Loving Her: Complete Boxset (Siri's Heart #1-12), page 3
"Perfect." I compliment her. "Now tease me," I command again.
She begins to strike sexy poses, showing off her skill. She is a veteran and works her modeling magic as she moves back to me. Hair up, then down. Arms out then in. Legs straight. Hips cocked. Tits hidden, then exposed. Pushed up, then flattened. When she arrives, she throws a lock of hair off her shoulder and licks her tongue across her lips, teasing me with the tip. She drags her manicured nails down the groove in my abs and asks in a sultry voice. "What is your name, Mister Very Big Man?"
I watch the wet, pink tip of her tongue play with her lips and I can almost taste the sweetness of her pink little clit. "Hard." I tell her honestly.
Her laugh is husky, but flirty. "You are Mister, Very Big, Very Hard Man, no?" She drags the tips of her fingers down to my cock and sends shivers down to my balls, making them draw up and tighten. "What is your name, please?"
"Hard-Core." My voice is husky and my tongue touches the corner of my mouth.
She giggles softly, tilting her face up to mine, knowing she is getting to me. "How did you get such a wonderful name?" She pulls her fingertips from the base of my cock to the tip.
Her light touch makes it thump, and my balls begin to fill with semen. I wet my lips, letting my tongue slide across while my hands clench, grabbing empty air so I can keep them out of her hair while she plays this game of tease with me. Her hand wraps itself around my shaft and she slides it to the base, gripping my cock tight. She raises her eyebrows at me, silently beckoning the answer.
"An Army bro."
She looks surprised by my answer, then drops my cock and takes a step back. I almost growl and grab her, but her concerned expression stops me. Her eyebrows meet in the middle, almost forming a unibrow and she looks completely upset. "Army bro? You are gay man?"
The ridiculousness of that makes me laugh out loud. My hands unclench, and reach for her as I say. "Hell no!"
She falls into my arms, giggling, then I hear my southern accent repeated back to me with a thick Italian accent. "Hell no!" She leans back so she can wag her finger at me. "I teased you good, yes?"
I laugh hard again. "Yes. You teased me good."
Her face drops onto my shoulder as she laughs and I feel her shoulders shaking with the silly giggles. When the laughter finally fades away, she kisses my shoulder, and I know she has become aware of my fully hard, very large, erection pressing against her. When she looks up at me, the serious look of lust has fallen over her face. Passionate eyes, no longer boring brown.
I notice a stray strand of her hair stuck in her lipstick as she tells me sweetly. "You are a very beautiful man." I gently pull the strand off, then trace my finger along her lips. The lipstick clings to my skin and pulls her lip taut.
"We need to clean this off first."
Her reaction surprises me. She frowns slightly as she looks away, then she steps back and looks down at my cock. Her bottom lip rolls in and her teeth press down on it. I study her expression, then bend over and pick my briefs up. Taking her back into my arms, pressing her body tight against my erection, I hug it firmly between us, and put my fingers under her chin to lift her face to mine.
“I like my women natural," I whisper softly as I clean the lipstick off her lips with my briefs. "I didn’t mean a blowjob, Hun."
Sheer relief falls on her face, and it makes me chuckle.
Some women just don’t like to give head.
Six
My phone vibrates and a groan escapes my lips, as I open my eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling. Only a handful of people have this phone number, so I know it’s important and I need to at least see who is trying to contact me. The device moves on the nightstand again. "Ugh." I rub my face, taking a few seconds to clear the cobwebs.
I hear the even breathing of the woman lying next to me. Her softly exhaled breath confirms she is in a state of deep, peaceful, satisfied sleep. Glancing at her blissful expression, I gently pull my arm out from under the pillow, trying not to disturb her. She doesn’t twitch and that fact makes me smirk. She called my name last night and didn’t even know it. I chuckle softly.
