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Cara Finally Feels

By: Lovely_Emma_21



It was all about supporting her husband's career but she was nervous. Cara Quinn wasn't used to big fancy parties, especially not with famous basketball players. But now that her husband, Jared, was part of the legal team for the NBA, Cara feared many of these functions would be in their future.

She wanted to make a good impression, to make Jared and his bosses proud that she was his. Cara didn't experience much pride in her life. She didn't work because Jared liked the idea of her devoting all of her time and attention to him and his career. She hadn't been able to get pregnant even though she and Jared had been married for three years and had been trying. She felt it was a failing of hers because though he came inside her almost every other night, she had never been able to get into it. Sometimes she wondered if there was something wrong with her since she wasn't able to enjoy sex with her husband. 

Cara married Jared because he romanced her sweetly and promised her a good life where she would be taken care of. She liked the idea of that and just hoped love - and lust - would develop over time. She was still waiting. 

At least she looked pretty tonight, she thought, studying her reflection. Cara was born in China but adopted by American parents. Her black hair, dark eyes, pale skin, and tiny body made everyone who met her want to take care of her. Her dress tonight was a soft blue hauler that pulled her surprisingly generous breasts up. The skirt flared out past her narrow waist and fell down to her knees. She put her hair up in a fancy twist, hoping to look more like her twenty-six years than she normally did. Often, she resembled a teenager much to her disappointment. 

Jared was distracted on the way to the party. Obviously he was just as nervous about the social event as Cara was but they both sat quietly instead of sharing their anxieties. Cara sighed. She just wanted to be good enough for him. 

Everything was so fancy and Cara thought all the men looked so handsome in their tuxes. She felt intimidated by the wives and girlfriends, especially the ones belonging to the players. Those women were tall and stunning, clothed in expensive designer dresses. Cara swallowed nervously and avoided eye contact. 

Jared introduced her around and she concentrated on smiling and making small talk but mostly she tried to be invisible. All she wanted was to get through this night and get back home to hide. 

"Cara," Jared suddenly said in an impatient tone. No wonder since she had been daydreaming about slipping into a warm bath. 

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" She smiled shyly at him. 

"I said you need to come meet James Walker. He's the star player."

"O-okay," she stammered, following Jared across the hall. She concentrated on walking carefully since she wasn't used to the high heels she wore. As she stopped at Jared's elbow he was already shaking hands with the tux-clad man. Cara's eyes rose up and up and up and up some more to focus on the face of James Walker. 

He was gorgeous. Huge. Intimidating. And smiling kindly at her. "Mrs. Quinn. It's lovely to meet you."

She put her tiny hand in his outstretched one. Her first surprise was when both of his dark, meaty paws closed over her pale delicate hand. Her second surprise came from the current of electricity that shot through her, which felt shockingly like desire.  

Finally, while he still held her hand, she found her voice. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Walker." Her smile was shaky but she met his dark, sensual eyes with her own. 

He squeezed her hand gently but unmistakably. "The pleasure is mine. Jared," his eyes seemed to hesitate to leave her but they did to focus on her husband. "Sinclair was looking for you. Something about a draft of a contract. Why don't you go find him?" His eyes shot back to Cara's. "I'll make sure your little wife avoids the boredom of that and entertain her somehow."

Cara could hardly breathe as Jared, focused on his job and nothing else, mumbled an apology and left them alone in the crowded hall. 

"There's a terrace through there," he indicated with a nod. "Join me?"

Cara could only nod and allow him to lead her there. Though she was disappointed when he released her hand, she shivered a bit when he settled his large hand at her lower back. It thrilled her that his fingers were able to span the entire width of her, his long fingers even curling slightly at her waist. 

Once outside, he didn't move his hand. They stood together at the railing and looked over the city. She was too nervous and aware of his hand on her to speak. But inside she ordered herself to calm down. He was only being polite and her reaction was ridiculous. 

"It's nice to step away from it all. Isn't it, Mrs. Quinn?"

Her throat was dry but she answered, "I suppose so. But, please, call me Cara."

He turned her so that they faced each other and he smiled down at her. "Cara. And you can call me James." Slowly, he moved closer. "I'm trying to be a gentleman here but it's difficult."

Her heart was beating loudly but she felt positive she heard him correctly. "A gentleman? About what?"

He lowered his head and quietly said, "About how badly I want to fuck you."

She should have gasped. Her mouth did fall opened. But she was so excited by his words, by his very presence, that she couldn't even feign shock. 

He backed her up until a wall blocked them from the glass doors of the hall. Once her back was against the railing on that side, he brought his body up against hers. Then, his mouth was at her ear. "I want you," he breathed against her. "I want you so badly it's difficult to stand here and not simply take you."

Cara's breathing was erratic and somehow her hands had settled at his waist and dug in there. "I-I'm married," she stammered. 

"So?" His tongue darted out and licked her neck. When she moaned, he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her against him. "Your husband has nothing to do with this. I want my dick in your pussy. Don't you?"

She couldn't think, couldn't answer him when he was surrounding her like this. She felt his erection against her stomach and it thrilled her. 

"Yes," she breathed, burying her face in his neck. 

"Say it, baby," he hissed. 

Desire shot through her. "I want your dick in my pussy." She had never said either of those illicit words before but would say them anytime he asked. Especially since it caused him to growl and devour her lips with his own.

No kiss Cara had ever experienced compared to the one James gave her then. It was all consuming. His lips barely explored one angle before he was adjusting them to another. And the whole time his hands rubbed and gripped her back before traveling down to grasp her backside. 

Cara moaned which caused James to grab her tighter, pushing her sensitive private areas against him. Then she starting thinking the way he talked. Her pussy was grinding against the hardness of his thighs. 

Though this was the most erotic and sexually satisfying encounter of her entire life, it wasn't enough. Cara found herself whimpering against him, straining to get closer. As if he read her mind, James no more than flicked his wrists to lift her up. His hands slid along the back of her thighs, encouraging her legs to wrap around him. Then, he worked her dress up to her waist so that his hands could settle at the near-naked globes of her ass.

