Nicole
“This is…” he starts, trailing off as he looks around my bedroom. I close the door behind us as we step inside, eager to have his arms wrapped around me, but I stop as I look at him.
His eyes seem to linger on my childhood pictures; slowly, he then heads toward the full body mirror I have on the corner.
“That’s my grandmother,” I tell him as he reaches for one of the pictures taped to the mirror.
In the picture, she’s standing in front of a red brick wall, wearing a loose apron over a faded dress. Her dress is blue, the kind of blue that reminds me of the restlessness of the ocean in the first days of winter, and only the whiteness of the polka dots splattered all over it break those memories of early winter.
Her cheeks are flushed, the lines around her mouth carved deep by years of easy smiles and generous laughs.
“A woman with no wrinkles is a woman without a story to tell,” I whisper, and Parker looks at me. “That’s what she used to tell me,” I continue. “She’d tell me that all the time. She made me believe in hard work.”
Those memories are the reason I left home in the first place. They’re the reason I abandoned the dappled shade of the trees, the comforts of home, and the lazy afternoons when the whole horizon would stretch to accommodate a warm sunset.
I gave all that away and replaced it with the stern shadows of buildings smudged by the fog, the quick-fire chatter of city dwellers, and by the rapid pulse you’d only find in a big city.
“I like that,” he whispers, plucking the picture from the frame and staring at it, his thumb grazing over it. I stand there in complete silence, just taking in the scene. He’s looking at my grandmother’s picture as if he yearned for something like that, for family, for comfort.
“I’ve never met my grandmother,” he tells me matter-of-factly, and the casual tone in his voice makes my skin prickle.
I wonder about him. He seems… lonely.
The kind of man that’d push family, friends, and lovers out of his life, only so that he could focus on his goals. A man whose ambition burns so bright it devours everything around him.
And that doctor’s appointment he told me about… I don’t even know what to think about it. I can't imagine how that's affecting him. He seems to believe death’s jaws are snapping at his heels, and he wants to go out with a bang instead of fizzling out.
That thought makes my heart ache. I try to push it away from my mind, but I can’t imagine a world without Palmer.
It hurts too much to think about it.
“Come here,” I whisper, reaching for his hand and pulling him into me. I need to feel him close to me. I need to hold him tight, just to make sure he won’t disappear like a forgotten dream.
I look into his eyes, my heart drumming wildly inside my chest. He smiles then, caressing my face with the back of his hand. Leaning into me, he brushes his lips against mine. It’s a simple kiss—tender and kind—but it’s enough for me to lean in and press my forehead against his chest.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I whisper.
I lay one hand on his chest, and I stay like that for a long time, just listening to his pulse. The warmness of his body seems to spread into mine, and it doesn’t take long for this feeling of comfort to turn into something more.
“Me, too,” he replies, and that’s all I need.
I can do without the flourishes and the pretty words. I can do without declarations of love and flowers. I can do without all that.
All I need is Palmer, his lips against my hair as he whispers those words.
I grow wet, and I can already feel my drenched thong sticking to my skin. My heart is racing furiously inside my rib cage, pumping desire through my veins as if I just received a shot of adrenaline. The blood that runs through me is charged with lust and sinful thoughts, inflaming that burning need I have for his body.
I tried to avoid this. I knew how… stupid it would be for me to be near Palmer. He’s my one and only weakness—handsome, dangerous, and relentless. But here I am now… revealing all my childhood secrets to a man I was sure I’d hate.
I don’t even know how any of this happened.
The moment The Pearl on Park moved into my neighborhood, I started nursing a special kind of hatred for a man I saw as cold and calculated. A man who didn’t know the meaning behind the word heart.
And yet, here we are.
I surrendered to him.
I gave him my body and I gave him my heart.
I take one step forward, my eyes never leaving his, and I grab him by the scruff of his shirt. Pulling him into me, I press my mouth against his, parting my lips and brushing my tongue against his. I start unbuttoning his shirt, my eager fingers flying down the fabric as I bare his chest.
