Authors: Lily Evans
His hands settle at my waist to steady me as I reach up with both hands and plant them right over his rounded
pecs, caressing them, relishing the feel of the heated steel scraping against my palms. I stroke over his nipples and gently pull on one of the rings, his breath hissing through his teeth.
I glance up, my bottom lip captured between my teeth, my eyes worried, my brows high upon my forehead. “Did I hurt you?”
“Far from it.” He grins and it’s the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. “Put your mouth on me, sweetheart.”
I do. Leaning forward I balance myself on his chest and suck one of his erect nipples deep into my mouth. I play with the ring and ball with the tip of my tongue and giggle at the novelty. I’ve never been with a man who had piercings anywhere but in his ears.
“Shit, I should have shown you these a long time ago.” He chuckles.
“Hmm…” Is all I manage as I take the ring between my teeth and tug again, feeling the muscles in his chest jump beneath my palms, my tongue flicking over his flesh and savoring his saltiness. His flavor, his piercing, his immense sexuality turns me on. I feel naughty sitting on his desk and tugging on his piercings. I feel naughty as my flushed folds wet his desk underneath my writhing hips.
“I’ve been aching for your touch for months and months, Hailie.” He all but growls and my belly melts.
I look up through my lashes and with a strangled curse he pulls me off the desk, his hands at my waist until I’m steady on my feet.
I lean against his big, delicious body. “God, you’re so big.”
He leans in and growls, “Better to fuck you, my dear.” His lips curl in a devilish grin, his teeth wide and he makes a biting motion with his jaw, snapping his teeth together loudly.
My eyes widen at his reference to the ginormous cock between his powerful legs, arousal hums in my blood as my eyes trace over the engorged veins that run up the underside.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees.” His eyes glitter.
A wave of heat rushes through me at his words. “Kneel?” I manage with only a slight quiver to my voice. Glancing down between his wide-spread thighs to see his T-shirt spread out between his feet, my gaze slowly rising from the floor to eye level, a blush spreads across my face at his boldness.
He
leans back in his chair; his gaze hot on my face as if he has all the time in the world, the twinkle in his eyes unmistakable. “How else is that pretty little mouth going to get wrapped around my big dick?” His hand glides up and down his rock-hard stalk some more.
My cheeks grow even hotter. “I…”
Before I can finish, he leans forward and grabs me around my waist, dragging me close. The heat of his mouth surrounds my right nipple. His tongue is merciless as it lashes across the sensitive peak. Cupping my other breast in his hand he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As he sucks hard on my nipple I can’t help but cry out.
“Now I want to feel your hot, wet tongue doing the same thing with my cock.” His velvety voice rumbles through me and tingles follow the same path down to my dripping pussy.
I don’t need much more of an invitation than that because I want the same thing. I want to feel his cock deep in my throat. Dropping down to my knees, I fist his cock in my hand. It feels huge wrapped in my tiny fist. Leaning forward, I immediately shove his thick piece of hard flesh between my lips, sweeping my tongue across the weeping slit and whirl my tongue on the underside of his cock before scraping over the distended veins with my teeth. I give him a demanding pull with my mouth and he stiffens even more against my tongue. Watching him with half-closed eyes, he’s savoring every moment as he continues watching my mouth stretch to accommodate his massive girth.
With one hand on the side of my face lying gently against my cheek, his thumb slides almost absently against the corner of my mouth. “God, you look so
fuckin’ hot with your lips stretched and swollen and your cheeks all pink.” He growls deep in his throat as he presses into my mouth with a low groan, filling it to the brim with his cock. I gently eat at him, my tongue swirls around the head of his dick, lavishing attention, lapping up the salty flavor that continues to seep from his body.
“
That’s right, Hailie. Suck me deep.”
The want coursing through me
makes my limbs feel heavy and my head feel light. My pussy clenches, aches, swelling even more even though I have already come twice. And come hard at that. The cream from my body flows freely once again, saturating my thighs, dripping onto the T-shirt that I’m kneeling upon. I spread my legs wider, my knees bumping against his feet.
I
soften my throat as he forces his way deeper, my nostrils flaring. His hips pump, his heavy balls hit my chin as his cock bumps the back of my throat and I groan.
“Heaven help me,” he mutters on a growl.
One hand tangles in my hair as he feeds me his length and I open, swallow, breathing through my nose to take all of him deep. I look up and watch as he throws his head back, his throat working as he swallows hard, gritting his teeth, taking in shallow panting breaths.
Just as I relax my jaw to take him further his hand fists in my hair, jerking my head
away from his cock and I let him slide out of my mouth.
“You’re done?” I ask between panting breaths.
“Yep.” He looks down into my eyes.
I eye his still hard as a rock cock and retort, “Are you sure?” My voice trembles.
“Positive.” He grips the stalk of his cock in a firm grasp to hold off his imminent explosion. “I want to come inside you.” His grin turns into a grimace. “I’m dying to feel your pussy clamping around me.”
He runs the back of his fingers down my jaw, his thumb skimming over my swollen lips and I don’t think his eyes can get much darker. His deep voice hoarse. “Next time I fuck that pretty little mouth I’ll come down your throat, but not tonight.” His hand lightly surrounds my throat, his thumb rubbing up and down the front as I swallow and I know he’s thinking of his come following that same path.
