Present Day
I stared at the
brunette beauty in front of my eyes and gently clasped her face,
her blue eyes met mine and it felt like she could see all the way
into my soul. She saw the shame, anger and guilt buried deep inside
me, yet she didn’t turn away. Instead she clutched my shoulders,
drawing me closer, as her full lush lips parted and softly brushed
over mine. I groaned into her mouth as we gently kissed, all the
while my stomach was doing somersaults that I’d never experienced
until I clapped eyes on her.
My whole body ached with
desire. I’d fucked hundreds of women before her, blondes, red
heads, tall, short, skinny, plump, the odd brunette, yet I hadn’t
felt this level of magnetism with a single one, until now. We were
opposite poles destined to be attracted to each other, the odds of
finding her had to be one in a … billion, yet here she was
in my arms, willing me to taste her, caress her, possess
her.
I took her over with deep
plunges of my tongue into her warm mouth, as I slid one hand to the
nape of her neck, holding her to keep her from escaping. My other
gently clutched her throat, my thumb caressing her jaw as she
melted in my arms. Damn it, I was feeling things from kissing her
that I hadn’t even felt from sex with other women. What was she
doing to me? I heard her softly moan my name, which made me groan
again, I felt it to my very core. I reluctantly pulled away and
tore my t-shirt over my head. I felt a surge of pride when she
gasped as her eyes roved hungrily over my solid pecs and bulging
oblique’s. Her body looked exquisite too, she had curves in all the
right places and the way those jeans clung to that rounded backside
made me quiver in anticipation of being able to caress it. I needed
her naked, right now.
She looked up at me through her
long lashes as her lips parted and her chest heaved, while I slowly
unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. She was bare
chested and my cock surged at the sight of her perfectly formed
pert breasts, with peaked soft pink nipples. I wanted to touch
them, lick them, kiss them and suck them, then rip off her jeans,
lay her down on the bed and touch every inch of her flawless
porcelain skin. I’d make her come over and over with my fingers and
tongue. I’d part her swollen pink folds and lash her clit with my
tongue, teasing, pressing softly then hard, circling with
occasional plunges into her warmth so she wouldn’t know what was
coming next. I’d sink my fingers into her tight pussy and seek out
her g-spot, stroking it again and again, as I gently sucked on her
clit. I’d make her so wet that she’d be primed to accept my solid
thick cock without complaint. Once she was crying with pleasure and
begging to me to take her, I’d sink into her and make love to her
until she pleaded with me to fill her with my hot salty come.
Make love to her? Something didn’t sound right with that. I didn’t make love, I
fucked. Roughly.
I groaned as I opened my eyes
and realised I was in bed, alone, dreaming. That damn girl wouldn’t
even leave me in peace when I was asleep. Since the second I’d
spotted her I could think of nothing else, I wanted nothing else.
Now it was time I did something about it. I was actually meeting
her in less than four hours, and the only thing I knew for certain
was that I’d stop at nothing until I made her mine.
Eleven Years Ago
I was having
the best day ever. It was Christmas Eve and I was sitting on the
sofa with Mum and my brother or sister in her big, round tummy. She
had her arm around me as she read me a story. She smelled of
cinnamon and spice, as she’d been baking all day, preparing cake
and mince pies for lunch for tomorrow. I couldn’t wait, I was so
excited. I loved Christmas, especially when it snowed, like it had
for the last couple of days.
We’d spent ages in the kitchen
that morning. She’d kept getting flour all over her cheeks and I’d
giggled every time she touched the tip of my nose
I stared at the
brunette beauty in front of my eyes and gently clasped her face,
her blue eyes met mine and it felt like she could see all the way
into my soul. She saw the shame, anger and guilt buried deep inside
me, yet she didn’t turn away. Instead she clutched my shoulders,
drawing me closer, as her full lush lips parted and softly brushed
over mine. I groaned into her mouth as we gently kissed, all the
while my stomach was doing somersaults that I’d never experienced
until I clapped eyes on her.
My whole body ached with
desire. I’d fucked hundreds of women before her, blondes, red
heads, tall, short, skinny, plump, the odd brunette, yet I hadn’t
felt this level of magnetism with a single one, until now. We were
opposite poles destined to be attracted to each other, the odds of
finding her had to be one in a … billion, yet here she was
in my arms, willing me to taste her, caress her, possess
her.
I took her over with deep
plunges of my tongue into her warm mouth, as I slid one hand to the
nape of her neck, holding her to keep her from escaping. My other
gently clutched her throat, my thumb caressing her jaw as she
melted in my arms. Damn it, I was feeling things from kissing her
that I hadn’t even felt from sex with other women. What was she
doing to me? I heard her softly moan my name, which made me groan
again, I felt it to my very core. I reluctantly pulled away and
tore my t-shirt over my head. I felt a surge of pride when she
gasped as her eyes roved hungrily over my solid pecs and bulging
oblique’s. Her body looked exquisite too, she had curves in all the
right places and the way those jeans clung to that rounded backside
made me quiver in anticipation of being able to caress it. I needed
her naked, right now.
She looked up at me through her
long lashes as her lips parted and her chest heaved, while I slowly
unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. She was bare
chested and my cock surged at the sight of her perfectly formed
pert breasts, with peaked soft pink nipples. I wanted to touch
them, lick them, kiss them and suck them, then rip off her jeans,
lay her down on the bed and touch every inch of her flawless
porcelain skin. I’d make her come over and over with my fingers and
tongue. I’d part her swollen pink folds and lash her clit with my
tongue, teasing, pressing softly then hard, circling with
occasional plunges into her warmth so she wouldn’t know what was
coming next. I’d sink my fingers into her tight pussy and seek out
her g-spot, stroking it again and again, as I gently sucked on her
clit. I’d make her so wet that she’d be primed to accept my solid
thick cock without complaint. Once she was crying with pleasure and
begging to me to take her, I’d sink into her and make love to her
until she pleaded with me to fill her with my hot salty come.
Make love to her? Something didn’t sound right with that. I didn’t make love, I
fucked. Roughly.
I groaned as I opened my eyes
and realised I was in bed, alone, dreaming. That damn girl wouldn’t
even leave me in peace when I was asleep. Since the second I’d
spotted her I could think of nothing else, I wanted nothing else.
Now it was time I did something about it. I was actually meeting
her in less than four hours, and the only thing I knew for certain
was that I’d stop at nothing until I made her mine.
Eleven Years Ago
I was having
the best day ever. It was Christmas Eve and I was sitting on the
sofa with Mum and my brother or sister in her big, round tummy. She
had her arm around me as she read me a story. She smelled of
cinnamon and spice, as she’d been baking all day, preparing cake
and mince pies for lunch for tomorrow. I couldn’t wait, I was so
excited. I loved Christmas, especially when it snowed, like it had
for the last couple of days.
We’d spent ages in the kitchen
that morning. She’d kept getting flour all over her cheeks and I’d
giggled every time she touched the tip of my nose
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