“I want you,” she demands. There’s no hesitation or doubt in her voice.
“Are you sure?”
She doesn’t answer me with words. She just backs her ass into me and grinds my cock
into its full length.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I’ll not try to finger you again and as long as you leave my butthole alone, I’m
fine with whatever you do to me.”
I run my hands tentatively on her back and arms. She moans. Although I enjoy the feeling
of her ass against my cock, I want to see her face if we go all the way. I slither
down, kissing her neck, her shoulders, and her back, down to her ass.
I hesitate touching her ass cheeks, but my fears evaporate when she pushes them against
my face. I lick each of them with care and devotion, while sneaking my hand between
her legs to explore her pussy. She’s soaking wet and swallows up my fingers easily,
rocking back and forth. I dare bite her skin and push my fingers deeper into her.
She cries and buries her face into the pillow. Again, just the opposite of what I
want.
Raising her leg, I roll her on her back and spread her legs wide so I can bury my
face in her pelvis and start licking her all over. She doesn’t let go of the pillow
and moans her pleasure into it. Her chest moves quickly up and down. Her nipples are
erect, her body shaking. Her pussy is squeezing my fingers and if I’m not wrong she’s
already coming or very close to it. With one swift move, I get onto my knees, push
that pillow away from her face so I can see her, and sit between her legs.
“Are you sure you want it?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Yes, I want it.” Her hand reaches for my cock, and she circles her delicate fingers
around it and pokes the head of it against her entrance. Her mouth falls open as my
cock slides into her slowly, carefully. When I’m fully inside her, she stares at me
with pleading eyes as if asking me to blow her mind away again. That’s exactly what
I’m planning to do.
I push her legs up to my chest and over my shoulder, feeling the depths of her pussy
wrapping around my cock. She cries and throws her head back.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” Because I don’t want to leave anything to guessing.
I want to see everything of her, witness my effect on her first-hand, own her pleasure,
and feel the euphoria of our fuck together. As much as I want to take her hard and
fast, I also want to enjoy this. I want to give her an unforgettable moment. Not because
she’s my client, but because she urges that need out of me. The more fulfilled she
is, the more satisfied I’ll feel. I want to touch the parts of her that no man before
me could. I want to see her shudder like it’s the first time she’s having sex.
Sliding in and out of her with a leisurely speed, I move my hand to let my thumb brush
her lips. A low moan escapes her mouth. She’s forcing herself to keep her eyes open
and staring at me as if she’s about to cry.
“Please, I’m so close,” she whispers to my finger. I shake my head no. I thrust into
her with long and slow strokes. Her moan peaks every time the head of my cock hits
her core. I feel a sharp spasm inside her and instantly her body goes stiff. Her eyes
grow wide and lose focus. She’s coming already.
I lean down and capture her lips, trying to catch her moans of ecstasy and to experience
the intensity of her orgasm together with her. She’s so entranced she can’t reciprocate
my kiss and only lets out soft whimpers into my mouth. Did she feel this lost with
JJ too? With Zane? God, I wish Zane hadn’t touched her. Does she compare me with him?
When her lips pick up the rhythm of mine, I pull away, flip her on her stomach, drag
her hips up, and pound into her harder and faster. She tilts her head to the side
and tries to smooth her hair away from her face to look at me, all the while moaning.
Unlike men, the second time takes shorter for most multi-orgasmic women, and I’m glad
Lindsay is one of them, because I want her to break apart as many times as possible
without me getting her pussy sore. She's pushing her ass to me, matching my thrusts.
I come close to exploding into her when her body freezes and her inside muscles begin
to vibrate again.
If I come into her, I want to have her face close to me, have her lips within kissing
distance, and looking into her eyes. When her convulsions subside, I turn her around
and pull her up against me, so she’s sitting on my lap, riding my cock.
“Fuck yourself on me,” I whisper to her ear.
After a moment of confusion, she gets my wish, wraps her arms tightly around me and
starts grinding her pussy against my cock. I don’t move; I want to encourage her to
do whatever she wants in order to get off by herself with my cock inside her. It’s
so arousing, I have to focus so I won’t spoil it for her before she’s done. Her legs
are folded, and her knees are pressing my hips to the level of pain. Her hips are
smashing into mine each time she bucks them against me.
