His cock was hot steel, impaling her again and again. She couldn’t get enough of it, of him. What was it about this man that she wanted to worship every sweet, glorious inch of him? Never had someone filled her so completely, made her long for him so much. Her pussy spasmed as she felt herself being opened by him, bit by bit, the hard press of his flesh spreading hers. The way he stayed there and kissed her before he started pulling out, the throbbing feel of the tip buried deep inside of her making her close her eyes and clutch at him. He used that deliciously fat, bulbous head to collect all her juices, pulling it along her hot, tight passage toward the light-wetting the way.
He hesitated for a moment and then…oh, god, he started to fuck her so hard-so hard and fast and breathless and sweaty in the heat of the sun. The light? Where was the light coming from? She was aware of the ground beneath her now as they rocked. There was the sound of water coming from somewhere, but her eyes didn’t search it out. Instead, Annie opened her eyes and saw him-
the most beautiful man she had ever encountered. She gloried in the sight of him, and knew he was hers. She could feel it in the way his thighs pressed against her, see it in the way his dark hair curled behind his ear, and knew it in the outline of his mouth, drawn tight, as he drove even deeper inside of her.
“Eric, look at me!” Annie urged, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Please, look at me.”
She felt his smile against her cheek. “I don’t need to.” And she knew it was true. He knew her in ways she didn’t even know herself.
They sank into blackness again, floating on a mattress like a soft cloud in the darkness. He fucked her with all of his strength, his muscles straining, his breath hot on her face. She met him, crazy with her own lust, bucking under him until her body screamed for release. She moaned and gasped in his ear, calling his name, begging him for more. The words didn’t matter, she just had to release her breath, or die. And he gave her what she wanted, left and right and sideways and upside-fucking-down.
He was relentless. He pinned her legs back practically to her ears, driving into her with a force that didn’t seem possible. His fingers rubbed her clit, just the way she loved, using the hood to tease the little bud underneath. She felt her climax swelling like something about to burst. He seemed to know it, too, because he gave her even more, grinding his pelvis into hers, forcing her pussy to its edge and beyond. She came all over his cock in great, shuddering waves that made her clench around him in sweet desperation.
But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. He spread her out onto her belly, his cock shoving so far up inside of her that she thought she could taste it. She just let him take her, going along for the ride. The weight of him was crushing the breath out of her, leaving her panting and clawing at the mattress.
He quickly sent her out into orbit again, and she couldn’t remember how to get back. Eric bit at her neck and shoulder as she came again, his cock impaling her, and still, he didn’t stop. She tried to crawl away, almost frightened by the intensity of his lust, but his tongue changed her mind. He rolled her onto her back and licked her. She was a dripping mess and he licked her clean, moving around so he could shove his hard cock down her throat.
She could barely stand that position. He used her throat like another pussy, just driving into her. Annie gasped and pushed against his hips. Just when she thought she couldn’t do it anymore, his tongue and fingers working between her legs inched her up another notch, to a place where she could ride with it again, lost in the sensation. It was as if he knew every threshold and pushed her eagerly just to that edge.
Annie’s fingers were pressing between her legs, and she moaned softly.
The wet throb of her clit moved closer toward physical release.
There was no warning, no build-up. One minute he was licking her, and she was struggling to handle the length of his cock down her throat, and the next minute, he had his hand in her hair and he was turning her over onto her hands and knees and shoving into her from behind. There were no words between them, just sounds, like animals grunting and gasping.
Annie whimpered, twisting in her chair. Her head lolled back as her fingers pressed the wet crotch of her panties.
She didn’t think her pussy could take any more of his cock, but when he turned her around and pressed into her flesh, it was like sinking a post on a muddy day-she had no resistance left. He could have done anything to her. She was his. She had always been his.
There were no words between them, just sounds. She sucked and licked and bit at the buttons on the mattress. She didn’t know what had happened to the sheet. They rocked together, hard, and she grabbed onto the edges to keep from falling over, pushing back into him like she was riding some incredible force pressing deep within. Her pussy felt stretched to its limit.
He grabbed her hips and squeezed, driving his cock so far into her that she was thrown forward, half off the mattress, hissing and clawing at the shock of the tile floor underneath. He was filling her, coming hard, his growl rumbling through her body. She was so tight around him-or he was so huge inside of her-that she could actually feel the pulse of his shaft, waves of him spurting upward along the underside of his cock.
Annie gasped and shuddered, her body jerking alive in the wake of her orgasm. Consciousness came slowly as she blinked and stared up at the ceiling, shaking her head as if to clear it. She swore she could feel him, still hard, sliding out of her pussy. Eric?! Don’t leave me! It made her want to cry. She didn’t want him to go. But he was gone. The air around her was still, and the light in her eyes was blinding. You promised. Why didn’t you keep your word? That’s when she realized she was really awake. Her watch was beeping, chiming the time for her next client. She started, still disoriented and groggy. She slipped her shoes back on and rushed to open her door. No one had shown up yet.
She stumbled back to her chair, straightening her skirt, smoothing her hair. Eric. Where are you? God, I need you. She had never thought that about any man, but there it was. She could feel it like the ache between her legs.
The message light on her phone was blinking. I didn’t hear it ring? With a frown, she picked up the receiver and pushed the play button.
“Hello, Annie, this is Dita, Eric’s mother, returning your call. I’m swamped today. Why don’t you meet me at The Demi-Cafe on West Fourth Street tomorrow morning at seven? See you then!”
Annie stared at the phone receiver with her jaw dropped. She had just decided to call back to clarify her need for only a number when the phone rang. It was the client who was supposed to be in her office now, calling to cancel. She
spoke briefly, rearranging her schedule to fit him in later in the week, but her mind couldn’t seem to focus on anything except the message from Eric’s mother.
Then, she listened to the message again, writing down the cafe and street name before erasing it. She was feeling dizzy and sleepy and didn’t feel brave enough to call again. Recalling Eric’s little eccentricities, she decided to give his mother the benefit of the doubt. Okay, Mom. Let’s see where this goes. She packed up her briefcase, making sure to tuck in the notebook with the numbers on it before turning off the lights and locking up for the night.
Annie circled the block three times before finally seeing the little coffee shop tucked away between two larger restaurants. Damn! She was twenty minutes late by her watch. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, her eyes swept the building as she clicked the button to automatically lock her car door. There was only a hand-made sign propped in the corner of the dirty glass in calligraphied letters: Demi-Cafe. She had worried on the way over how she was going to recognize Eric’s mother in a crowd, but now Annie didn’t think that was going to be a problem.