I whimper, my hips roll, my buttocks clench as I imagine him shooting down my throat and the salty flavor coating my tongue. It surprises me how that image turns me on. My clit throbs even though I’ve already come now more than once, my labia wet and swollen, and a gush of liquid rushes out of me.
“Now stand up, turn around
, and bend over with your palms flat on the desk.”
I turn around and place my palms flat on the desk and glance over my shoulder to see his bottom lip caught
between his teeth and his nostrils flaring.
I gasp as he kicks my feet apart just like I’ve seen cops do on TV. “Hey,” I drag out looking over my shoulder.
“Spread ‘em.” He winks at me and when I hesitate his brow lifts as if to say,
Umm…I’m not kidding
. He slaps my ass. The burn makes me wiggle as uncontrollable streaks of ecstasy shoot straight to my clit again.
“Foster!”
“Hailie!”
he mocks
.
“I’m not going to last long,” he grumbles. “So don’t make me wait.”
I whimper again.
“That’s right, darlin’, make those sweet noises for me.” He traces the curve of my back and curls his fingers around the cheeks of my ass, pulling me back against his rock-hard erection.
His hand thrusts between my legs delving between my swollen folds and pets my puffy flesh with his rough fingertips. “God, you are fuckin’ sopping wet.” With a press against my pussy’s very wet opening before his finger enters me again, slowly adding a second, I let out a sigh.
His hard body nestles against my backside. One arm between my legs and the other arm curled around my waist with his firm hand cupping my breast. His erection slides along the cleft between my cheeks. I gasp as his fingers swirl over my nipple, teasing it to a firm peak.
The next thing I know his hand is between my shoulder blades pressing me flat against the desk and his big cock is sliding inside me, stretching me open, filling me up, making me moan and cry out with the overwhelming sensation. “Fuck me hard, Foster.”
“Some of the sweetest words I’ve ever heard,
babe,” he responds rough. He fucks me hard, slamming his thick, length into me. His thrusts firm, the friction sheer perfection. He pulls back and thrusts into me again and again. My pussy clamps down on his cock. He doesn’t stop; he’s relentless as he shoves his full length deep inside.
He curves over me, h
is hard body unyielding against the length of my back, his lips pressing into the curve at the base of my spine. With each thrust my sweat covered breasts slide over the desk pushing me further up on my toes even with my obscenely high heels still on my feet. His mouth runs along my back, dropping wet, gentle kisses along the way, a decided contrast from his rough thrusts.
His strong arm pulls me up, my back is now even with his chest. One hand palms my breast and plays with my rigid nipple, the other wraps around my hips playing with my clit until another orgasm thunders through me
with a force that is out of this world crazy. My head falls forward and everything inside me releases as pleasure succeeds in washing away everything but him.
Foster’s strangled groan vibrates against my spine as he grips my hips and holds himself
still for a beat
, p
ressing
against me flooding my pussy with his come. His breathing is hard. Fitting his body to mine, he wraps his arm around my middle and pulls me up tight against him, with his face in the curve of my neck; his breath comes in hot rapid puffs against my flesh.
“
Hailie,” he whispers softly near my ear after a little time as past, his body still heavy against mine, my body glowing with residual pleasure.
S
lowly I begin floating back into reality.
He moves away and sits me on the edge of the desk.
I watch drowsily as he pulls up his jeans, zipped, but unbuttoned. He lifts me gently from where I sit limp and gathers me into his arms. He sits back with me pressed against his chest and cups my face, framing it with his big hands. He leans in and takes my mouth. I can’t help but melt into him under his onslaught. His tongue plunges, demanding my response and I can’t fight him.
***
I’ve been useless all day long. I had a long list of things to get done and none of them happened. Clean house, not on your life. Laundry, I snort. Dishes, the only thing that made it is my favorite coffee cup and that’s only because I wanted to use it.
Yep, definitely useless.
There’s only one thing on my mind today. Foster. So here I am early at the bar knocking on his office door.
He calls through the door, “Come.”
All I can think is how apropos. I turn the knob and stand in the doorway, the atmosphere in the room charged as he looks up with a pleased smile that spreads across his lips. He crooks his finger at me and smiles.
I shut the door behind me leaning against the back of the door.
My eyes don’t leave his. My breasts rise and fall in anticipation of what he can do to me. He’s already proven that.
He crooks his finger again as he pushes up from his chair.
I walk up to him, catching a hold of the front of his usual tight fitting black T-shirt; I pull him down to my level and give him a big kiss.
Greetings from the Beach!
To start off, my name is Lily Evans and I’m currently living in Destin, Florida. If I’m not lying on the beach or getting into some sort of trouble, I enjoy sitting back with a glass of wine and writing
saucy stories.
Do I write all fiction? Well, to be on the safe side I would say that they are all inspired by things I have either heard, seen, or have firsthand knowledge. Just to keep things interesting, I also enjoy writing about my own personal fantasy’s as well… I mean, who doesn’t have fantasies right? I hope you have a wonderful year and that all your fantasies come true as well!!!
If you would like, you can contact me at [email protected]