Chapter 11
Sarah
He was hovering. I could feel it. He was waiting for me to make the first move. His tongue had felt so good on my lower lip, so soft and supple. I wanted to dart out and catch it. Encompass my lips around his tongue and taste the bourbon on his skin. I could smell his cologne. The musk his body emitted as his cock grew behind his pants.
I flicked my gaze down and saw the growing outline of the monstrous cock in his pants, and it broke me.
The memories of how well he fucked me broke me, and soon, I was crashing my lips into his.
I craved him. In all the ways he would give me. I tugged his tie from around his neck and slid his suit jacket off his broad, chiseled shoulders. His hands flew up my dress, his hands reaching up to cup my ass cheeks as he ground his hips up into me. My hair fell beside our faces, covering us from the world as my fingertips undid every single button of his shirt.
We stood, shedding our clothes in the darkness of my apartment. I was in control of what happened here. I was the queen of my castle. I’d have him coming and screaming my name, begging for more before I kicked him out. I’d use him for my perfect night and then simply let him go like he did all those other fucking women he probably destroyed.
His hands cupped my tits while my fingertips danced down his abs. His rock hard body was panting, his cock dripping as it reached out to be embedded in me. I took his hand and lured him into my bedroom, toppling us to the crisp, soft mattress as his lips dove for my neck.
He sucked patches of skin in, his lips traveling greedily down my body. I wanted him more than I did the first time. I wanted every single dip of my body to be met with his tongue by the time we were finished tonight. His lips wrapped around my pert nipple, causing my back to arch into him as he smiled.
My hands threaded through his hair, pushing him down to where I really wanted him.
His tongue painted faceless images all over my stomach. I jumped at his touch, feeling his hands slowly part my thighs. I moaned at the cool air hitting my wet pussy. My folds were slowly opening for him, blooming for him and waiting to accept his tongue.
He tossed my legs over his shoulders, his hands threading underneath my thighs. His massive hands wrapped around and parted my pussy folds, his lips kissing me sweetly as my hands tugged his hair. I needed him to be closer. Deeper. I wanted to come all over his face, so he couldn’t rid himself of my scent for days like I couldn’t get rid of his.
Then, his tongue darted out to lick up my juices. I lifted my head and watched those peridot eyes stare me down, his tongue making a show of the fluids he was scooping up and swallowing. His tongue found my clit, flicking it out from underneath its hood as my body jumped. He chuckled darkly at my reaction as my head slammed back down onto the pillow, and it didn’t take him long before he picked up the pace.
My legs shook, and my thighs clamped down onto his cheeks. His hands kept me parted as my ankles tangled against one another. I pressed my heels into his strong back, arching my pussy deeper into his tongue. He gave me exactly what I wanted, pressing deeper and deeper as he took long, thick licks of my dripping slit.
It threw me over the edge as I came hard, spilling my juices onto the comforter of my bed as I moaned and groaned his name.
He cleaned me up with his tongue as I laid there panting. He stalked up my body, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. I saw the look of confidence in his eyes as his gaze met mine, that bullshit grin I wanted to slap right off his face.
But I didn’t have the energy, and I wanted his body too much to be angry at him.
At myself for caving in again.
I raised my lips up and crashed them onto him. I licked my essence off his lips as his cock settled in between my legs. I was still surprised at how massive he was, thinking my body would never be able to take all of him. My hands ran down his back, digging into his sinewy muscle as his hand guided the head of his cock straight into my pussy.
I whimpered and shook, feeling him inch into my body until his hips finally bottomed out into mine.
“You’re so tight for me, Sarah,” he said into my ear. “So perfect for me.”
I squeezed my pussy around his length, drawing breathless gasps from him as I giggled in his ear.
“I like these games you play, but you must understand I play them better, right?”
He slowly drew out before he jammed himself back in, and it caused me to fall back to the bed.
“You must understand that you really have no control when it comes to me.”
He drew back out and slowly inched in, hitting every single part of my swollen walls as I trembled and gasped for breath. He felt so good, and he sounded even better like the demons of the devil humming in my ear.
“You must know how your body trembles for me,” he said as he dipped his lips to my neck. “How your skin gives way at every touch I give you.”
I moaned as goosebumps appeared on my arms, giving away my desperate need for him as he smirked against my skin.
“Then you must know why you really wanted this second date tonight, Sarah.”
He had my full attention now as he lifted his gaze to mine.
And then, I asked the question I really didn’t want the answer to.
“Why?” I asked.
“It’s very simple really,” he said as he stuffed his cock farther into my body.
I moaned his name involuntarily as the smirk on his face grew into a lascivious grin.
“It’s because you simply wanted it,” he whispered.
At that very moment, he pounded into my hips. My tits bounced and my body churned. I hung on for dear life as his cock ripped me into pieces, throwing me into a carnal frenzy as my lips kissed and nipped at every part of him I could find. His hands wrapped around me and pulled me into his lap, his feet planted on the floor as I rode his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shamelessly bucked in his lap, coating his thighs in my silken fluids as he chuckled darkly in my ear.
Our moans and groans swirled into one another’s. His hands ran down my back. He set my skin on fire while his cock stroked the electricity coursing through my veins, and my lips sloppily found his as our tongues licked against one another like the flames of a growing fire.
He lifted me from the bed and carried me to the wall, pinning me against it as he fucked me senseless. My tits bounced as he caught one between his teeth, pulling from me a wail I didn’t even think I was capable of.
He pinned my wrists above my head as my legs tightened around him, and it was then I felt it.
His cock began throbbing against my walls.
“Your body’s intoxicating, Sarah. The things you do to me. Shit.”
“Mason. Please. Don’t stop. Holy fucking hell, your cock.”
“I knew you’d like it. I knew you’d like every second of it. They all do. Every single one.”
His voice was like the luring song of Satan’s den, hooking in the desperate and lost and pulling them into their deepest, darkest desires. I felt my pussy clamping down around his cock, massaging him as it begged for his come. My body lurched up the wall, feeling every single one of his muscles work for my pleasure.
I licked and sucked at his skin, tasting every part of him I could until I felt it.
That rubber band snapping behind my hips.
“Yes! Yes! Mason! Yes!”
“Come for me, Sarah. Come on my cock.”
I felt my juices pour out of me as my orgasm rendered me silent. My entire body pulled taut as my jaw unhinged. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my pussy quaked around his cock, forcing Mason deeper into my body. He pressed himself into me, his lips kissing every single millimeter of my skin he could catch as his cock shot hot streams of come into my body.
By the time we were done, our mixture was dripping down his balls.
I collapsed into him, and he caught me without a second thought. He stroked my hair as he laid me down on my bed, covering me with my covers as he laid down beside me. I could feel his strong, broad chest pressing into my back, heaving for the same sex-tainted air I was as my eyes fluttered closed. He pulled my hair back from my shoulder and kissed it, right in the spot he’d marked the last time we were together.
The spot still shone with its black and red marks, and I could feel him grinning into my skin.
My breathing settled out, and I could feel sleep overcoming me. Part of me wondered if he would stay, and part of me was shocked at the fact that I wanted him to. I heaved a sigh of relief, feeling the relaxation cascade over my body. I turned to hold him. To pull him closer and paint his chest with kisses.
I wanted him to know that I understood his plights and appreciated the attention he showered onto me during this second date.
But when I rolled over and expected to hit him, all I got was a warm, empty bed. I leaned up and looked for him, pulling the comforter from the bed and wrapping it around my body.
“Mason?” I called out. “Mason? Where are you?”
Then, just as I went to go check the main room, I heard the front door of my apartment shut closed.
Mason had left.
Without a word.