“I jerked him off until he came, his cum covering my hand and his cock …” I continue to say, my cock hardening against Daphne’s hand as she massages my crotch. Reliving that moment I shared with Ares, telling Daphne how it happened word-by-word … somehow, it makes me forget about the heaviness inside my heart.

Going up to her feet, Daphne smiles softly at me and takes her hands to her shoulders, hooking her thumbs on the strap of her dress. “What happened then…?” she continues, pushing the right strap down, and then doing the same with the left one, the fabric of her dress drooping over her shoulders.

“Then…” I start, running my tongue over my dry lips, my heart thumping inside my chest like a war drum. “Then he grabbed my cock and stroked me as he leaned into me…” I turn on the piano bench so that I’m facing Daphne, my unblinking eyes taking every inch of her bare skin, the curve of her breasts whispering my name. “He took me in his mouth, his tongue on my cock … he sucked me until I simply couldn’t take it anymore.”

My voice cracks for an instant, and Daphne sighs softly as she pulls her dress to her waist. Smiling as if urging me to go on, I take a deep breath and try to rearrange the words inside my head.

“He licked and sucked until I came,” I continue, each word that leaves my lips making my heart skip a beat. “I came in his mouth and he took every single drop. Every single one. And we kissed, my cum on his lips.”

Still not saying a word, she sways her hips from side to side and allows her dress to float down to the floor, the fabric caressing the smooth skin of her legs on the way down. She’s wearing a black lace bra, her round breasts a perfect match for the almost transparent fabric. Still holding my gaze she takes her hands to her back and unhooks the bra, allowing its straps to slide down her arms and the whole thing onto the floor.

“I wish I was there,” she whispers, her voice wrapping around my thoughts and smothering them. Moving slowly, I go up to my feet and reach toward her breasts with my hungry hands, anxious to feel her already hard nipples under my fingers, but I restrain myself.

Daphne doesn’t want to have anything to do with any kind of restriction, though. She acts with decisiveness and grabs the hem of my shirt, unbuttoning it in swift strokes and then pushing it down my shoulders, her fingertips kissing my arms as she undresses me. She narrows her eyes as she allows them to roam over my naked chest, my pectorals and wall of abs calling for her.

The look in her eyes leaves no room for doubt: she’s a woman possessed right now, lust and desire coursing through her veins like a blend of honey and poison.

She runs her tongue over her lips in anticipation, and then leans forward and into me; I respond fast, pressing my mouth against hers and surrendering to the taste of ripe strawberries on her lips, sweet electricity discharging all over our bodies. We are like a coiled spring yearning for release, two bodies and souls aching for each other.

I raise one hand to her waist and embrace her figure; taking two steps forward, I push her back until the back of her knees meet the edge of the couch; one simple push and she falls, lying down. I follow after her, pressing my naked chest against her breasts and allowing the warmness of her flesh to drive me completely insane. Needing to feel me all over she takes her hand to my crotch and flattens her hand against it once more, a grin of pure delight taking over her sweet mouth as she feels something as solid as rock there, something aching for her.

She groans lightly as I suck on her tongue, my hands going down to her backside and pulling her closer, the friction between our bodies enough to start an all-consuming fire. I grab her ass cheeks harshly, squeezing them both at the same time; exhaling sharply as I dig my fingers into her flesh, I then look straight into her eyes, an all-consuming hunger taking over my mind.

Taken by an overpowering impulse I grab her hair and pull her head back, exposing her bare breasts. I lean in, taking her right nipple into my mouth and softly sucking on it before I move toward her left breast, my tongue tracing the hills and valleys of her delicious tits. I feel my cock hardening even more and, for a fraction of a second, I almost growl like some wild beast and pull down her thong, desperate to have her naked body at my mercy.

I don’t think I need to explain to you how I’m aching to fuck her right now, do I?

Wriggling her body free from mine, she gets up from the couch after squeezing hard on my cock. She smiles at me lasciviously. My cock tenses up against my boxers at the sight of her small black thong, my heart in pain from the desire that smothers it. How I want to reach for her underwear and slowly pull it down with my teeth, allowing her scent to take over me …

“I want you,” she tells me. “I want you right now. I need to fuck you hard, and leave nothing on the table … I want a piece of what you and Ares had. I want to feel your cock hard for me, just as much as it was for Ares.”

The look in my eyes tells her everything she needs to know: she doesn’t need to ask twice. If there’s something that I want it's to fuck her right now, to surrender to the present moment, and allow my very soul to dissolve and fade away into sin.

Like a wild cat she approaches me, her movements charged with lust and hunger; her hands dart to my pants and she pulls them down, tugging harshly and sending them and my boxer briefs down to my ankles, her fingertips scratching at my skin. My cock rises up, saluting her expectantly.

She doesn’t need instructions.

Her knees touch the floor and, before I can breathe out, her lips are wrapped around my hard cock. As if pushed back by an invisible force I throw my head back and groan loudly, spreading my arms and resting them over the headrest of the couch.

She spreads my legs apart, stroking my inner thighs with the tip of her fingers; my breathing grows harsher as she reaches for my cock and grabs it, slowly wrapping her fingers around my hard shaft. With her free hand she cups my balls, gently rolling them over her fingers and playing with them, and only then does she start leaning in.

Slowly opening her mouth, she engulfs the tip of my cock and then unrolls her lips down the length of my shaft, taking all of my inches with a kind of desperate eagerness.

I look up to the ceiling and sigh, my whole body filled with trepidation with the pleasure as she starts bobbing her head in an up down rhythm, moving fast over the length of my shaft, her lips smacking against one another each time my cock springs out of her little mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan harshly, unable to restrain myself. This is too much. “So… so fucking good...”

