"P-Please… no…" she stammered, trying to pull her hand free and get to her feet, but he held her hand fast against the outline of his jerking cock and drew her up tight to him, crushing her full pointed breasts into his chest.
"Five years…" he hissed between his strong, white teeth, his breath hot against her face, "five long years since I've had a woman… and I'm going to fuck you, lovely Madeleine, if it's the last thing I ever do in this lifetime. You hear?"
He kissed her then, his mouth slamming down brutally against her own soft wet one, engulfing her lush ruby-like lips entirely within his own, his tongue knifing out to slice between her lips and against her teeth savagely, his big hot hands immediately finding the firm, fleshy moons of her buttocks to clutch and knead lustfully, while her hand imprisoned between them was filled with the growing hardness of his long thick jumping shaft as he ground his pelvis ravenously into the softness of her belly and loins.
Madeleine couldn't hold back the little gasps she emitted into his mouth, while the lewd promise he had just made her ricocheted wildly about in her brain, along with the undeniable masculine assurance of the pledge she held in her hand… and suddenly she was stroking and caressing it in her rekindled passion and anticipation. God, she wanted it… had to have it to quench the tormenting flames Julian Forrest had left burning inside her.
Finally, he raised his head and whispered: "Just one thing, angel… I thing you're going to have to put these on the cuff… and I do mean these… because I'm going to fuck you from now right straight through until sometime tomorrow… until neither of us has enough energy to move a muscle… not one fucking muscle… then, we'll talk some business…"
"Oh… Oh, God, cheri!" Madeleine whimpered, pressing her mouth up tightly against his while simultaneously her hand squeezed his throbbing cock and her tiny tongue searched his mouth excitedly. "Oui, oui! Please… I want you to… I want you to… but, we will do it my way, eh? Let me make you happy. You've waited so long… and now it must be wonderful for you… such beautiful love-making that you'll never forget it… ever, ever…"
"Christ!" Shannon gasped, his prick aching and dancing to the soft massaging caresses of Poirier's wife's hand until he was certain he'd cum in his pants if she didn't stop. "What the hell are we waiting for? Get those Godamned clothes off…"
Now, she smiled at him for the first time and he felt as if he were going to melt at the splendor of the sight. "No, cheri, no… not like that," she was saying as she half freed herself and led him over to the chair. She pressed him down into it and stood before him. "It mustn't just be a tearing off of our clothes and going at each other. Please… let me make it beautiful for you… as it will be for me, if only you will let me…?"
Shannon was breathing like a rutting moose. His prick stuck out in his pants with the prominence of a center tent-pole. He stared at the unbelievably enchanting girl before him, skeptically. Whatever in hell had come over her, he didn't know or understand, only that it was almost too fantastic to be true… like some kind of dream, and God knows, he'd had enough of those the past few years… but he could wait that much longer… as long as she wasn't trying to pull something… like run outside and start screaming rape… Christ, he'd kill her if she tried anything like…
"You don't understand, do you, cheri?" she questioned, smiling warmly, excitedly, and moving away from him to where he had left the bourbon beside the sink. "And you don't know whether you trust me or not, eh? Yet, you come here to offer me some kind of deal… Did it ever occur to you that I might not trust you either… that, we have only known each other but a few short minutes… yet, already, I feel that I've known you a hundred years?" She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with mounting delight as she took ice from the refrigerator and made them drinks.
She didn't say anymore and he watched her every move hungrily. Damn, he had never seen such a magnificent body on a girl… and he was going to go out of his damned mind if he didn't have her soon.
To Madeleine, it was as if she had suddenly been catapulted into some new world of fantasia, yet, for the life of her she couldn't reason why. Nothing had happened to change her existence… except the sudden presence of this American… this handsome, masculine American who had forced his way into her apartment… into her life… for as sure as he sat there before her, she was going to fall in love with him… and there was nothing, she knew, absolutely nothing she could do to avoid it.
Dear God, let him be gentle, kind and loving to me… Please God, I beg you.
Shannon watched the provocative movements of her soft, sensual body as she brought his drink, then, sat down on his lap, her short dress hiking up carelessly to reveal the satin-like white flesh of her thighs above her hose. She slipped her arm around his neck and lay back against him, cradled in his arms, her round full buttocks shifting and undulating over his rock-hard prick.
"Oui, mon cher, I've known you a hundred years," she whispered to him. She leaned close and kissed him with tender, wet lips. "Drink your drink. I made it strong to relax you… unwind you… I want you just right for my love-making, eh?"
Shannon swallowed tightly. In a minute he'd wake up. He gulped half the bourbon-water away, feeling it burn pleasantly in his throat and belly.
"Better?" she asked.
"Fine… except I think I'm going to burst."
She tittered lightly, a little chill of excitement racing through her as she felt the hardness jerking against her bottom. "And now…" she said softly, "you want to make love to me, don't you, cheri!"
Shannon grunted some unintelligible sound.
She pressed her lips close to his ear and whispered. "I can feel your wonderful love tool against my behind, cheri. Mmmmmmm, it feels so good…" She ground her buttocks atop of him and heard him launch into deeper, heavier breathing. "Now… you sit right here and watch me, mon cher… I'm going to undress for you, eh?"
Like a wood-sprite, she was off his lap and out of his reach, only a few feet away, but to Shannon it was almost as if he were gaping through her bedroom window, for she went about the delightful performance as if she were alone in the apartment. He watched her tiny, minidress slip to the floor about her feet as she moved slowly, provocatively, not looking at him, with never the slightest trace of obscenity to her movements. Her nonchalance caused his cock to jerk wildly in his pants and he gulped at his drink once more. Then, she turned her back to him and bent down to retrieve her dress, the full rounded orbs of her buttocks causing his erection to lurch once more as he gaped at the sheer white nylon strip of her panties tightening snugly between her firm, full thighs, slipping tauntingly into the soft, rounded crevice of her buttocks to remain, caught there as she straightened up and moved toward the closet to hang her dress. He stared after her, his breath knotted in his throat, while she crossed the room, her magnificent, rounded ass-cheeks quivering enticingly as she walked.
Shannon raised his glass to his lips and drained it. His brain whirled in wild, ever-increasing lust at the beautiful, erotic sight taking place before him. Christ, she was extraordinarily lovely… as Maggi had once been lovely… but this enticing creature… Christ! He never remembered seeing such gorgeous legs, such texture of skin, such grace of movement.
He gaped at her in panties and bra, garterbelt and hose… her high-heels… Maggi had never looked like that… no other woman had ever set him off this way… shit… five long years… he was going to flip…!
She came toward him. "You like me, cheri?" she said down to him, suddenly standing between his outstretched legs, her panties and bra gone and he hadn't even seen her remove them… her magnificent breasts, so full, so erect, their dark red nipples distended at their tips, the breathtaking contours of her body… the black, silken fleece at the base of her smooth, white young belly… He gulped. Her hose and garter-belt and heels were the final touches to blow his mind.