Alyssa
I could hardly contain myself during the drive back. And judging by the way Russell touched me during the ride, neither could he. As we sped through Central Park, his hand found itself on my inner thigh, slipping up my leg and squeezing the soft flesh hidden by my dress. We pulled around a soft curve, and I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh as his hand ventured up further and further, moving so tantalizingly close to just where I wanted it.
But as the engine revved, Russell moved his hand away to shift into a higher gear.
“That’s all?”” I said, a small pout in my voice.
“You’re just going to have to be a good girl and be patient,” he said with a grin.
“But I don’t want to be a good girl.”
“I can tell.”
The last few minutes of the drive seemed to take an eternity. But eventually, we arrived back at the townhouse. Russell killed the engine, and as soon as he did I realized that he’d been having the same issue with waiting that I was. Undoing his seat belt, he leaned over and, taking my chin into his hand, kissed me hard. The tension in my body seemed to melt away at that moment, Russell’s touch being just what I’d been craving all night. His hand slid up my dress one again, this time his fingers slipping into my panties and teasing me right where I wanted to be touched. We kissed hard, my lips only moving from his when a breathy sigh that I just couldn’t hold back left my mouth.
“I think we ought to take this inside,” said Russell after a time.
“I agree.”
We hurried out of the car and back into the house. And once we stepped into the living room, we were right back at it, our hands now free to move over each other’s bodies. I worked off Russell’s tie and suit jacket, tossing his clothes onto the floor as he set to taking off my dress.
“Careful,” I said. “Very expensive.”
“There’re more dresses in the world,” he said with that grin of his.
Right as he finished his sentence, the back of the dress came undone and he pulled it down, revealing the black, lacy bra that I’d bought. Russell’s eyes moved down to my breasts, and he drank in the sight of me.
“I never forget about the details,” I said.
“Lucky for me.”
My hands began working the buttons of his shirt, each one undone revealing just a little bit more of the incredible body that I knew was hidden underneath. And Russell did some work of his own, unfastening the clasp of my bra and letting my breasts tumble free. Once my breasts were bare, Russell took each one into his hands in turn, licking and sucking my nipples, the feeling of his wet, warm mouth on my skin making me absolutely crazy. I ran my hands through his thick hair as he kissed me, my eyes closed in total pleasure.
Russell’s hands moved to my hips and he began to lead me over to the red upholstered couch in the living room. Turning my back towards it, he pushed me down onto it. Once seated, I shimmied out of the rest of my dress and was soon wearing nothing but my black lace thong panties. Russell pulled his shirt off, revealing his gorgeous, muscular body. My eyes locked onto his sculpted pecs and shredded abs, and I wanted nothing more for that body to be on top of me right then and there.
But Russell had other ideas. Undoing his belt buckle, he slipped his thumbs under his waistband and pulled his pants and underwear off in a single motion, his enormous cock springing out right in front of my face. Then he stepped out of his shoes and socks.
I didn’t need to be told what to do. I was a fast learner.
Taking his cock into my hand, I looked up at Russell, my mouth in a naughty little smile and my eyes narrowed sensually. I stroked him, taking sweet pleasure in the feeling of his stone-solid cock in my grasp. Once I’d teased him enough, I opened my mouth and took in his head. Russell moaned as I wrapped my lips tight around him, looking down at me as I began to go to work. I started with gentle, slow sucks of his cock, my tongue moving carefully around the ridge of his head. After I’d given this sensitive part of his member enough attention, I moved down, taking more and more of his many inches into my eager mouth. Soon, I reached the base of his cock. Russell looked down at me with an approving look, pleased to see that I was now able to take the entirety of his prick into my mouth.
“That’s a good girl,” he said.
And despite myself, hearing that he was pleased with my … efforts made me want nothing more than to keep pleasuring him. Moving my mouth back towards his head, I began to suck and stroke him at a faster pace, the soft sounds of my mouth at work filling the vast space of the room. I took brief breaks from sucking him to drag my tongue along his length, enjoying the lovely taste of his beautiful cock. Russell’s hand moved to the back of my head, guiding me up and down at just the pace he liked. And I couldn’t help but love the firm grasp he took of my hair. Part of me wanted him to yank it hard.