Once his erection met the juncture of her thighs, they both lost control. They humped against each other wildly, his hands pulling her ass tightly against him. She threw her head back with a gasp and his lips immediately attached to her neck, licking and sucking any area he had access to. 

"I want to be inside you," he growled against her. 

She was the closest she had ever been to an orgasm. She knew if they kept this up she would finally accomplish what she never had before. "Please," she begged him. "I just need. . ."

But he knew before she finished the sentence. He worked his hand between them, easily holding her with his other arm. His fingers deftly found her soaked pussy and entered her. She gasped and dropped her face into the crock of his neck, her arms tight around his neck. 

Cara could hardly breathe as he inserted first one finger and then two, stretching out her tight pussy. 

"Jesus Christ!" he breathed. "You're so fucking tight! Have you ever been truly fucked?"

She could only shake her head against him. She hadn't. Not like this. Cara was finding more pleasure in the arms of this gorgeous stranger in the last ten minutes than she ever had with her husband in their three years together. Distantly, because she was on the brink of her first orgasm, she realized James had fingers longer and thicker than her husband's tiny penis. With a wild roll of her eyes, Cara came violently while wondering just how big the cock, that was currently inches from her drenched pussy, truly was. 

James moaned as she shook against him, finding and devouring her lips with his own. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers. "That was so fucking hot, baby." He still moved his fingers lazily inside her and her pussy continued to spasm around them. "I'd love nothing more than to drive my dick inside your tight little twat right now. But I'm afraid I'll hurt you because I'm in too much of a hurry. Plus I'm thinking we'll be missed soon if we haven't been already."

She nodded, her breathing so erratic she didn't trust her voice. And as she came down from her orgasm, she began to feel shy and embarrassed. 

"Hey," he whispered, noticing her withdrawal. "Don't pull away from me. Come here." He dislodged his fingers and wrapped both of his arms around her, squeezing her against him. "Cara . . ." His lips fluttered against her ear. "I want to see you again. Soon."

She tightened her arms around him and breathed, "I'm so scared."

"No one saw us, baby. I promise."

"No. I . . . I've never felt like this before," she admitted. 

James had a laugh that vibrated through her. "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said neither have I." Now he sighed and pulled back to meet her eyes. "This isn't over, okay?"

She nodded but wasn't really sure. Though she would have gone home with him right then and there, even if it meant walking out together in front of everyone, she knew the flush of this would wear off for both of them soon enough. Especially since as he slowly lowered her to the ground, she had never felt so cold and alone in her life. 

James pulled out his phone. "What's your number?"

Cara gave it to him and while he put it into his contacts, she adjusted herself and tried unsuccessfully to keep her eyes from his body. He looked even bigger now as she stood so close to him. She could hardly believe that she had moments ago been wrapped around his large frame, clinging to him while he drove her mad with desire. 

Shortly after that, they reentered the party. James escorted her back to her husband, who glanced at her with a small smile. Cara realized he had barely noticed she was gone. 

James spoke briefly to Jared and told them both he hoped to see them again soon. Cara watched him walk away but he turned and gave her a wink over his shoulder. Her sigh vibrated through her shaky legs. 

Turning back to Jared, she stood dutifully by his side knowing two things for sure. One, her life had just been changed forever and two, she would probably never seen James Walker look at her with such desire ever again. 

Cara Finally Feels Ch. 02



The rest of the party was rather dull. Cara played the good wife and stayed by Jared's side for the duration. But all the while she thought about James and the way his hands had they felt on her and inside her. And when she managed to spot him once or twice, his hot gaze was on her. Her pussy stayed wet the rest of the night. 

On the drive home, Cara retrieved her phone from the charger. She was thrilled to see a text from an unknown number, knowing it was James. 

'Can't wait to see you soon, baby. Next time, I'm getting you naked. And by the way, you taste AMAZING!'

At first, Cara thought he meant while kissing her he liked her taste. But with a sudden realization that sent a streak of lust through her, she knew he licked the pussy juice from his fingers after they had been inside her to drive her to her first orgasm. 

Because she wanted to shock him as much as he had shocked her, Cara texted him back. 

'Next time, I want to find out how YOU taste'

Almost instantly, she received a reply. 

'Your wish, my command'

"Why are you looking so happy?" Jared suddenly asked in a voice filled with curiosity. 

Cara thought fast, "Oh my cousin, Kristen just sent me this silly forwarded text."

Jared simply nodded. He thought everything her family did was silly which was why he was never eager to do anything with them. "Thanks for going with me tonight. I hope it wasn't too awful."

"It was much more . . . entertaining than I ever thought it would be," she admitted. 

"I hope Walker was polite to you."

Cara sat up straighter at the sound of James' last name. "He was. Is he normally not?"

Jared shrugged. "I don't know the guy too well but I've heard some stories. Luckily, I don't think you're his type."

Of course she wanted to ask question after question about those stories and what exactly has type was. The sudden burst of jealousy shocked her. But how could she ask her husband about a virtual stranger and play it off as simple curiosity? So she, as usual, played the good wife. "Well good thing I'm happily married so whether I'm James Walker's type or not is a moot point."

He smiled over at her before continuing to drive the rest of the way home. 

***

Over the next few days, Cara couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with James. She felt like she was in a constant state of arousal. But despite that, she was still not able to orgasm with her husband. Even though she tried to think of a James while Jared was grunting against her, it wasn't enough. She was beginning to think the only one who could make her cum was James. Her fear was that she'd never see him again.

James texted her on a daily basis, telling her he was between workouts or practices and just couldn't stop thinking about her. She would write back, flirting wildly and feeling such a thrill with the attention and the lust that filled her every time she read a text from him. But she tried to stay realistic. James was a player. 

