10 comments/ 32850 views/ 40 favorites Lusting After Him Pt. 01 By: RDeLajour I know that I shouldn't want him, but I do. It's not that he's older than me. I'm twenty-four, so I can sleep with whoever I want. It's the fact that he's my father's friend that holds me back. It got so bad, I had to leave the house. I don't have to look at my panties to know that I'm drenched because I feel my lust throbbing even as I sit here on the chair, hiding in the back porch. The party for my dad is raging on inside, and I can't seem to take my eyes off him tonight. Any time I thought he was about to look my way, I pretended to look at my phone. But he looks so sexy tonight, wearing his suit from work since he got out late. I wish I could pull him by his red tie and whisper into his ear how I want him to fuck me until I'm shaking all over from his cock so deep inside of me... "Hey," a familiar voice says behind me. "There you are. I was looking for you." I turn around and almost yelp when I see Zachary walking toward me. His handsome face is a little flushed and he's holding another beer in his hand. "Hi," I say a little too excitedly. "You were?" He nods as he stands next to me. "Yup. You seemed sad, so I wanted to make sure you were okay." The fact that he noticed me at all is shocking to me. I would have figured that he was too busy checking out my cousin, Jenny, who loves to be the center of attention. Not only is she more pretty than me, she is also older. Also, she's not his friend's daughter. "I'm all right," I say before I smile at him. "I just needed some fresh air." I pause before I say, "I love your outfit. It looks great on you." "Thanks!" he says as he runs a hand through his short, brown hair. "I got it last year." I gaze at the floor, not wanting to say something that will make him uncomfortable. I'm about to ask him how his day went when he clears his throat. "So is there anyone that I have to beat up?" he asks with a taut voice. I look at him oddly. "What do you mean?" He laughs. "Is there a guy that's messing with you? I can set him straight." I wish I could laugh, but I don't. I've tried liking other guys. The guys around my age just don't do anything for me. I've tried dating them, even hooking up with some. They end up leaving me unsatisfied, to say the least. It's sad, but I've never even had an orgasm with any of them. They're just too preoccupied with themselves, not really caring if I'm enjoying it at all. Something tells me that Zach would be different. He'd probably put me first and make me come at least three times before he slid inside of me and thrust into me until I'd be screaming, leaving my throat hoarse and raw. But I would never know... "No, no guy," I say as I stare at the dark woods in the backyard. "I just...feel sort of lost lately." "Lost? How so?" He grabs a chair and pulls it next to me. His mere presence is enough to make me shiver and sweat. So when he sits so close to me that his knee brushes up against mine, I almost wince when the pounding in between my legs worsens. I shake my head. "It's nothing, really. I just need to get over it." "Maybe I can help." He smiles. "Try me." I grab the chance to stare at him. God, he is just too gorgeous. Even if I was older, or I wasn't his friend's daughter, I wouldn't have a chance with him. I'm not skinny and never really have been thin, honestly. I'm not society's definition of beauty. I know that. Meanwhile, Zach is toned and muscular. Guys like him don't do go for the curvy, voluptuous women. "Well," I slowly say as my gaze threatens to wander down to his crotch. "There's someone I'm interested in, but I'm too afraid to take initiative." He nods. "That can be tough. Are you two close?" I think of all the times he's come over to the house. He's known me for almost all of my life. Surely he must see me as a daughter figure. If I told him the truth, he'd be disgusted. Would he? "In a way, yes," I say with sadness etched in my voice. "But it's never going to happen." "How do you know if you don't try?" he quickly asks. "At least you won't be living with regret, you know?" "That's true. It's just...this situation is complicated." "I do love solving problems." He grins. "It's part of my job." I can't help but laugh. Not only is he handsome, he's also funny, witty and so smart. It's part of the reason why he's so attractive to me. "It would never happen," I say as I shake my head. "So I'm not even going to try." "Explain to me why. I'm intrigued. Is this guy taken?" I avoid his gaze. "No." "Is he gay?" I sigh. "No." "Well, then I don't see why they would deny you. You're beautiful, smart, and have a great personality. He'd be an idiot to not see that." "Thank you." Tears glimmer in my vision. "You really are sweet." He is silent before he says, "You're crying." I wipe away at my eyes. "It's nothing. I'm just being sensitive. It's been an off day, you know?" I get up before I make him feel more uncomfortable. I'm not exactly sure why I'm crying. All I know is that I want him so bad that it hurts. So when he stands up with me and gently grabs my wrist, I