With one hand on my waist, he takes the other to my hair, grabbing it viciously. He pulls my head back and starts kissing down my chin toward my neck; once there, he starts nibbling the soft skin gently. I close my eyes as I feel his lips against my neck, my rational mind slowly drowning in an ocean of pleasure.
With jerking movements, I tug on his shirt and make the rest of the buttons pop out. I run my hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. It's absolute perfection. Good Lord, I just want to feel every single inch of his body and surrender myself to him.
And there’s nothing stopping me.
Grabbing the fabric of his shirt, I pull it down his shoulders and throw it to the floor. I pull back from his kiss and take one hard look at him, my eyes wandering over his chest. I can’t even hear my own thoughts over the loud drumming of my heart.
My lips curl into a smile as I look back into his eyes, and I let my hands slide down his chest until they meet the hem of his pants. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, sliding my hand down his pants and caressing the bulging shape that’s tenting his underwear.
I start stroking him over the fabric, my fingers curled tight around his cock. He’s gigantic, his member pulsing against my hand in such an intense way that my insides clench in anticipation.
Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his, and then start kissing down his jawline. I trace the contour of his neck and go down to his chest, feeling his hard and ripped muscles against my lips.
I go down on my knees then, pushing down his pants and boxer briefs as I do it. His cock springs free in a heartbeat, jumping eagerly into my hand.
My fingers curl around it once more, feeling its warmness against my skin. I start stroking him slowly, my eyes locked on his as my hand goes back and forth at a low teasing rhythm.
I open my mouth wide, leaning forward and taking his tip inside my mouth. Sucking on it, I let his flavor—a salty and manly one—inundate me.
My eyelids droop and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m moving forward, his whole shaft sliding inside of my mouth. I start to suck, bobbing my head back and forth and twirling my tongue around his dick. It tastes amazing, the scent of manhood crawling up my mouth and lodging itself on my brain like a perfect blanket.
Cupping his balls as I suck him, I caress them and roll them over my fingers. Then, as he kicks off his shoes, I push his pants and underwear all the way down and push them to corner of the small room.
Pulling back for an instant, I stroke him as hard as I can, my eyes widening as I try to comprehend the huge member right in front of me; it doesn’t matter how many times I see it, I’m always amazed by his size.
My skin prickles as, slightly leaning forward, he places both his hands on my shoulders and pushes the straps of my dress down. The fabric droops over my torso, baring my chest, and I immediately take my hands behind my back.
Blindly, I find my bra’s hook and unclasp it, letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. There’s no need for instructions—the moment my naked breasts come into view, he grabs them gently, his fingers brushing over my hard nipples.
I lean forward so that I can start sucking him again, his shaft rolling over my lips easily. With my hands on his ass cheeks, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can. Matching my own rhythm, he starts thrusting, his fingers running through my hair as he ravages my mouth.
I close my eyes, half-expecting him to not resist the way I’m sucking him. I wouldn’t complain if he came in my mouth, not at all.
But, of course, men like Palmer are never satisfied with one simple blowjob. They want more, always more.
And I love him for it.
He grabs my wrist, making me stop my stroking motion, and gently pushes my head back. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, and then allow him to pull me up to my feet.
He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back against the wall. I go willingly, simply looking at him as he goes pushes his body against mine, his chest pressed against my breasts.
We kiss again, our tongues dancing around each other as his hands go up and down my side, exploring the curves of my body as if I was the most wonderful woman on Earth. And the way he touches and kisses me almost convinces me that I really am that wonderful.
I part my legs slightly so that he can fit between them, his hard throbbing cock pressed tight against the front of my dress. I hike it up to my waist as his hands go up my leg, his fingers caressing my inner thigh and dangerously reaching for my thong.
The moment he presses his hand against my pussy, the wet fabric of my thong—the final frontier—a violent shiver of desire goes up my spine.
I grab his wrist and make him press his hand on me harshly, my pussy becoming even wetter as I succumb to that sweet pressure.
