My parents fell in love when they were sophomores in high school. At least that’s what they told me. It was at the basketball finals game that my dad was playing in, and my mom was just so mesmerized by his talent (and the fact that he hit the winning shot) that she fell in love with him right there.
She approached him after the game, and according to my dad, he picked her out of all the girls who were throwing themselves at him because he just knew she was the one.
He just knew…
Until he didn’t.
Erika’s lips still have a taste of rum to them, and even a hint on her smooth, soft tongue as I press mine against hers. It’s a bold move I’m making, and I know there’s a chance she could pull away (especially after calling me the scum of the earth), but she doesn’t. In fact, she kisses me back and presses into me as I place the palm of my hand against the small of her back.
She fits against me like a puzzle piece. I’m already imagining myself on top of her, her bent over and me taking her from behind, her straddling my face and me tongue-deep inside of her. Christ, I can’t remember the last time I was this hot for a woman—especially one I’d just met.
Like a soda can snapping open, I break our kiss and snatch her around the waist and toss her over my shoulder. She cries out, half-shocked, half-delighted, as I carry her to the front door.
“Oh my gosh, Malcom!”
“Mal,” I grunt as I use my keycard to open the door. “Call me Mal.”
I’m in full-blown caveman mode as I enter my house. My house is now my cave. My business casual wardrobe is now just something stupid we civilized men wear as part of the modern male bullshit-rituals we’re forced to go through in order to make money.
All I want to do now is strip myself free of all that and bang this gorgeous female senseless like I’m meant to do. Like nature wants me to do.
My jaw is clenched as I carry her to the couch and toss her down beneath me. Her tits bounce beautifully, and I quickly toss my blazer aside like I couldn’t care less about it (because I couldn’t).
This seems to turn Erika on, and her eyes get even wider than they were a moment ago. I don’t even bother unbuttoning my shirt. I just grab it by the shoulders and shrug out of it like it’s scratching the hell out of me, tossing it in the same direction as my blazer.
“Holy shit,” Erika says simply. “Work out much?”
I shrug like my ego didn’t just inflate like a balloon with her mouth around the lip. “Once or twice when I was young.”
“Oh, you’re such a bullshitter.”
My cock is throbbing beneath my pants, but I’m not about to strip naked without getting her at least somewhat undressed with me.
I lean down and lift the hem of her shirt, exposing her flat, thin waist. She lifts her hips as I gently run my fingers across the warm, smooth, soft skin. I raise the shirt higher and higher until her bra is visible. I smile.
“This is one of those that clasps in the front.”
Erika just nods as I use the thumb and forefingers to undo it. The cups fall away, exposing the most gorgeous natural tits I’ve ever seen in my life (and probably ever will see).
“Well, you move fast, don’t you?” Erika asks, looking up at me. It’s not so much a question as an accusation, but I see right through it.
“Feel free to stop me at any time,” I reply, leaning right in with another kiss. But this time I don’t kiss her where she’s expecting; I kiss the innocent skin of her neck, causing a soft, whisper-like gasp to fall from her lips.
She’s quivering. She may be a real spitfire when she’s going back and forth with me, but when it comes to this—to submitting to my touch—she doesn’t seem to be quite as confident.
That’s fine. I’ll take control and make her nice and comfortable.
I kiss down her neck, cradling her body in my hands, taking her sweet scent into my lungs. It’s her soap. Definitely her soap that smells so nice on her.
I continue kissing down her chest, then cradle her beautiful breasts with both hands and take each of her nipples between my lips like two sweet little pink gumdrops.
Erika gasps, louder this time, and takes hold of my head with both hands. She grasps my hair, hard enough that it almost hurts, but I don’t care. I’d let her tug two fistfuls out right now I’m so caught up in her beauty.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I whisper as I move down, kiss after kiss, absolutely smitten by the beauty of her body. She’s like a sculpture of a goddess created by a master, lost for centuries, then found again, restored, and placed in a museum.