immediately freeze and turn toward him. I must look like a mess with tears streaming down my cheeks and my red, irritated eyes. "Did I say something wrong?" he gently asks. "I'm sorry." I stare at him as desire ravages me, threatens to swallow me whole. I've never wanted someone so much. He permeates my dreams, making love to me with deep, hard thrusts that leave me convulsing around him. I really shouldn't be doing this, but I take step toward him and with a shaky hand, I reach for his tie and roughly pull him toward me. Before I can think twice, I close my eyes and gently kiss his lips. God, I wish I could kiss him more deeply. I want nothing more than to taste him, savor his tongue with mine and feel his sexy body against mine. My nipples harden even more at the thought of his hands roaming my body, sending desire straight to my core. My lips press against him briefly before I let go of his tie and force a smile as I open my eyes and more tears flow down my cheeks. "I'm sorry," I say with a tightened throat. "I told you I couldn't have the person that I want." I walk away before I make another mistake. What's next, sexually harassing him? What is wrong with me? I can't believe I just did that. What if someone saw us? Oddly enough, I find myself not really caring. I was the one who started it, anyway. I'm the guilty one. I don't stop walking until I reach my room. I don't even bother to close it because no one is up here. I'm about to hide underneath the covers when I feel an arm wrap around my waist, preventing me from walking any further. When I turn around, I'm shocked to see that it's Zach, staring at me like he has never done before. He presses his fingers into my hips and roughly pulls me against him. "That wasn't a proper kiss," he whispers as he places his other hand on my chin. "I know you can do better than that." My knees literally buckle and I am speechless as I watch him close his eyes and kiss me. His lips firmly press against my own and I feel his erection pressing against me, making me wet with arousal. He kisses me slowly but passionately; I can taste the hoppy beer in his mouth as he flickers his tongue against my lower lip, making me moan. I press myself against his hardness and slowly run my hands down his black collared shirt, liking the feel of his hard, taut body underneath the soft fabric. "Much better," he says against my mouth. "Do you want more?" "Please," I say with a shaky voice. He kisses me again and darts his tongue inside my mouth, flickering it against my own tongue. I moan as his hands slowly roam up my body, caressing my curves. When his fingers reach my breasts, I gasp and thrust my hips toward him, wanting to rub myself more on him. My clit throbs in protest when he suckles on my lower lip and gently tugs on it with his teeth. I can feel his hesitation when he brings his hands to my full breasts and lightly squeezes them, making me shudder and moan in absolute need. He breaks the kiss to look into my eyes with a sexy smile that sends a chill down my spine. "Can I touch you more?" he asks with urgency. "Like...all of you?" I swear I feel like I'm about to faint. "Of course!" He grins. "I'm going to close the door, okay?" I watch him shut the door and lock it before he walks over to the wall and extends his hand toward me. Without a word, I walk over to him and eagerly join his side. "Turn around," he says. "Then lean against me." Just thinking about his hands on my bare skin is making me so fucking horny. I don't even want to look at my underwear because I know that it's completely soaked from my wetness. I rest against him and fight the urge to grind against his erection. He brings his mouth to my ear as his hands wrap around my waist, slowly trailing underneath my shirt. "You are so sexy, do you know that?" he whispers into my ear. "Your body is just perfect." I feel like I'm about to melt onto the floor from the combination of his sexy, deep voice in my ear and his hands groping my breasts. His palms graze my taut nipples and I instinctively press my back against him, wanting more of his experienced touch. "You like that?" he asks in my ear, his voice a deep rumble. "Yes!" I say breathlessly as he cups my breasts and squeezes them. "I love it." He slips down my lacy bra and when his fingertips wander over my erect nipples, I gasp. He kisses the arch of my sensitive neck and I almost yelp in pleasure. The last thing I want to do is attract attention, though. So I try my best to remain quiet as he makes out with my neck and tweaks my nipples with his skilled fingers. He is basically torturing me because all I want is his cock deep inside me as he pulls my hair, hard. "I want you so bad," I moan out loud as his teeth lightly graze my neck. "I need you, Zach." "What exactly do you need?" I reach my hand back and gently rub his erection through his pants. I feel him stiffen as he pulls away and wanders his hands down, past my hips and onto my crotch. "Don't worry about me," he says as he grips the waistband of my pants and starts to lower them. "I want this to be about you. Not about me." My