“Baby, London, I could let you fuck yourself on my dick for days. Go faster, let me see those perfect tits bounce.”
I do as he says without hesitation and I speed up my pace, every nerve I have vibrating every time he’s deep inside me. Pushing on my legs I go up higher to make my boobs hop in his face, barely touching his lips.
I can tell you one thing; Zachary Ford is a boob man. Well, he is a pussy man first of all, but boobs are a close second for him. I can tell from the way his eyes follow my nipples and his mouth is watering.
“Is this turning you on, Zach, seeing my tits slap on my chest while I’m taking you all inside?”
He looks up at me, his eyes injected with pleasure and surprise. Yeah, I know, no one would have believed I like dirty talking. Truth is, I didn’t know I did until right now. I never talked while having sex before, but nothing I felt before was so substantial. I knew from day one Zach was made to give satisfaction to a woman so being here, feeling him inside me...I feel like I should take advantage of this. Use him to fulfill each and every one of my fantasies and let him use me. Mutual exchange. Win-win. And right now I want to hear him talking about my tits again.
“Damn, baby! A filthy mouth for such a nice nurse.”
“My mouth is not filthy.”
“I could make it be.”
The rising pressure in me mixed with his words makes me look up at the ceiling and moan my excitement.
“Tell me.” I say between breaths.
Zach takes hold of my hips to help me go more rapidly and leans to lick me. First my right nipple, then my left, then working his way up from my cleavage to my neck. On the path he left, my skin feels like it was touched by fire and ice at the same time. He’s branding the feeling of him on my skin, and I’m afraid the print will stay there for a while.
“I don’t know if you have a sweet spot for dirty words or just want to know in detail how I like my dick sucked. Maybe a little bit of both.”
“Oh, God.”
“Try Again.” He says slaps my ass.
I jerk up and squeak and try again: “Oh, Zach.”
“Better. So, your mouth can be trained after all. You have any idea how many hours I spent thinking about those luxurious lips of yours? How many mornings I woke up imagining your tongue swirling around my dick taking me and sucking me down your throat?”
He says all the right things while hitting all the right spots. It’s overwhelming. It’s too much so I crumble in his lap, the orgasm exploding and spreading all over me. I buck and cry out loud, telling him how good it is and how deep I feel it.
“Motherfucker, that was hot. I need to see it again.” His hips push up, meeting mine and speeding up the tempo. “Give me another one, baby. Let me finish while you still squeeze me with that pretty pussy you have.”
“I can’t.”
“Oh, yes, you will.” He says and pushes my butt up, fixing me on my knees and giving himself space to fuck me from underneath.
In an instant, he switches from steady to frantic, animal movements, slapping his skin and mine at full force. The sharp stinging sensation grows but it’s soon followed by the bundle of pleasure that starts to regroup in my center. Overwhelmed I squeeze my eyes, letting my mouth fall on his forehead feeling a salty taste on my lips.
God, I feel like I’m gonna shatter. Literally break into a million pieces on the floor.
“London, don’t hold it back from me. I know you have it in you, baby. I knew from the beginning that behind that sweet girl there is a vicious woman looking for a good fuck. You have it now, baby, so let me give it to you good. Let yourself fall; I’ll be here to catch you.”
His hand goes between my legs and moves his thumb on my clit fast and precise. Before I have time to fully register what’s happening the second wave of shock hits me and I’m once again falling apart in Zachary’s arms, jerking and screaming, inundated by the warm feeling of the orgasm. This time, after a few more pushes he follows me. Letting out a deep, guttural moan, he grasps me with both hands to hold me down while he releases his seed in me making the post-orgasmic sensation even more pleasurable. I feel full and warm. Satisfied. I feel like I’m his.
He collapses on the couch cushions and I follow, spreading my naked self on his chest. I raise my ass up to let his dick fall out of me and I instantly feel the warm liquid dripping through my folds and onto him. All I can think about is licking him clean, but I’m too drained to put my thoughts into practice.
We stay like this for countless minutes, both taking the time to regroup after this ground-shaking experience. At least for me, it was. My vagina’s still throbbing from the climax and also burns from the forceful takeover. Every pore on my body is opened and exposed, I’m sticky and susceptible, and covered in him all over. Zachary was right - I’m burnt and sore - and it’s all on him.
“Are you ok?” He asks and I feel his eyes on me.
“Mhm, just spent.”
“Good.” His mouth turns into a satisfied smile. “I want you to remember this.” I almost laugh out loud. A brainwash couldn’t make me forget tonight.
He tugs on my hair to get access to me and gives me a fervent kiss. It’s as good as the others, but this time the violence I always feel from him is gone. It looks like we consumed each other .
“Did you drive to work today?”
“No.” Chicago traffic in the peak of the morning is something I like to avoid.
“I see. I’ll call you an Uber.”
...And just like that, I’ve been dismissed.
New year, new me, right? But it’s not a new year, it’s not even a new week. It’s a fucking Wednesday and I feel fan-fucking-tastic.
After running six miles on the treadmill and taking the longest shower in my recent history, I fix myself a cup of coffee and go to the living room. The view I have from my apartment over the lake and the skyline of Chicago is the main reason I chose this place. I like spending a chill night in, reading a good book, and enjoying the lights of the John Hancock Center flickering over the glassy water. Now I have new plans for the space: fucking London against my glass walls until the shape of her tits it’s so obvious, people walking their dogs on The Concrete Beach can see it.
I take the cup to my lips, taking a gulp of coffee and letting the memories from last night flood my mind. The sounds, the touches, the insanely good release, it’s all crystal clear. It’s been years since I let myself get lost in a woman like that. The time I had with her seems broken from reality, isolated from anything and anyone. It’s a bubble of pleasure floating in my past and no one can get in, not my work, not my problems. Not even Isabella’s vindictive memory.
The impact this girl - woman - has on me is fucking conflicting, man. On one hand, I feel like a drug addict craving his next shot, ready to sink into that pussy and let myself be sucked into blissful oblivion. On the other, I feel like I bit the ground and the taste isn’t good. I don’t wanna be addicted, I don’t wanna be mesmerized.
Last night I let her take the ropes, be in control ’cuz I’m not sure she could have taken what I have to give. I know I hurt her either way, I saw the signs of discomfort when she was putting her clothes on and when I helped her get into the cab. That was the time to show the gentleman my mama raised, but I told her I don’t play the attentive lover part, no matter how good the screw. And at the end of the day, London was just that, a phenomenal lay.