Taking the lead, he flicks my thong to the side and, kicking patience to the curb, slides one finger inside of me. I feel a scream climbing up my throat, but I grit my teeth and stop it just in time, remembering where I am. I didn’t avoid a scandal a few days ago just so that step into another.
He brushes his fingertip against my G-spot, darts of pleasure hitting each and every one of my nerve endings. My eyes are closed, and I can’t hear a sound; my brain can only process one thing, and that’s the pleasure he is inflicting on me.
Which is exactly what I want. I need all of my brain power to be solely devoted to pleasure right now. After all, why would I want to focus on anything else when I have Palmer right here?
When pleasure knocks at your door, you answer it.
I place my hands on his back, sliding them down to his ass and grabbing it hard, his cock pulsing against my body. As I feel the perfect curves of his ass, he starts to slide his finger in and out of me at a vicious pace.
My pussy is boiling, an eruption of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. Actually, it isn’t a threat: it’s merely a fact. I know it’s coming.
And when it does, I don’t even have time to moan. I simply surrender to the avalanche that overtakes me and pulls my rational mind down into the depths of a decadent and sinful world.
My fingers turn into claws and I hook them in his ass cheeks as I come; driven by instinct, I bite down on the tender flesh of his neck, my whole body twitching from the sudden orgasm. He keeps going, sliding his finger in and out of me, without even allowing me to catch my breath.
Stopping for one second only, he uses it to grab my thong and push it down my legs; he then does the same with my dress, leaving me naked against the wall. He takes one step back, his hungry eyes wandering over my body, and I shudder in anticipation.
Leaning in, he starts kissing my neck, his lips tracing a downward line over my body. I feel his mouth between my breasts, and then his lips wrap themselves tight around one nipple.
Arching my back, I let a low moan tumble out of my lips as his mouth moves down to my stomach, laying gentle kisses over my navel as it continues its downward trajectory.
Much in the same way I did before, he goes to his knees, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy. He starts to kiss my inner thighs, teasing me mercilessly as I squirm.
God, I want to feel his mouth on my pussy, his tongue on my clit… I want him to eat me, to devour me as if I were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.
As if he could read my mind, he immediately presses his mouth against my wetness, his tongue lapping at my clit eagerly.
I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder, allowing him to easily fit his head between my thighs. Opening his mouth wide, he sucks my drenched folds, taking my juice in his mouth as his tongue starts to jab at me, parting my inner lips and sliding in and out at a maddening pace.
I rest my hands on his, feeling dazed by the way he moves his head. Grabbing locks of stray hair, I pull him into me violently as I thrust my hips against his face, rubbing my pussy all over his mouth.
Relishing it, he redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking in a way that turns a never-ending sequence of hushed moans into a long drawn out one. I have to bite my lips and remember where I am, trying to focus so that I don’t moan louder than I can.
The moment he focuses on my clit, his lips wrapped around it as he presses down with his tongue, my whole body shakes as I come. I pull his hair as hard as I can, throwing my head back as I grit my teeth, suppressing a wild scream of savage pleasure.
I’m still shaking when he slides two fingers inside of me, moving them in and out in a matching rhythm to that of his tongue. He’s not even eating me out; he’s fucking me with his mouth.
I don’t even know how it’s possible, but the first orgasm still hasn’t died and I’m already coming again, cresting the peak of pleasure’s mountains as my body is consumed by burning intense pleasure.
My limbs are flailing and I’ve lost all control of my body—I’m like a puppet, carnal pleasure pulling the strings and guiding me towards another dimension… one where only ecstasy matters.
Guided by the desire to achieve that transcendence, I take my hands to his face and make him look at me, locking my eyes on his.
“Take me. Make me yours,” I tell him, the tone of my voice half-commanding, half-begging. Lucky for me, I don’t have to command or beg; he’s ready to give me what I want right now.
He goes to his feet, a devilish grin on his lips.
“You’re already mine, Nicole. You just don’t know it yet,” he says, pressing his body against mine. I shiver at his words.
He grabs his cock with one hand and presses its thick head against my inner lips; gently swaying his hips, he rubs his tip against me, my body and mind buzzing with excitement as I bury my fingernails in his back.