pants fall to the floor and my breathing is shallow as his hand continues its descent to my aching cunt. When his fingers reach my panties, I shiver uncontrollably against him, arching back into him. My legs are shaking already and he's slowly rubbing my wet slit through my black panties. He hums in approval into my ear and I close my eyes in absolute pleasure. "You are drenched," he murmurs. "Have you been wet this whole time?" "The entire night. Because of you." I grind myself against him more and moan even louder when he licks my neck lightly while rubbing my wet pussy with his middle finger. His strokes are slow and patient, making me lose more control by the second. "I'm going to come if you keep doing that," I say with a shaky voice. "Will you? Is that a promise?" My knees buckle and I look down at the sexy sight of him rubbing me through my panties, sliding the wetness around and driving me closer to the edge. My cunt starts to tighten and I grind against his finger more, feeling myself on the verge of orgasm. "Come for me," he tautly whispers in my ear. "I want you coming all over my hand. Hard." He nibbles my earlobe and I have to muffle my scream with my hand because I'm coming so hard and violently, shuddering against him as my mind turns into a void where the only thing present is pleasure, raw and overwhelming. I feel my arousal seep through my panties and onto his fingers as my body goes into a series of small convulsions from his mere touch. When he slips his skilled finger past my panties and into my flooded cunt, though, I can't even voice my arousal because no words come out, just a ragged gasp. "I need to feel you more," he says with a shaky voice. "God, you feel so fucking amazing. So wet and slippery." My thighs feel like jelly as I feel his finger slide inside of my tight cunt. I press up against him more and he groans when his erection rubs up against my ass. I wish he could take out his cock and slip himself inside of me and just fuck me hard and good. My clit throbs at the mere thought of him inside of me, sending more wetness to my core. "I love hearing how wet you are," he growls into my ear. "Do you like my finger inside of your tight pussy? Are you going to come again?" I moan and tilt my head back. "Yes, I love it! I'm going to come so hard again. It feels so good." My words seem to spur him on because he quickens his pace and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb. I've never come so fast before but can you blame me? It just feels too good. Except this time I literally drip into his hand and it's like a flood that can't be controlled or stopped. He hums in approval as my thrusts become erratic and wild as I ride his hand. My body feels like it's on fire as another orgasm starts to build up in my sensitive cunt. "You're going to come again, aren't you?" he asks breathlessly. "Fuck," I moan out loud. "Oh God..." My hands are shaking and my breath is trembling as I surrender control yet again. I moan his name over and over as I greedily ride his hand, completely soaking him in my cum. He surprises me, though, when he abruptly takes away his hand and steps away from me. I'm about to ask him what's wrong until he grabs my shoulders and roughly pushes me against the wall, making me gasp. He lowers himself on his knees and quickly takes off my pants, which are followed by my panties. They rest on a heap beside me as he parts my legs and makes me cry out in sheer pleasure when he lightly kisses my soaked cunt. "I'm sorry," he meekly says. "I just have to taste you. I want you riding my tongue. I want your cum in my mouth." I can't even utter anything intelligible as he takes a slow, long lick of my sensitive pussy. He wraps his hands around my hips and brings my aching cunt closer to his mouth. The feel of his skilled tongue on my folds is too much and I start to sway from the overwhelming pleasure. He greedily begins to lap away at my wetness, forcing my arousal to drip on his handsome face. "Oh my God," I mutter as I run my hands through his hair. "It feels so fucking good. Please don't stop." His tongue is making me even more wet and aroused and I feel the familiar tingle stirring in my womb. He seems to like my fingers coursing through his hair because his tongue flickers faster against my wet folds with an urgency that has me moaning like an animal in heat. When his tongue starts lathering my clit in more wetness, I pull on his hair and grind against his mouth as my orgasm sends my body over the edge once again. I close my eyes and tilt my head back as I come in his mouth. My fingers tremble in his hair and I fight the urge to scream until my voice is raw and bloody. The spasms of pleasure grip my body and hold me prisoner until he kisses my trembling cunt and he slowly gets up. I open my eyes and moan in renewed heat when I see my arousal glistening on his lips and chin. I must have been more wet than I thought because my cum is all over his face. "If I could eat you out all night, I would," he says in a strained tone. "But I fear my time is up." "What? Wait!" He steps away from