CHAPTER TEN: Nick

I poured Fiona a cup of coffee and watched her spoon sugar and pour cream into it. She stirred the brew slowly, casually, taking her time, then tapped the spoon on the cup’s rim and set it aside. She opened the box of donuts on the bar between us and plucked one out with two fingers.

“God, I love glazed donuts,” she said, moaning as she chewed. “Don’t you?”

“I’m a fan of cream-filled myself?” I took out a warm chocolate covered, cream-filled donut and bit into it. The white cream oozed from the center. I used the tip of my tongue to lick it off. Fiona grinned at me approvingly, following the movement of my tongue with her eyes. Licking my lips, I asked, “So, where did you rush off to last night?”

She set down the donut and sucked the glaze from her fingers. “I’m sorry I ran away. It’s just that, well, that’s not something I’d normally do and I guess I kind of freaked myself out.”

“You didn’t have to run away,” I said. “You could have just pumped the brakes, no pun intended.”

“That didn’t occur to me at the time,” she said with a smile. She wiped her fingers on a napkin and gazed into my eyes. “I wasn’t completely honest with you.”

Ah, here it comes, I thought. She’s either married or involved or dying of some horrible disease or about to join a convent. Or maybe all of the above. That would be my luck. I finally meet a woman who actually interests me above the neck and there’s something horribly wrong with her.

“Honest about what?” I asked, dreading the answer. “Are you married? Involved with someone? A lesbian just checking out the other team? What?”

She held the smile for a second, then let it fade. “I’m married, but separated. I’m filing for divorce on Monday. I kicked him out and told him to never come home again.” She stared into her cup. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

I nodded thoughtfully and tried not to sigh in relief. I asked, “Is that it?”

She glanced up at me. “Um, yes, that’s it.”

“Can I ask you something? And you must be completely honest with me.”

She gave me a wary look. “Yes, of course.”

I came around the bar where she sat on a high stool. She spread her legs and I moved to stand between them. She put her hands on my waist and I put my hands on her cheeks. As I leaned down to kiss her lips, I asked, “Could I interest you in something else cream-filled.”

She leaned her head back and sighed. “I was hoping you would ask.”

* * *

I took Fiona by the hand and led her into my bedroom. This would not be a quickie like our mad sex in the restroom. I planned to take my time with her. I wanted to get to know every inch of her amazing body. And wanted her to feel free to explore every inch of mine. If we didn’t come out of the bedroom for days that would be just fine with me.

We giggled as we took off our clothes. I shucked off the jeans, boxers, and t-shirt and climbed into my unmade bed. I put my hands behind my head and watched Fiona undress. She took off the jeans and top to reveal matching black panties and bra. Her body was tanned and toned. When she slid the panties down her long legs and let the bra drop from her big boobs, there were no tan lines. Just honey-colored perfection. I figured it was a spray tan, probably for the party last night. Whatever. Tans are like tits: natural ones are nice, but fake ones will do in a pinch.

My cock immediately got hard at the sight of her. I stroked myself slowly as my eyes went over her body. Her eyes watched the movement of my hand on my cock. Her tits were large and natural on her thin frame, with dark areolas and thick, pink nipples that reminded me of a baby bottle. I licked my lips in anticipation of having them between my lips. Her pubes were trimmed in a neat vee that directed my eyes to the fold of her cunt.

“You like what you see?” she asked, playfully holding out her arms to the sides.

“I love what I see,” I said, my hand sliding up and down slowly on my cock. I nodded at my cock. “You like what you see?”

“Yes, I do,” she said, getting on her hands and knees on the foot of the bed, crawling toward me like a sexy jungle cat. She licked her lips as she neared my cock. I stopped milking it and put my hands behind my head. My cock was so hard it ached. The ropy veins pulsed in anticipation of her lips.

She put her hand around the base of my cock to hold it steady as she lowered her lips onto the head, which looked like a crimson mushroom pressed to her pink lips. She leaned my cock toward my stomach and ran her tongue up the length of the underside of the shaft, from my balls to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before sliding it between her lips. I moaned at the intense pleasure her lips gave me, the heat and wetness of her mouth, the softness of her tongue. I opened my mouth to breathe and watched my cock slide in and out of her beautiful lips.

Fiona began to milk the lower half of the shaft as she bobbed her head up and down on the head. Slowly, she spread her lips to let my cock slip into her mouth. First one inch, then two. I held my breath, wondering how much of my ten inches she could fit into her mouth. When my cock hit the back of her throat, she didn’t gag. She just closed her lips around the shaft and pulled back slowly, sucking me, driving me out of my motherfucking mind.

“God… you are… really… good at… that,” I moaned, closing my eyes. I held my breath as she slid me back into her mouth, then pulled back slowly. My balls began to tighten. I knew I would cum if she kept doing what she was doing. I didn’t want to cum in her mouth, at least not yet. I wanted her to milk my thick cock with her tight pussy until I exploded inside her like a volcano. I wanted to feel her pussy milking me, making me cum.

I opened my eyes and smiled down at her. She was smiling up at me with half my cock in her mouth. I held out my arms and wiggled my fingers. “I want your pussy,” I said, breathlessly. “I want you to ride my cock so I can see your face and play with your amazing tits.”

“With pleasure, Mr. Patron,” she said, releasing her grip on my glistening cock as she licked her lips. She got onto her knees so she could straddle my cock. She reached down between us and took my cock in her hand and lowered her pussy onto me. She swirled the bulbous head around her hole for a moment to lubricate it, then lowered herself onto me. I put my hands on her hips and watched as the head of my cock disappeared inside her. Her eyes were closed. She was biting her lip, holding her breath.

“God… your cock… is so fucking… huge,” she moaned. She impaled herself on my cock, taking it in until the head hit her cervix. “There… right… there…”

I dug my fingers into her hips to steady her as she started to rock her hips back and forth, sliding her dripping pussy back and forth over the shaft, washing her juices over me, stopping when the head was at her hole, then sliding back down.

“Fuck… Fiona… your pussy… so fucking… tight…” I put my hands on her tits and gave them a squeeze. They were soft, yet firm. Her nipples were long and plump. I leaned up the take them between my lips as she continued sliding along my cock.

She put her hands on my head as I slathered her tits with my tongue. I could hear her breathing in my ear, panting, moaning. She lifted my head and pressed her lips to mine. “I’m going to cum… Oh god… Nick… I’m going to cum…”

“Cum, baby,” I said, knowing that I wasn’t far behind. I could feel the orgasm building in my balls, hot, tight. I curled my toes and clenched every muscle in my body. I arched my back to lift her in the air. My cock went in deeper, making her gasp.

“Fuck… yes… yes… yes…” Fiona dug her nail into my chest as she came, her head whipping back and forth, riding me like bull. She squeezed her eyes shut and let go a low moan that didn’t end until she was past the orgasm.

It felt as if every nerve in my body was connected to my cock. When I came, filling her wonderful pussy with my hot, milky seed, the orgasm rippled through me and made my entire body tingle. I put my hands on her hips and pushed inside her as far as I could go. The orgasm seemed to take minutes. When we were both spent, Fiona lowered herself on top of me and put her lips to my ear.

“That was amazing,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re not mad.”

“And I’m so glad you brought donuts,” I said with a grin. “Otherwise, I might never have let you in the door.”