Chapter 3
I hit the surface of his bed hard, bouncing as my body settled into place, and he came sliding up over top of me like a blanket, picking up right where the two of us had left off. His cock was once again stiff as a board up against my body, and I hurriedly unzipped his pants to plunge my hand into his underwear, seizing a vicious handful of his long, hard immensity as we kissed.
I pumped and caressed him, savoring his heat as pre-ejaculate began to drip down his shaft and all across the palm of my hand. He breathed me in as though I was essential to his well-being, putting his tongue in my mouth and exploring wildly, unable to get enough of me. I was getting high on him, and fast, stars flashing before my eyes as I struggled to comprehend just how very fast this was all progressing.
And God, I loved it…
He put his hand up my skirt once more, rubbing my cunt, looking for my clitoris through the layers of lace, and even his meager, clumsy efforts at doing so succeeded in getting me hot as hell with arousal. I pushed my face forward into him as though to show him how much I appreciated him, and he pushed right back, and then pull his hand back away from me, bringing them both up now to my skirt, instead. He peeled the fabric seductively upward, letting it melt across the dark ebony curves of my body, at last casting the article to the floor beside the bed.
He leaned up off of me for a moment, as well, and stripped out of his own shirt, revealing to me a sculpted, muscular physique, bulging with glorious pecs, a staggering set of six-pack abdominals, and the overall picture one that turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.
He let his body come back down onto me, his penis harder than ever as he wrapped his arms around me, and began to undo the hook of my bra from beneath me. He continued to suck on my lips as though they were delectable in every way, nibbling on the flesh, pulling them out between his teeth, and massaging my breasts all the while, sinking his claws into them in a manner that filled me with delight. I moaned, and he brought his lips to the underside of my chin. Then to my neck, sinking his teeth lightly into me, making my toes curl, making me burn with sensations that defied my ability to put into words on any level.
And down, down, down his mouth fell, at last making its way to my cleavage, the straps of my bra having been slid down my arms, hanging loosely by a thread from my anatomy. He peeled the cups away, and seized two vicious, enthusiastic handfuls of my supple chocolate breasts. He kneaded my flesh up like dough, squeezing my nipples between his fingers so that they grew hard and sensitized with arousal. Then, he brought his face in, alternating back and forth between each one, taking them into his mouth. He suckled on me like a newborn, rolling his tongue around each tit, sinking his teeth into me, and then alternating, back, forth, back, forth, until my spine arched up from the bed, and I experienced an unbelievable nipple orgasm.
“Oh God… Fuck…” I moaned, spasming all over, feeling as though my body was about to burst.
Slowly, the sensations began to subside, and my breathing resumed something close to its normal rate. Danny was, once again, smiling at me, his devilish, bad boy intentions clear.
“Take your panties off,” he commanded, in a low, seductive voice, and of course there was no way I could refuse in my present state of demeanor.
I slid my body out from under him, dripping with sweat and arousal, and I shimmied seductively out of my skirt, feeling just a little bit slutty, in the best of ways, and loving every moment of it. Then, I turned my back to him, and doubled my body over at the waist, sliding out of my panties as I did so. The cheeks of my buttocks splayed wide as I brought myself down to the ground, my anus and pussy both glistening for his delight, and just to drive the point home I began to rub my cunt, sliding my fingers through the slick ebony folds, rubbing myself around and around in circles.
I brought myself slowly back up, then, and turned to face him with hungry bedroom eyes. He’d slipped down to nothing but his underwear in preparation for this moment, sitting on the edge of the bed expectantly, and I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting my own fluids as I sauntered toward the bed in his direction, like a predator stalking its prey.
God, I really had taken a turn for the dark side, and God it felt so amazing to give into the seediest of temptations…
I kissed him on the mouth, and slowly dredged the fabric of his underwear down off of him, letting them sink to the floor. I stared for a long moment at the engorged purple tip of his cock, dripping with jizz and ready to be licked. I brought my hand up to him and stroked him a bit, loving the stickiness as my wrist pumped along him, and I felt his hand begin to glide through my hair, pulling it out of the way so that my next actions could take place unobstructed. Then, once my hair was out of the way, he seized a tight, slightly painful handful of it, gripping it forcefully, as a means, I realized, of controlling me.