With my fingers acting like hooks, I motion for him to thrust, to pierce me with his cock and fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. But he takes his time; he keeps on gently rubbing his cock against me, never allowing it to go more than a few centimeters inside of me.
Then, the whole world explodes; he thrusts violently, his meaty member sliding inside of me with one single stroke and scorching all of my nerve endings.
His cock stretches my inner walls as it goes, making me wonder how is it possible to have something so huge inside of me. I know I don’t have other men to compare him to, but judging by all the gossip I’ve heard… let’s just say that Palmer must be in a league of his own.
He starts ramming it inside of me harshly, his fingers going down my back and nestling under my ass cheeks. He pulls me up and into him, lifting me off from the floor, and I lock my legs on his back.
With my arms over his shoulders, I pull him in and make him move even more viciously, each thrust of his is like a stab of pure pleasure, a mind-numbing high that would put any kind of drug to shame. In fact, just two thrusts and I’m already an addict.
Rocking his body against mine in a back and forth motion, our bodies fuse into one, our muscles moving as if we were part of the same machinery. My brain is working overtime trying to process all the information that my nerve endings send it, but it’s almost impossible; there’s a limit to how much pleasure I can handle.
It doesn’t take long for me to come again, my pussy tightening around his cock as I claw at his back. I do it hard, my fingernails sliding across his skin with enough strength to draw blood.
A grin dawns on my lips as I imagine how he’s going to look after I’m done with him; he’s probably going to be able to say that he has just fought a wild cat if anyone asks him what happened to his back.
Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. I like being wild… as long as he’s with me.
A violent scream climbs up my throat and I purse my lips, throwing my head back against the wall as I order my brain to keep my mouth shut. Even so, I can’t stop a moan from escaping into the cool air of the room, my body burning up with orgasmic violence.
I tremble, shiver and twitch, all of me surrendering to him.
“Good,” he whispers against my ear, his lips seductively brushing against my skin. “Now we can get started.”
Start? Oh, Jesus.
I’ve already came God knows how many times and only now he’s talking about starting? I don’t know if I can actually survive this. Has anyone ever died from having too many orgasms?
Oh, well, that wouldn’t be such a bad way to go. I mean, everyone has to die; if I have to go, why not have it happen while Palmer’s inside of me?
He pulls back, my skin prickling as I feel his cock sliding out, and puts me down. With a grin on his lips, he places his hands on my waist and turns me around. I place my hands against the wall, at shoulder height, and jut my ass back at him.
His hands run down my side, and he moves them over the curve of my ass, grabbing my cheeks hard. He presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin on mine. With his cock firmly pressed between my cheeks, I start rocking my body, grinding against his cock.
I exhale sharply, ready for what’s to come; I reach for his cock and, grabbing it, push it down. Placing the tip against my innermost folds, I let go of it and place my hand back on the wall.
He eases into me gently, my pussy resting against the tip of his erect cock. As he moves, I have to grit my teeth as he pierces me, my inner walls once again accommodating his massiveness.
When he’s in me to the hilt, he starts to move with a slow and gently rhythm. But I don’t want to move slowly; I want to go fast. I want to go furious.
I start jutting my ass back, moving my hips with a ferocity I didn’t know I had in me.
Fucking me hard, he places his hands on my hips and pulls me in as he thrusts, my mind almost destroyed by the intensity of his thrusts. My back arches as I succumb to his thrusts, my body sandwiched between a perfect man and a slab of concrete, with no escape possible.
And, really, why would I want an escape? He should be the one wondering about escaping, because I’m not letting him go anywhere—at least until my body is utterly and completely spent, that is.
Holding me against the wall, his rhythm starts to grow at a mind-bending pace, his cock hitting me so fast that I can already feel the blood inside my veins starting to boil.
I moan through gritted teeth, closing my eyes as all existence starts to fade away. I can’t see or hear; I can only feel. The whole universe seems focused on the place where our bodies meet and fuse, his cock pounding my pussy without a single hint of mercy.