I started off sliding my cock in slow and steady. Letting her get used to the size, as I reached around and played with her tits. When I turned up my fucking intensity, I also placed my fingers on top of her clit. Both of my hands and all my fingers working her erogenous zones, lightly tickling them. Pinching her nipple as I crushed her clit with each forward pump, then with each withdrawal returning to my dual massage. Typically, this technique, along with my sheer cock size gives an immediate orgasm, but this girl didn’t give me any signs of a growing need to cum, much less an explosion. Having fucked a lot of women, I know not all of them can have orgasms. Some have physical issues that prevent it, poor souls. I was a tad disappointed because she was fun up till now and a nice distraction. But if she was one of those unfortunate women with a dead pussy, there was no point in trying to please her. No man can fuck life into a lost cause, so I set about satisfying my own needs. When she screamed at the top of her lungs, it broke my fucking trance and I was terrified my distracted hammering had been too hard. I threw her forward onto the bed, yanking my cock out and knelt frozen over her, watching her writhe.
She lifted her face off the bed and cut her eyes back at me, then sucked air in. "Per favore." Her voice sounded desperate.
"It’s ok. It’s ok."
She screamed. "Uuuuhhhh!" As she dropped her head and panted loud. Her breath labored.
I scanned her body, but there weren’t any obvious signs that she was injured, but then again there wouldn’t be, so I asked her. "Are you ok?"
"Uuuuhhhh!" She didn’t answer. She shook her head violently from side to side, then beat the bed with her fist.
I leaned over to comfort her. My semi-erect cock slid harmlessly between her thighs. My lips touched the skin of her shoulder. My hips brushed her exposed ass. My touch made her scream again.
"Per favore." She reached between my legs, and smacked my cock. It wedged in a crevice, making her squirm. I gripped her hips holding her still, not wanting to hurt her again. She grunted and grabbed my balls. "Ooooooo. Ooooooo. Ooooooo." I panicked, knowing she could do real harm to me. I grabbed a hand full of her dark hair and yanked her head back. Her grip tightened like a vice.
With a voice, as cold as steel, I told her. "Drop 'em."
She let go immediately and as soon as my jewels were free, my assets retreated out of reach. Pushing her still writhing body face down on the bed, I laid on her. Pinning her down letting the full weight of my body control her, I used her hair to turn her face to mine so I could stare into her eyes. I was astonished at the look of sheer desperation that stared back at me.
"Tell me what is wrong!" I commanded her.
She spat in my face, pushing garbled words out. "Continua ad andare. Per favore. Di Più! Di Più!"
I chuckled, relieved. "I thought.... No.... Never mind."
Her reaction to my words caught me off guard. She let out a string of muffled cuss words, then she buried her face in the covers and started to shake. "No? Ugh!" Then more cussing.
I kissed her shoulder and stroked her hair. "Shush now. Shush. Calm down. I’m going to give you what you want.”
She froze and lifted her head to stare at me. I smiled. "Let me know when you are ready to continue. I’m going to give you the fucking of a lifetime."
"Continua ad andare? Per favore? Di Più?" Her eyes were big as saucers.
I laughed. "Yes, Ma’am. I can fuck all night."
She pushed up on her elbows and her eyes hunted my cock. When they rested on it, a grin broke out on her face. She rolled her eyes and collapsed on the bed, thanking the gods that I had not had a premature ejaculation.
I grabbed the extra pillows, tossed them to the foot of the bed, then picked her up and walked around to the footboard. I gave her lips a quick kiss, then turned her to face the bed. Next, I took the pillows and stuffed them between her hips and the footboard, pushed her over them and stepped up tight behind her, letting my erection press against her ass. I bent over her and nibbled the skin on her back as my hands massaged and rubbed her ass. "Comfortable?"
"Si."
"You sure you want more?" I teased her ass with my cock.
Her voice was sultry when she answered. "Si! More." Her hands reached around to her ass and she spread her butt cheeks, giving me clear access. "Fuck me, Mister Very Big Man. Fuck me hard. Hard as you can."
I placed my cock at the entrance of her begging pussy, then gripped her shoulders. My thumbs stroked circles against her skin. "Ready?" I asked her.
"Si! Hard.”