Beads of sweat form on her forehead. Her eyes are closed, her teeth firmly clenched
on her lower lip. Her skin is flushed with the effort of restraint, and she looks
rather like a construction worker with the amount of energy she’s using.
“That’s right, baby.”
She growls and digs her nails into me, bouncing up and down on my cock with a renewed
surge of energy. Watching her in her near-delirious state makes it impossible for
me to keep myself from the threatening release.
“Oh, God, Ace,” she cries and throws her head back. I cup her head and push her into
me, capturing her lips while waves of orgasm ripple through her body. I thrust my
hips forward and blow my thick, hot load inside her. My cock jerking, her pussy convulsing,
we savor each other with long, claiming kisses. I haven’t exploded this powerfully
in my life. She’s a little vixen for fucking my mind like this.
Her arms loosen their hold around me, so do her thighs. I let her go, and she sprawls
all over the bed, legs and arms wide spread.
“You. Are. Amazing.” I collapse on the bed, next to her. My body feels heavy, like
a ton of bricks. Our breathing is loud and ragged, and my mind is still having trouble
figuring out what’s just happened. The unpredictability of Lindsay, coupled with her
crazed sexuality, has shot me to the moon and farther.
If I had the tiniest bit of energy, I’d use it to kiss Lindsay, but for now I have
to be content with watching her from the corner of my eye. She’s staring at the ceiling,
looking shocked and paralyzed, just like me.
What’s she thinking? Will she go as soon as she’s gained enough energy? I wish she
would stay and spend the night with me. She’ll worry over the contract, I know. That
shitload of document that brought her to me but restricts us from going anything beyond
occasional, commercial hook-ups.
She starts to get up, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. With the last drop of energy,
I reach for her arm and pull her down. Crawling on the bed, I lie down between her
wide-spread legs and gaze at her freshly pied and swollen pussy.
Her voice is weak when she says, “Oh, please. I can’t come anymore.”
“Just close your eyes and relax. It’s simply for my enjoyment.” Just like everything
else I did with you. I dip my head and lick up all the liquid gushing out of her,
spreading the lips of her pussy. My sperm mixed with her juices with a hint of latex.
Not a terrible mixture. I’d drink poison without hesitation from her pussy, but I’m
glad JJ kept his cock sheathed while inside her.
Lazily, she tosses her legs over my shoulders and wraps them around my head. It’s
clear she won’t let me go without giving her a fifth orgasm. Every time my tongue
hits the swollen, pink flesh of her entrance, her body shakes with delicious, little
tremors. Shielding her eyes with her arm, she raises her hips and pushes them against
my mouth. I respond to her untold wish and drive my tongue into her dripping folds.
“Oh, no. Oh, fuck. I can’t take this,” she whimpers silently, her chest moving up
and down faster with each thrust of my tongue.
I slide my hands to her breasts and tweak her erect nipples with my fingers. She pushes
her chest into my palms and covers my hands with hers. We knead and rub her breasts
together, and I fear it’s bordering on the painful, but she doesn’t seem to care and
keeps on pressing harder. A new surge of juices begins to flow from her pussy. Her
legs squeeze hard around my head; her nails dig into the back of my hands. Her moans
echo loudly in my ears. Her body goes limp for several seconds. Although I’m dog-tired
and my tongue already feels numb, I keep pushing it into her over and over again until
I feel her body relax.
Exhausted doesn’t even begin to cover how she looks, but even so, she rolls to her
side and drops her feet onto the ground. Why is she hurrying to escape me?
“Why can’t you just be a normal woman for once and snuggle up with the man you’ve
just had sex with?” I peek up at her flushed face and disheveled hair.
She stares at me blankly. I guess her brain isn’t back to its full-functioning mode
yet.
I pat at the space beside me, my eyes begging for her to come back and find her place
in my arms. “Please. Cuddle with me, be clingy, push me to talk to you, do anything,
but just don’t go. It’ll make me feel like you think the sex was lousy.”
“I thought you wanted me to go.”
I roll my eyes at her, smirking. “You seriously think that, after I sucked my spunk
out of you?”