Turned on, I allowed him to pull my face into his body. I opened my mouth wide, and I tried to suppress my gag reflex. As a good girl, I hadn’t given all that many blowjobs, and I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to contain all of him, but I was sure as hell about to find out…
My lips touched down against the very tip of his prick, and then melted around his engorged tip, sliding down, down, down along him. Inch by inch by agonizing inch of his long, veiny shaft began to slide its way down along inside my neck, and just when I thought I could take no more of him, he just kept coming, until every inch of him was completely and utterly buried inside my skull.
My nostrils flared as I struggled to breathe, and he slowly began to push his cock in and out through the shaft of my skull. I slid from his base to his tip, slowly, very slowly, building up an immense suction. Then I pushed back down, down, down along him, deep throating him once more, always certain I was about to choke on him, but always managing to survive just long enough to pull back up again.
I began to break into a steady, confident bobbing rhythm, twisting my tongue around him as I sucked him off like a pro, feeling depraved and animalistic as I gagged on that long, hard cock of his. My own movements, now, were in conflict with those he tried to inflict on me with his control, so that I felt my hair being pulled as I tried playfully to resist him, and the pain added an additional level of pleasure to the act.
At last, just when I was struggling to breathe and I thought I could take no more, he pushed me one final time up against his body, holding, holding, holding as I struggled. I thought he was about to bust a nut in my mouth, but somehow he managed to resist the temptation, and slowly he pulled out of me, his cock now glistening with saliva, and my face streaming beautifully with my own perverse fluids.
I was starting to look like a very, very naughty girl indeed…
I licked my lips, as though to prove to him on no uncertain terms that I could take whatever he threw at me. He smiled, and just to challenge me further, I suppose, he picked me up rather forcefully by the hair, and tossed me down onto the bed – not in a genuinely abusive way, just in a rough sex type of way, and I loved it as I jiggled and shook on the mattress, my body ready for whatever he could inflict upon me.
“Let me know if any of this is too much for you,” he said, descending upon me, his hands around my ankles, “And you think you might be ready to be a good girl again…”
I whimpered with delight as he hoisted my legs upward, pinning my ankles up around my ears, and spreading me wide open for him. He spit onto his free hand as he stared into my eyes, and he slid his hands a few times through the floral folds of my pussy, giving my twat a quick slap to get me ready, and evoking a pleasurable squeak of pain. He looked at me for a moment, making sure I hadn’t changed my mind about all of this, but I simply grinned at him, with a bit of a predatory look to my gaze, egging him onward.
He mounted me, then. He pushed his engorged tip into the opening of my pussy, and he slid himself inside me, stretching me out, causing the pleasure of friction to course through my body in waves. “Ohhhhh, Goddddd,” I moaned, before he’d even begun to fuck me, and then slowly he proceeded to do just that.
Slowly he dredged his cock along, in and out, in and out, in and out of me, gently, tenderly, like he was checking my fucking oil and trying his damnedest to make sure his dipstick made it back into the gauge.
Gradually, though, he began to thrust, to hump, to push himself, to fuck, faster and faster and faster, genuinely pounding me, drilling that hammer down, and smashing my body to bits. His pelvis swung violently forward in an animalistic fashion, devoid of any and all civility, full of primal, carnal rage. His buttocks clenched and unclenched, his dick launched further and deeper into me, pounding, pounding, pounding, my breasts jiggling, the bed squeaking, and the headboard rattling violently against the wall. Faster and faster, harder and harder, the acceleration only seeming to amplify as the minutes rolled by, our wet, aroused genitals slapping loudly together, KLAP KLAP KLAP KLAP KLAP! A series of agonized, profane moans issuing forth from this newfound bad girl’s mouth, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh God, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, shit! Ohhhhhh, fuck me…. FUCK!”
And, WHAM!
He plowed forward, hurling himself into me at full force, holding himself steady. He began to ejaculate wildly into my body – no condom, in the style of a true bad boy – pulse after pulse of his hot, molten sperm streaming into me, overflowing from my body and spilling onto the bed, and sending me over the edge.
