“Yes.” She said more clearly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to f**k me.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you to f**k me.”
“Again.”
“I want you to f**k me!” she screamed.
Alex brought his other hand up to the neckline of her dress. He yanked downward, ripping the material. Buttons popped off. The dress separated, exposing her lace-clad br**sts. He growled low in his throat as he moved his hand over them. He grabbed the lace cup and yanked it down, freeing one pert breast. Anisa groaned lowly as he pinched and pulled on her pebbled nipple.
Alex couldn’t control himself. He bent down and feasted on her flesh, sucking hard on her nipple. He yanked the other cup down and moved his mouth over to suckle the other nipple. He rolled it between his teeth, then bit down.
* * * *
Anisa gasped and writhed in his arms. He wanted to hear her scream. He wanted her to beg him to end her torment. To end the exquisite suffering she endured under his touch.
He yanked the dress down more, ripping it to the hem. She was now quivering before him in only her black lace panties. Her sun-kissed skin glowed in contrast. He pushed her onto the table, unable to rein in his raging lust.
He had thought of nothing but her since their first meeting. He had left her shop and gone on to the station to start a report and conduct the investigation.
But he couldn’t think. He couldn’t concentrate. Every time he tried to type information into the computer, his fingers cramped up, and his vision blurred.
Behind his eyes, he could only see Anisa’s face. Her voice invaded his eyes. Her smell assaulted his nose.
His head pounded with an intense throb, as did his loins. Thankfully, he noticed the hardon he sported before he got up from his desk at the station.
Ted noticed his reactions. He suggested to Alex to get some air. Go for a walk and clear his head. Alex thought that was solid advice. He set out to walk around the block, but ended up walking four blocks to Anisa’s shop. He sat across the street on a park bench and watched the store. It wasn’t until he looked down at his watch and realized two hours had passed that he knew he was in trouble. He phoned the station and told them he was going home.
At home, was no different. Cold showers and mindless TV could not erase Anisa’s image. Her golden silhouette was engraved in his mind. Her musky scent seeped into the pores of his skin. He did everything he could think of to exorcise her from his mind. He ate, he drank, he smoked, and he masturbated till his hand cramped. Nothing helped.
He could not escape her. He was trapped.
He then thought the only way to rid her from him was to give in. To slake his lust and ravage her.
Maybe then he could take back his mind, his sanity.
But as he looked down at her spread out on the table, her eyes dark with desire, her skin glowing, and the flimsy triangle of fabric covering her sex, he was not so sure he would ever escape. Nor wanted to.
Alex rubbed his hands over her taut belly to the swatch of lace between her legs. Without a word, he slipped his fingers underneath them and yanked, snapping the thin elastic band. He brought the black lace up to his nose and breathed in her exotic scent.
He thought she smelled like cinnamon.
With a growl, he tossed the g-string over his shoulder and leered down at her exposed sex. A thin, red angry mark bisected her hipbone where he had snapped off her panties. He traced his finger along the line.
Anisa hissed through her teeth as he pressed on it.
He watched her face as he traced a line down to her na**d sex. She was completely shaved except for a small tuft of golden hair on her mound. He twirled his finger in the hair, then trailed it down, splitting her in half.
She moaned and closed her eyes as he stroked her slowly with his fingers. She was like liquefied satin under his touch. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. Cinnamon. She tasted like homemade apple pie, and was just as warm and gooey.
“Damn it, woman! You taste so good.”
Alex grabbed her legs and bent them, pushing them up and apart so she was completely open and displayed to him. He gazed down at her dark pink, glistening sex and thought he’d go mad for want of her. He bent down and buried his face in her. He licked her slit from cl*t to anus, then back up again.
He did it repeatedly until he heard small whimpers from between her lips.
He glanced up at her and saw that she moved her head side to side in throes of ecstasy and was massaging her own br**sts, pulling her ni**les taut.
He grinned to himself and went back to lapping at her cunt, swirling his tongue over her swollen clit.
* * * *
Anisa’s muscles pulled tight in her legs and belly. She could feel the powerful orgasm building deep in her cunt. The man was doing incredible things to her sex with just his tongue. She could feel him probe deep into her, sucking on her juices. If he sucked on her cl*t like that, she knew she would explode into a thousand glorious pieces.
She grabbed onto his head and pushed him up toward her aching nub. She needed release. She would go mad without it. She was losing her breath and her mind while teetering so dangerously on the edge. She needed to plunge into the velvet depths below.