“Ahh, you admit that it tastes nasty but still expect women to look eager and aroused
while swallowing it up. Aren’t men full of bullshit?”
I hold out my hand out to her, smiling at her joke. “But, you looked eager while you
swallowed mine.”
She glances at my hand suspiciously, then laces her fingers through mine, and lies
next to me. “To be honest, I didn’t really taste it.”
“How?” I frown, throwing my arm around her so she won’t have a chance to escape. “But
it was in your mouth.”
“You shot your release at the back of my throat, and I swallowed it quickly. It didn’t
reach my taste buds. My dislike for sperm is one of the reasons why I’ve become good
at deep-throating. It’s too salty, too gooey. Yuck. Don’t get me wrong, I love giving
head, but sperm just doesn’t agree with my taste buds.”
I laugh and press my lips on the top of her head for a kiss. Her honesty knows no
bounds. “Somebody has to teach you how to lie.”
“Oh, really?” She tilts her head back to gaze at my face, her eyes challenging. “So,
you’d prefer it if I told you how delicious your spunk is and that I could drink cups
of it rather than the most expensive champagnes, after you’ve just tasted how repulsive
it is. Is that what you really want? Seriously?”
“I don’t know, but it sure is more flattering.”
“Faking an orgasm not to deflate your ego is flattering too, but I don’t think you’d
want it.”
“I can tell if a woman is faking it.”
“No, my dear.” She shakes her head eagerly. “You can never tell. Men have egos the
size of Jupiter, and you’re no exception. If a woman comes up and claims you’re the
best fuck of her entire life, you’d believe her, eyes closed.”
“I bet you are the exact opposite and would just smash my words against me if I told
you you’re the best fuck of my life.”
The shock in her face is palpable. Her eyes grow wide. She starts to open her mouth
to speak, but closes it before words can form. I wish I could read her mind.
“The last minutes I shared with you were by far the best of my life. Nothing else
could come close to it,” I say and kiss her mouth, hoping my lips will resolve her
speechlessness. When I pull back, her eyes are staring back at me, intently searching
for a clue for my honesty. “You’re obsessed with being honest no matter what, but
can’t even tell a lie from truth.”
“Is it... is it the truth? I mean the part about the sex with me,” she stutters and
bites her lower lip as if regretting what she’s said.
I roll her over my chest, feeling the curves of her soft body pressing along my own
body, her hair teasing my skin. Running my hands through the thick strands, I position
her face right above mine and stare straight into her eyes. “As true as the day is
light and the night is dark. I’m in awe of you, Lindsay Doheny, aka Seven. I can’t
think of anything else but you since the day you came into my life, and you just gave
me more reasons to continue my obsession with you by giving yourself to me the way
I could never imagine in my wildest dreams.”
“Now I’m sure you’re lying,” she says, but her eyes grow large with... fear? Is she
afraid that I might indeed be telling the truth? “How many women did you sleep with
for me to be the best fuck of your life? Two? Huh! I simply laid there and did nothing,
while you did all the work. How can that be best fuck for anyone, much less for someone
like you?”
“Someone like me?”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“What? Because I run a brothel and have seen practically every Kama Sutra position
live?”
“I was going to say someone as hot and sexy as you, but your reason sounds more valid.”
She winks and gives me a sly grin.
“Why, thank you. I’m not lying and I hope the moments I pleasured you meant something
to you, too.”
She closes her eyes, exhaling a deep breath, and buries her face in my shoulder. Her
eyelashes tickle my skin with each blink of her eyes and from the feel of it, she
seems to be having a blink attack.
“Don’t hide your face from me.” I tilt my head so my mouth is close to her ear. “I
understand why you don’t want to open up to me but at least let me see you.” Staying
true to her pattern, she doesn’t do what I ask her, so I try another method. “Tell
me the other reason why you became great at deep-throating.”
My question seems to do the trick, because she lifts her head, props on her elbow,
and rests her head against her hand. “My ex-boyfriend couldn’t make me orgasm with
vaginal sex, but he gave great head and would do it only if I sucked him off to his
satisfaction. A dead-on example for ‘Practice makes perfect,’ I guess.”