After Jared's comments about James, Cara had turned to the internet. She scoured every story she could find about James Walker. Of course, she had to wade through his career accomplishments -- which were quite extensive. She was impressed but it was his personal life she sought information about. Eventually, she found it. James was at various clubs and bars every weekend. The media always spotted him due to his athletic reputation but also because he was gorgeous. The camera loved him. But as many pictures as there were of him, there was a different girl in every single one. And they were all stunningly beautiful. They were tall. They dressed well. The looked perfect on his arm, like they belonged there. Most of them were black like him but there were a few exotic Hispanic women and one or two blondes. 

To Cara, they all looked sexy, confident, and everything else she was not. She wondered if he texted them too. She wondered if he was having sex with one of them every night while she lay miserably under or beside her husband, dreaming of that party and the feelings a famous, incredible basketball player was able to coax from her. 

*** 

'Will you meet me Friday night?' 

Cara stared at the text from James. He sent it two hours ago but she couldn't write back to him. The party was two weeks ago. She had only been texting him back about once a day, even though he had begun texting her more frequently. Cara was scared. He would hurt her, she was convinced. In an effort towards self-preservation, she was trying to gain some distance. She didn't want to be another one of his girls that he fucked and forgot about it. Even though she knew a real relationship was impossible -- she was married after all -- she wasn't about to expose herself to a heartache. Because Cara knew herself, if she shared another encounter with James, her heart would become involved. 

Even now, she thought about how he had rested his forehead against hers so sweetly. But then she was mad at herself for dwelling on that. Just because he was incredibly nice to her, didn't mean he felt anything but lust for her. 

'Will you meet me Friday night?' 

She would have to answer him eventually. 

*** 

"I didn't realize these parties would be a frequent thing," Cara told Jared at the dinner table. 

He shrugged. "Me neither really. But then we didn't really know what to expect right? All I do know is this job has more to do with my social and bullshit skills than my law degree. It's way more about image than I ever imagined." 

Cara was panicking a bit. "Do I have to go? I mean, some of the guys are single so-" 

"You have to be there. Walker asked me to bring you." 

Good thing she hadn't taken a bite. She would have choked for sure. "He what?" 

"Walker. Remember you met him last time? You must have made quite an impression on him, honey. He came right up to me after the meeting today." 

She waited patiently for him to finish the story but when he didn't she took a calming breath so he wouldn't see her eagerness for information. "What did he say to you?" 

Jared looked up from his blackberry -- which was permanently attached to his hand. "Oh. He said, 'You're bringing Cara, aren't you, Quinn?' I told him you'd go of course and boy was he happy!" 

Her head was spinning and she forgot to say anything else through dinner. Cara had finally answered the text from James, telling him she couldn't meet him Friday night. When he asked her why and when would work for her, she had simply written back that she was pretty busy with a lot of things lately. Her vagueness had brought on a silence from him that she hated. She wanted him so badly even while she pushed him away. 

And now he'd found a way to make her be with him whether she wanted to be or not. Even while she thrilled that he was taking such a risk just to see her, she was terrified of what would happen between them. 

*** 

When she stood in front of the mirror, Cara took a calming breath and studied the result. Her dress was black and strapless. It ended above her knees with a flowed out skirt. Instead of putting her hair up, she had curled it and let it fall past and around her shoulders. Though she may look a bit younger with her hair down, the deep cleavage the dress displayed gave testimony to her maturity. Of course she didn't want to have the wish that James would like how she looked but it was there nevertheless. 

Her nerves were in overdrive but the night before, after another unsatisfying attempt at finding a release with her husband, Cara had come to a decision. She would let James fuck her if the situation presented itself. Just the thought had her insides turning over. But it was what she wanted. Her jealousies and insecurities would just have to be put aside. She would use him for the orgasm she was certain he would provide. Once she found her satisfaction through him, she would move on. It didn't have to be any more than a quick fuck to get them both off. That would be the end of it. 

Cara told herself this plan continually, hoping a time would come when she would actually believe it. 

*** 

This time, the party wasn't at some airy hall with fancy waiters and catered food. It was at one of the players' houses. The lights were low, the music was loud and there were more people there than before. And they weren't lawyers and accountants that filled the house. Mostly young people milled about with a few of Jared's coworkers and their dates. 

Cara immediately began looking for James but it was so dark, with strobe lights and canned lights flashed all around. She didn't see him anywhere. 

"I'm going to go talk to the guys out back where we can hear ourselves," Jared yelled over the amazingly loud DJ's beat. "Why don't you go over to the bar with the other wives? No use boring you all night with shop talk. You have your phone? I'll text you when I need to find you." 

She nodded at him, not even bothering to yell back at him or pretend she wanted to stay close to him. He was right. She didn't want to stand next to him all night and listen to him and his coworkers discussing briefs and contracts. Plus, if she was honest with herself she would have to admit all she was interested in was finding James. 

Making her way to the bar, Cara tried to see through the dark and crowd of people but it was impossible. Suddenly, she felt a hand close around hers. Startled, she looked over to see James pulling her behind him until they were in a deserted hallway. The music was still loud but not as deafening. She came to a stop with her back against the wall. James released her hand but loomed over her. 

At first, he just looked down at her, taking everything in from her loosely curling hair, to her black high heels. Then his eyes were on hers. She expected him to smile and tell her how good it was to see her or to tell her she looked good or sexy. But he just looked at her, his gaze intense. Finally, she broke the silence. 

"I almost didn't come tonight," she admitted. 

"Why not?" His voice was low, gravely and it thrilled her. 

She swallowed nervously. "I was scared, just like before." 

"Is that why you've been ignoring my texts? Or aren't you interested in me?" He scowled at her now, obviously not liking that idea one bit. 

"I'm scared of you. I told you that the last time." 

He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. "But I told you I won't hurt you." He took a step closer but still didn't touch her. "I promise." 

God, she wanted his hands on her. "I don't mean physically," she said in a weak voice. 

He moved a bit closer. "So maybe you mean how you've hurt me?" 

Her mouth dropped open. "What? How?" 

