I take him to the back of my throat, feeling triumphant that my gag reflex doesn't stop me from swallowing him whole. The more he moans and praises, the bolder I become. One of my hands fondles his balls while the other snakes its way around him to grab one of his ass cheeks and push him further inside my mouth. As I suck and lick, the sensation of power becomes the most delicious aphrodisiac I've ever experienced.
It's only when I close my eyes that James stops my advances.
"Enough," he growls, pulling me by the hair.
I lick my lips, his essence still lingering on him.
"Did I do something wrong?"
He shakes his head, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip.
"No, sweetheart. You had a taste, and now it's only fair that I have mine too."
I swallow dryly as I watch him go to his haunches. He unzips each of my boots, kissing the ankle before pulling them off my feet. My heart rate picks up speed when he widens my legs and starts kissing his way up my thighs.
"Eyes on me," he repeats.
I fall back on the bed but keep my torso up by my elbows, so I don't miss a single moment. James pushes my skirt up to my waist and smiles when he finds me wet and willing. I'm so fucking turned on it's a wonder I can keep still. When he rips my panties at their side, I can't help the little shriek of excitement that leaves me. My heart flips when he winks at me just before his tongue takes one giant lick from back to clit.
"Argh!" I whimper when he flattens his tongue and begins to play with my clit.
I'm a burning inferno of need with each stroke of the tongue. I haven't been touched like this in so long that I've forgotten how good it feels. Although I'm not sure anyone has ever truly eaten my pussy like James is doing now. The way he hungrily bites, licks, and kisses my sensitives folds has me quivering in the bed, arching my hips so that he can give me more of this sweet torture. He groans insatiably, like a man given his last meal on earth.
"Oh my God!" I wail, my eyes rolling back into my head when he thrusts two of his digits deep inside me.
James doesn't play around as he forcefully fucks me with his fingers, his tongue sucking my clit. Before I know what's happening, my body begins to shake and convulse. I'm falling off the precipice, my body lifting off the bed, shouting out his name and white light blinds my vision. Once I've cum, James stands up to his feet, sucking my juices off his fingers. I try to slow down my heartbeat at the sight, but it's no use when I see his hard cock bobbing away at his navel, ready to claim its prize.
"I don't have a condom," I blurt out and inwardly slap my forehead for saying something so stupid.
"That's okay. I do," he confirms with a cocky grin, taking a condom from his pocket. "Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?" he teases me.
But to both his surprise and mine, I rise to the challenge. I lift off the bed on shaky limbs, grab the condom out of his hand, and rip the foil with my bare teeth. We're both face to face, breathing hard as I hold the base of his cock with one hand while sheathing it with the other.
"I really need to fuck you right now, Nicole," he whispers, his palm cradling my cheek. "Are you okay with that?"
I nod because I've never been more okay with anything in my whole life. We both drop onto the bed, my timid demeanor disappearing when my mouth crashes onto his needing his ardent kiss more than I need my next breath. I sigh in relief when his body looms on top of mine, his weight crushing me into the mattress.
"James," I whisper in between fervent kisses, aching to have him inside me.
He pulls away just long enough to look me in the eyes. I'm starting to realize that James needs that connection just as much as he needs to own my body. He widens my legs and wraps them around his waist, so his cock is right at my entrance. His hard shaft rubs at my aching pussy, threatening to make me lose my mind if he doesn't quit with the foreplay and take me already.
"Put me inside you," he demands, his hand latched onto my throat.
I don't hesitate and do just as he says, grabbing his cock until it's at my core. Without warning, I take him deep inside me, and God, it's more perfect than I could have ever imagined.
"Oh, my God," I whimper when he begins thrusting deep inside me.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his eyes slanting in pain.
"Don't stop," I demand, my nails sinking into his back as he pounds into me like he wants to split me in two.
Fuck!" he growls, sinking his teeth into my shoulder while repeatedly hitting that one spot inside me that has me thrashing from under him.
"James!" I yell, coming undone for the second time tonight.
I cum long and hard, succeeding in tipping him over the edge too. We both ride the high of our orgasms, James planting open kisses on my neck and my cheeks until his lips finally fall onto mine. I let his kiss consume me, dominate and own me in every way.
When we break apart, we stay silent, just staring into each other's eyes. This man is sin incarnate, but it's the genuine soft smiles he throws at me that pierces through my heart. Sex has never been this easy for me. I always overthink every little thing I do, so cumming like this so easily and quickly has taken me by surprise.
That familiarity of feeling safe in his arms assaults me once more. It's almost as if he knows exactly which buttons to push on my body to get me to where I need to go. Like he's done it a million times before.
"Now, how about we do this with no clothes on this time?" He chuckles, pulling me out of my pensive thoughts.
"You won't hear any complaints from me," I reply with a heady taint to my voice.
"Good. Because we have all night, and I'm going to take advantage of every second."
"Then I guess you better get started."
And God help me, he does.
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When I wake up, my whole body purrs with satisfaction. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that sex could be so mind-blowing. I turn to the side and pout when I realize I'm all alone in James' enormous bed. I don't hear the shower running in his bathroom, nor any evidence of him anywhere. If every limb in my body weren't sated and completely satisfied, I'd swear last night had been a dream.
But it happened.
The proof of that is me waking up in his room, James' manly scent still on his sheets and my skin. I stretch contently, wondering when my devilish lover will return when my happiness is dampened with the sound of my phone ringing. The ringtone is one I know all too well. My baby sister is probably ringing me up to demand to know where I am. Real-life is calling and breaking the spell of the wonderful erotic night I had, pulling me in its clutches and telling me that last night was just a reprieve from my current pathetic existence.
Knowing that I can't wait any longer, I get out of bed, run to the bathroom to get a two-minute shower in, and get dressed in last night's clothes. Minus, of course, my ripped-up panties. When I get out, the pit of my stomach sinks when I see that James hasn't returned yet.
Maybe this is his way of telling me I should leave, not wanting to have the dreadful next morning talk. And here I thought that last night was as special for him as it was for me.
A relentless tidal wave of shame and embarrassment hits me hard, my eyes beginning to sting with this new rejection. Somehow it feels as if James' coldness hurts me more than Valerie and Knox's betrayal ever did.