A naughty, nasty orgasm overtook me, causing me to push my body upward into him, my spine arching, my legs wrapping around his ass to the point that I might have crushed him, and my fingers curling into the sheets. It was a climax unrivaled by any I’d experienced before it, making me bite my lip to contain myself, until at last I released, and let my limbs slacken, coated with sweat and throbbing with exhaustion, yet wholly and utterly satisfied.
Danny sighed, and pulled his cock out from between my sticky thighs. The two of us kissed for a while in the afterglow, twisting around on the bed, licking one another up, until at last the fatigue became too much for us to handle.
After that, we just sort of lay there, in a daze, but both happy, content, thrilled to be alive.
“God, that was wonderful,” I said at last, every word its own little sigh, and Danny sort of just smiled at me, trying to decide what he wanted to say.
“I’d love to do it again sometime,” he said, suggestively, and I had a feeling he didn’t just mean the sex – if that was what he’d attended, I would have been more than fine with going another round just as soon as he got hard again. What he meant, clearly, was that he wanted to see me again, outside of this first rendezvous – and he might, just might, be angling himself for a relationship with me…
“Yeah… I think I’d like that too,” I said, and he leaned over, and kissed me on the mouth.
“Do you mind if I smoke?” he asked, a moment later, and I shook my head.
“Not as long as you give me one too,” I said.
“You smoke?” he asked, shocked as he pulled out his lighter.
I shrugged. In truth, I thought it was a disgusting habit, nothing I wanted to get myself addicted to, but I was trying to keep in my bad girl mindset, and wanted to keep pushing myself into new things.
He lit me up, however, and I started coughing right away, so that a smile began to spread across his lips. “You don’t smoke,” he said, calling my bluff, and I couldn’t help but smile back once I’d gotten control over myself. “Trust me,” he said, taking the cigarette back from my limp fingers. “You sure as hell don’t need to start if you think it’ll impress me… I wish I’d never fucking started the shit. I’ve tried several times to quit, but you know how it is… I’m pretty good about it now, but I’ve kind of gotten myself too conditioned to it after sex to resist.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard people like them after sex,” I said, “But I guess I’ve never really been all that into it… Just felt like trying something different.”
He grinned, blowing smoke through his nose. “Come here,” he said, pulling me over onto himself, and I allowed myself to be snuggled up against him, my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest as he smoked. I loved the beating of his heart beneath my palm, and gradually I let my eyes wander around the room.
I hadn’t noticed it before…
I’d been so sexed up on the way here that it was like I had blinders on, but now it struck me that the apartment where Danny lived was immaculate, spacious and well decorated. Even the bed we were on was nice as hell, the sheets fancy and delicate, feeling luxurious against my skin.
“Hey… Danny… What did you say you did, again?”
He seemed taken aback like this, as though alarmed I should ask.
“Oh, um… I’m independently employed… It’s a little bit confusing, actually; I don’t want to bore you with the details… But, suffice it to say it’s a lucrative field that I’m in.”
“Oh…” I said, staring off into space, trying not to let my mind wander to the territory where I knew it was heading.
The contents of this apartment seemed far too out of place with his bearing for me, far too expensive for a man who rode a motorcycle and looked as though he only shaved every couple of weeks at most. The good girl in me started flashing alarms, and wondering how the hell he managed to pay for all this, but I tried to kick her back down, tried my damnedest not to let myself ruin all of this.
“Heather?” he asked, watching me, “Is – is something wrong?”
I blinked at him, shaking my head dumbly, as I stared into his handsome face. He was far too perfect, far too immaculate, and far too precisely what my life had been missing for me to throw all of this away out of some ridiculous suspicion.
I’d wanted a bad boy, and now I was trying to poke holes in my newly found happiness? Hell no!
“I just… Put that cigarette out,” I said, and he stared at me, but then acquiesced, stubbing the thing out in an ash tray.
The moment it was out, I tackled him with the sheets, folding my body over him, and ducking back beneath the covers for round two.
He smiled at me, and once again our bodies tangled up in a delightful alloy, the pleasure unbearable as we fucked each other’s lights out.