I come once again, my body completely electrified. I rest my forehead against the wall, hitting it repeatedly as I try to cope with the raging joy that courses through me. It’s perfection, one devoid of any kind of mental brakes or whatsoever.
Just like that I let a loud moan tumble out from my lips. I almost don’t even care if anyone hears us.
He pulls his cock out and places his lips against my neck, kissing me tenderly. Then, he makes me turn on my heels, my back against the wall. My hands go to his chest and, clawing at his pectorals, I smile mischievously.
My hands go to his shoulders and I push him back, motioning toward the bed. He doesn’t complain as I guide him there, making him sit as I look upon him with hungry sinful eyes.
He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, and I climb on top of him, my legs open wide as I sit on his lap. My hands slide down his chest and, once again, his cock is in my hands.
Guiding his thick member home, I let it pierce me like a spear, his shaft going in easily. I don’t give him time to process what’s about to happen; I simply start rocking my body against his, my ass slapping his legs as I go back and forth.
I move wildly, still out of control, and close my eyes as he reaches for my breasts, grabbing them eagerly as I fuck him in abandonment.
I ride him hard, and I ride him fast, punishing his cock with all my might. I feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead, but these only make me go faster. My muscles are already aching, but I don’t care—I’m a woman on a mission, and I won’t be denied.
I grin as I feel sweat dripping down my back, down my face and into my lips, the salty taste of it coating my tongue.
Suddenly, I get up in a rush and, before he can do anything, I turn my back to him and ease myself down on his cock once again. His hands go down my back to my ass, and he slaps my cheeks hard as I start riding him in a reverse position.
My ass bounces up and down, slapping his body again as I try to survive the onslaught of pleasure that rages through me like a wildfire.
If anyone told me the world would end tomorrow, and that this would be the last time I’d be with anyone… Well, I can say with confidence that I wouldn’t be able to do any better. I’m giving my all here.
I clench my jaw, breathing through my nose as my muscles start to spasm. I don’t even feel the need to scream anymore—my body does all the talking now, my muscles jerking as I come once more.
I might be coming, but I’m too far gone to stop—I keep riding him violently, my ass bouncing up and down as his cock ravages me. Somehow, though, he still manages to resist my assault.
But not for long, I can guarantee you.
Standing up once more, I tower over him like a Queen. He looks at me with a grin on his face, sweat on his forehead, and I grab his hand. I motion for him to lie down on the mattress, and that’s exactly what he does.
Guided by instinct, I immediately plant each foot on the side of his thighs. I squat down, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight up. I brush it against my folds, his tips rubbing against all of my length, and only then do I go lower
I go as slow as I can, his shaft gently lodging itself inside of me. Then I start to jump and down over his cock, moving as fast as I can and pushing through my exhausted muscles.
I might be tired; I might be spent, but I’m not a quitter. I will see this through.
It doesn’t take long.
Before I know it, his cock starts to spasm and I feel a warmth inside of me. He starts to cum, his semen gushing inside of my pussy like a fountain, filling me to the brink and dripping down his cock. It goes on for what seems like forever, an endless torrent of thick cum inundating me as I finally ease myself down and stop moving, allowing myself to savor the sweet ecstasy that courses through us both.
Still coming, he hooks his fingers on my waist and thrusts upwards, I let out a surprised moan as the tip of his cock goes as deep as possible, yanking one final orgasm out of my system. I lean forward, grabbing his ankles as flames of indescribable pleasure crash against my body and turn my mind into ashes.
I roll to the side, completely spent, and smile as I feel thick strands of cum dripping out of my pussy and down my legs. I hear him moving, but I don’t even open my eyes—he kisses me then, his lips brushing against mine with a gentleness that contrasts with the way we fucked.
Because there was nothing gently about these last minutes—it was pure and unbridled fucking.
And God, I loved every single second of it.
I lie down next to him, my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath. After a while, I finally open my eyes and look up at the ceiling. How many times did I stay awake in this same bedroom, wondering about my future through the long hours of the night?
And now here I am, with a man by my side.
A man I’m falling in love with.