Chapter Twenty-Nine

Eli

There was something about a damsel that always got me as hard as a rock. I felt so fucking powerful when I could help a woman in need. And I’d never met a woman who needed me more than Nina Gusteau needed me. I wanted to save the fuck out of her.

I crawled Nina up the bed and pressed my hot body to her cold body, warming her as I stripped away her panties. I dragged her pants and underwear down her thighs, exposing her rosy gash to the air and to my mouth.

I crashed my hungry mouth against Nina’s cunt, savoring her. She whimpered and writhed, overloaded by the sensation of my tongue circling her clit and my beard scratching at her pussy lips. Her fingers went into my hair and tangled, insisting on more. I had to give it to her. I slid two fingers into her pussy, and it clenched and twisted around them. She was starved for my cock.

I didn’t want to let her come too easily, though. I wanted to froth her up nice and steamy, work her to the brink, and then break her into a million sweaty pieces.

I pulled away from her clit, and Nina whimpered with displeasure as I left her slit behind. “I want you like this,” I rumbled down at her, gripping her hips and twisting her light body easily onto her belly. I pulled her hips up and her knees naturally folded down onto the mattress, so that her head was still down, but her ass was nice and high. I gave it a playful—but firm—slap.

“I’m ready,” Nina purred, practically insisting. She rubbed her ass against my erection, and my eyes rolled a little. I almost gave in. I almost peeled my zipper down and plunged into her hot pussy right there, forgetting about pacing, forgetting about building the intensity. But then my jaw tightened, and I took control again. All I needed to do was give my head a little shake and clear my thoughts of Nina’s perfect ass pressing into me, practically begging me.

I scooped my hands around to Nina’s and wove our fingers together again, tugging her hand between her legs and pressing it against her wet pussy. “Right there,” I breathed, a quiver moving through my body. She was so fucking wet. My cock raged and pulsed for her. “I want you to make yourself come for me.”

Nina’s fingers obediently found her button and began to swirl. She humped herself backward, trying to find my dick when it wasn’t out yet.

I peeled my zipper down and took myself out. Every time I was with her, my cock looked foreign to me. It grew larger with her than it ever had before, like Bruce Banner becoming the Hulk, and it was as rigid as a pipe. I stroked my hand down its length and leaned back, getting a juicy shot of Nina’s glistening cunt and her fingers toying with her wet pearl.

I watched the show for probably less than thirty seconds before the jeans got shucked to the floor and I straddled the space behind Nina, aligning my hips with hers and gripping the wide base of my cock. My head moved up and down her lips. I could hardly believe how wet and hot her skin was. I had to feel the inside. When a woman is jacking herself off, her cunt squeezes tighter than it ever will. I had to feel that.

My head could barely squeeze itself into Nina’s quivering twat, much less every veined inch of my monster girth. We would have to go slow, even though she was soaked. I thrust one inch into her, then another. Her walls clamped and slowly stretched to let me in. I couldn’t think straight anymore. My cock sapped all rational thought from my head and I plunged into her, even though her sweet little pussy needed more time. I couldn’t stop myself anymore. She was so tight, and her juices would let me in. Her juices couldn’t lie—she wanted this.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed. Cum thundered up through my shaft, swirling and threatening to burst from my tip. She was too much. I was going to lose my mind if I tried to hold off on this orgasm. “I can’t stop, Nina. Jesus.”

“Don’t stop,” Nina panted, her face mashed into the pillows now. Her pussy still clenched like a fist around me. Her inner-walls sucked and kissed at the tip of my dick, begging him to let go and fill her with babies.

“Are you ready?” I gripped her hips harder and slammed fully into her insane tightness. Shaken champagne bottles were under less pressure. “Are you ready for my cum, baby?”

“Yes… yes… AHHH,” Nina cried. Her pussy flexed and spasmed around my cock, coming hard. I spilled into her hard and deep, pouring every last drop of my seed. My face pounded with heat. My dick beat like its own heart. I couldn’t even feel my heartbeat. Just my dick beating. That was where all the blood circulated to and from now.

“Oh, Nina.” I collapsed behind her and wrapped my arms around her, burying my mouth against her warm, sweaty neck. She tasted salty and sweet at the same time, like French fries dipped in vanilla ice cream. I was in fucking love. I wanted her to have my baby. I hoped that one of the past few times we had unprotected sex, she was ovulating. I wanted one of my sperm to crack her egg and make a little mixture of the two of us. I wanted to share something great with her forever. “I think I’m in love with you,” I said aloud, like it kind of shocked me, too.

It had been so long since I’d loved anyone romantically—my whole life, really—and I never suspected that it might be the prissy-seeming, pampered daughter of my greatest enemy.

“I think I’m in love with you, too,” Nina breathed. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her energy. Our exhaustion and our satisfaction merged us together, and in a matter of minutes, we were one and the same, tangled together and breathing as rhythmically as one body with two mouths and two hearts.