me and turns around. "They're going to start wondering where I am. I should head back downstairs." I frown as I quickly put my underwear and pants back on. "But that isn't fair to you! What about you?" He turns to me with a smile. "I'm more than satisfied. Believe me." Lusting After Him Pt. 02 Needless to say, I barely get any sleep at night. I keep thinking about Zach fucking me with his finger and tongue over and over, replaying the sinful images in my mind. I must be a pervert because that wasn't enough to quench my thirst for him. I didn't even get to touch him or pleasure him at all. While I'm happy that he wasn't selfish, I find myself wanting to pleasure him, too. I'd let him use me in any way that he desires. By the time nine o'clock rolls around, my stomach starts growling so I figure that I should head downstairs to get some food. I expect my dad to be asleep and sure enough when I pass by his bedroom, I notice that it's closed shut and I can hear his faint snoring from the other side of the door. Guilt flickers through me as I remember the way he set me aside once the party winded down and he confessed that he was proud of me for finishing college despite my issues with depression and anxiety. It felt awful, hiding my secret hookup with his best friend. I highly doubt that he would be proud of me once he learned that I seduced Zach... "Good morning," a deep, sexy voice says behind me. "At least one of us was smart enough not to drink to the point of intoxication, right?" I abruptly stop walking and slowly turn around. I immediately feel my cheeks flush as I drink in the sight of his impeccable, toned body. He's wearing nothing but a black towel draped around his waist. I quickly look away before I do something that I'll regret. Like pushing him against the wall, ripping off his towel, and choking on his thick cock... "I'm sorry," I quickly say. "You don't feel good?" He shakes his head. "I'll be fine. I woke up with a little headache, but I'll live. I need some coffee, though." "I was going to make a fresh pot." I quickly walk away before he catches sight of me drooling over his half naked body. The man is a god. Why and how did I hook up with him last night?? Maybe he was drunk? Maybe he regrets it now. That would make a lot of sense. I try to push away my intrusive thoughts until he walks into the kitchen, wearing one of my dad's shirts and a pair of sweats. He still looks so fucking hot. Luckily, I manage to focus on my task without fucking it up; I place the coffee grounds into the machine and add water before I turn it on. When I turn around, I see him frowning as he stares off into space. "What's wrong?" I ask as I approach him. He sighs. "I feel...like you regret what happened last night." He avoids my gaze as I stare at him. He thinks that I feel ashamed of our deliriously sexy hook up last night? I almost can't believe it. Anticipation runs through me as I step toward him and keep looking at him. "If my dad wasn't here, I'd be on my knees in front of you," I say in a low, needy tone. I can't believe that he blushes, but he does. "Maybe I should get going." I don't say anything. I can't blame him for feeling uncomfortable. Now that there is no party, and it's just me, him, and my dad at home, the situation is vastly different. There's a much higher chance of getting caught if we decide to do anything. So I silently watch him collect himself before he leaves the kitchen, trying not to smile too broadly as I concoct a plan in my head. ** Even as I'm knocking on the apartment, I almost can't believe it. Have I ever done something this crazy before? Then again, I'm not in the best frame of mind. People don't make rational decisions when they're being overrun by lustful thoughts, do they? But I can't deny the excitement I feel when Zach opens the door and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees me. "Hey," he says. "I need you," I urgently say as my heartbeat thunders in my ears. "I need you so bad." I expect him to close the door in my face. Maybe he'll try to explain to me that what we did was a mistake. He'll tell me to pretend it never happened. Instead, he surprises me by grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his apartment. He slams the door shut and pulls me toward him, making sure to look deep into my eyes. "How bad?" he asks with a soft yet defiant tone. I don't answer his question. Instead, I roughly push him up against the wall and show him how much I desire him. Now that there's no one around us, I can make him feel the same pleasure he brought me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply and slowly, making sure to savor his unique taste. I moan into his mouth as he gently grips the back of my head and I press myself against his sexy body. I gently bite down on his lower lip and suck on the sensitive skin as he groans and skims his hand down my back. "You need to take this off," he says with urgency. "Please." I smirk as I break the kiss and step back from him. I have to admit, wearing my sexy sheer nightgown underneath my black pea coat is actually