Authors: Carol Swan
“We’re not moving fast enough,” he said, his hands traveling all over her body.
Kara was on fire. Hot, fiery passion streaked through her blood and she suddenly could not wait any longer either. She grabbed him and planted her mouth on his in a kiss as ferocious as the one he’d given her earlier.
Ethan chuckled at her aggressiveness and then growled in delight when she lifted her leg and placed it around his waist. His erection was nestled against her mound and even through the thin lace panties, he could feel her heat and her moistness.
“You’re driving me wild,” he muttered against her lips.
“I can’t help myself.” She panted.
He quickly rid her of her clothes and when she stood naked before him, he could only stare.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
Kara threw back her head and cupped her breasts. “I need to feel your mouth here,” she told him starkly.
His eyes darkened and his pupils dilated even further. “You sure are something else…”
“And you want to fuck me.”
“Damn straight.”
He picked her up and walked to the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around him and began to nibble on his ear. He could hardly credit it, but he felt his manhood swell further. He placed her gently on the bed and joined her.
Kara immediately reached for his erection and ran her hands over him from the tip to the hilt. Moisture beaded at the tip, and before he knew what she was about, she leaned down and licked it off.
Kara laughed in delight and then lowered her mouth over the head of his shaft. He groaned and went rigid. He had expected a pleasant night of pleasure, but this was beyond what he had imagined. She took him in slowly until he was buried to the shaft. He bucked and felt himself on the verge of losing control. He grabbed her and firmly lifted her.
“Spoilsport,” she said with a pout.
That surprised a chuckle out of him. “Sweetheart, I was this close to finishing just now, and wouldn’t that be a pity?”
She knelt on the bed and gave him a saucy smile. “That would indeed be a pity.”
Ethan moved till he was kneeling behind her. Her soft bottom was pressed against his erection. He reached around her to cup her breasts and felt her lean back against him. Testing their weight, he grazed their sensitive tips with his thumb and she sighed.
“You are so sexy,” he muttered, trailing a hand down to her damp curls. He parted the soft folds and almost groaned out loud. She was so wet and so ready for him. But he did not want to rush things, and so he slipped a finger into the moist heat. She let out a moan that almost undid him.
Ethan had never had such a hard time holding on to his control. But with this woman, he was hanging by a thread. He slipped in a second finger and used his thumb to press on her clit. He rubbed slowly at first, watching Kara’s expression and body movements carefully, reacting to the subtle changes in her ecstasy and ramping up his motions in perfect harmony with her desire.
Kara had never been with a man who understood the pacing and context necessary to bring a woman to climax so beautifully. Ethan had serious skills in this area. Faster and faster his fingers moved and her body trembled. Kara began to shiver and then, to his amazement, she clenched around his fingers and
screamed
as she climaxed.
“You are incredible,” Ethan said, turning her around so he could kiss her. He wanted to say more, but he suddenly could not wait to be buried deep inside her. He laid her down and she gazed at him through languorous eyes.
Ethan’s throbbing, hard cock pressed up against Kara’s butt. He spun her around, put her flat on her back, and shoved his cock in her mouth.
She
loved
his forcefulness.
After a few short thrusts against her tongue, Ethan pulled his cock out of her warm mouth and let it sit between her breasts, right in front of her face. Kara appreciated the beauty and masculinity of his massive totem, giving it the occasional lick underneath. Ethan reached behind his back with his right hand and began rubbing Kara’s clit, softly at first, and then furiously. Kara went
mad
with lust.
He hurriedly slipped on a condom, and then he was ready.
“Are you ready?” He needed to know.
“I’ve been ready since I met you,” she said in a husky voice.
Her words finally snapped the thread of control. He grabbed a pillow and arranged it beneath her hips. He could see her mound, and it was so damn sexy. With a groan, he surged into her. She was so tight and sweet and it was driving him crazy. She wrapped her legs around him and urged him in. He tried to hold on, but she squeezed tight around his cock and he lost it completely. Ethan pounded into her like a man possessed.
“Ethan… Ah… Oh god! Fuck me! Yes… Yes… Yes! Ethan!” she screamed his name each time he drove into her. Soon, she began to clench around him and convulse. She let out a long wail and shattered around him. Her climax triggered his and he drove into her once more and came with a shout. He collapsed on her, too spent to do much more. After a few minutes, he rolled off her.
“That was … wow,” she said softly.
The awe in her voice mirrored exactly how he felt. “You can say that again.” He gathered her into his arms and she felt so right there. With a grunt of contentment, he fell asleep.
They woke up twice more during the night and made love. It was wild, passionate, and surprisingly, sweet. Kara held nothing back. The rest of the night was a blur, and her highlights included Ethan burying his mouth between Kara’s legs and bringing her to climax twice using his tongue alone. The feeling always amazed her. Her clit pressed up against Ethan’s eager tongue gave her an orgasm with the force of a raging waterfall as she clenched her thighs around his head and he held on for dear life.
Ethan’s highlight was probably when he came all over Kara’s beautiful breasts—that or the face-fucking, which she didn’t mind at all. In total, Ethan must have climaxed three times, but Kara had him beat at five … or was it
six
orgasms he gave her? She gave all of herself in bed and demanded no less. They finally fell into an exhausted sleep in the early hours of the morning.
When Ethan woke up, he knew it was morning already. He reached for Kara, but found the bed empty. He got out of bed, but even before he noticed the absence of her clothes and her purse, he knew she was gone. He finally found a note by the bedside.
Last night was incredible. Thank you.