Again, he shook his head. "We're wasting time. Tell me what you want, Cara." 

Her eyes closed at the sound of her name from his lips and she whispered, "You." 

That's all it took. His hands grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against him, and his lips were on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, locking herself in his embrace. They devoured each other and she would have let him fuck her right there in the hallway where they could still hear the party only feet away from where they stood. 

His lips left hers to kiss along her jaw and journey to her ear. "Will you come upstairs with me?" 

She didn't hesitate. "Yes," she breathed into his neck. 

James released all but her hand again and quickly made his way to the stairs, towing her behind him. Speed seemed to be the most important thing at that moment and Cara ran to keep up with him but she was just as eager as he was. He obviously knew where he was going because it was pitch black but soon she sensed they entered a room and he led her to sit on the side of a bed and he stepped away. 

He turned on a lamp beside the bed and Cara simply watched as he shrugged out of his jacket and laid it aside, his eyes remaining on her while he toed off his shoes and socks. His fingers then began to unbutton his shirt and as each inch of beautiful black skin appeared, any ounce of Cara's doubt disappeared. 

"We're going to take this slow," he told her, his voice soft in the shockingly silent room. "I want you to tell me if you want me to stop. I don't want you to be scared, Cara. I want you to want me as much as I want you." 

"I do," she assured him. 

He pulled his shirt apart completely and peeled it down his arms. The expanse of his chest was shocking to Cara. He was so big. Everywhere. She couldn't wait to get her hands on him. Now his fingers were undoing his belt and his pants. As he slid them down his miles of legs, Cara's eyes widened. He stood before her in nothing but his boxers yet they didn't do much to hide the enormous display of his arousal. 

James held out his hand to her. "Come here, baby." 

This was the moment of truth. She didn't hesitate. She placed her hand willingly into his. 

He told her to take her shoes off while his fingers reached around her to pull down her zipper. His eyes stayed on hers as her dress pooled at her feet. As she stood, flat-footed in nothing but her strapless black bra and matching panties, he smiled at her. Then he lifted her so her legs would wrap around his waist. Cara instinctively grasped his shoulders and the muscles there amazed her. His hands grabbed her ass tightly. 

"I like you like this," he told her. "You're all wrapped around me and I can feel you." As if to demonstrate, he jerked his hips against her so that his erection pressed suddenly into her pussy and she gasped. His smile turned into a grin. "Baby, you make me so happy." 

"I want to," she admitted. "I've never felt like this. When you made me cum at that party, it was the first time." 

"Ever?" His smile had disappeared. 

Cara nodded. 

His forehead met hers in that way that just melted her. "Cara . . ." he breathed. "Oh, baby, I'm going to take care of you." 

Suddenly, tears burned behind her eyes but she shook herself. This wasn't about emotions, she reminded herself. This was about getting herself off with him so she could move on. With that in mind, she worked her hips against him. "Show me," she demanded.  

His eyes widened but he spun her towards the bed and broke her fall as they fell there. He started kissing her again, his hands exploring her skin. Finally, he unclasped her bra and pulled it from between them. When their bare chests met, plump breasts against a hard plain, they both groaned. 

Then he leaned back to look down at her, his eyes traveling down to her full chest. "Jesus, baby. Your tits are amazing." With that, he leaned down and immediately began sucking on first one nipple and then the other. 

Cara moved against him with abandon, loving the lust that surged through her. His lips, tongue, and teeth were bringing her closer to cumming than she had been since the last time they'd been together. The ache in her pussy had her ready to beg him just to make it stop. But she was enjoying these sensations too much to complain. 

As if he read her mind, James covered her panty-clad pussy with his hand. He put pressure there, encouraging her to move against him. Then, his hand was gone but before she could whimper a protest, he was easing her panties down her legs until she was able to kick them free. All the while, he suckled at her tits and she felt the sensations echo in her pussy. 

When his hand returned between her legs, he gasped. "Goddamn! You're so fucking wet, baby." He groaned against her nipples. She jerked her hips against his hand. "Oh yeah. I know you want it. Just let me get you ready." He made his way up to take her mouth with his again. When he plunged his tongue into her mouth, he mirrored the action with his fingers in her pussy. 

She couldn't help it. She screamed. Oh it felt so incredible. But he stopped immediately, scared he hurt her. She wanted to reassure him but all she could manage was a gasped, "Again," followed by a deep moan as her nails dug into his shoulders and sucked on his tongue to keep it inside her mouth. 

James didn't need to be told twice. He drove his fingers into Cara's pussy repeatedly, giving her immense pleasure but also stretching her in an attempt to make taking his generous cock easier for her. He added a third finger as she bucked wildly against him. "Cum for me, baby. Come on. I need to feel it." 

She did. She came wildly against his fingers, her pussy contracting as her juice soaked his whole hand. "Please," she begged. "Please, James." 

His breathing was labored as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. "Tell me what you need, baby. What do you want?" 

"I want . . . OH!" She came again as he kept stroking her and she felt her whole body clamp down to the concentrated area of his fingers. Eventually, she found her voice again. "I want you to fuck me, James. Please. I want your goddamn enormous cock in my pussy. Please." 

He groaned against her neck as his head fell there. "I love when you talk that way, Cara. God. You have no idea how you get to me." His fingers slowly left her pussy and he spread her legs as far as they would go. Reaching for his boxers, he removed them in record time. 

Cara saw his beautiful black dick for the first time and almost lost her nerve. It was thicker than her wrist and as long as her forearm if not longer. It would hurt she knew but she still wanted it. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything. "Fuck me," she told him. "Please, James. Fuck me with your cock." 

Both of his hands supported the monster between his legs. "I wouldn't want to deny you anything, baby." Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he moved towards her. When just the head of his cock met her pussy lips, he hissed. "Christ, I don't want to hurt you, baby." He entered her and his eyes closed. "Oh fucking hell, you're so goddamn tight. Jesus!" He fell forward but caught himself on his hands. "Pull your legs up. Put them around me, baby." 

