Chapter 5
Cloe touched his pants. He wore jeans, too. She knew how to open them, but she brushed her fingertips over that hard knob, just to feel its wicked tightness. It jumped at her touch, and Sonny groaned. She looked up at his face.
He grimaced in brutal agony. He bared his teeth between his lips, and his breath rasped in his mouth.
She observed his anguished reaction when she fingered the cock under his clothes. She squeezed it and investigated the rigid length growing out of his balls to the rounded head where it ended. She bent over and kissed it. He bucked up against her. “Suck it, baby. Get it out and suck it. Show me how much you want it.”
Suck it? Okay, she could do that. She concentrated on getting his pants open.
She snapped apart the button, but she didn’t get a chance to slide his zipper down. His cock swelled bigger and harder than ever. It poked his bright red head out and forced the zipper open.
Her finger grazed the zipper, and it glided over that meaty shaft. It sprouted out of him to point into her face. “See what you do to me?” he grumbled. “Do you see how beautiful and sexy and incredibly hot you are? Don’t ever let me hear you say guys don’t want women like you. God, I want you so bad! Come on, baby. Put me out of my misery.”
She didn’t understand what he was saying. His body held all her attention. She fondled his cock in her delicate fingers. She couldn’t comprehend such an alien thing. She traced its veins and its taut umbrella head. She never saw one so close before. She moved it around on its stem.
He choked when she glided her hand up and down its length. She had to kiss it. She had to cool it and comfort it. She guided it into her mouth and eased it into her throat.
His fingers gripped her shoulders and he moaned louder. The quicker she swallowed the louder he groaned.
Cloe just had to take him inside her. She would devour it until it nourished her deepest hunger.
He brushed her hair off her face and collected it in a bunch behind her head. He pushed her down on his cock. He muttered under his breath, but she couldn’t make out the words. That didn’t matter.
She glided her lips along its length. She flashed her tongue under the curved rim and over his throbbing veins. Oh, it tasted good. It tasted like fresh, hot man. She now craved that taste.
She cradled his balls in one hand and stroked his shaft with the other while she sucked. His groaning, grumbling complaints rose to whimpering cries. He gasped for breath every time she swallowed him as deep as he would go.
She just got down to business when he pulled her off. His lips quivered back from his teeth. He hauled her up to his mouth to kiss her. He let go of her hair, and it curtained around her face. “Sit on it, baby. Show me how you want to sit on it.”
Did she want to sit on it? She never considered it until this moment. As soon as he said those words, she realized she did want to sit on it. She wanted to sit on it more than anything in the world. She could take it into her throat, but nothing could compare to taking it into her hidden recesses. She would hide it in her blood and her bones. He would never get away from her there.
She got to her feet, and he collected her near him with both hands. He scooped her in, and his fingers walked across her ass to bring her to the right place. She inched forward. Quick as lightning, he shucked his pants the rest of the way down to his ankles. He forked two fingers around his cock to make it stand up straight. His other hand steered her onto his lap.
Forgotten instinct told her what to do. She knelt on either side of his hips. All she had to do was sit down. He aimed his tool into her saturated lips, and her wet juices welcomed him in. He plowed her pussy apart until he found the locked door inside, and there he stopped.
She held her breath and waited, but he wouldn’t go any further. He leaned back and kissed her. “Come on, baby. Come on. Sit down. Sit down. You know you want to.”
She wanted to, but she wasn’t sure how. Sit down on it? He made it sound so simple, but her flesh wouldn’t let him in. Her tightness halted him there. How could she get him inside?
That question answered itself out of her bottomless, insatiable longing for him. Her body ached for that thick meat inside her. He belonged there. She would never be complete until she got him in there where his cock fit. She would never become a whole person without that missing piece of herself.
Sonny didn’t do anything. He just sat there and waited until her own need made her move. She pushed her hips against his cock. She pumped forward and back. She let her weight sink onto the torturous shaft pointing up at her.
Micron by micron, she wormed it past the iron doorway. Inch by inch, she squirmed onto it. Its frilled head snapped over her flesh. She mewed in pain, but the sweet release of getting him in there wiped it all out. In a second, glorious pleasure swept over her and shot her into space.
She dared not stick it in any farther. She hung suspended above him with the first spare inches of his shaft stuck between her virginal muscles. She didn’t sit down. She just knelt there and screamed. He clutched her behind the head with both hands. He jammed her forehead against his and held her still while she screamed and screamed and screamed her undying orgasm. That cock felt so good. It felt better than good. It felt cosmic, earth-shattering and incomprehensible.
The climax washed up and down her quivering frame. It excited her hips to glide back and forth. Her own gushing wetness coated his cock. She didn’t even notice when he sank farther in. She didn’t notice until his ridged cock touched a different zone inside her. It set off a chain reaction of one climax after another until she couldn’t keep still.
She collapsed onto his lap, and his prick slotted the rest of the way inside, but she couldn’t relax. She plunged into it and heaved up. She thumped him hard, and the delicious pain split her in half. She swirled him in circles to excite every square of flesh she could find.
He crushed her neck and head in his hands. He roared over her tempestuous screams, but she couldn’t hear him. “Yeah! Yeah, baby! That’s it. Come on. Come on. That’s right. Oh, yeah.”
