CHAPTER 2
THE KING-SIZE BED WAS FACING the panoramic windows, its headboard backed by a console table.
Stealthily, he walked towards it and peeked. He saw a small foot. A woman’s based on those pink-tipped toes.
He relaxed. Just a bit. Female assassins were very efficient for they could distract a man by just being a woman. In fact, in Iraq, women were often used as suicide bombers, along with children. He would not trust a woman who was not his sister, especially a total stranger sleeping on his bed.
He pointed the gun at her prone form, stepping fully to the side of the bed. She hadn’t moved a muscle. She was sleeping like a baby, covered by the comforter from the neck down.
He carefully pulled the comforter away from her body to make sure she wasn’t playing possum on him with a weapon hidden under the blanket, ready to shoot if she made a wrong move.
What were revealed to him were legs so smooth and feminine his cock jumped in excitement like a dog that just spotted a T-bone.
Her dress had ridden up to the juncture of her thighs, giving him a glimpse of frilly pink panties.
He slowly lowered the gun to his side, his brows knitting in disappointment. He’d asked for three women. Not one. This slip of a babe couldn’t possibly sate his rampaging lust tonight.
She was small. Short. Fine-boned
But damn, she looked…incredible.
So beautiful even in slumber.
Was she a Latina or Asian? Her features, replete in sleep, were a cross of both. Long strands of dark, brown hair spread like a shiny veil on the white pillow.
His eyes traveled down her chest.
Even flat on her back, those twin globes of flesh defied gravity. He wondered now if the babe was enhanced by science. He couldn’t tell as her dress modestly covered her upper body. It would be a shame to mar such beauty with some fake boobs. The ones he’d had in the past all went to the doctor to augment their knockers. Something he secretly disliked. He liked rough sex. Grabbing and squeezing real woman’s flesh was a turn-on. But bastards like him couldn’t be choosers. He wanted pussy. What did he care if those pussies came with fake racks?
Alright. Tommy delivered one babe. He had to make do with available consumption. He was not inclined to go clubbing tonight looking for a hook-up.
Man, he would wear this one out tonight. He hoped her small frame could take some rough fucking, because he sure was going to bang the shit out of her six ways from Sunday.
She shifted on the bed, making this faint, unintelligible mewing. Blood surged to his cock like a rushing flood.
His heart pumped faster until it was a heavy beat ramming the wall of his chest, until his nerves felt raw with the vibrating energy ready to unleash from within him.
Oh yeah, he would unleash it all on her.
In her.
All over her.
His cock had made a huge tent out of the towel wrapped around his hips. With a little tug, it came off. He stared at his erection. Fuck, he’d never seen himself so massive, even at his horniest.
He couldn’t wait to sheathe this monster within her little cunt. She was small. Would she be tight?
He bent and hauled his bulk carefully on the bed. He was a big man, six-feet-four and 203 pounds of solid, ripped muscles. Crouched on top of her, she looked like a tiny lamb about to be slaughtered by a big, bad grizzly. For a second, he hesitated. Maybe he should call Tommy and ask for another babe. Someone taller, bigger and stronger. This little one, however beautiful, looked too frail for his brute strength.
His cock protested the delay. Big bad bear won’t be denied any further. She must have known about him before she accepted the invitation. Tommy must have briefed her about his sexual habits, preferences and appetite.
She came here, was even sleeping on his bed, obviously waiting for him. Then she shall get what she came here for.
He knelt before her and gently touched her feet. She had dainty ones with the cutest toes painted with pink nail polish.
He gently raised one foot to his lips and licked her big toe. She tasted of some fruit. Melons. He brought her other foot to his lips and soon, he was having a foot fetish. He’d never liked a woman enough to lick her feet but now, he was rubbing his cheeks on this woman’s feet, bringing them down to his chest and abs.
His cock was a huge pole spearing the air between his folded legs, hungry for attention. He was dripping with excitement but something inside him wanted to savor the moment. He longed to feel her first, touch her with his hands and lips first, rub his skin all over her first before his cock took over in her pussy.
He bent her legs and sandwiched his straining cock between the warm soles of her feet. Shit, that felt good. She should be awake by now, but she was still dozing off, innocent of the wickedness he was doing to her.
He pumped between her feet and groaned in pleasure-pain. He stopped when he felt his balls tightening, ready to release.