She did as he instructed and breathed through the pain. It hurt more than she imagined it would have. But even with that, as each inch made its way inside her, Cara loved it. She felt so full, so right with his cock stretching her and filling her. And she never felt closer to another person as she did right then with James slowing working his enormous dick inside of her tiny pussy. 

He put his forehead against hers. "It's about halfway in. Damn, baby, you're doing so good. If you can't take any more, I understand. You feel amazing. Squeeze me." 

Not sure what to do, she tried to grasp him with her pussy walls and it worked. He moaned long and loud. "Give me more," she begged. "I want all of it." Sure it hurt but the pleasure and power she felt far outweighed the pain. 

Eventually, she forgot about the pain because James started bucked his hips and the friction inside her felt amazing. She lost track of her orgasms and moaned his name over and over again, begging him to fuck her and never stop. 

"I'm going to cum soon, baby," he breathed against her. "I want to cum inside you so badly. Can I?" 

"Yes," she hissed. Right then she could care less about what that meant. So she could get pregnant. So what? If Jared walked in the door right then, she wouldn't have done anything differently. She still would have said, "Cum inside me, James. Please. I want to feel your cum deep inside me." 

"Oh, baby, yes!" James was fucking her without abandon and she loved it. Then he plunged deeper than ever and became still. "Jesus! CARA! CARA! CARA!" 

She started cumming again and felt herself growing dizzy and faint as her legs and arms fell against the bed. His weight was on her and that didn't help her gain awareness but it felt wonderful. A smile spread across her face. Oh how the mighty fall, she thought. 

But then he rolled off of her and pulled her on top of his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist while his other hand buried in her hair. She could hear his heart beating wildly and feel how his breathing was erratic. Damn. She couldn't be falling in love with him. That wasn't part of the plan at all. But his arms held her even closer and she realized it was way too late.



Cara Finally Feels Ch. 03



Her first instinct was to get off the bed, put on her clothes, and go find her husband. But as Cara lay there, resting in the arms of the man who had provided her with the best sexual experience of her life, she just couldn't remember why. 

Yes, she was still afraid of being hurt by this man. He had a reputation of being a ladies man and she was already falling in love with him. But now all she wanted was to go with it. If he wanted to hold her all night, she would let him. If he let go of her and reached for his clothes, she would do the same and eventually move on with her life. 

His hand spanned her back and rubbed her gently. "Are you okay?" he asked her quietly. 

She couldn't help it. She had to look at him. Sitting up slightly, Cara looked into the gorgeous face of James Walker, star NBA player, and the man who had just fucked her thoroughly. His worried look melted her. "I'm more than okay. That was incredible."

He smiled at her and leaned up to kiss her softly. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you... Well, I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

"You didn't." She wanted to look away and avoid his deep brown eyes but she wanted him to understand her more. "I wasn't worried about you hurting me while we had sex. I was worried about after."

He pulled her on top of him until she was straddling him and grinned when she gasped. He was hard against her pussy. "I'm still not going to hurt you but I'm also going to show you what happens after."

James was already entering her as he pulled her hips towards him. Their combined juices coated his way and the pleasure was intense. Cara moaned. "What happens?"

"We do it again," he growled and thrust up into her. She came instantly. James didn't slow down though. He gripped her hips and humped against her. Then he leaned up and closed his mouth over one of her nipples, sucking urgently. 

Cara's eyes rolled back in her head as she picked up his rhythm and learned how to ride the black stallion underneath her. She loved how deep he was so quickly. She came again, gasping his name. 

"You're so hot when you cum like that, baby," he told her as he kissed a trail up her body until he licked her neck. "I love how you say my name when you lose control." He gave her a deep kiss, his hands holding her head to keep her there while his hips kept moving into hers. "Fuck! I can't believe how tight you are," he breathed against her. "I want to stay inside you forever." He groaned long and loud then. "I'm going to cum again, baby. You drive me so crazy I can't stop."

"I don't want you to stop," she panted. Cara moved her hips like lightning over him. 

"Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want. I love the way you talk dirty to me with your sexy little mouth." He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in rhythm with his hips. Then, as he moved his mouth along her jaw, she gave in to his request. 

"Fuck me, James," she moaned. "I love your big cock inside me. It's so deep and I love squeezing my pussy around it. Do you feel how wet I am? That's all for you. I never get wet like this unless I'm with you or thinking of you. Oh Christ!" Her orgasm hit her hard and she shuddered against him, finally falling forward until her lips were at his ear. "You're the only one who has ever made me cum," she whispered desperately. 

"Oh, Cara! I'm cumming, baby!" He squeezed her against him as he fucked wildly beneath her. "Jesus! CARA!"

She felt his cum burst inside her and it caused her to cum again, milking his dick for every last drop of his juice while shouting his name. She rode him relentlessly, never wanting the sensations to end. 

Cara eventually went limp and just lay there with her breathing and heartbeat erratically matching his. His arms stayed around her. She wondered how they looked, she, a short, tiny Asian girl, spread over him, a long-limbed, muscled black man. It was a erotic image in her mind even as she realized how temporary it was. 

She was sexually sated and falling in love with James but even with all of those feelings she could sense the minutes ticking by. They didn't have much time left. 

"Thank you," she told him quietly, fighting the tears she felt threatening. 

James moved his hands over her back. "You've nothing to thank me for, Cara. All of this was extremely selfish of me." He pulled her up so he could see her face. "I wanted you at all costs, from the moment I looked down at you at that boring ass party. This is what I wanted. To be with you like this."

"Me too," she admitted. "I've wanted you too."

"Then why did you ignore me? I tried to arrange something, to find a way for us to be together, and you pushed me away."

She slowly moved away from him and sat beside him, pulling a sheet up over her body. "It was my attempt at self preservation. I was overwhelmed with this lust for you. I never felt it before and you . . . Well look at you!"