Eyes smoldering with lust, she looks at up at me. I could cum right now, swear to God I could. There’s something about Daphne and the way that she looks at me that makes me lose all control. She's dirty. She’s filthy. Confident and strong. She revels in sex. She draws strength from it. Like a goddess. I've never met anyone like her.

“I want you now,” she whispers, taking my member out of her mouth and pushing me down onto the couch with both her hands. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey she climbs on top of me, my hands latching to her ass almost magnetically.

She takes her black thong off, the small piece sliding it down her legs easily, and pushes her soaked pussy against my cock, her juices dripping down on my thighs. She rubs herself against me, both hands on my chest, fingers like claws.

“I need this. And I need to hear you say how much you need me, how much you want me,” she says, a tone of command in her voice.

“I want you. I want you bad,” I reply without thinking, my body burning with lust and desire.

“I’m going to fuck you so bad, Lucas. You’re mine now,” she whispers and, with that, she wraps her legs around my torso and forces my cock inside her. She gasps as my length enters her smoothly, my thickness pushing against her inner walls.

Oh, yes, there’s no doubt about it; she means what she just said. She's going to fuck me in a way I won’t forget anytime soon.

She pushes her hips forward, forcing me to drive my cock deep inside her. She moans loudly, not a care in the world, pleasure turning into sound as it bubbles up her throat and explodes in her mouth.

I breathe heavily as she rides me hard, her ass bouncing up and down against my thighs. Once again I feel drawn to her perfect ass, my hands hitting her cheeks hard. I relish the sound, spanking her ass one more time, the sound of flesh on flesh music to my ears.

“Your cock is mine….” she moans against my ears, her breasts rubbing against my chest. She bites my neck, her teeth pulling my skin hard enough to make me groan and bury my cock inside her pussy in a brutish fashion.

“You know... “ she nibbles at my ear, her hips swaying back and forth on top of me. “The first time I saw you … I knew I wanted you right away. And I knew I’d have you, one way or another. I fingered myself that night, thinking of you and Ares.”

I’m not sure what it is, her words or the way in which she intones them, but one thing is certain: she's driving me crazy. In my mind there’s only one simple thought—to ravage her, and to fuck her very, very hard.

I grab her by the waist and, without pulling my cock out, push her to the side and change positions with her, climbing on top of her naked body. I groan then, feeling the acute feeling of her fingernails digging into my ass cheeks, pulling me into her.

Pushing against her hands, I suddenly pull my cock out and kneel between her spread legs; my thumb darts down, massaging her clit. With two other fingers I go inside her, driving them into a hook and making her moan louder.

I love the feeling of her wetness on my fingers, and I make sure to share it with her. I remove my fingers abruptly from her pussy and place them over her lips. Eagerly, she opens her mouth and sucks on my fingers, the flavor of her own pussy making her skin prickle in a fraction of a second.

“Oh, God … just give me that cock!” she begs me, her voice cracking as it reaches a desperate high pitch.

In a quick motion of my hips I’m inside of her once again, my body pressing down on hers, sweat running down my back. She laces her legs around my back and imprisons me in a tight embrace, making my cock plunge deep inside of her in a way that makes her scream at the top of her lungs.

She’s screaming so loudly that I bet every single one of my neighbors can hear her right now. And you know what? I don’t even care if someone is listening. All I care for in this moment is to give her what she wants.

“Make me come …” she moans. “Make me come… Fuck me hard, I…”

She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

I pull out of her and motion her to place herself on all fours. She rolls on the couch and raises her ass at me, wiggling it from side to side; with one hand I feel her wet pussy aching for me and, happy to oblige to her desires, ram my cock in her hard enough for her to press her face against the leather couch, her muffled scream of pleasure bouncing off the couch.

I push every inch into her, grabbing her hair with both hands.

“It’s… so… fucking… good…” is all she manages to say between each stride I make inside of her. “Harder... harder... HARDER!”

I don’t know if she's screaming or whispering. I’m lost in motion, sweat tricking down both our bodies, her wet hair clinging to her face.

I go as fast and as hard as I can until her screaming makes her throat go sore. Even so, she lets out a harsh moan that makes my skin prickle, her body convulsing as an out-of-control climax takes hold of her body.

The sound of her moaning drives sparks of electricity down my body, and I feel a pleasant tightness taking hold of my body. My cock jerks deep inside her and, grabbing her by the hips with more force than is necessary, I join her in absolute paradise.

I close my eyes as my cock explodes inside of her, my cum filling her pussy and dripping down onto the couch. I breathe out, long and hard, as if I’m breathing out all the tension that has accumulated in my body.

Only when her body goes limp do I let go of her.

I roll to the side, allowing my body to rest right next to hers in the cramped space of the couch. She’s breathing hard, as if she’s just ran a marathon, not that I’m in a much better condition. My lungs are working hard, my heart working overtime, all of my muscles feeling sore from the effort.

I’ve never felt more satisfied in my life. It’s like everything I’ve always chased has led me up to this moment. This is almost paradise. Almost. There’s only one way it could be better. And, even though I really don’t want to think or talk about it, I can tell that she’s thinking the same right now. It’s a heavy silence right now, and I don’t want to be the one breaking it. I don’t have to. She turns to me, and looks in my eyes, running her hand down my chest. “It’s not the same without him,” she tells me, her eyes wide as she bares her soul to me, trusting me. “It’s not the same." “No, it’s not,” I whisper back at her, pulling her close to me and wrapping her in my arms. Without Ares, we’re incomplete.