Smoke and Mirrors (56 page)

“Uhhhhh! Shit, Paris!” He tossed his head back and closed his eyes as his pelvis worked overtime.

She offered herself to him, giving the man this time to do what he needed, to release months of pent up sexual repression. His long lashes brushed against his face. Oh, how she wanted to reach up and kiss him. Digging his fingers deeper into her hips, he angled himself just so, pumping faster and faster.

“Uhhhh! Uh! Uh!” he roared, teeth clenched, as he rode her body hard and heavy.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight binding her to that cold floor, but he didn’t stop. Keeping up the pace of his thrusts, he sucked her neck hard and dug his fingers into her waist.

“Uhhhh! I’m cummin’, baby! I’m cummin’, goddamn it!!!” His warm breath tickled her flesh as he panted between words and then, he hissed, yelling obscenities before jerking out of her and cumming hard onto her stomach.

“Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm!” Spasms wracked his body when the ruthless orgasm took him over. He cried out, again and again, giving all he had. He wrapped a hand possessively around her neck, gasping and sighing while his dick exploded, covering her stomach with his abundant release.

“Uhhh….mmmm…” Exhaling harshly, he slipped his hand from her neck, his body still jerking in the aftermath. “Uhh…Oh…God…”

She smiled and delivered a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“I know that was so greedy… I just needed to get that first nut out the way, baby. It’s been so fucking long, you just don’t know. I wasn’t even beatin’ off. I just kept it all in. Just give me a second, here…and I’ll hook you up.”

They both burst out laughing. Paris admired his near perfect, glistening white teeth. Oh how she missed his smile. He seemed so relaxed, so at ease now.

They wrapped their bodies around one another, as close as can be. The intoxicating scent of the flowers mixed with the aroma of freshly drawn sweat. She found it highly erotic. He pressed soft lips into her chin, dispensing another delicate expression of love.

“Come on…”

He got to his feet, his large, shiny cock hanging out the side of his jeans. Extending his hand, he helped her off the floor. She smiled when he plucked her from the ground into his arms, and exited the room, making his way down the hall to her master suite. As soon as they entered, he immediately disrobed the rest of the way. She followed him into the bathroom, observing as he turned on the shower. Leaning against the doorframe, she placed one foot on top of the other, enjoying the way his tight ass muscles clenched and moved while he maneuvered here and there.

“This is good,” he responded as he pointed to the water. “It’s the right temperature now.” He looked over his shoulder at her and smirked, then stepped inside the clear enclosure. She took small steps towards him, then screamed when he gripped her hard and shoved her against the slate gray and cream tiled wall. He grabbed an ivory sponge, saturated it just so, and leaned against her. When shower water coated their bodies, he gently parted her legs, and did the deed of cleaning her pussy. He moved in slow, seductive, careful circular motions, then counterclockwise. Wetting the sponge again, he returned to her honey spot, rinsing all of the suds away. After that, he set to cleaning the rest of her. She sighed when he made a slow, torturous trek beginning from her lips, past her breasts, along her stomach then between her thighs.

Falling to his knees, he looked up at her, and winked. “I’m about to eat the
fuck
outta this peach until
nothing
remains but the goddamn core.”

Oh, shit. Oh, God. Oh, my…

*

S
moke vee’d his
fingers just so as he moved the pink and tan floral petals of his baby’s pussy open, the shower water beating against his back. He hadn’t seen pussy in so long, he’d almost forgotten how fucking beautiful it was. He pushed his nose into it, inhaling until his eyes rolled back into his skull. Gripping the woman’s ass with one hand, he brought her closer, then flicked his long tongue all along her slit. He applied pressure, drawing a soft moan from her. Up and down, down and up he went, slowly but surely. He slicked a finger inside of her, and then another, giving her a light, friendly digital fucking as his mouth aggressively searched and explored her zone.

“Mmmmm! Tastes so good, baby… Missed my peach so fucking bad…”

She ran her fingers up and down his head as he focused on her sweet center, flicking his tongue back and forth across the sweet, rosy, engorged bud.