He didn’t sit still now. He met her strikes slamming down on him. He slid farther down the couch and bounced her on his hips. He shot her juices all over the place spattering her pussy to pieces. She hung onto his wrists for leverage, but she had no idea what she was doing. Her mind went on vacation while her body did what it wanted.
Her body wanted to take every bit of him. Her body wanted to grasp every particle of desire it could get and leave no stone unturned. Her body would never quit until she made up for all the wasted time she’d spent alone.
Once again, she made the mistake of quitting before he did. She did it with him. She had who knows how many explosive orgasms. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. This was one for the record books. Now she could put her pants on and leave.
He didn’t play that way, though. One orgasm or several dozen made no difference to him. He set out to deflower her. He wouldn’t quit until he did the job right. She wanted an expert, and she got one.
The instant her orgasms started to wane, he leaped off the couch. He strapped his big arms around her middle and flipped her over on her back on the cushions. For just an instant, he knelt there between her knees. He thrust his hips between her legs and stirred her tight, warm pussy.
She locked her ankles behind his back and humped up against him. She couldn’t stop herself, she needed him so bad. He pushed her forward so her head bumped the couch. He glided in and out of her channel on rivers of glistening honey.
She gazed up at him, raging, mighty, unstoppable. He fixed his glinting eyes on her. He caressed both hands up her sides to massage her breasts. He made her contract in satisfied moans. Nothing she did surprised him. He knew all along she would react like this. He could see the blatant desire written all over her face.
He pulled his cock out of her and turned her over on her stomach. Her knees hit the carpet, and her ass stuck up at his face.
She never expected, in all her days, to find herself in this position. She never expected to kneel like a dog in front of some man’s dripping hard cock. She never expected him to stroke her ass with his powerful hands and purr between his teeth.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. That ass is so fucking beautiful. Come on and stick it up at me. Let me see that ass asking me for it. Do you want my cock? Huh? Show me, baby.”
How badly did she want it, anyway? Could she experience that heavenly rapture all over again—like this? Could she submit herself to his brutal attentions and love it? She didn’t even have to ask that question.
She arched her back and craned her head around to look at him. She shoved her ass into the air to meet his soft caresses. She gyrated her hips in circles to invite him in. She moaned and whimpered for the cock poking between her legs.
He slid it back and forth between her engorged lips. He spread her sauce all up and down his shaft. He nudged her clit until she wanted it all over again. The more he did it to her, the more she wanted it. The moment she reached one towering climax, she wanted another one.
How did she ever wind up with this man? The angels must have smiled on her and blessed the moment she lost her virginity to someone who knew what he was doing. When he wedged it into her fissure this time, she was ready. She wound her pelvis around to screw it in. She gobbled it down in all its raging glory.
He gave her ass a firm squeeze. He pinched her voluptuous flesh out of the way to spread her lips for himself. He popped his thick head inside and pumped. Once inside, he took hold of her hips in both hands and started pounding. He drove his shaft into the hilt and bounced off.
She needed this the same way she needed all the rest of it. She stared up at him. He was an animal—raw and primal and commanding. He had her on her knees, and his penetrating cock excited her to an intoxicated frenzy. It stroked along her top surface until she couldn’t stand it. She bleated in rabid lust. She howled in ecstasy, but he wouldn’t quit. The harder he made her come, the harder he fucked her. The harder he fucked her, the more she came.
He jackhammered his cock against her insides until she sobbed. If she shut her eyes against the onslaught, he grabbed her by the hair and turned her around. “Look at me.” He never let her escape her fate.
And she loved every second of it.
Her eyes ceased to function. She couldn’t focus them. She knew only the devastating rod jamming into her deepest places and sprinkling its effervescence over her soul. She had to take it. She had to accept everything it did to her. She had to give herself over to the change taking over her life.
She fell forward on the couch, but he caught her arms and pulled them back. He crossed her wrists over her back and held them together in one brutal hand. He grabbed a wad of her hair with the other hand. Between the two points, he controlled her every move.
He pried her back into a dangerous arc. He knocked her forward with every deep blow from his hammer. His glistening cock slithered out of her, hovered around her opening for one terrible instant, and burrowed to the ultimate limit where it belonged.
Every insertion, every withdrawal, every inch of his rock-hard manhood excited her beyond her comprehension. He killed her and brought her back to life. He made her an animal like himself. He made her primal and primitive. He made her dirty and washed her clean at the same time.
Just when she thought she couldn’t stand another moment of this, he yanked himself away. All the steaming hot jizz all over her ass and trickling down her thighs went cold. She shivered, but she couldn’t drag herself off that couch. Her limbs wouldn’t work. Glorious sparkly stars twinkled all over her. They combusted before her eyes and blinded her to everything.
All of a sudden, something hot saved her from despair. A simmering black demon ate into her panting crevices. His fists and fingers let her go. She could move well enough to turn around and look. At first, she didn’t see him anywhere. She understood only the blistering cruelty of that burning darkness eating her up from the inside.
Then she caught sight of two gleaming eyes. They moved over her ass, and a fringe of grey framed them. No other signs of life disturbed the room. She stared.
He rose up an inch and sank down again. His nose, eyes and forehead lingered there while the darkness covered her ravaged flesh.
He was the demon. He munched her from behind. His heat and his saliva brought her back to molten hotness. His tongue, teeth and lips chewed her up, spit her out and left nothing behind.
She came again and again…