Shattered: by Janet Nissenson

you’d lose your shirt. That saying about a face being an open book – honey, I can read every single word on yours clear as a bell right now.”
    Angela’s brain felt like mush, her vocal cords seemingly paralyzed, and she could only stare – and keep on staring – at the sight of his splendidly nude body. Especially the intimidatingly huge length and girth of his fully aroused cock. The thick, dark red tip seemed to throb with a life of its own, and she swallowed with a great deal of difficulty as she tried valiantly to imagine how she could possibly take all of him inside her body at once.
    “We’re going to fit together perfectly, Angel,” he assured her confidently, as though he’d just read her mind. “Even with that tight little cunt of yours, you’ll take all of me, won’t you?”
    Her big, dark eyes were transfixed as he removed what looked at first glance to be half a dozen or so foil packets from his suit jacket. “I – I’ll try,” she promised faintly as he rolled one of the condoms over his pulsing cock.
    He sat down on the bed, gripping her chin between his long fingers as he tipped her head back. His eyes were gleaming, his mouth unsmiling. “You’ll do it, Angel. I knew the minute I saw you that you were made for this, that your body was made for me . You’re going to take everything I have to give you, and you’re going to fucking love every minute of it.”
    He took her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue possessing her with a ravenous hunger that made it very, very clear who was in charge. She groaned, her head starting to spin dizzily beneath the harsh demand of his mouth, and her arms drifted up of their own volition to wrap around his neck.
    Nick hauled her body further up the bed, until her head butted up against the pillows.
    “No headboard, I see,” he muttered, almost as if to himself. “Something else to work on. Until then, this will have to do.”
    He removed her arms from around his neck and drew them up and over her head, shackling them in place easily with one of his big hands. He then began to trace a slow, deliberate path down her body with his mouth, alternating between delicate, butterfly-like kisses on her eyelids, cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then becoming more aggressive the lower he went. She let out a yelp as he bit down on one of her earlobes before laving the same spot with his tongue. He tore a gasp from her throat as he sucked the side of her neck in a possessive love bite. His tongue licked a bead of sweat from the hollow at the base of her throat before moving in a straight line down between her heaving breasts.
    He lingered over the taut, swollen mounds for a long while – his tongue circling each nipple over and over before sucking it into his mouth. With each long, hard pull of his lips at her breast, she could feel the sensation shimmer all the way down her torso, past her belly, and directly to her womb.
    Nick lifted his mouth, his strong fingers still plucking at one of her fully engorged nipples. “Ever come this way, Angel? Just from having your tits sucked on?”
    “Ahh.” Her upper body bowed off the bed as he twisted one taut peak hard. “No. I didn’t -”
    “Didn’t know that you could have an orgasm that way?” he finished. “It isn’t all that easy, but I think given how damned responsive you are that it will be for you. But we’ll have to try that another time, Angel. Because right now there’s something else I really, really need to do.”
    He released his grip on her wrists, sliding down her body and prying her thighs apart as he did so. Then, as his intent became clear to her, she bucked her hips up in protest.
    “No.” She tried desperately to pull her legs closed but his grip was like a steel bar holding her in place. “Please, don’t. I – I don’t like that.”
    Nick chuckled. “ That ? You mean oral sex, Angel? Having your cunt eaten out, your clit sucked? Tell me why you don’t like it.”
    She shook her