He reached for the sheet and yanked it from her. "Look at you. Christ, Cara! Don't ever hide your body from me. It's amazing. You're amazing." He reached for her and grasped her face between his hands. "This is overwhelming for me too but ignoring it won't make it go away."

"That's why I'm here. I couldn't stop myself." She kissed him softly. "I want you."

"Cara, can -"

Just then her phone went off. 

"Shit!" She scrambled from the bed to locate her purse from the pile of clothes on the floor. Finding her phone inside, she read the text. "Jared is looking for me." She texted him back. "I'm telling him I'm in the bathroom but I suppose I should get dressed and -" She looked at James sitting on the bed, his eyes watching her with such dejection. Her shoulders slumped. "I don't want to go."

He reached out a hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her back against him. He only held her but it was enough. 

***

By the time Cara made her way back to her husband's side, she was feeling depressed and rejected. Though James seemed to want to say things to her when they parted, he had simply kissed her sweetly and hugged her tightly. She fought tears as she embraced him back but she didn't beg him to never let her go. 

Would this be the end? she wondered. Would she ever see him again? Cara didn't know anything for sure but when Jared looked down at her with an absent smile like he had so many times before, she realized that she couldn't go on like this. She didn't want to be married to him anymore, not when James made her feel all of these amazing things. 

Though she knew there was more to life than sex, she also knew that she couldn't be in a relationship where the sex was so incredibly unsatisfying. She suddenly decided that she would end her marriage and find a man who made her feel wanted, desired, and fulfilled - even if that man wasn't James. 

***

'When can I see you?'

'I can meet you tonight. Where?'

'My house?'

'Are you sure?'

'Baby, I'd like to take you out somewhere but I doubt you want that. Though really I do just want you alone & all to myself.'

'I want that too. To be alone with you.'

'Can you be here by 6?'

'Yes.'

'Can't wait.'

'Me neither.'

A variation of this text conversation happened between Cara and James over the next few weeks. They were able to be together at least once a week, thanks to Cara telling her husband she joined a book club that met once a week. 

Quietly, she began the proceedings for a divorce as well but she was having trouble with it. Her only income was from Jared and filing for divorce was expensive. Her lawyer was very helpful and understanding. He assured her half of Jared's money would be hers once it was finalized but she hated to think like that. She didn't want his money. She just wanted to be free. 

The more time she spent with James, the more deeply she fell in love with him. Though they spent a lot of time in bed together - well and having sex on any other surface they could manage - they also talked a lot and truly got to know each other. He made her laugh all the time and he often looked at her with such contentment that she never wanted to leave his side. 

***

It was late and Cara knew she had to leave soon. But when James had tossed her on the bed and towered over her, his erect dick helping him to part her already spreading thighs, she relented. Especially after he growled, "Just one more time. . . "

It was intense as it often was towards the end of the night. He stared in her eyes and fucked her furiously. For the first time, though, he said to her, "You're mine, Cara. Look at me. You belong to me. Tell me. Tell me you're mine."

An orgasm slowly rolled through her as he bucked inside her and she gripped him tightly. "I'm yours. Only yours, James. I belong to you and only you. Please! Never let me go. Never."

"Never, baby, never." He started groaning loudly and his lips were at her ear. "Leave him," he whispered furiously. "Please, Cara. Let me take care of you forever. Belong to me."

She stretched her neck back as she came again and moaned his name. Then, she gasped, "Yes . . . Yes! I love you, James. Only you."

Suddenly, he jerked roughly against her and she felt him cumming and cumming inside her. "Goddamn it! CARA! Jesus! CARA!"

As he eventually rested against her, her mind was reeling. What had just happened? Did he really ask her to leave her husband for him? Had she really agreed? Oh no! Had she told him she loved him? If only this bed would swallow her up from her embarrassment. 

He rolled from her and sprawled on his back while they both recovered. "I meant it," he said, still panting a bit. "Every word. None of this in the heat of passion bullshit. I meant it," he repeated. 

Finding the courage in his honesty and the fact that he wasn't looking at her, Cara admitted, "I did too. Every word."

Then he was leaning over her, looking into her eyes as if searching for the truth of her words. "You'll leave him? For me?"

She nodded slowly. "I've already started the process."

James sat up and gripped her upper arms, pulling her up with him. "What are you saying? Tell me."

"I have a lawyer and I'm filing for divorce. I-I can't stay married to him."

He hugged her to him. "I've wanted to hear you say that forever it seems. Oh, baby, I'm so happy right now. You have no idea."

Cara slid her arms around his neck and returned his embrace. "I might have some idea."

Laughing, he said, "I suppose you do." He looked into her eyes, pulling away. "How soon can it happen? I want you here, with me."

She thrilled at his words but shook her head. "It's taking awhile because there's no fault. I can't file based on anything he's done wrong." She gave a shrug. "It would actually be easier if he would file because of my adultery. It would be simpler."

He shook his head. "I'm trying to process this. When did this start?"

Cara slowly got out of his bed and began to dress while he watched her. "Honestly it probably started the night you and I met. I knew there was more to life than the way I was living it with him. Because I had always thought there was something wrong with me, that it was my fault for never enjoying intimacy. Then I met you and I knew there was nothing lacking with me." She smiled slightly as she pulled her shirt over her head. "But I made the final decision after that last party. I knew I couldn't go on that way even . . . even if it wasn't with you."

"What?" He stood from the bed in all his naked glory, distracting Cara from her train of thought. James got in front of her to look into her eyes. "What are you saying? You're leaving your husband for someone other than me?"

She had to shake her head and look away from the magnificence of his body. "I'm leaving my husband for me. Because I deserve better."

His stance visibly relaxed but his movements were still angry as he stabbed his legs into his pants. "I get that. I mean as much as I want you to tell me you can't stand another second of not being with me, I get that you need to do this for yourself." He rested his hands on her shoulders. "I just hope this isn't over between us."

Cara looked at him. Was he seriously worried? Every time he wanted to be with her she felt relieved and, perhaps pathetically, grateful. How could he doubt her? "As long as you want me, I'm here," she told him. 