He stood holding the note in his hand and could not help the smile on his face. Kara Jones was dynamite in bed. She was the most unselfish lover he’d ever had and he’d had no idea sex could be so much fun and so sweet. If she thought one night was enough to get her out of his system, she had another think coming.
“It’s not over,” he vowed as he went to have a shower. It was damn well not over.
It wasn’t even planned. We knew we didn’t have long with each other before he had to go home on his bus. He kept touching my ass and running his fingers up my arms and making them tingle. He had a way of moving, and a way of touching me, and a way of kissing me that made me melt like butter in a warm pan. He had a way of stroking and touching me that made the tiniest hairs on my skin stand on end.
He kept sneaking kisses, touching and teasing me whilst we were waiting for his bus. I kept telling him to knock it off, but secretly I loved every second of it. My nipples were so pointed and sensitive that I could almost feel the heat of his body pushing its way through my summer top and cotton bra. We kept kissing, but trying to restrain ourselves because we were at a public bus stop waiting for his bus.
We grabbed a few seconds here and there in-between people walking past the bus shelter. I knew something was going to happen when he threw me up against the metal wall of the bus shelter and pushed himself on me. He pressed his whole body onto mine and I could feel his rock-hard cock pushing against his jeans and onto me. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. He pushed his face into mine and I was immobilized.
I felt hot and blurry and I simply didn’t care anymore. If he had taken his cock out at that moment, I would have grabbed it with both hands and choked my pussy with it. As he kissed me, I couldn’t move. He pulled away and out of testosterone-fueled frustration, he punched the metal wall beside my head. He took hold of my hand and we started walking swiftly out of the bus shelter. He pulled me up the path of a nearby hotel, and jetted off to the side into a wooded area alongside a wall that ran adjacent to the road.
He started to sit backwards onto the dry, woody material on the ground. He pulled me on top of him. We were a fair distance from the hotel, so that people walking towards it may struggle to see us. But, the wall that separated us from the path and the road was only as high as my shoulders when I was stood up. Somebody could easily look over the wall from the path to see what the ruckus was.
I straddled him and he bucked like a bronco in the Wild West. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans quickly and pulled them off his legs. His laces were so loose that his shoes fell off with the jeans. He stripped off his boxers and the wood, gravel and dirt met his pert behind. It must have been uncomfortable, but I was there to take his mind off it.
I sat on his cock with my trousers and shoes still on. He struggled to unfasten the buttons on my trousers as I leant down to lick his neck and kiss his ears. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I stood up and took off one shoe and pulled one leg of my trousers off so they were still attached. With my flowery vagina exposed, I moved down to straddle his private parts.
Without even aiming, I slid down his stiff cock and the hot and sloppy juices from my pussy ran down his shaft and onto his balls. I rode him hard and fast because I wanted him and I wanted him now. I didn’t care that the wood chippings were pushing splinters into my knees, or that the gravel and chippings were cutting up his peachy ass as I rode him. I just wanted him and I wanted him now.
I ground and rode his slippery, stiff cock like a wild animal, rutting away and forcing his cock forwards until I almost snapped it off. In my excitement, I started to moan and lift my head up so that it could be easily seen from the other side of the road.
A group of university students happened across me riding him like a wild banshee. Above our heads appeared four mobile phones as they took videos of our private porno. I wouldn’t have stopped for anything—I was getting off and I was getting it good.
I slid and ground him until the muscles in my stomach and legs were screaming with pain. I felt the pressure in my pussy building and I knew I was building to a spectacular finish. It became blurred, and I felt connected to him throughout my entire body.
I was a little worried that he may arrive at his conclusion before I did, so I rode him faster and started bouncing a little to keep up the momentum. My pussy closed in tight and I could feel an explosion about to happen. I struggled and pushed down to keep his hard, pulsating cock in my wet pussy as my muscles tensed up in a way that nearly pushed him out. I bore down hard and his cock jutted into me like a policeman’s truncheon hard and fast until I finally exploded into orgasm.
I cried out a low-pitched roar. As I looked down, I saw him wincing and squirming with delight as he pumped fresh cum between my waiting pussy lips. I ached and felt pain all over my body, but it was worth it for the blessed relief. I started to get up and heard scurrying footsteps from behind the wall.
We quickly dusted ourselves off and dressed ourselves. Aching and with our muscles cramping, we climbed out from behind the wall, down the path, dusted ourselves off again and retook our place in the bus shelter. It was only last week before I saw our exploits plastered on several viral porn sites.
Lusty Leah does have a certain ring to it
, I thought.
The Billionaire in the Library – Noah
As a librarian, my days aren't exactly packed with excitement. During those slow hours when I don't have much to do, I must find ways to entertain myself. My favorite work time hobby has become people watching. In a public library there are always unique individuals walking through the doors for me to observe. Now, I know I'm not the most amazing woman to look at, but I have to admit that I'm pretty good looking for a twenty-eight-year-old librarian.
Even though I am confident in my looks, I do find it uncomfortable when someone blatantly stares at me. Therefore, I try to be discreet when assessing the library's patrons. Today has been the usual bunch: students studying away, avid bookworms, and the typical older crowd. I watch as similar faces walk through the door and I immediately know what their business is here in my library, that is, until I see someone walk in the likes of whom I haven't seen here before.
This man walking in seemed a little older than me, perhaps in his mid-thirties. He's wearing a nice fitted button down shirt along with some dark wash jeans that show me immediately that he is in amazing shape. He has short brown hair and eyes that mean business. His face holds a look of quiet confidence and wisdom, and he seems to be observing his surroundings just as I am. In fact, while I am caught up with his impressive stature, I fail to notice that his gaze has found me.