Chapter 11
Lexi
I woke up on Saturday morning feeling exactly the way I did on Friday. I’d dreamt about Ryan, and it was indescribably hot. When I opened my eyes, need filled my form, as well as indescribable sadness.
Because I missed the man. Maybe I could pleasure myself, but it would be nothing compared to what I’d had before. My fingers were trivial when compared to his beautiful cock. I wanted it so badly right now, along with his massive form, the white smile, and the ne’er do well attitude that was Ryan alone.
Spiraling downwards in a moment of weakness, I texted Ryan to see if it wasn’t too late to have it again.
“Hey, are you awake?” was my inquiry.
He responded in less than a minute. “Sure am”
“Are you busy?” I wondered.
“No, I just woke up actually. You?”
“I’d like to come over to your place”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“It’s probably a bad idea,” I responded. “But you’re good at being bad. I want you.”
“Then come by…”
Immediately, I jumped out of my bed and began getting dressed and ready. And from the moment I arrived at his doorstep, we were all over each other. Kissing, tugging, pulling at one another’s hair, desperate for each other.
And yet even in the middle of the bonfire, I couldn’t help but think about the things he’d said to me the day before. We’d only spent six days together, but in those six days, something had happened. Something mystical and magical. He was right when he said there was something undeniable about our attraction. Whenever Ryan was near, I felt like something pulled us closer. We were even becoming inseparable in my dreams.
Just then, Ryan picked me up in those muscular arms and put me delicately down on his kitchen table. I had to admit, his physical strength wasn’t just a major turn-on for me; he was comforting, and I felt safe whenever I was in his arms. Strange. Most guys didn’t do this.
I laid back on the kitchen table and spread my legs for him. I expected him to immediately plunge inside me, but instead, the alpha shot me a knowing grin.
“I want to get you real wet first,” he rasped, disappearing between my legs. And a throaty moan escaped my lips as the man lapped my swollen folds, drinking pure female ecstasy.
“Yes,” was my panted cry. “Yes, just like that.”
As waves of sensation filled my eager body, a small part of my mind wondered what was going on. Because hadn’t we just broken things off? But if I’d truly been trying to wean myself off of him, then why was I back? I could easily have called or texted another guy in my contact list for a quick hook-up.
But as climax barreled towards me, the truth was obvious. Settling for “okay” was no longer an option. Things were too good with Ryan, and I didn’t want someone else anymore.
At that moment, he bit down and tugged roughly on my clit, licking it while he pulled. He was sucking out every ounce of juice he could from my snatch, and the man was about to get more than he bargained for. I clutched onto his head and shoved him into me deeper and began to ride his face until the finish came. I screamed out in joy, nearly falling off the table.
Ryan straightened, lapping his lips as his chin glistened.
“So glad you liked it, baby girl,” was his growl. “You ready for more?”
He started to move his cock along my wet, glistening folds, teasing me. I could feel some pre-cum dripping out of him, moistening my slit.
“Oh yes,” I panted. “Don’t play nice, big boy. Do it now.”
With a gleam in those blue eyes, he did as told. The penetration was fast and brutal, causing my pussy to surge beautifully. I arched my back and cried out, skewered hard on the massive pole. He kept one hand on my hips and another around my neck. I could still breathe, but it was a task. The tighter his grip around my throat became, the wetter I became. I had no doubt that he would take care of me.
And a second climax rushed like a typhoon, making me squeal and squirm once more, this time impaled on his huge shaft. But once I was done shaking, he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom.
This time, I grabbed his cuffs and whip, licking my lips in anticipation. I was drained, but there was still fun to be had.
“You ready, big boy?” came my murmur. “You ready for what’s coming?”
I cuffed him to the bed with his face down into the pillows before picking up a crop and lashing that muscular, masculine ass, the man grunting each time I left a searing line.
“Is that too much for you?” I whispered.
“No, do it as hard as—”
I struck him again, getting a few good whippings around his upper back. I dug my nails into the flesh of his backside, craving him, wanting to eat this man alive.
I flipped him over and decided to restrict him even further. First, the blindfold though. The black satin was tied tight around those clear blue eyes, putting him in the dark.
And once he was restrained and blindfolded, I sat myself in his lap, facing away, and rode him reverse cowgirl. Unnnh, that felt good as his massive cock made its way up my sweet slit. While he groaned in frustration at not being able to touch or see what was happening, I just went with it. Leaning forwards, I pressed my thighs while enjoying his massive member, wishing that the feeling wouldn’t end.
But all good things must come to an end, even if it’s only briefly. Once he burst in my pussy, spraying my vaginal channel with semen, I climbed off of him, pussy dripping, and left to use his bathroom for a few minutes, leaving him cuffed and blindfolded in the bed.
When I returned, the play only continued. I sat on his face, grinding my snatch against his mouth, the man lapping at my slit while eating his own cum. As he did, I got to work on him, sucking on his rapidly hardening cock, drinking the remnants of our previous romp. Sometimes, we would slow down whenever the other was busy getting theirs, but we kept a magnificent rhythm going that soon ended in him spurting in my mouth, the seed hot, goopy and delicious.
We had sex so many times that morning that I honestly lost count. And once we were finished, I lay in bed, dazed, confused, and yet satisfied. Because we’d just sworn not to date. So what had happened? All I knew was that it was more than a hook-up for sure. This man meant something to me … and just what wasn’t clear.