James wrapped his arms around her, gently nudging her head to rest on his chest. "I already told you. I want you forever."

Though she returned his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, Cara couldn't help but wonder if he would ever love her the way she loved him. 



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I could make this the ending but if people want more, I'll continue. I love this story but maybe it's not hot enough for this site? If I get even one comment asking for more, I'll keep going.  



Cara Finally Feels Ch. 04



Spare time was an awful thing sometimes. Cara used to like the days she spent while her husband was at work. She would clean, cook, do laundry, read, shop, and just be content. Now, though, the idle time drove her insane it seemed. 

It gave her too much time to think. She wasn't thinking about her husband, Jared. He was too boring for her to waste any time thinking much about. No, her thoughts mostly centered on the man she spent one evening a week with: star player in the NBA, James Walker. 

He had awakened her to the only sexual pleasure she had ever experienced in her life and she was completely in love with him. Cara already decided to leave Jared but the process was longer (and more expensive) than she ever imagined. 

She needed a job. Jared would hate it but she didn't have a choice. Not only would she need money to file for divorce but once the divorce was final she would need a way to support herself. Her lawyer promised she would have a small fortune from her share of Jared's money but that made her feel awful. 

Plus James was getting very impatient. Just last night they talked about her divorce. 

"I don't get it," he said as they sprawled naked on his living room floor. "Why is it taking so long?" He snaked one of his mile long black arms around her tiny waist and pulled her close. "I want you all to myself. Finally." He nuzzled at her neck. 

"You have me all to yourself. You're the only one I want." She pulled his gorgeous face up to hers and kissed him long and hard. "You're the only one I want to be with." She kissed down his neck. "You're the only one I want in my bed." As her lips fastened over one of his nipples, she looked up at him with a smile. "Or, more accurately, your bed."

"Cara..." he groaned in that way that shot desire through her. "Baby..."

"Hmm...?" She licked delicately at his navel. 

"Take me inside," he begged, panting. 

Cara did as he asked but not how he expected. When her lips closed around his giant, black cock, he sat up and screamed her name. This was new. He had never asked her to do this and she had never tried it. But her curiosity over the act had been building. If she knew he would taste this delicious, she would have done it long ago. 

"Goddamnit!" he yelled, as she began to suck the short amount of his dick that she could fit in her tiny mouth. He looked down into her deep, Asian eyes, taking in her layers of dark hair, and he threw his head back with a long groan.

Cara worried that her lack of experience would show but she tried to at least be enthusiastic. His reaction was comforting at least and she worked to satisfy him. 

"Stop," he gasped, breathlessly. He reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her head up and off him. "I'm about to cum, baby. I don't want to do it in your mouth. Come here." He took her mouth in a deep kiss, his hand stroking her tits and down to her pussy as she straddled his lap. Groaning against her mouth, he growled, "Christ! You're so fucking wet, baby."

"For you," she breathed. "Only for you."

"I know and it drives me wild. Cara! I need to be inside you, baby. Now!" He lifted her and once his rigid cock lined up with her soaked pussy, he drove inside. They both moaned as their hips moved against each other. James gripped her ass tightly, grinding her into his cock. "Fuck yeah! I love your ass! Say it, baby! Say it!"

She knew what words he wanted. "I love you. Oh, fuck me, James! Fuck me hard! I love your huge cock inside me and I love you . . . so much! Only you, James. Only you."

"Yeah, baby! I'm cumming!" He raised her ass and slammed it down into him repeatedly until she was withering against him. When his cum shot inside her she let her orgasm burst out from her. 

Cara's head fell to his shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around her. 

"Goddamn!" he panted. "Is it better every time?" he asked her. 

"I don't know about better but it's amazing every time." She kissed the side of his neck. "All I want is to crawl into bed with you right now and stay the night in your arms."

"Let me get my breath back and I'll carry you there."

"But I have to go," she said regretfully. 

James lifted her head, threading his fingers through her hair and looking into her eyes. "Our season starts soon," he told her. "We'll be on the road a lot."

She nodded. She knew this, though she tried to keep the thought from her head. What would she do for weeks on end without him? And would he be with other women on the road? Cara loved him but they had never talked about their relationship in respect to exclusivity. She just wasn't sure. 

"I'll miss you," she said quietly, honestly. 

James squeezed her against him. "That's why I wish the divorce was final. I want you with me, Cara."

"On the road?" She was startled. 

"Yeah. I mean it's not the best situation but it's gorgeous cities and nice hotel rooms. Plus we could be together every night and you could come to the games. That's what I want. I keep thinking about being able to look into the crowd and see you or at least just know you're there watching. It would be the best." He kissed her and her heart melted when he rested his forehead on hers. 

This couldn't happen. As much as she wanted the life he described she had to be realistic. Cara was in the middle of a divorce and she needed to find a job to support herself. Plus she couldn't imagine James wouldn't be happier going to clubs with fans instead of coming "home" to her every night. She remembered her research and the pictures of his life. That was reality. 

She gave him a quick kiss before pulling away to begin to get dressed. "Sounds ideal but I can't just take off in the middle of all this. Hell, I haven't even told him yet. I've got to get my nerve up for that." She was rambling but couldn't stop. "I have so many papers to go through and the lawyer bills keep piling up. I'm looking for a job but it's not easy. I have a few interviews lined up but who will hire me with no experience? I'm hoping to get something entry level but-"

"Wait."

In her haste to dress and avoid his eyes, Cara hadn't realized James was up and almost fully dressed beside her. Oh God. What had she said? "What?" she asked, warily. 

"You need money?"

Twisting her fingers in front of her she tilted her head. "Well, yes. This divorce is way more expensive than I thought and when it's over my lawyer says I'll have half his money but that doesn't seem right. Either way, I'm going to have to support myself somehow."

"Cara." James seemed to have trouble finding the words he wanted to say. "Are you serious? You . . . All this time . . . Have you been worried about money all this time?"