a turn on. He growls as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me toward him again. "You wore that on your way here?" he asks as he runs his hands over the sheer, thin black material. "You're bad." "I told you I need you," I whisper as I shiver. He surprises me when he lifts me up suddenly, forcing a yelp out of me. I instinctively wrap my legs and arms around him, trying not to freak out about how heavy I am. But he seems to have no problem carrying me through the small but quaint living room, down the short hallway to a darkened room. He gently sets me on the bed and turns on the light, illuminating his bedroom. It's really nice in here, and I find myself gazing at the large, vivid portrait of the ocean directly above his bed. It's a beautiful photograph, taken from a cliff over looking the dark blue water. "Beautiful photo," I say as he walks back to me. "I love it." He smiles as he pins my wrists against the mattress and carefully gets on top of me. "Thank you. I took it myself." "Really?" I shiver as he kisses my neck and trails his lips down to my barely covered breasts. "You're talented." "I didn't spend enough time pleasuring you," he says as his mouth hovers over my taut nipple. "That won't happen tonight." "Wait!" I almost yell. "You're being unfair again. I came over to please you. Not the other way around." My words seem to go right through him, though, because he wraps his lips around my hard nipple and starts to gently suck on it through the sheer fabric. I gasp and shudder at how good his mouth feels around my breast. Even though it feels amazing, I need to feel more of him on me, so I lift up the nightgown, allowing him easier access to my bare breast. "God, you are so fucking sexy," he says in a raspy whisper. "I just want to touch you all night." I moan as he flicks his tongue across the sensitive skin, sending a rush of warmth to my cunt. He roughly sucks on the nipple as his other hand starts massaging my other breast, making me buck against him in absolute need. He kisses the skin in between my breasts until his mouth wraps around my other nipple, bathing it in wetness with his expert tongue. I can already feel that my pussy is drenched and we've barely done anything yet. He takes a final lick of my nipple before he trails his lips down my soft body, making sure to kiss my skin slowly, teasing me with his patience. To my surprise, though, he stops at my bellybutton and leaves a trail of kisses up my body, making me shiver in complete anticipation. "You're making me so wet, babe," I whisper as I shiver again and rest my hands on his shoulders. "You're too sexy." "Look who's talking." His mouth trails all the way up to my neck, where he lightly sucks on my sensitive skin. I gasp and curl my fingers around his hair, lightly pulling on the soft strands. I remember the way he liked it when I pulled on his hair, so I do it a little more, making him growl and actually bite down on my neck. I moan and pull his hair a little harder, making him curse. "Do you want me to bruise you?" he asks as he stares at me intently. "Because I can get rough." "The rougher the better," I immediately say. "No one's ever made me scream except for you." He smirks before his hand slowly wanders down my shivering body, to my eagerly awaiting cunt. "Is that true? Or are you just trying to flatter me?" "I'm being honest! I would never lie to you." "Good." He kisses my lips as his hand finally reaches the hemline of my underwear. "Because I want you to be honest with me. If you get uncomfortable at any point, you'll tell me, right?" "Of course! But I don't think that's going to happen." He slowly slips his hand underneath my silky underwear and takes his time reaching my aching wetness. Once his fingers brush my wet pussy, he curses and quickly gets off me, kneeling on the floor before me. "I'm sorry," he says as he grips the waistband of my underwear. "I was thinking about fucking you with my tongue all night. One time wasn't enough." I moan as he slips the underwear off me and sets it next to me. To my surprise, he grabs my foot and starts kissing me slowly all the way from my ankle to my inner thigh, making me shudder and squirm on the mattress. His mere touch just drives me insane, makes me feel like I'm losing my mind. Once he kisses my soaking cunt, I'm so turned on that I actually yelp when his lips touch my clit. "Sensitive?" he asks in a sexy tone. "I'll be gentle, don't worry." I'm breathing heavily as he places my legs on his shoulders and kisses my wetness again, making me shudder. He slowly flickers his tongue against my moist slit, forcing a moan from me. He starts making love to me with his experienced lips and tongue, making me writhe against his mouth like a whore, but I can't help it. He is just too amazing. His mouth is making the most delicious sounds on my cunt again, making me grip the sheets and bite my lower lip in complete surrender. "Feels so good, baby," I say breathlessly as I close my eyes and grind against his mouth. "You're amazing." I lower my hands to his hair and run my hands through