make me come as hard as I just made you come.”

The competition rose in her. She was haunted by all the other sexual experiences that had come before her in this room.

I put my hands behind my head.

Albany had a renewed sense of vigor. “Should I make you masturbate, too, so I can take notes?”

“Nope. This is a pop quiz. Do your worst, baby.”

The confidence was gone in her stride, but it was replaced by sheer determination. Albany had to stand to position herself, feet on either side of my hips. It was like watching her lower herself into a shark tank, she was so jumpy about it. When she got to the tip, the lube helped me get into her. And God bless America, she was tight as hell.

She slipped. She took the next seven inches of me in a free-fall before she could catch herself.

She let out an almost painful moan. I had doubts that she could get all of me inside, but I was really interested to see her try.

It was a mix of pain and want in her moans now. This wasn’t the practice drill she was used to performing for other shitheads.

We were getting to that place I knew how to take a woman. Multiple women, actually. Where she was on the next level. Where she realized that the other sex she was having was just the pre-game for this. Handling what I had, combined with the size of my hands, my fingers became a realization that there was more in this world. For her. Between her legs.

As I watched her get all of me inside, I complimented her.

“Fuck yeah.”

“I don’t know…if I can move.” She hesitated to do any more. I had her stretched.

“Grab the lube. Try, Albany. Other ladies manage.”

I snagged the bottle off the bedside table and handed it to her. She did her best, truly. She lifted herself up, awkwardly trying to add moisture to my shaft without releasing me.

Once I saw she was properly lubricated, I started a very slow roll of my hips. Just the tiniest movement in and out.

She started squeaking and wincing. I put her out of her misery and started to thumb her swollen clit.

And then the magic started. She was so full of me, I was changing the shape of what she could accommodate.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

The full body spasms were starting in her. And I was barely moving. This was a result of the deeper orgasms she was experiencing. I knew how to get both. Usually, I started speaking to the lady, encouraging her. Imprint the sound of my voice with the sensations rocking through her.

It had been enough playtime. She had a big presence, but she was small. I held her hips, keeping myself deeply inside her as I flipped.

She screamed a little, then settled back, realizing I was in control now and she didn’t have to try hard to make it all work.

“You ready?”

As demanding as I was, I never wanted a girl to feel like her opinion didn’t matter.

“No. But yes.” She put her hands on my chest and dug her nails into my pecs.

“I’m about to change everything you know and your sexual tastes for the rest of your life. I’ll ask you again. Are you ready?”

Her eyes grew wide, but she nodded her consent.

“Grab the headboard. And maybe start praying.” I waited until she did as I said, wrapping her hands around the bar detail on the furniture.

She arched her back as she panted, like she was at the top of a roller coaster with no restraints.

I slipped my hand under her ass and lifted her so I could use all the motion I had in my hips.

And then I started like I had to, slowly. I added even more lube. Deeper. Faster. I watched as her fingernails dug into her palms.

I pinched her nipple and then ramped up. The guttural cursing started. People would think I was turning her into a demon if they walked in on us. The way I combined the talent with the force and sheer size was why there were usually a few sets of eyes on my ass waiting eagerly for their turn.

I went to my knees and put her ankles on my shoulders. She was tight around me. I was the size she would crave as long as she was the proud owner of a pussy.

I stopped and she went boneless, but her eyes had the tint of an addict. “Is it over?”

“No.”

I pulled out another vibrator. This one plugged into the wall because it would take something this fantastic to make her feel it over what my cock was doing.

I pressed it to her clit and flipped it on. I could feel the deep, low vibrations in my balls. It was a strong vibe.

She tried to move away and let go of her handhold.

“Hold the fucking bars. Don’t you let go.”

She did as I commanded. Albany was sweating now. I’d left the lights on, so I could see all of her. No secrets.

And then I took what I needed. I knew she was ready inside, and I went for it. All the way in and out so I could get to my finish.

She started convulsing as she screamed. Her pussy had gotten wetter, suddenly soaking the bed.

I yelled at her, because I was concentrating, “Grab your tits!”

Albany got two handfuls and punished herself, letting my intentions become her consciousness.

I flipped her again, bending her legs to help myself get her to my favorite position. Setting the vibe in the center of the bed so it would stay pressed against her, I humped her from the back, my hands on either side of her shoulders.

Not worrying anymore about her, I made her a destination as I came hard inside her.

She was gasping, her head hanging over the edge of my bed.

I flopped to the side. She couldn’t move. We both struggled to catch our breath. After we had cooled, I looked her over.

My handprints were all over her. Her sensitive skin was a hot pink near her erogenous zones. Her hair was stuck to her forehead. She was beyond satisfied. I watched as she went from attracted to me to infatuated with me. Her eyes took on a glaze.

Eventually, she tried to sit up, like she might be done for the evening. I started to laugh. I took my condom off.

“Baby, you’re not nearly done. I’m just getting started.” I pointed to my semi. “Suck this clean and bring it back to life. You have to be as good as at least three pussies tonight.”

She staggered when she stood, but she bent at the waist and took the tip of my dick in her mouth.

And round two began.