Alex pushed her hand away and sat up, looking smugly at her. “Beg me.” He grinned, his lips slick and shiny with her lust. “Beg me to make you come.”
Anisa groaned as his words inflamed her more. His control over her was delicious torture.
“Please, make me come, Alex,” she panted.
“How? What should I do to you, dirty witch? Tell me in detail what you want.”
Alex continued to hold her legs up and apart. He pulled her closer to the edge of the table and stepped into her. He moved his h*ps and ground his denim-clad erection into her aching cunt.
Anisa cried out as the rigid material scraped the sensitive flesh of her sex. If he would grind harder, she would find her release. She pushed down into him, rubbing herself on him.
Alex chuckled and backed up. “No, you will not have it 'til you tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me.”
“Not good enough. Tell me more.” He brought a hand down to her cunt. He flicked his finger over her clit.
Anisa bowed her back and moaned loudly.
“Like this?”
“Ah, yes. More.”
“More what?”
“Touch my clit.”
“And?” He flicked it again.
“Rub it. Pinch it. Pull it,” she panted.
Alex pressed his thumb against the swollen purple nub and rubbed it around in circles. “Like this.”
“Yes, harder.”
He pressed down hard and rubbed faster. “Like this.”
Anisa could barely talk as jolts of pleasure surged through her cunt and over her body. “Y-y-yes.”
Alex pinched her cl*t between his finger and thumb and pulled sharply on it. Anisa cried out as her orgasm pounded into her belly and radiated up and out to her extremities. Her muscles contracted and quivered as waves of pleasure crashed over her and threatened to drown her under their sublime grip.
She kicked out, forcing Alex to back up. But he still held on to her clit, rubbing and jiggling it, pulling more from her. More than she’d ever given to any man.
“Ah, no more,” she panted. “No more.”
Alex relinquished his hold on her clit, and gazed down at her, his eyes dark and slitted with desire.
“You’re f**king beautiful when you come.”
Anisa could finally feel the ripples of orgasm quieting. She relaxed her body and took in a deep breath.
“I want to see that look again and again.”
Alex unzipped the fly on his jeans and released the erection that must have been painfully constricted inside. Anisa gasped at the size of him. He was wide and long, like the rest of his body. She’d never been with a man so endowed. Her eyes went wide with expectation.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit.” He stroked a hand over himself, squeezing the end where a droplet of come dribbled from the tip. He gathered the lust on his fingers and brought his hand to her lips.
Anisa opened her mouth and let him rub his come over her lips. She stuck out her tongue and tasted him, eagerly licking at his fingers.
He groaned low as he watched her, restraint deeply etched on his face.
“However much I would like you to suck me, I want to f**k you more.”
He moved his c*ck to her sex, rubbing the head up and down her slick slit. He settled the tip into the entrance of her cunt. He pushed a little, then pulled back.
“Grab your legs. Spread yourself as wide as you can. I want to see my c*ck go all the way in.”
Anisa could do no more than obey. His words, his energies, commanded her. Her surrender was complete. He could do what he wanted with her. She could not stop him. Her aura had opened up and accepted his. It swirled around them, intermingled, converged into a powerful sensual energy that would not be denied.
She hooked her hands around her knees and pulled her legs back and apart. Her knees touched her br**sts. She could feel herself stretch wide and open.
Lust dribbled down the crack of her ass. She’d never felt so wanton, so violently lusty. It was if her cunt had taken on its own personality, demanding satisfaction at all costs to its owner sanity.
Alex gripped his c*ck in one hand and gently touched her cl*t with the other. She bolted a little, as she was still sensitive. But soon the pain crossed over to pleasure and she felt herself go lax as he pushed his penis into her slowly, stopping every so often to catch his breath.
Anisa felt her sex stretch glorious inch by glorious inch to accommodate him. Soon the entire length of him was buried deep inside. She was afraid to move as another orgasm quickened deep within her belly.
She feared she would not be able to control the descent down if she let go. No one had ever made her feel this vulnerable, this open.
Alex pressed his thumb down on her cl*t as he began to move. He slid his c*ck out and back in slowly. He clenched his teeth and groaned. Anisa knew he struggled with his control. She could plainly see it on his sweating face, the quivering muscles of his forearms as he held her down, and in his dilated eyes.