it, enjoying the silky softness. He flickers his tongue against my slit harder and faster, sending me closer to the edge. I wish I could last longer because I want to enjoy it, but the truth is that he turns me on too much. I feel the familiar stirring in my cunt and my back arches as I start to lose complete control. He must notice my quickly approaching orgasm because he gently slides a finger inside my slick cunt while he continues to lick my clit in quick, precise strokes. "I'm going to come, Zach," I say as I dig my fingers into his hair and pull. "Please don't stop!" Between his finger fucking me and his tongue stroking my clit, I can't hold on any longer. I come against his mouth, trying to sustain the throaty moans that escape me, but I'm unsuccessful. We might not be at a party, but we're in an apartment complex and I know that I can't scream too loud, but I end up doing it anyway. Still, I cover my mouth with my hand and convulse against him as my orgasm takes control of my body. His hand wanders up my shaking torso to my mouth, where I greedily suck on his forefinger. My entire body shakes and I moan around his finger as he slows the pace of his tongue lapping me up. "So fucking delicious," he whispers against my wet mound. I can't take it anymore. I literally growl as I sit up and slide myself off the bed. I'm not usually so aggressive, but with him, I'm making an exception. I get on my knees and kiss his crotch, kissing his erection through his jeans. I know I must look possessed, but I really don't care. I quickly unbuckle him and lower his jeans to kiss his bulge through his plaid boxers. He stiffens as I rub my face across his hardness, rubbing his erection on my cheek. I moan as I lick his shaft through his underwear, loving the way he shudders as I look up at him for approval. "I can't wait to taste you," I say as I lower his boxers with anticipation. "I've been wanting to do it for the longest time now." Once his underwear is all the way down, I take a moment to admire his length and thickness. More lust pools in my cunt as I slowly bring my mouth to his cock and kiss his long length, all the way from the bottom to the head. He groans when I flicker my tongue across the sensitive tip, making me smile in pleasure when I taste some pre-cum. "Do you like it?" I ask as he starts to run his hands through my hair. "Your cock is so nice." "Yes," he says in a raspy whisper as his fingers massage my scalp. "Suck on the head and stroke me while you look up at me, baby." "I'll do whatever you want," I say before I wrap my mouth around him. I slowly suck on him as my right hand wraps around the base and I gently start to stroke him. I make sure to keep my gaze up at him as I lather his cock in my saliva. He moans when I add a little more pressure to the base and take more of him in my mouth. "Fuck," he murmurs as his head tilts back. "It feels so good." I know that it's dirty but I take him out of my mouth and drool on him until his shaft is wet and slippery in my hand. I look up at him as I stroke him vigorously, making him shiver and forcing his fingers to tighten around my hair. "Harder," he hisses. "Keep looking at me. God, you're so beautiful." I'm so turned on, even more than before, if that's even possible. His taste is still in my mouth and I love the sound of my hand going up and down his slick shaft. He moans again as I tighten my grip on him and stroke him faster. A growl escapes from him before he grabs several strands of my hair and roughly pulls on them, forcing a moan from me. "Get on the bed," he whispers urgently. I quickly do as I'm told. I rest on my back and try my best to be patient for him, but in reality I'm dying for him to get inside of me. I've been fantasizing about this for so long now. I eagerly wait for him to slowly slip inside me but he surprises me by laying down and kissing me with fervor as his hand wanders down my aching body. "I want to make sure you are nice and wet before I ravage you with my cock," he whispers before he slips a finger inside me. I moan as he starts fingering me and lowers his mouth to my left breast, where he sucks on my hardened nipple. I buck against his hand and feel even more wetness flood my cunt as he lathers the sensitive skin of my nipple with his tongue. I can hear his finger sliding in and out of me and I start shaking everywhere as my breath becomes shallow and strained. I can't even say anything as he makes me come with his expert finger and delicious mouth. The pleasure is too much as I uncontrollably shake and writhe against the mattress. He kisses me slowly and lazily before he brings his drenched finger to my mouth. "Taste yourself," he whispers. "I want you to see how sweet you taste." He plunges his finger inside my eagerly awaiting mouth and I suck on it, making him moan. I've never tasted myself before, but it certainly doesn't taste bad. It actually tastes sort of sweet. I smile at him as he takes away his finger and gets up from the bed to open up a drawer from the nightstand. Excitement rushes through me as I turn away to give him the privacy