Most women say that want it hard, but what they really mean is a firm thrust that bottoms out and lifts them off their toes. They want that deep g-spot that they don’t know they have massaged. That or they mean hard as in fast and furious. They do not mean as hard as I can fuck because I can fuck hard, but if I did fuck as hard as I can, I would crush them. I’m a semi-pro fucker who prides myself on my skill and technique. I like to watch them lose their shit over and over before I lose mine. Then I like to do it again and again, harder and harder, until they pass out from the pleasure I have given them. That’s my passion. Pleasing pussy. I may not feel the passionate love that other men feel or the level of lust that drives men to do stupid shit, but I do love women and I love satisfying them.
Since I was already giving her the good stuff before when I brought her to that near orgasmic pinnacle, and she screamed, I figured I would give her the same sex technique now, then push her over the edge with a fast finish. I thrust deep inside her, pushing her up against the pillows, lifting her off her toes, then pumped and pounded her fast. The sound her ass made smacking my groin, mixed with her moans as I brought her to the edge, sounded so sexy and I pushed her over the top like the fucking expert I am. She fell forward, trying to collapse, but I didn’t let her. Oh no. That girl almost lost her mind earlier from sexual frustration, and she asked for more from me. She wanted Moore, and by God, that was exactly what I gave her. More fucking from fucking Moore! I pulled her body off the bed, squatted down and sat her on my cock, then thrust her up in the air, making her bounce on my dick. The slamming sensation she got, sent her climaxing again. When she finished, she fell forward and I eased her off, draped her again over the footboard and eased in slow. I fucked her then at my own pace and right before I blew my wad, she had another mind-blowing orgasm from my swollen size. I know it was mind-blowing cause she was moaning like a porn star.
Round one was done, then we moved to round two.
Seven
My phone starts to dance on the table again. Oh, yeah. I better get that. Leaning on my elbow, I reach for it and peek at the screen to see who the text is from. There’s an iMessage from Darren Martin, a longtime friend, and venture capital partner. Sliding the screen open, I read the entire text. *Aurei, call me when you have ten minutes to talk. No rush, but today is better than tomorrow.* And later is better than sooner. Collapsing into the pillows, I pull one under my head, then I enjoy the view of the beauty’s chest rise and fall. She’s serene laying here with her dark hair tousled, spilling over the white pillowcase. I trace my finger down her back, then give her ass a little squeeze. She was a good fuck. Had a lot of stamina. Challenged me. I liked being pushed to perform. She rolls away, not interested in anything but sleep, and snuggles with her pillow. I grin and roll onto my back to stretch. My hand touches the top of the headboard, and I feel my camera strap. Rolling over, I drag my body over the sheets to peer down between the headboard and the mattress. It’s wedged between them. How the hell did it end up there? No telling. She lost her frustration in round one, her inhibitions in round two and in round three, we were exploring all kinds of different positions.
Pulling it out, I sit up and bring it to my eye to focus, then turn it on my subject, snap the last couple of photographs of her shoot, capturing the peacefulness of the moment. Knowing it won’t last, I sigh and lower it to hold in my lap. Flipping through the pics, I scan the photos. I got some good action shots and a few perfect "O" faces. I smirk. Wish I could have captured her 'Oh my god, you want me to suck that big cock?’ face. That would have been priceless. I chuckle. She turned out to be an exceptionally fun fuck. I’ll need to make sure to tell Adona.
The need to piss asserts itself so I set the camera on the nightstand next to my phone, then toss the covers over her nakedness, and bend down to pick up the used condoms from the floor. Her phone is lying next to them. I toss it on the nightstand too, then go to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and brush my teeth. When I come back out, I go the bar, grab a water, then pull up a chair to hydrate while I wait for her to wake, dreading the next part.