Not yet. He would torture himself further. Somehow, it was turning him on like mad that he was sneakily doing this to her. Or maybe she was awake and was just playing with him. Either way, he would have to taste every inch of her first. He wanted her quivering, gasping and flowing in readiness for him, begging to be stretched and filled by his cock, eager to be showered with his cum. Oh yeah, he would definitely rain a cumstorm in her.
He hooked his fingers on the strings of her panties and pulled the lacy garment down her smooth legs, throwing it across the room.
He actually bated his breath like a kid about to open a Christmas present as he spread her legs and bent them wide to her sides, revealing her most private part to his perverted eyes.
Fuck me.
A pussy made in heaven.
He’d had so many of this he couldn’t tell one from the other. They all felt the same night and day. But this one…He would probably remember this beauty vividly even after a hundred years.
It looked like the rest of her, cute and pink as cotton candy. She sure knew how to groom this little kitty for a man’s pleasure. Just a little strip of hair at the top of her slit, the rest was bare and smooth.
He spread her with his fingers. Fuck, she looked small, but the thought of stretching her wide open brought such a rush of anticipation his cock swelled with more blood.
But first things first.
He lay on his stomach and rubbed his face on her inner thighs. Her sweet, clean scent beckoned him. He slowly licked the sides of her pussy. A faint moan escaped her lips as she raised her hips. He smiled. He wondered how long she could play dead as he ate her.
Fuck, she smelled so fucking good. He gently swiped his tongue along the short length of her slit. Goddamn. Tasted good, too!
Soon, he was lapping at her pussy like a big cat licking cream. Unbelievably delicious! He spread her lips wide, revealing her engorged clit. He’d never been this fascinated by the little button before. He was a man who studied a woman’s anatomy merely not to embarrass himself in the sack but it was always clinical on his part, a means to control his bed partners. But the end game was always about his pleasure. However now, he wanted the babe to wake up so she would witness and feel everything he was doing to her. But except for the little sighs and moans coming from her lips and the little twitches of her thighs, he would swear she was really asleep.
He reached for her knockers and rolled her nipples lightly with his fingers. “Wake up now, sleeping beauty. I want you to see this.”
She answered with a soft sigh and a little undulation of her hips.
He pinched her clit. She moaned a little louder but her eyes remained closed.
Grinning wickedly, his tongue went back to work on her pussy.
——*****——
That ache.
Such a strange sensation emanating from the pit of her belly, unfamiliar but utterly delicious ache swirling there at the core of her.
Where was it coming from? What was causing it?
She could feel a pressure there. A movement. A steady, rhythmic movement. Caressing her. Rubbing her. There…oh there…in that very sensitive place…between her legs!
Something was touching her kitty!
Oh god, what was it? She couldn’t see. She couldn’t move much. She could only feel.
The pressure built as the rhythm escalated. She squirmed, lifting her hips in sync with the rubbing.
My god, that felt so good! So incredibly good!
She wanted more of that. She wanted the pleasure to go on and on as the sensations in her core became so intense she was crying out with it. There was a pulse pounding between her legs as the rubbing centered on a spot, a highly sensitive spot that responded like a live wire, generating current that vibrated through her veins, surging all the way to her extremities. The soles of her feet felt on fire!
She felt so alive and yet so weak, melting, dissolving in feverish pleasure. Liquid heat gushed between her legs and the rubbing was even more exquisite because of it. She didn’t want it to ever stop.
The sensations changed, shifting to another level.
She could feel something entering her now. An intruder was invading that part of her that had never been explored before. It hurt some but the petting on her sweet spot didn’t stop and the pleasure became too unbearable she was gasping with the acute need for release. A release from what, she didn’t know, only that the wicked feelings were leading her to a place that scared her and yet she couldn’t stop herself from heading towards it head on. Into the vortex of something so intense it will surely kill her.
She was going insane, overwhelmed by this delicious, torturous need she’d never felt before. She had to reach that place or expire.
She wanted to move, to have something to hold on to, to thrash on the bed like mad but she was boneless, yet her heartbeat pounded in her ears, her blood rushing like a roller-coaster in her veins, pumping her pulse to bursting as she came closer to the center of the vortex.
“Oh god, please…! I can’t…Please, please, please!”
The pressure broke and something inside her exploded and she was swept away by the force of it, hurtled into the sky. Her entire universe splintered into a million smithereens of bliss.
She was flying, floating, flowing, falling…she didn’t know. She was lost…in heaven! Oh, this must be heaven! Nothing had ever felt this good!
She didn’t know how long she swam in that beautiful place.
When she floated down she was totally spent, feeling the calm after the storm.
