Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica by Maria Isabel Pita Page B

this intensely intimate caress all
day, and it’s just how she remembered it, terrible and wonderful
all at once. He rests his powerful erection in her mouth for a long
moment while she breathes through her nose, already dying to get
this over with, and yet also savoring the coming ordeal. Then he
braces himself on the steering wheel while his other hand pulls her
back up by the hair slowly as she keeps her lips wrapped tightly
around him. Like Jay, he takes full control of her movements, and
she doesn’t know why this makes the experience so much more
exciting. Yet after a while it begins to hurt how wide open she has
to hold her mouth to keep her teeth safely out of his way, so that
she feels herself grimacing. There doesn’t seem to be any need for
the skin stretched painfully taut between her cheeks and her jaw,
because all he wants as he moves her face up and down around his
shaft is the worm of her tongue.
    He fucks her mouth fast and hard, and his
complete disregard for her feelings, the fact that she is nothing
to him now except a warm, wet hole in the darkness turns her on in
an intensely morbid way. She is a dangerous hole because she can
hurt him if she wants to, and his faith in her complete devotion to
his penis also arouses her in a way she can’t explain. The truth is
that the more selfishly he uses her, the less it bothers her how
stiff and uncomfortable her own body is. A small eternity passes
before she feels him reaching his peak, and her breathless moans
merge with his as he pulses and swells to impossible dimensions in
the small space of her mouth. Finally she can’t help it, her teeth
graze him.
    ‘Oh, fuck, yeah!’ Shoving her face down into his
lap he shoots his spunk straight down her throat, wave after wave
of it that almost literally drowns her in him. She has no choice
but to swallow even as she fervently wishes it were Jay’s milk she
was drinking. At last he lets go of her hair, and she winces,
because the roots ache from where he kept pulling on them. She
wipes her mouth and cheeks with the end of his shirt, and then
slides away from him on the seat as she sits up. Her hands are all
sticky, and she feels a little sick.
    He manages to zip up his jeans. ‘Jesus,’ he
sighs.

Chapter Five

    Carmen has a hard time falling asleep.
    It bothers her that she hasn’t heard from Jay.
He could have found a moment to call her. He should have called
her. The fact that his father is dying is no excuse.
    Her bedroom door is wide open, and making her
nervous. She likes to sleep with it closed and locked, another
barrier between her and the outside world. The crime rate in her
neighborhood is so low she never really worries about theft, but
she feels more vulnerable lately.
    Tonight what she is afraid of is that she will
never see Jay again. A deeper part of her, however, is sure she
will. There are many reasons for her self-confidence, too many for
her to analyze as she lies daydreaming while trying to fall asleep.
She keeps remembering what he said to her at the restaurant:
‘You’re beautiful all the way through.’
    She had never thought of herself as being easy.
She had never imagined fucking more than one man at a time. She
would never have believed it would feel so good up the ass, or that
it would turn her on so much to be slapped and spanked.
    She never would have known there was still so
much uncharted territory inside her. Before Jay, her sexual
experiences had all been as predictable as seafaring voyages before
Columbus. Now the exotic place on the sexual map called Bondage and
Domination, which she heretofore pictured as a beastly realm she
would never want to fall into, has become a part of her sensuality
she can’t wait to explore. Already under Jay’s navigation her
erotic tastes are becoming more well rounded than she could ever
have imagined.
    How much she enjoyed going down on Will tonight
amazes her. She has to admit that she really likes Will. He is
honest, straightforward, and