She was fun and as much as I would love to say the words, "Let’s do it again." I can’t. That would be a lie, and I’m not a liar. I sit in silence just watching her breathe, knowing the sad reality of my truth is that I don’t do repeats. I twist the top off the bottle of water and take a swig. It would be so nice if I could just say, 'You were a great fuck and I really enjoyed myself. Thanks. Ciao.' Shake her hand, give each other a hug and leave with smiles plastered across our faces, but that never happens. I put the top back on and stare at her without seeing her. They always want to see me again. What can I say? I smirk. I’m not just a good fuck. I’m a good fucker. The whole package. I fuck their minds too. Seduction is a true art form. Augustus taught me that. I twist the top off, take several long swallows, then put the top back on. I’ve had to hone my skill, not having the luxury of time. I smirk again. They don’t even realize I've begun their seduction the moment they enter the studio. I learned quick that it isn’t always what you say, but what you do, that makes a woman feel special and works magic on her. Getting inside her head, penetrating her mind, caressing her there, letting her feel you deep inside her subconscious, playing with her, then calling out her wild side. All the while your body language is dominating her from a safe distance, demanding her attention, but not overwhelming her with your power. Slowly giving her a little taste of that power, but not commanding her yet. Umm hmm. I love that. Nothing is more satisfying than watching them melt before you. When you start touching, commanding, tasting them, their wildness purrs, and that's when you start taming them.
That’s a powerful drug! The look in their eyes when they have reached their limit, the way their bodies wither under you, needing what only you can give them. A screaming orgasm in both their head and their cunt, from your brain and your cock. Ummm. Ain’t nothing better than that.
I twist the top off the water bottle, and drink half, and put it back on. Fuck! I sound like a cocky, son of a bitch. But the brutal, hardcore truth is .... I am that good. That’s the real reason why they get all bent out of shape when they want to see me again and I tell them I don’t. I stare at the raven-haired beauty in the bed, then drain the water bottle and resist the temptation to squeeze it, knowing the noise would wake her. I twirl the empty bottle around in my fingers instead.
Even though I’m alright with the fucking setup I have, it doesn’t mean I’m not lonely and wouldn't enjoy a steady relationship, but I’ve always known I’m different and finding someone different like me, is so far off the charts of possible, even a Vegas gambler wouldn’t take those odds. I’ve never felt that undeniable spark that drives a man to hookup with one woman in a steady, long term relationship. I thought I did the first summer I discovered fucking. I hooked up with a girl whose name I can’t even remember now. I banged and banged and banged her, then banged her some more. I grin. I thought I was in love, but I wasn’t even in lust. I was just a horny teenage boy with an amped up sex drive, who was in love with fucking. When she returned to college, I returned to middle school and moved on. At first, I tried the whole dating scene and that was a fiasco. The drama was off the charts and with no banging to ease the pain.
I chuckle, remembering a conversation I had with my sister, Ann. "What’s wrong with answering, 'Hell yeah!' when she asks me, 'Does my ass look big in these pants?' That was a fucking compliment. Not an insult." Ann started laughing and I got pissed off. "What? It was. She has a big ass and it’s great!"
"Aurei, girls want it curved."
"That’s fucking right! I want her ass curved too!"
"No, no."
"Yes, yes!”
“No, Bro. They want the truth curved, not straight line like that."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Girls want you to tell them. 'Your ass is perfect.'"
"I did!"
"No. You told her that her ass was huge!" She rolled off the bed laughing at me.
"It is!" Now I’m laughing too.
"Girls want you to lie to them with the same lies they are telling themselves."
I stopped laughing and thought about that. "Fuck that shit! I ain’t no damn liar."
"Well, you don’t have to lie really, just learn her language."
I gave her a classic 'what the fuck does that mean' look.
She dies laughing again. "Just never tell another woman as long as you live that their ass looks big and you’ll be ok."
"Ok, but if she wants to know how it looks in those pants what do I say?"
"Just tell her, her ass is perfect."
"THAT I can do!"
"We’ll work on your curved delivery later."
I flipped her off and walked out, then tossed over my shoulder. "I ain’t lying!"
I could hear her feet running at me. I braced myself and caught her as she jumped on my back. She dared me. "Last one to the creek is a rotten egg." I threw her off and we raced to the barn, then on our horses to the creek.