What a perfect storm it was.
My goodness gracious, that was so good! Whoever invented this extraordinary feeling was a genius. Whatever it was that gave it to her was now a gentle, leisurely rubbing, as if it knew she couldn’t take any more pressure after that explosion. And it felt good, too, this slow petting, as if her kitty was indeed a kitten…
Her kitty was getting a rubbing…
Yes, her kitty.
“Wake up, sugar pie.”
Sugar pie?
Someone was calling her with some stupid name.
That someone, she couldn’t see, but he was a man by the sound of his voice and he was near. Very near.
And then she could see.
She could feel.
She could smell.
HIM.
A man was staring down at her.
A very handsome man with the bluest eyes.
And his hand was in her kitty.
No, not his hand.
His—oh!
She had no time to fully digest what was happening as she felt a stabbing into her depths she’d never felt before.
She cried out, her hands coming flat against his chest to push him away.
He is…oh my god! Her sluggish mind screamed.
She felt him pushing a very hard rod of flesh, scorching its way inside her.
She whimpered. Her mind was screaming bloody red alert. Somebody was touching her! Taking liberties she had not permitted! Someone she didn’t even know! She should cry bloody murder! But her body was still humming from the incredible pleasure she’d just experienced and what he was doing to her felt a bit uncomfortable but…good.
Getting better.
Her inner muscles were stretching to accommodate his thickness. Her untried walls involuntarily clenched around his shaft, as if embracing a long lost lover. He was just at her entrance but she felt so full already.
“Fuck…you’re so tight, baby. Relax your pussy. Don’t squeeze me yet. Let me in first…fffuck…!” His voice was low and strong and yet his tone was gentle. Such a strange combination.
He pushed deeper….and deeper still…until the discomfort became pain.
Her fingers dug onto his shoulder blades, her nails biting onto his skin.
“Stop…!”
——*****——
Maybe he’d been without it for so long but he’d never wanted to be inside a woman’s body as badly as he wanted to now. He couldn’t even spare the time to look for the stack of rubber now missing from the bedside table and she was asking him to stop?
Was she fucking kidding?! It was like asking a fighter plane to do an emergency landing on a short, narrow strip. Well, he’d done that several times but not with his fucking impending orgasm!
But her lovely face was now scrunched in obvious pain. He groaned in frustration. A tiny pussy usually needed to practice several times on his cock to get comfy with it. That was the reason he preferred athletic women for bed partners. They can take a pounding without breaking sweat or crying like a fucking baby.
Shit!
As much as he wanted to ram his entire length to the hilt inside her, he just couldn’t, even if it was killing him to slow down.
He pulled out of her gently and rubbed his cockhead along her slit, now a little valley flowing with honey from her orgasm minutes ago. His entire body pulsed with carnal need. He’d never ached this bad and good. He should go looking for rubber. Whoever removed his supply where he put it will have a fucking lot to answer for. But he couldn’t make himself move from the bed and part with her for even just a minute.
He’d go commando this one time. Just one time. She tasted clean. Too clean, in fact. Sweet and tasty, too. Maybe she was clean.
Fuck.
This indecision was a first for him in the sack. It was like firing a Maverick at his target with unsure coordinates. Very risky and dangerous.
“What…are you doing?”
He wanted to laugh at her question. If she was trying to sound naïve to enhance her little role-playing game, it was working. Her innocent tone, coupled with the anxious look on her face turned the perverse animal on inside him even more.
“What do you think I’m doing, sugar? Trying to put my cock inside you but you’re too small I need to stretch your tight little hole first. Has it been a while for you?”
“A while…?”
“Yes, the last time you fucked?”
“Uhm…never?”
He expelled a low chuckle. “Ah sugar, I wouldn’t take it that far, but this little beauty sure feels a bit out of shape. Not that I’m complaining. I fucking love your tightness. Never had anything as tight as this.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
He didn’t need to role-play, as horny as he was but she was a good actress. “Okay, sure, sugar pie. Don’t worry though, we’re gonna get you in shape in no time. You’re gonna do a lot of stretching exercises in the coming days.”
He talked to her in this low, dirty, soothing, teasing voice to distract her from the discomfort while he rubbed their genitals together. She was so wet the friction made a sexy, wet squishy sound echoing around them. He had never been one for the little details in sex. He was a get in, get on, get off type. His partner’s pleasure had to match his tempo or he would leave her behind and he really didn’t care much as they all knew how to get themselves off in the middle of it.
