Stella
He’s staring down at me, breathing hard with what I can only assume is a mix of rage and lust. His chest rises and falls quickly with each heaving lungful of air.
I might’ve gone a little too far this time.
I wonder if he’ll strangle me or just give me a good spanking. Inside, I’m really hoping for the latter. Okay, maybe a little of the former, too.
God, he’s sexy when he’s mad.
He lunges for me, his hands grasping the collar of my dress. It’s by far the most gorgeous in the whole shop. The softest black lace I’ve ever felt.
Before I can wonder what he’s about to do, I hear the fabric begin to tear.
In shock, I watch as the one-of-a-kind garment falls to the floor, utterly destroyed.
I’m stunned, I’m appalled…
I’m sopping wet.
Even as a part of me mourns the loss of the one-of-a-kind gown, I’m closing the gap between us. Pressing myself, now once again naked, firmly against him.
Really, when it comes to Michael, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I push myself up, claiming his mouth with my own.
In some far-removed way, I recognize that this is exactly what I’m trying to do. Claim him. Make him my own.
I’m not sure how or when I got here, but I’m finally able to recognize where I am.
I want this man in more ways than one.
He returns my kiss passionately. I can still feel the anger burning through him.
Good.
His cock is rock-hard and pressed firmly against me.
Even knowing my own effect on him drives me crazy.
I reach down, grabbing him forcefully, hearing him moan in response. I begin to massage him through his pants, feeling him grow even harder at my touch.
I don’t need an invitation this time. I eagerly fall to my knees.
In a frantic rush, I unzip his pants, impatiently freeing his massive cock.
I’m still amazed by the sight of him. My mouth drops open in shock all over again.
Which is fine because he’s there to fill it.
Inch after inch, I take him between my lips, moaning at the familiar sensation.
Above me, he moans along. I honestly can’t tell which of us is enjoying this more. I pull him free of my mouth, taking the time to lick the length of him, to flick my tongue over the tip of his dick.
Then, I grasp him firmly in one hand before continuing. I slide him back into my mouth, this time using my hand in unison with my movements. I can feel him starting to tense up; the sound of his moaning tells me he’s getting close.
I wait until the last possible moment to pull him from my mouth, his cock dripping pre-come. It lands on my chest and slides between my tits.
He yanks me from my knees in one swift movement, hauling me up to his level.
My legs wrap instinctively around his waist as he carries me towards the counter.
Once there, he lays me flat on my back, my ass half-hanging off the edge. He bends down, kissing me hard on the mouth before beginning to travel lower. I feel his lips everywhere.
My collarbone, my nipples, my stomach.
When he reaches my hip bones, I begin to feel his teeth. Gentle at first, but he’s soon biting me with a ferocity that makes me cry out.
Before meeting him, I thought pain and pleasure were two very different things.
Now, I can barely decipher one from the other.
He lowers himself to his knees, grabbing me around each leg to spread me further apart. I gasp when his tongue finds me, rubbing fiercely against my clit. I raise my hips towards him, matching his movements with my own, desperate for more.
I reach for his head, pulling his face tighter against me.
It occurs to me that a man could suffocate this way.
Meh, there’s worse ways to go.
I pull him against me even tighter. I feel him groan against me. The act sends vibrations deep into my core.
That’s all it takes.
I come hard, hips thrusting, hands clinging wildly to his head. When my orgasm passes, I collapse backward, breathing heavily.
God. After that, I could definitely use a nap.
Then, I’m being lifted, and I cling to his waist with my thighs. He carries me to the nearest dressing room.
As soon as my feet are back on solid ground, I reach for him, grasping enthusiastically at his remaining clothes. Those that I can, I tear from his thick, muscular form. The rest, I yank and slide away until he’s finally free.
He stands naked before me, fully erect. A smile now replaces his scowl.
“Ready?” he asks.
My smile ought to be answer enough.
I turn from him, fully facing the dressing room mirror, and bend over until my hands rest firmly on the bench.
“Holy fuck, yes,” I say, just in case he’s still wondering.
I watch his reflection in the mirror as he closes what little distance remains between us, the enormous weight of his own cock held firmly in one hand.
He meets my eyes in the mirror, his smile matching my own. Then, I feel him.
My hands tighten on the bench as his gargantuan cock begins to slide into me. Inch by throbbing inch.
I cry out louder than ever, pain and pleasure once again mixing inside of me until I can’t tell one from the other. And he isn’t done yet.
I feel him press further. I hear him groaning behind me. I look to the mirror, meeting his eyes the moment he’s fully inside of me.
His expression is of both shock and amazement. I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Then, he starts to move.
All trace of laughter dies in my throat, replaced immediately with a moan so intense, it surprises even me.
HOLY FUCK.
I’ve imagined this moment since the first time I laid eyes on him. Fantasized. Wished.
I’ve fucking longed for this.
But nothing—and I mean nothing—could’ve prepared me for the way it feels now that it’s real.
My entire body feels like one big, throbbing, ultra-sensitive nerve. Each powerful thrust sends waves of euphoria rushing through me.
Words die in my throat, and thoughts shrivel up and turn to dust in my brain.
In this moment, there’s nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing but him.
Sounds I can’t begin to describe rush from my mouth, primal and dark. I watch the mirror in fascination. Part of me feels like I’m existing outside of my body right now.
Another part of me feels more in-tune with my physical form than I’ve ever been.
My tits bounce in time with his movements, and he reaches around to grasp one firmly in his large hand. I see him watching, too, and the thought of him seeing me this way adds another level to my already indescribable pleasure.
I come again. And again. Each orgasm is more intense than the one before.
My legs shake. He makes my fucking head spin. Still, I can’t get enough of him.
As I feel his speed increase, my entire body tenses around him. I can feel him getting close. I’ve never wanted anything so badly as I want him to come inside of me.
He releases my breast and reaches up to grasp me by the hair instead.
Pulling back, he turns my face so that I meet his eyes dead on, no longer seeing him through the glass of the mirror.
I watch in fascination as he comes, my own orgasm rising up to meet his.
Together, we scream, grinding ourselves hard against each other.
He thrusts even deeper into me, once, twice, three times, before his movements still.
We stand that way, still locked together, for what seems like ages, our breathing the only sound.
“Fuck!” I finally choke out.
I feel him laugh against my neck.
“You know,” I say, “you’re gonna have to pay for that dress.”