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“Mm…yum…I’ve been patient for this,” he murmured, touching the wet fabric of her black lace panties. “Jesus, what are you thinking about, Sweets?” he prodded, slithering one finger under the wet fabric. “What’s got you so fucking wet?”
She threw her head back. “Oh please, you know,” she hissed, rolling her eyes.
“I do…yes, but I’d enjoy you repeating how the thought of my cock inside you makes your pussy gush.” He found her hole, popping one finger into her wet heat, her pelvis thrusting forward, meeting his penetration.
Her hands found the ridge of his hard cock, stroking it before unbuttoning then unzipping his jeans. “Please?”
“Fuck,” he growled into her ear, pushing another finger into her hole. “Please, what?”
A loud cry burst from her mouth as she thrust her pelvis forward again. “Please fuck me here,” she urged, her hand rubbing the surface of the white sandstone.
He kept working her pussy, two fingers sliding in deep then shallow while his thumb stroked her engorged clit. “Right here?” His hand went to the island. “I was prepared for romance, but if you wanna get fucked right here…” He could feel his cockagreeing with her, throbbing against his briefs, begging to be freed, ready to thrust into her wet, desperately needy pussy.
“Please, yes, oh God.” Her voice was so urgent that he forgot about the thirty candles placed throughout his room, the rose petals shaped into a heart on his bed—how he was going to make this special—how she’d said she had pictured. In their urgency, his quest for ‘special’ evaporated from his brain. His cock wasn’t going to wait patiently as he lit candles and gently laid her on a bed of rose petals like they were in some kind of lovey-dovey Hallmark movie. Hell no! His demanding cock wanted to be in her wet hole on the island immediately.
His fingers popped out of her, soaked with her juices. “No, no...” she pleaded just as his hands were pulling her trench from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He cupped her ass as he hoisted her up on the island in one swift stout move, resting her bottom on the edge of the white soapstone. He spread her knees apart as she lay back on her elbows, the straps of her teddy falling down her shoulders, exposing the top of her tits. The visual of her lying there open to him, along with his eagerness to feel her naked, made his balls pinch. He leaned down, his face between her legs. “Sweets, are we good? I mean, no condom?”
“No, no condom, please just…you’re killing me.” Her tone was rushed. “Please,” she whispered as he pulled the wet strip of lace to the side. His face lowered between her legs as his tongue slurped her outer lips before diving into her hole. “Oh God, oh God, I’m…” she screamed, her body arching.
He used one hand to steady her twisting hips as the other aggressively pushed down his briefs, letting them join his scrunched-up jeans just above his knees, his mouth absorbing the moisture squirting from her convulsing pussy. Then he stood between her legs, holding his hard shaft, his other hand on the small of her back pulling her closer, moving her hips just to the edge. He yanked the strip of lace, feeling it give in his fist,tearing, making room for his cock. He took control, piercing her slit, relishing her loud feral cries. Pulling herself up with her hands wrapped around his shoulder, she yanked him in deeper. He started pumping slowly when his cock bumped into a wall of flesh. “Open up, Sweets, let your knees fall open more.” His tone was instructional and soothing. She winced at the pressure of his penis cleaving through her insides. Finally, her internal flesh relented, the rawness of her hunger taking over, spurring his cock on. His strokes became fierce, his cock a piston, his balls cramping in pain, demanding release. The feel of her raw, naked insides was almost unbearable. He pushed in farther, jerking inside her. “Damn, girl, you feel so fucking good.”
“It’s so much, so good,” she yelled, “I think I’m…Jake…”
His ass cheeks flexed as he plunged in deeply, then shallow, then deeper. “Fuck, come now.” His words were followed by the clenching of her vaginal walls around his full shaft, her incoherent shrieking, and the feeling of her nails digging into his meaty shoulders—all of it too much, making his cock burst deep inside her as he shouted, “Fuck…yes, fucking love you…fuck.”
Her hands slid off his shoulders as her body slowly dropped back onto the cool, hard surface of the island, her high heels hanging over the edge. Jake braced himself on the stone as his cock softened inside her before slipping out. He stood, lowering his head to her belly, gently scrunching the teddy up to her waist so he could trail pecking kisses around her belly button, her breathing finally starting to slow. He couldn’t remember it ever being this way. With all the women, the countless times he’d had sex, even the kinky times, nothing had felt like this. Nothing made him feel like he was being turned inside out, like some kind of twisted heaven on earth he’d have to pay for with his soul.
Looking at his disheveled black hair, she pinched her eyes closed, staving off the emotional bubble that was expandingwithin her like a balloon being blown up to the point of bursting. She wanted to pull him up to her and say she loved him, too, but there was an endangered part of her that yearned to be protected from the overwhelming feeling of what was happening to her with him.
He felt her fingers winding through his hair as he rested his cheek on her belly. “So much for the romance. Sorry I just couldn’t…”
“Me, either,” she admitted with a soft, hoarse laugh. “This is where you’ll eat every day, right?” she asked, not concealing the mirth in her voice, baiting him.
“Uh…huh,” he answered. “And yes, darlin’, I know what I’m going to think about every time I sit at this island to eat, drink…hell, every time I look at it.” His voice was scratchy from yelling.
She gently tugged the hair on the sides of his head, and he lifted his eyes to hers. “I wonder what you’ll think about?” she asked coyly, smiling. “Hopefully, my pussy squeezing the hell out of your cock.” She chuckled with a big grin taking over her face, which was partly shrouded by her mussed hair.
With a burst of laughter, he reached for her arms, pulling her to an upright sitting position, then to standing as he said, “Well now, that pretty much sums up what I’ll be thinking.” Pulling his pants and briefs up, he reached over, ripping a couple of paper towels off the roll and handing them to her. “Need these?” His eyes focused between her legs. “There’s a bathroom around the corner, then I’ll give you a tour.”
“Um, yeah, okay,” she whispered reticently, reaching down and removing her heels before finding the bathroom. When she returned, two more glasses of champagne sat waiting on the island, while her coat, shoes, panties, and luggage were gone.
Picking up the glasses, then walking toward the hallway, she called, “Jake…Jake?”
“Just a sec…okay, come here,” he yelled from a room down the hall.
She padded down the hallway in her bare feet, sliding open the barn-style white door with her foot, revealing a large master suite with a silvery-gray brick fireplace and a small indigo-blue velvet loveseat in front of it. There was a large king-sized bed with a headboard of wrought iron made to look like branches of a tree woven together. It was a four-poster bed adorned with a fluffy white comforter, and in the middle of it were red rose petals scattered into the shape of a heart. Flickering candles lined the fireplace mantel, the large pewter dresser across the room, and the end tables on either side of the bed. “Jake?” she whispered, seeing the bathroom door open.
“Ahh…you caught me,” he sighed, opening the door wider. She could see the flickering lights all over the bathroom too. “Just turning on all these candles…didn’t realize it would take so long,” he lamented, reaching toward the champagne she handed to him.
“It’s beautiful, you were doing all this for…well…for our first time,” she admired, tilting her head, smiling.
He smiled back. “Yeah, that whole romantic, special thing, but somebody’s wanton self couldn’t wait,” he teased while turning on another candle.
She stuck out her bottom lip, making an overexaggerated sad face. “How about your virile, lusty self?” she said, pointing at him.
“Virile, that’s smart girl for ‘stud,’ right? I’ll take it. Anything else you want to sling at me?” Cocking his head, he challenged her.
“Mm…hmm, horny, dirty…” she said, biting her lip. “Bossy, domineering…”