to put on the condom. When he returns to the bed, he kisses the back of my neck and runs his finger down my spine, making me arch into him. "Are you sure?" he asks as he grazes the tip of his cock against my slippery wetness. "Tell me it's okay." I shudder as I grind against his thick cock. "Please fuck me, Zach. I've wanted you inside me for so long." "Hm. How long?" He slowly slips inside me without hesitation, making me gasp as his length fills me up. He sucks on my neck again as he guides himself inside of my tight, wet cunt. I shiver as he finally enters me all the way, loving the way he stretches me so deliciously. "For months now," I say breathlessly. "Fuck...you feel so good inside of me." He gently nibbles on my shoulder. "Keep talking like that and I'm going to spank you. Be nice." He slowly starts thrusting into me, making me close my eyes and lean my head against his muscular frame. His hands roam down to my bare breasts where he gently squeezes the hardened nipples, sending more heat to my core. I can tell that he's preoccupied about pleasuring me because he keeps kissing my skin and caressing me all over with his sexy hands. His kisses and fondling are driving me insane, along with his slow, deep thrusts. When his right hand wanders down and he starts touching my clit, I gasp and buck against him even more. "Like that?" he whispers into my ear. "Does it feel good?" "Oh God," I say as I close my eyes and grind back against him. "I'm going to come if you keep doing that." "Mm. Yes." He quickens the pace of his finger and thrusts into me a little harder. "I want to feel that pussy tightening around my cock. Can you get more wet for me, baby?" I grip the sheets as his finger flickers faster against my sensitive clit. He is just too good because it takes less than a minute for me to completely fall apart with his hard length deep inside me. I scream so loud as my orgasm makes me uncontrollably shake again. I've lost track of the amount of times he's made me come by this point. I can feel my pussy contracting around his dick and he moans into my ear as he patiently waits for my orgasm to subside. "Stretch out on the bed, baby," he says as he slowly pulls out of me. With wobbly legs, I level myself on the bed and gasp when I feel him quickly enter me. He groans once he fills me up entirely again and he carefully lowers himself against me. "Your pussy is so wet and tight," he murmurs into my ear. "Can I fuck you the way I want?" I feel myself shiver in complete anticipation. "Fuck me like you hate me." "You don't mean that." "I do." Maybe he expects me to cry out in pain when he slams into me, but instead I moan in absolute pleasure. And when he grabs my hair and pulls on several of the strands as he bites down on my neck, I have to bury my face into the mattress because my scream of pleasure is too much. He is fucking me so deep and hard; I can feel it everywhere in my body, from my fingertips to my lips. I love the way he is making me writhe underneath him as he fucks me mercilessly. His balls are slapping my clit and he makes me gasp when he gently smacks my ass, making my knees buckle. "Good girl," he murmurs into my ear, making my cunt ache and my nipples harden even more. "Do you want more?" "Yes, please," I say with a shaky voice. "Get on your hands and knees, baby." He stops fucking me to let me get on my hands and knees. He's still inside me and he moans as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back into me, making my breasts sway. "Fuck," he tautly whispers as his thrusts become more rough and insistent. "You're going to make me come, baby." "I want it," I plead. "Please give it to me." He moans as he grips my hips and starts fucking me so hard and fast, I have to grip the comforter for support. The only things I can focus on are his delicious cock inside me and his fingers tightly gripping my hips. He pulls on my hair again as his thrusts become more urgent and frantic. He wraps a hand around my neck and lightly squeezes on it, heightening my pleasure as his breathing turns shallow. "Baby," he gasps out. "I'm going to come..." I moan in approval as he shudders against me and groans. I feel his thighs tremble and his hands shake on my bare skin as he comes with a few deep final thrusts. Even though it's wrong, I find myself wishing he could have come inside of me. He is breathing heavily and I slip myself out of him to turn around and kiss him deeply and slowly. "I'm sorry," he says through ragged breaths. "I wish I could have lasted longer...but it's been awhile. And you are so wet and tight. Not to mention sexy." I smile as I rest my head on his chest. "It's okay. It was so sexy. Besides, you made me come like a million times." Lusting After Him Pt. 02 I'm about to pull away from him, expecting him to want distance, but he surprises me by wrapping an arm around me and bringing me down with him until we're both resting on the mattress. It's such an intimate gesture and it completely takes me off guard. He kisses my cheek and holds me close as we just rest there, drinking in the silent calm.