I reach the hem of her pants and pop the button, causing her hips to buck off the couch cushions once again, nearly taking my eye out in the process. She doesn’t even notice, and I’m not about to say anything—I just keep going and tug the zipper down, revealing a pair of lace white panties.
There’s something so delicate and guileless about them that contrasts with the essence of this situation. The fire inside me roars as I pull her pants down and watch them catch on her oh-so womanly hips. It’s like she was built to tempt me, to turn me on, to press every button I have designed to excite me, and as they reach her knees and I see they are covered with little tiny bruises, I simply lose it.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I growl, closing my teeth around the creamy, ivory flesh of her right thigh. I bite down, just hard enough to get her to squeal a little—not hard enough to hurt her. I would never do that. Not to Erika.
“Jesus!” she cries out, curling in on me in a protective, instinctual way. But before she can react fully, I snatch her pants off completely and roll her over onto her stomach, pinning her beneath me, exposing her sweet ass that’s just crying out to be spanked.
And that’s what I do next—I give her a hard spank right on her left cheek. I simply cannot help myself. This girl is way too much for me. She’s drawing out every one of my masculine impulses. This must be what it’s like when lions go into heat and the male lion pins the lioness down and just has his way with her because of all the pheromones she’s releasing.
I have never felt this way before.
Erika lifts her hips up and shows me her ass—her tiny white lace thong flossing the crack—and without hesitation, I hook it with two fingers and yank it aside.
I’m pretty sure I hear some fabric or threading stretch or tear, but I don’t care. Thongs don’t cost a lot. I’ll just buy her another pair if she puts up a fuss. And besides, all I’m focused on right now is the beautiful, fully waxed, little pink peach I now see glistening back at me.
“Christ, now if that isn’t the sexiest little pussy I’ve ever seen…”
Erika, her eyes smoldering with lust, look back at me as she purses her lips skeptically. “I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.”
Jesus, she’s fiery.
She isn’t what the boys these days call “thick,” but she’s got more than enough back there for me to grab ahold of—so I grab a nice handful of her ass and lean down on top of her, pressing down with enough force to show her that she’s not going anywhere.
“Listen, Erika,” I say, letting my lips brush against her ear, hinting that there might be a kiss coming. “You’ve been lied to today by a real prick. The last thing I’m going to ever do is lie to you again today. Or ever. You understand me?”
I kiss her delicately just below the ear, causing a very simple moan to come from her lips as her body rises from the couch to press back against mine. She doesn’t speak—she simply nods and turns her head back against mine, almost in an embrace of acknowledgement.
I slide my left hand down her side, my erection growing harder and harder as I take in every inch of her curves until I find her hand as well. I move it down to my bulge, forcing her to feel just how horny for her I am.
The moment her fingers land where I want them to be, I feel her entire body stiffen, her breath stop, and her head turn so she can get a full look at me with both of her eyes.
“Is that–?”
“It sure is, sweet thing,” I reply. I’ve never been one for little pet names for girls before, but this one just sort of fell right out of my mouth like I’d been using it for years.
Her eyes stay fixed on mine for several seconds, and then as though she were asking me for permission, Can I just—? She gives my bulge a soft little squeeze like she is testing just how big I am—or maybe feeling for shape—or maybe both at the same time.
“My God…it feels enormous,” she gasps.
“Like the rest of me,” I reply with a sarcastic wink, referencing her comment about my muscles from earlier when I removed my shirt.
I can tell she wants to say something back, but she’s too wrapped up in the situation. She looks down in the direction of my cock as she gives it another squeeze, then looks back up at me.
“There—there’s no way–”
“Sure there is, sweet thing,” I smile, tugging my pants down. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And I am more than willing to make this happen right now, aren’t you–?”
Before I can even finish getting the words out of my mouth, Erika is rolling onto her back beneath me and grabbing my neck with both hands.
“Shut up,” she says. “Just shut up and do whatever you want with me.”
Okay, I think to myself instantly, my eyes scouring her glorious body. You don’t have to ask me again, princess.
