"Goddamn you!" he yelled, grabbing the carpet, his face contorted in pure agony. "F-fuck me, you whore! Jesus, do it!"
Just as he had used, had violated, he was now being used, violated. Sara, he knew, was concerned with only one thing – her own pleasure. His pleasure was merely incidental, and somehow it made the sensations even more powerful. His nuts began throbbing with life, the swirling masses of cum churning to blast through his tight, constricted sphincter muscle. He raised himself, hanging onto her jerking body, his hands cupping her flopping mounds of tit. He kissed the back of her neck tenderly, just the hint of his tongue over the delicate, perfumed flesh.
Sara pumped up and down furiously, her cunt about to burst with orgasm. Each time, his huge prod running in and out of her shit canal brought her closer, inching her to total ecstasy.
Finally it happened – her pussy exploded sending a liquid warmth throughout her body, making her flinch.
"Ohhhh!" she screamed, her pussy and shitter racked with hard, throbbing spasms of release.
And as she cried out, she felt his gushing climax blast into her hole, creaming her insides. Another wave of climax thundered inside her body.
"Baby, baby, baby!" Greg whispered, his cock emptying with quick jerks. He held her tits like a drowning man would grasp at a straw.
When they finally pulled apart several moments later, he held her fade in both hands, a wide grin on his lips. It was an unspoken admission of defeat. They both had conquered and won, each the spoils of the other.
"Will you go with me to New York tomorrow?" he asked.
"You know I will."
"What… that is, what would you like me to do now?" he asked.
"I think I would like some flowers… and some music now," she answered.
He looked around and gathered up the roses. He handed them to her and then turned the stereo up louder.
"You didn't bring an overnight case like I asked," he said, again looking around.
"I hadn't planned on staying," she said. "But I do now."
CHAPTER THREE
Greg led her to the bed and pushed her down gently, immediately wrapping his body around hers. She was so soft, so yielding, he could have easily taken her once again in a violent assault. But he wanted more to taste her, savor her body as he would a fine wine.
He looked at her features, wondering how it was possible that a person could have no flaws. Her skin was creamy-white, setting off the color of her hair, her eyes like those of a cat – sensual, inviting.
Her pert lips were wet from his kisses, her rubbery nipples burning into his chest.
"I want you," he murmured. "My God, I've never wanted a person in my life… until now!"
Sara, too, felt the storm of their passions building. She ran her fingers over his smooth broad back, lightly playing around the slight curve just above the crack of his ass. She felt warm, secure, again hungry for his love. Spreading her legs a little wider, she thrust her hips up, meeting the underside of his cockshaft with her pussy entrance.
"Fuck me slow," she murmured, kissing his eyes. "God, Greg, fuck me!"
"Let me just look at you for a while," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I want to remember you just like this for always."
He raised himself to his knees, his hands on her shoulders. While his eyes followed the moves of his fingers, he noticed the delicious curve of her jutting tits, the mere hint of a shadow under the left side of each nipple. Slowly he leaned forward and brushed his lips over the rubbery projections, feeling them pulsate, blossom to rigid fullness. He opened his mouth almost lazily, and licked them one at a time, then, pressing them together, chewed on both.
Sara watched his sucking, feeling not only the pleasure he was giving her, but also the joy of just looking at his concentration. She held his arms, touching the meaty, bulging biceps, knowing his excitement was growing from the way his blood was rushing through his veins.
"Hurry!" she whispered, touching the soft tufts of hair that fanned from his armpits. "God, I… need you!"
Greg was oblivious to her pleas, his mind totally on her fantastic shapely body. He inched his mouth downward to her flat belly, working his fingertips into the fleshy part of her hips. Her entire body seemed to steam with sex, engulfing him in a mist of pure ecstasy. He licked past her pussy and nibbled on the insides of her thighs, savoring the milky softness of her skin, the warmth of her body.
"Lovely," he murmured, lifting her legs, pressing his lips down on her ankles, then her toes.
"There is no part of you that isn't perfect."
After kissing her feet, leaving them damp with his spit, he moved back up, drawing his tongue over the sides of her body. He brushed past her tits and again locked his mouth around her parted lips. He thrust his tongue deeply into her throat, sucking with his lips, pulling the sweetness of her mouth into his.
"It just isn't right that someone like you could exist," he murmured, nudging his cockhead into her wet patch of cunt hair. "I… I don't think I've ever felt this good in my life!"
Sara gave a sigh of relief when she felt his prick ease into her pussy. The thick slab stretched her opening apart deliciously, sending ripples of pleasure upward. She bent her knees and lifted her ass, driving in more of his beautiful cock, rubbing her ankle over his hip. A spasm of ecstasy burned into the back of her cunt, almost exploding. She bit her lip, throwing her head back, to keep from climaxing, knowing the torture was more fantastic than the release.
"Give me all of you!" she gasped still feeling the huge prod slip into her insides. His hairy nuts were slowly, almost painfully, rolling up the insides of her legs. Finally they rested in the crack of her ass as his cockbase plunged between her cunt lips. "Oh yes! Just… like that!"
Greg lowered his hands to her ass and lifted her slightly. As he did this, he dug his toes into the sheets, straightening his less, and shoved forward. He bent his head and chewed her tits, licking furiously between the soft, delicious mounds. His breath was faster now, a low moan vibrating into her chest.
"Baby, baby, baby," he groaned, beginning to fuck his cock into her pussy a little faster. Her muscles were so tight, so frothy and hot, he knew it was useless to fight his emotions any longer. "I've got… to fuck you!" he grunted.
"Yes!" Sara whispered. "Go ahead! Take me! Fuck me hard, you bastard! Fuck… me!"
Greg began banging into her cunt with the same intensity he had shown before. But this time it was different, more than just physical. He couldn't name what was running through his mind, but whatever it was made him feel free, for the first time in his life totally aware of his own body. Every cell, each nerve seemed to explode with fiery throbs.
"Oh, Sara!" he whispered, licking up to the hollow of her throat. "I can't believe this! God, I… I…unhhhhiihhh!"
Sara climaxed at the same exact second his orgasm peaked. Her pussy pulled like a mouth, accepting his blasting cum, sucking it into her womb. She humped violently, trying to gobble more, her cunt lips locked around his prick like a greasy, spasming vise.
"F-fuck me!" she shouted, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead. "Ram that cock in me and fuck me apart!"
Greg hammered brutally until he emptied his thick steaming load into the back of her cunt. And even after his muscles burned from exhaustion, he continued jabbing in and out of her exploding hole, feeling his jism slosh around inside her pussy hole. Thick streams oozed from the opening, gluing his nuts to her flesh, others gushing into the crack of her ass.
Sara experienced one long, almost painful, storm of release, her orgasm hitting new peaks each time his dick slammed forward. His cockhead brought the last of his squirting juice to the back of her cunt, causing her back to arch, her heart to almost pound out of her chest.