I’d soon get my wish.
Russell guided my mouth down and off of his cock, his prick leaving my mouth with a soft “pop.” Then, he knelt down and grabbed onto my panties, pulling them off so hard the waistband ripped.
“Aw,” I said in a sensual voice. “I liked those.”
“Plenty of those in the world, too,” he said.
Really, however, it turned me on beyond belief to know that he was so eager to fuck me that he didn’t even give a damn if he ripped my clothes getting at my body. Russell then stood up slightly, his cock pointing directly at my very wet pussy. I wanted him in me so goddamn badly that I could hardly stand it.
“Now,” he said. “I want you to repeat to me again what the most important lesson was of the night, the thing I want you to keep in mind now, until I say otherwise.”
I knew just what he wanted to hear.
“That … I’m property. I belong to you, and no one else.”
“Good girl,” he said. “And don’t you forget it.”
With that, he wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me close, the head of his cock now touching the outside of my sex. He was so close that it almost hurt. Russell then moved one hand onto my back, effortlessly supporting my weight as he held me upright. Now that I was in position, he took hold of his cock by the base and, in one smooth motion, shoved it deep into me.
“Oh my fucking God,” I said, the words shooting out.
Russell, on the other hand, had no words—only action. He held his cock in place for a moment, then began sliding it in and out of me at a slow pace, plunging himself deep into me over and over again. The sensation of his prick moving in me, filling me completely, was beyond compare. It was the most pleasure that I’d ever felt in my life up to that point. Russell moved his body so that each thrust resulted in his prick filling me at an angle where every spot that I needed touched was touched. It was sublime.
After a minute or so of these slow, deep thrusts, Russell’s pace quickened. His thrusts grew faster, and his hips were now slamming onto my inner thighs, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room—along with my moans and screams, that is. I wrapped my arms around Russell’s neck, loving the feeling of his muscles at work. His back was hard and taut, and the front-facing position he fucked me in gave me a wonderful view of his godlike physique.
Russell continued to pound me, each thrust feeling as though I were being split in half in the best way imaginable. He began to grunt with each insertion, and I could sense that he was coming close to orgasm. But he knew better than to come before I had my chance. My own orgasm began to appear, at first in the distance, then closer and closer with each plunge of Russell’s perfect cock. I grabbed onto him for dear life, as though the pleasure might cause me to take flight.
“Don’t stop,” I said, my voice breathy with passion. “Please don’t stop.”
My words were unnecessary; I could tell by the steely, passionate look in Russell’s piercing eyes that he wasn’t going to stop until I came, and came hard.
Then it happened. The orgasm that had been building for the last few minutes, teasing me with its proximity, finally arrived. My body began to quake as the pleasure shot through me, and I dug my fingers even harder into Russell’s flesh, my eyes winced shut in blissful agony. I was completely in the grips of the orgasm; it was as though I were on a wild ride that sought to take me wherever it would.
And just as my orgasm began to fade, Russell’s arrived. With a series of tight, quick thrusts he came, erupting inside of me in a manner that was so amazing that I could hardly stand it. The sweet feeling of his cock shooting into me was just what I wanted to feel in the last ebbs of my orgasm. And once he was done he remained looming over me, his chest expanding and contracting with each heavy breath. Once we were both done, the tension in my limbs released and I lay splayed out on the couch; I was so spent that I didn’t think I could’ve moved an inch even if I’d absolutely had to. Russell collapsed at my side, and we lay there for a time, each of us catching our breath.
“Oh my God,” I said finally, when I was at least able to form words. “That was … just …”
“Exactly what I was waiting for all night,” said Russell, turning and looking at me with those gorgeous eyes of his, a sly smile on his lips.
“My thought exactly,” I said.
And soon, I slipped into a deep and sound sleep.