“Ahhhh, Ahhhh….”

“I love the noises you make!” He darted his tongue quickly all around her pussy, tasting her sweetness flooding his mouth. “It’s my job to make you feel good, Pussycat. You taste amazing… mmmmm!”

“Ahhhhh!” She shuddered.

He concentrated on her clit now, sucking harder on it while pumping his fingers in and out of her like a propelling piston.

“Ahhh, Brent! Shit!” She moved her legs about, as if she didn’t know whether she was coming or going. “I’m going to cum…” she panted.

He lifted his chin, waiting and wanting it.

“Shower my mouth. I’m so thirsty for that pussy sweetness!”

He opened his mouth wide, his fingers still working her over until he popped them out and sucked her hole, drawing the tender flesh in. She shook and went crazy against his lips, but he stayed the course and pressed her to the shower wall—sucking, licking and devouring her sugary essence like the starving man that he was. “Mmmmmmm! Yes!” Finally, she slumped against him, her legs trembling.

Rising, he held her with one arm and turned off the shower. He gently placed her over his shoulder, grabbed a large towel and returned to the bedroom. He laid her down carefully across the bed, atop the towel and again, he settled between her thighs. Inserting his finger back inside of her, he moved it in a circular motion, hitting her walls, leaving no nerve ending untouched.

“Mmmmm!”

He stole a glance at her. Dark, wet strands of hair framed her face, a picture of ecstasy. He relished the sight, urged to work her up. Sliding the tip of his tongue against her clit, revving her excitement to the point that she came once again. Not wasting another moment, he turned her on her side. Their heavy breathing intermingled as he pushed his chest into her back, preparing her for what he had in store. Cradling close, he gently lifted her leg, but then she took over, doing the honors, holding her calf while he slid deep inside of her.

“Ohhhhhhh!” He felt his eyes roll back as he began to slowly thrust.

He glanced at the bedside nightstand drawer, suddenly recalling her statement about the condoms she’d purchased. He missed her so damn much, wanted to
feel
her, experience her. Hesitating, he mulled it over, then let it go…

“Ahhhhhh!” They sighed together when he pushed to the hilt, bottoming her out. Withdrawing, he administered shallow thrusts, timed and careful. He layered her neck with soft kisses, then her shoulders and upper back. Her wet hair rubbed against the side of his face. He gently brushed the tresses away from her forehead, and granted a tender kiss to it as his determined dick danced within her intoxicating walls.

“Mmmmm, I missed your pussy soooo much. My dick is so fucking happy, baby. Damn!”

She laughed lightly at his admission. He increased his pace. “Mmmm! Uh!” He drew back, then stuck into her, causing her entire body to tremble at the impact. Her damn arm shook and when he looked over her shoulder, he caught her widened eyes and parted lips, an expression of awe on her face.

“Brent, your cock…shit! … Big dick son of a bitch! Go easy on me, baby! You’re going to have to be careful with that thing!” She laughed, but he knew she was serious.

He reluctantly slowed down some and administered butterfly kisses to the side of her face. She then began to bump her ass into his groin as he fucked her soft and gentle—judiciously fucking him right back.

“Ahhhh, shit shit shit!” she hissed, working her hips more and more.

“You told me to slow the fuck down, but look what you’re doing!” He laughed. “Come on baby,” he said huskily. “For real…you excite me too much when you do that…gonna make me cum.” He wanted to plow into her so hard and deep, but he’d just been warned to slow his damn roll. Still, her soft ass cheeks continued bounce and bump against his thrusting crotch.

“I can’t!” she cried.

And then he felt it—her nectar streamed down his shaft and coated her damn inner thighs as she shook uncontrollably against his heated flesh. Gripping her hips, he pulled her into him and pumped, gently sinking his teeth into her shoulder blade. She reached behind and ran her hand roughly over his hair as he gained momentum, his pace increasing rapidly by the damn stroke.

