"Hey, you don't have to stop now, do you?" Mark asked. "I think I could go another round or two if you could."
"No," Gina said. "I… I think I'll take the rest of the day off and… and get my hair fixed or something. You mind?"
Before he could answer, she was out of the office. She gathered up her things, knowing full well where she was going.
She was going to go past that construction site once more today and get another look at that man.
With her heart thundering in her chest, she walked out of the building and toward Cooper Street.
When she rounded the corner, she walked down the sidewalk looking out of the corner of her eye. She heard a loud, lewd whistle, and then a man's voice.
"Hey, Tony!" the voice said. "Here comes the frost queen. I think she's in love with you!"
For some reason, Gina felt a wave of fury, yet it was directed to herself. Here she was, playing games, and at her age! It was like something kids in junior high would do – go out of your way to see someone, then ignore them grandly.
"Welcome back," she heard Tony say.
Gina bolted like a rabbit, afraid to look back. She heard the men laughing, and felt tears stinging her cheeks.
CHAPTER TWO
On her way to Mark's house, Gina had almost worked herself into a frenzy. She had thought about Tony ever since leaving the construction site, trying to sort out her feelings.
She certainly didn't love the man – that was silly. Yet, it was something more than sexual attraction. It was as if he had something that she needed to make her personality complete.
While she was thinking about him every moment, he probably hadn't given her a second thought. What do construction workers do when they get off work?
They probably all meet somewhere and have a few beers, then pick up a woman and.
Was Tony with some girl now? she wondered. This very minute? Was she struggling beneath his huge, hulking frame, getting her pussy fucked to shreds?
He probably had her hands held to her sides to keep her from clawing his chest. He had found her walking down a street, perhaps. He had invited her for a drink, then threw her to the floor. He had torn her clothes away and had stabbed that massive cock inside her cunt with one stroke.
Gina could almost hear the girl's tortured scream, hear her beg for him to stop… then have him fuck her harder. Yes, he would fuck her, make her remember his hard body, his sweaty smell for the rest of her life.
If the girl was idiotic enough not to actually crave his fucking, he would tie her up. She could almost feel the ropes cut into the girl's flesh, tearing, twisting. Her mouth was wide with terror, her eyes glazed from the plunging of his cock.
She almost drove off the road because her pussy began twitching wildly. It was luck that she was so close to Mark's house. Otherwise, she felt she might have grabbed the first man she saw and…
Only God knows what!
A few moments later, she parked her car in Mark's driveway and quickly raced across the lawn, as if every second counted.
Inside his house, she hardly gave him time to close the door. She was in his arms, her mouth on his.
"Fuck me… fuck me now!" she said, her words a gasp.
"Jesus… you are hot, aren't you?" Mark grinned. "Don't you want something to drink first?"
"Not unless it's some more of your hot, creamy cum," Gina said, feeling her excitement rise dramatically.
"Christ, then let's get into the bedroom," Mark said, leading her from the living room.
Gina began shedding her clothes as they walked, and when she was fully naked, she began tugging on Mark's trousers. It was almost as if she'd lost all control over her emotions. Nothing seemed to matter – not even her good name – except having a rough male body next to hers.
She pulled him down on the bed and squirmed against his muscular form. When flesh touched flesh, she felt her pussy constrict, sending a delicate stream of cunt juice into her red-gold hairs.
"Fuck me," she gasped into his mouth. "God, I want your big, meaty cock pounding the hell out of me."
Mark gave her a rather frightened look. He'd never seen her act so strangely. From a cool, career woman to a wild-cat was just too radical a change in one day!
"Hey, baby, hang on," he said. "We have all night. No use rushing things."
Gina didn't think she had another moment. If she didn't get his cock inside her pussy, she was going to go crazy. She flipped him on his back and straddled his middle.
"Cock!" she screamed out, guiding the tip of his prick into her smoldering pussy. As his cock slipped deep inside her cunt, she felt a wave of climaxing juice burn around her clit. "Godddddd… cock!" she shrieked, clawing at his chest.
Fortunately for Mark, her orgasm was over almost as quickly as it started. She relaxed, becoming more human, and less an animal.
"Let's just take it easy, baby," he said, reaching for her tits. "I like to make love, not war."
For some reason Gina felt like slapping him. Couldn't he understand her needs? Why couldn't he be like Tony, and know what she wanted.
"Fuck me," she said, trying to calm down.
"Let's fuck fast and hard. Then we'll do it your way, OK?"
"OK," Mark said, giving her a long look. "But remember, I'm an accountant, not a construction worker. I can't fuck like a cat on a fence."
If she hadn't had such a burning desire for cock – any cock – she would have left right then. Instead, she got control of her emotions and began a slow, steady assault on his prick.
"Now that's the way to do it, baby," Mark said. He nuzzled his face between her tits. "Just… a slow fuck like this…"
"Suck my tits," Gina whispered, moving her hands over his wide, muscular shoulders. "Chew on my tits… please…"
When she felt his sharp teeth sink into the yielding flesh of her tits, a shiver of ecstasy ran up her spine. She moved her hands to her back and touched her fingernails together.
"Ohhhhhh," she gasped, wondering what it would be like to have her hands tied.
"Fuck… fuck me…"
While he thrust his cock in and out of her burning, constricted cunt, Mark moved his hands down her sides and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. Slowly, he began moving her cunt up and down on his prick to match his rhythm.
"Take it, baby," he gurgled, sliding his tongue over the firm texture of her upturned nipples. "Screw my cock all the way in your pussy."
Gina wondered how much more of this torture she could stand. As always, the itch in her cunt was becoming so demanding it hurt. She wanted only to feel the slippery sensation of cockmeat thrusting into her cunt, but the hard pressure.
"Put your hands around my neck," she whispered. "Squeeze me, Mark… please."
The man did as she asked, but he was so gentle, it seemed to make matters worse. It was like tasting a delicious food, only to have your throat blocked. She began squirming and twisting.
"Choke me… make it hurt," she begged. "Fuck me… take me, God, please!"
It was obvious that Mark had no intention of pleasing her hunger. Perhaps it was because he was such a huge, hulking man – afraid of hurting her.
"I'm close, baby," he said suddenly, dropping his hands to his sides and grasping the sheets. "You… you ready for some hot cum?"
Gina was ready for anything, except what was happening. She began bouncing and writhing like she was on fire, her fingers clawing at her back. Her climax was so close, so deliciously ripe, yet it seemed to be held back by some invisible barrier.
"Goddddd!" she gasped. "I… I can't stand it!"
"Now," Mark grunted, heaving his body upward, planting the first glob of cum inside her pussy. "Fuck my cock now, baby!"
When Gina felt the scalding, bubbling cum burst into her pussy, the pressure inside her cunt became almost unbearable. Her own climax seemed to be never reaching fulfillment, yet never going away.