"Oooohhh… harder, Mark! Fuck me harder! Oooohhh… harder, my lover!" Carol cried, digging her little heels into the flesh of his back. Suddenly, she drew back her legs until they were locked over his shoulders, presenting him with the total widespread plateau of her passion-inflamed loins. Her eyes, like her teeth, were clamped tightly together, her lovely face twisting and straining as her orgasm came over her!
"Oooooh Goddd… darling… I'm cummmmiiinngg…!"
She whimpered, cried out, then actually screamed, pulling her thighs back tighter until the whole of her hungrily devouring cunt was offered up to him in passionate sacrifice! She thrust her hips ceilingward with bruising force, her mouth failing loosely open, her nostrils flaring wide! Wail after wail squealed up out of her as she skewered her climaxing loins up onto his battering cock and clung there while the seething, slick walls of her slaving vagina milked omnivorously at his screaming cock like the greedy little mouth of a starving child!
The violence of her ecstasy stunned him for a moment! Christ, he'd never seen anything like that, let alone been a part of it! It stayed his own orgasm with just the incredible wonder of her, but he continued to hammer into her, feeling the warm gushes of wet, sticky cum bathing his charging cock! It foamed out around his painful hardness to drench his hairy loins and flood his hotly pulsating balls! She jerked and lurched beneath him, the nibbling lips and ravenous vaginal throat of her amazing cunt drawing feverishly at his bursting cock! And, as her breathing labored in short, panting gasps, Mark sensed his boiling sperm racing up the length of his spasming cock with mind-bending sensation. It wracked his naked frame as it surged from the tip of his cock like water from a fire hose, far up into her quivering hot belly! It jerked and spewed fitfully inside her, while she ground her hungrily swallowing cunt possessively up tight onto its buried depths.
"Oh darling, darling… pump all of it up into me… every drop! It's mine… mine… all mine!" Carol mumbled, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with the unleashed pool of warm pleasure he was emptying into her. At last, he fell in exhaustion on top of her, and once more she hugged him inside her caressing arms.
She sighed from deep in her chest, her legs falling shamelessly limp and open, while her heart pounded. Her sensual body had been satisfied… dear God, yesss… totally and beautifully satisfied…
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sultan watched with keen interest as his golden-haired mistress flitted about the shabby apartment, continuously humming a pleasant little tune as she busied herself. Her pretty face seemed bright, more so than he had seen it in a long time. It pleased him when she was this way, and he lay down in his favorite corner where he could observe her every move.
Carol could never remember being happier in her life! She felt as if she were floating about in a dream world too beautiful and impossible to be real. She knew it was real, yet she had to keep pinching herself to make certain she was awake. She was in love, not the Jonny Gains type of superficial love, but deep emotional love that was vibrantly alive inside her young body every single instant, even while she'd slept, and she knew with all of her heart that Mark Cannon felt the same! What a joy it had been to burst out of bed this morning, her brain saturated with the memories of her magnificent new lover!
Even the apartment had suddenly taken on a glow of splendor for her, and she realized that it was all because they had shared such an enchanting evening there last night, finding each other, then making breathtaking love, the likes of which she had only dared dream of. Oh, what a great life they were going to have together, and the thrills ahead in just the planning of it! He would come tonight, her darling and his beautiful Queenie, to begin discussing those plans and to set a date for their wedding, and she wanted everything neat and perfect for him.
She would have a report to give him too. Already there had been four young men and a girl who'd rung Ed White's buzzer, stayed only a matter of minutes, then left. It was difficult to see their faces without opening her door wide, but what she had seen of them, she'd tried to mentally record, so that she would know them if they came back.
Carol smiled to herself. How determined Mark had been about her not having any part in this business, whatever it was. But when she'd stomped her foot, insisting that she wouldn't have it any other way if he was going to carry on with it, he'd finally given in, hugging her and begging her to be careful. She'd loved that, but surprisingly enough, she was intrigued with the whole idea more than the slightest bit frightened. After all, she was perfectly safe in doing a little peeking; besides, she had Sultan to protect her. And, speaking of that handsome darling, he should be out in the backyard getting some exercise!
"Would you like to go outside, Sully baby?" Carol cooed at him, walking over and bending down to pet his massive head. God, she couldn't forget the delicious sensual pleasure he had brought her either, when there had been no one else but the two of them. Her faithful and gallant protector… with love-brimming eyes… she wondered if he was jealous? Did dogs of his brainy caliber know that bitter human emotion? She hoped not because she loved him so much, and she'd never, never knowingly hurt him. And then, it struck her that perhaps his canine affections had suddenly been transferred toward Queenie! Could that be?
"Do… do you like Queenie?" Carol heard herself ask, surprised at the resentful feeling she abruptly felt. He had gotten to his feet, and she kissed him between the eyes, holding his big head between her small hands. His tail wagged, but was it in response to her affection or the sound of Queenie's name? "Y-You wouldn't let anyone take Carol's place… would you, darling? She's always going to need you. We've been through so much together… I'd be lost without you, baby… and… and we'll still have out secret times, I promise! So don't you run off after some new girl friend and desert me. Promise? Do you? Well, promise…"
The towering German shepherd with ears erect and tail waving excitedly, barked then and Carol kissed him again before straightening up, satisfied that she hadn't lost the loyal attachment of her animal-darling. "All right, lover, come on, Mama's going to let you outside for a while, but you just remember your promise, eh?"
Closing the back door behind him, the happy, blonde-haired girl remembered that she had yet to shower and dress. She had hopped out of bed to the warm, California sunshine filled with an exuberance which had left her spinning. Tossing a housecoat over her nakedness, she had almost danced toward the small kitchen to make coffee, and, after a quick breakfast, had begun preparing for Mark's visit, which was at least twelve hours away! She had been and still was that happy! But it was time for a shower…
The faint sound of the door buzzer in the next apartment interrupted her thoughts. Momentarily, Carol enjoyed the thrill of excitement rippling upward over her naked curves beneath the housecoat. It was like a movie or TV play, and she was the secret agent! And it was for real, too, for the department was going to pay for her, Mark had said. But it was so simple, and hardly dangerous, she thought, gliding toward her front door and silently opening it to catch a quick glimpse of the teenage girl with the long brown hair. She couldn't be over seventeen, and dressed so cutely… Then, she disappeared inside and Carol waited with her door still cracked open… waited for perhaps three to five minutes before the enticing young girl left, walking flippantly toward the building's front entrance. She closed her door and dashed to the front window to see the teenager climb into an expensive sports car driven by a long-haired boy. She watched them speed off, at the same time mentally recording the license number and wheeling away to find pencil and paper… Mark had never expected her to be that alert!