“Uhhh! Uhhhh!”

“Mmmmm!”

“I’m your man!” He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, forcing her into his rhythmic movements. His dick wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Yes, you’re my man, my one and only, baby!”

“A simp can make you cum, a motherfucking pimp like me will make you forget how to fuckin’ walk when I’m done! Uhhhh!”

“Shit, yeeeesssss! Take this pussy, baby! Take it!” she yelled, bumping her ass even harder into him. “You’re wrecking my pussy!”

“Tearin’ this fucking pussy up, baby! Uhhhh! It’s your own damn fault, it feels too damn good! Uhhhh!”

“Ahhhhh, Baaaaabbbbbby!!!”

“Uhhh! Uhh! Uhhh!”

The bed shook violently as he claimed her, went deep and hard. The slapping noise of his balls against her soft, sticky, honey-coated pussy lips seemed amplified and he simply couldn’t get enough. His head felt clouded and clogged as the pressure in his ears grew. He was so close, and this time, it was going to take all of him…

“Uhhhhhh! Let your man cum inside of you, Pussycat! Let me explode inside of you, baby!”

“Yeeeessssss, baby! Cum in me!”

“Uhhhh!” He stuck hard. His cock shot within her, expelling his essence. The load flowed and more and more cum spurted; he had no clue as to when he’d be through. “Uhhhh! Shit!” He cursed between clenched teeth. Holding her arm, he forced her into his body to accept more of his jerky, hard thrusts. He trembled against her frame and his head throbbed as pleasure flowed from his damn toes to the top of his fucking skull. His heart filled with immeasurable adoration, and it felt so damn good to be home, deep inside her love.

“Uhhhhh, shiiiiit…” After dragging his lips lazily down her spine, he released her and rolled onto his back, his breaths erratic. His hands fell limp across his chest, the long fingers sprawled out, and he was certain an expression of pure elation had etched itself across his face.

“Mmmmm,” he groaned, briefly closing his eyes. He raised a leg and ran his hand over his damp hair. His buzz cut still felt foreign to him, but he enjoyed it all the same.

“Welcome home, baby,” she whispered as she turned to him, placing herself upon his chest.

My angel…

He grinned, tracing circles across her ass, the softness of her flesh sure to give him another hard on if she wasn’t careful. After a few minutes of quiet, she looked up into his half-sleepy eyes. Running her finger along his lips, drumming them, making them blubber he offered a half grin as he strained to widen his pupils further, but it was a fight all right.

“Are you hungry? I went grocery shopping and got all of your favorite things. I could pick something up if you want instead though.”

“You are so damn sweet,” he rasped as he looked down into her eyes. She delivered a sexy wink. “Yeah, I’m real hungry, baby. The food in that place was crap. I know I lost about ten pounds, maybe a bit more.” He yawned.

“Okay.” She slid off the bed and put on her cream robe. “I’m going in the kitchen to make my sweetie something to eat.”

“I didn’t know you were a chef.” Grinning, he sat up on his elbows, his eyebrow raised and face flushed. “You told me you could cook, but I’ve only seen you with carry-out. You gotta be pulling my leg.” He cackled. She put her hand on her hip, her lips twisted in annoyance.

“Well, I
do
and though I don’t do it often, I’d give myself a B. It’s decent.” She shrugged and waltzed away, her ass swaying like a pendulum. He leaned back onto the bed and placed his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling for a long while. He smiled when the smell of cooking food reached his nostrils. His stomach growled in anticipation as it wafted around him, titillating him so. If his nose wasn’t fooling him, the woman was baking fish and cooking string beans. Other scents of sautéed onions and peppers intermingled, causing a big stir within. He tried to hold onto the happy feelings, then dropped his head as the world closed in on him, the bars of a cell slamming shut and locking from behind. He’d become a creature, trapped against his will, and the justice system had failed him for a while, then turned around and tried to make it right—but the damage had been done. He knew many men had had it much worse, spent the better part of their life incarcerated for a crime they never committed.