Page 43 of Intoxicated
Don’t answer that.
Ah, yes, I’m busy, anyway. Busy with this orgasm about to clock Cher right in the body. I can taste it long before she begins to shudder, buck, and cry out that I’m a sex God. (All right. I’m not a sex God, apparently, but she’s not holding back on the sounds of pleasure. Isn’t that sweet music to one’s ears?) There’s that sudden twist. A zest, if you’ll call it, when you get into a solid groove, your hands on a lady’s hips to both keep them pinned down and so you can feel those sweet undulations of her passion, here comes the first wave of climax that nearly drowns a man.
Good thing I know how to swim. I’m actually a pretty strong swimmer.
“Fuck!” Her whole body stiffens. Everything but her hands, which twitch through the air, attempting to find anything to grab. I enjoy every second of it as I keep my eyes locked on her face. You know what’s my favorite part of a girl’s O-face? How it’s soher.She can be prim, proper, daintily made up and perfect with her makeup, but if you really make her come, she suddenly either has no neck or a giraffe neck. Her cheeks are puffed and her mouth twisted. Eyes squeezed shut and brows flying off her face. It’s the most natural you will ever see her. You will wonder why you have never done this before.
I intend to play with her a little. Get her to slowly come down from that high, but not without a few teases that have her taking off again. My finger slips beneath her ass and taunts her slit. I get a hearty nod from my salacious princess. Perfect. Time to head for Puckerville, not that I intend to give her the full treat tonight.
Maybe next time.
“Oh, shit, you…” Cher sits up, pulling her pussy away from my face. She grabs the top of my head and lifts it for a kiss. Her mouth inhales mine. It’s not our first kiss today, but it’s the first famished one that leaves me knocked out. Almost like she really loves her own taste. Or maybe she only loves it on my tongue.
“That’s right,” I mutter on her mouth. “Me.”
Cher is loosened up in more ways than one. The endorphins of her orgasm turn her into a palatable princess who wants to get frisky and help me on my own road to orgasm. When she grabs my cock, though, it’s not to get me off. She’s testing my rigidity. When she finds it to her standards, I get a lovely grin made only better by the flush in her cheeks and the fall of her tousled hair.
“You gonna fuck me now?” she taunts, hand slipping up and down my shaft. “You gonna take this super dank pussy?”
I’d say I regret saying that earlier, but no. Hearing her say that, with a dirty grunt to her voice, only makes me smile. “Gonna take it and utterly destroy it,” I say.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
She means it, doesn’t she? I know she likes it rough, but after that kind of attentive oral titillation you’d think she’d want something… more tender. But I know that greedy look in her eye. Every inch of her burns to have me use her. Useit.She wants to be my little toy I do with as I will.
A flicker of regret hits me for the first time in a long while. Not regret for being with her. Regret for how I’ve treated some women in the past. Especially my former marks. Especially how I would have treated Cher had she not made me. Sometimes, the easiest thing to do when you have to stick it in some crazy to get to your ends, is simply treat them as “just another girl.” No personality. No privileges. If they scream for some anal, by all means, fuck ‘em in the ass, but it’s not something you hunger for like it’s two hours until Christmas dinner. You flip them over and lube up.
I think Cher knows that about me. Why wouldn’t she? She knows everything else. Like I know almost everything about her.
Well, everything but what makes her…her.
Why would she want me to do that to her, exactly? Does she really get off on it? Does she fantasize about it when she’s with other men, or when she’s touching herself in bed? Is that what she wants? To be used and fucked into oblivion? It’s one thing for a woman to declare how much she loves being stuffed by cock. It’s quite another for her to ask you to completely disregard her personal boundaries. On the surface, anyway.
Maybe she’s a thrill seeker. That would also explain how she entered her life of depravity.
“I could do that.” I yank her dress over her head. As if its worth means nothing to me, I toss her designer threads over the edge of my bed, a literal pile of forgotten memories. As her body emerges, all I can think about is fucking her. Why not? It’s what she wants. It’s what I want. Memories of what happened a week ago flood my head and fill my cock. It’s ready to ram into whatever I send its way. Sweet skies above, there are a hundred different things I could do right now. I could make her suck it. Ride it. Get on her knees like I did the first time we did it, her ass hitting my hilt and almost making me come right away. Cher isn’t merely a beautiful woman. She’s the nymph you can’t say no to, because you’re so under her spell you’re willing to give her your soul. “Or I could torture you with tenderness. Make really slow and conscientious love to you.” My lips linger against hers, our bodies falling to the bed together. Her hand wraps around the back of my neck. Nails dig into my skin.
“You won’t do that,” she tells me.
“Oh?”
“Hell, no. You’re going to give into temptation and give us both what we deserve.”
I don’t quite yet get her meaning. I also don’t care. I’m too busy hitching her hips to mine and seeking out her heat with the hungry tip of my cock.
It finds her so easily. Like she puts her arms above her head and jiggles her tits for me so easily. With her legs bent beneath my hands and her hips reaching up to meet mine, I take her with one long stroke of my cock.
She doesn’t close her eyes. Nor do they roll into the back of her head. As I reel from the sensation of her soft, wet cunt grabbing onto my cock, I notice she’s not giving me a single sign of expression.
If anything, that’s triumph in her eyes.
What do I do with this? Hell, do I care? Not really. I’m already fucking her, and that’s what we both want.
It’s whatIsure as hell want.
I want to drive my cock into her, hitting her so hard that she never forgets what it feels like. I want to watch her body shudder and jiggle with every impact I make. I want to pinch her nipples and listen to her squeal in appreciation. Fuck it, I want to slam myself into her, over and over, completely losing control as I attempt to find her deepest, hottest recesses. I want to come so deep inside of her that she lets out that gasp of recognition that I’ve claimed her once again.
I only want a reaction out of her. I want her to signify that I’m so fucking good in bed that she’s going to think about me for the rest of her life. I want her to squeeze my cock and milk me dry. I want her to elicit such an animalistic response from me that I roar like a beast and fuck her until she breaks.