This little babe didn’t show signs of being a hustler in the sack.
Normally he’d go impatient but strangely, he was not. He was taking his time even if his cock was screaming bloody mayhem to finish now, her pleasure be damned.
She was moaning again, her hands moving along the planes of his chest, touching his nipples. Holy fuck.
Who’s this girl? He’d never had her before. He would remember if he had, at least. Nobody who smelled this heavenly, who felt this good can be forgotten so easily. Whereas before he’d never cared to see a woman again after the hot action, this time he would take an exception. She definitely deserved an encore.
There was something about her scent. Her taste. Something unique. Something he’d never felt before and he had to feel it wrapped around his cock, that softness, that wetness, that warmth. Yes, he would want that over and over again.
Her brown eyes were now glassy with the renewed arousal he was stoking to a new high. He’d like to see her come again and this time, he’d like to feel her go around his shaft, feel every squeeze and pull of her orgasm.
He licked her pink nipples again, now puffy from his extensive suckling. She was small-framed but she had the perfect rack. He could haul her in every position he fancied. Ahh, the many positions he’d like to fuck her in. Doggie, cowboy, reverse… Shit, he wasn’t even inside her and he was already thinking of more ways to fuck her.
“What’s your name?” He resumed petting her clit with his cock.
“Huhn?”
Her eyes could barely focus on him as he rubbed her clit in a rapid motion. “Your name. Tell me your name.”
“Andrea…Andi! Ooooh god!”
“Andi… I’m Craig. Say it.”
“Cr…Craig…”
He should just shoot himself in the head, but fuck help him, she just felt too good for him to stop now. He had never gone unprotected inside a woman’s body. If he had, he couldn’t recall. It was just too dangerous nowadays. But no danger signs on this one. Just welcoming heat.
The hell with prophylactic.
He pushed inside her again.
“Craig!”
Ohhh fuck! Her tight hole stretched to make way for his entry. He could hardly move from this point on as her inner muscles closed around his shaft again, preventing further entry.
Something was not right…
“Sugar…you’re so fucking tight you’re gonna make me come too soon,” he uttered in a tight voice. All of him was clamoring to ram hard but he just knew he would rip her delicate flesh. He should have asked Tommy for a replacement, but too fucking late for that.
He kissed her forehead gently, “I can’t last much longer. It’s been too long for me. I promise, I’ll make it up to you later, but I need to come, baby. I need to come inside you right now.” He would go mad if he wasn’t completely inside her in five seconds.
He grabbed the back of her knees and pushed her legs up high in his arms, aligning their bodies. He kissed her lips, driving his tongue inside her mouth as he drove his cock inside her pussy, slamming to the hilt.
She went rigid, her distressed cry trapped within their kiss.
It was like entering the snuggest tunnel of velvet fire.
Hot. So fucking hot.
Tight. Impossibly tight.
She was going wild beneath him, thrashing her legs, her hands pushing at his chest.
She bucked, trying to dislodge him. He grabbed her hips to keep her anchored to him. She was literally pinned by his pole to the mattress.
He knew he was hurting her. He could barely move from the tight fit, but he couldn’t stop now. He closed his eyes tightly as her pussy seemed to ripple around his shaft, the exquisite sensation making him shiver in acute pleasure, his fucking toes curling, a phenomenon he couldn’t remember ever feeling while inside a woman’s body.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you. Please, don’t fight me. I don’t wanna hurt you…Dammit, be still!”
His mind swam with superlatives as he tried to absorb all the overwhelming pleasure of being inside her. This was literally a pussy to die for.
He was barely aware of her cries as he started spearing the depths of her with deep, fast strokes, fully obeying the dictates of his hunger now. He groaned and grunted, his peak looming fast.
She shrieked, her nails scoring his back.
His fingers went back to her clit, rubbing it in tandem with his drilling. Her thrashing lessened and her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms looping around his shoulders.
“That’s right, sugar. Take me. You can take all of me. C’mon, baby…”
He pounded into her, speeding towards orgasm like a bullet train losing breaks, heading for the inevitable collision.
Then it hit him, gripping him, suspending him in that mindless release of energy that shot out of him in bursts of total freedom.
He literally blacked out for seconds, totally helpless in the throes of such mind-wrecking pleasure. If she wanted to put a bullet through his skull in that instant, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself.
He slumped on her chest, a dead weight of satisfaction, burying his face in the softness of her breasts.
Fuck yeah.
So fucking good…
I’m so fucking fucked.