"I have to be."

"Christ, are you serious?" He started pacing around the room, muttering to himself. 

She wasn't sure why he was so annoyed. Sure he had money, tons of money. He didn't really have to worry about anything like this. But she had to. What choice did she have? "What's wrong?" she finally asked him. 

James kept pacing and glared at her. It startled her because he was always so sweet and patient with her. Finally he stopped and put his hands on his hips as he faced her. "I want to pay for your divorce."

Her mouth opened but no sound came out so she closed it again. 

"I don't want you to argue with me about this, Cara. I know you have pride and all that but this isn't about taking away your independence. This is about me getting what I want, which is you, all to myself at last." He stalked close to her, grasping her shoulders. "I want him out of your life, baby. Forever."

She nodded, struggling to process what was happening. "I-I still have to get a job."

"If that's what you want to do, go for it. But not because you have to or because you're scared you won't be provided for once the divorce is final. I'll take care of you, Cara. I promise you that."

*** Jared was shocked to say the least. Cara had known what to expect when she told him about the divorce. He wasn't the type to be violent. If she was scared of him, she definitely would have allowed James to be here as he offered. Yes that would have been incredibly awkward but she would not have been scared of Jared with James there. 

"Isn't there anything we can do to work this out?" Jared asked. "I mean, consoling or something?"

The obvious answer was no. She didn't want to work on their marriage. She was in love with James. But was it fair to make excuses? Cara had thought about this for a long time. If she stayed with James for awhile, odds were Jared would know they were together. Cara had decided he needed to know the truth now. 

"I don't think that would help," she answered at last. "I'm sorry, Jared, but I-I've fallen in love with someone else."

"Oh," he said quietly. "Is it . . . Do I know him?"

"Yes."

"It's Walker isn't it?"

Cara gasped. She couldn't help it. And she didn't bother denying it. "How did you know?"

Jared sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "I had my suspicious the night you first met him. You looked . . . different. Then, when he insisted you come to that house party . . . Well I put it together."

"I'm really sorry, Jared." She sounded like a broken record but she couldn't help it. What else could she say?

He nodded. "I don't know what to say to you, Cara. I'm not going to fight you on the divorce because what would be the point of making us both miserable? But I . . . I need you to leave. Now."

"I understand. I'm -"

"Just go, Cara. Please."

*** Maybe she should have called first, Cara worried as she stood before the door. This was the first time she knocked on his door without him knowing ahead of time that she was coming. What is James was with someone else? 

Her heart thudded wildly but she figured if she had the nerve to tell her husband she wanted a divorce she could knock on a simple door. 

Once James opened the door, she easily read his excitement. "Hey, baby!" He pulled her in and hugged her tight. "This is a surprise." He was smiling but seemed to recognize her nerves as he pulled away to look at her. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry to just show up here. I mean without calling first. You could be busy or, um, entertaining or-"

"Cara?" James rubbed his hands up and down her arms. "What's going on?"

She swallowed. "Are you alone?"

"Yes. I just got back from . . . Wait . . . Did you think I'd have some other girl here?"

Cara looked away from his shocked gaze. "Yes-No-I mean I just thought maybe since you weren't expecting me . . ."

He rolled his eyes and pulled her inside. They sat down on the couch before he said, "Look, I'm not interested in anyone else. I only want you."

She nodded. "I told Jared."

"About us?"

A laugh bubbled up without her expecting it. "He already knew."

"You're kidding me."

"No. I guess I'm not as good at cheating as I thought. Or, more accurately, he was paying closer attention than I thought."

"Wow . . . So how did he take it?"

"He was surprised about the divorce. He told me to leave."

James hugged her. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry."

"Why do I feel like crying?" she asked, sniffling against his shoulder. "This is what I wanted."

He rubbed her back and let her rest against him. "All endings are sad even if you wanted them to happen I guess. Like graduating. When you're in school, all you can think about is getting out. But once you're faced with saying goodbye to that way of life, it's bittersweet."

She laughed softly. "You're such a philosopher. I love it." She pulled away to kiss him. "And I love you."

He pulled her back to kiss her more deeply. It was awhile before either of them came up for air. 

"So it's done?" he breathed against her neck. 

"All that's left is for him to sign the papers. It shouldn't take more than a few weeks."

His mouth traced her collarbone. "Then you're mine?"

Cara pulled his beautiful dark face up to meet his eyes. "I've always been yours, from the moment our eyes met."

He stood up and pulled her up with him. With little effort, he picked her up. Automatically, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her out of the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. She took advantage of the time to kiss him all over, making his hands tighten on her ass which thrilled her. 

Once he stood at the door of his four poster bed, he slowly lowered her to the floor. He allowed himself to sink into a deep kiss again before he gently undressed her. She did the same to him. Then, to her surprise, he turned her around and began running his hands all over her. 

When he leaned down over her, his hands slid down her arms and he wrapped her hands around the bed post. "Don't let go," he growled into her ear and Cara shuddered. She could feel his cock against her ass and she instinctively rocked back against him with a moan. "That's it, baby. Feel me and what you do to me."

She felt his hand slip between her legs, his fingers slipping inside her. With a hiss at the wetness he found there, James moved first one, two, and finally three fingers in and out of her wet pussy. 

"Please . . . " she begged urgently. 

His free hand slid around and covered her tit, groping and pulling at her long hard nipple. She moaned again and he said, "Tell me what you need, baby. I have to hear you say it." His fingers increased their movement and her hips bucked wildly against them.

"Oh James!" she shouted. "Oh yes! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me, James! Give me your big black giant cock! I need it, James! Please! FUCK ME!"

But he didn't. He kept finger fucking her but he didn't give her his cock, not even when she began to whimper. "Cara . . ." he said slowly. "I need the words, baby. Give them to me."

She was reeling and couldn't comprehend what he meant at first. But then she felt the overwhelming emotions for this man and she knew. "James," she gasped. "James, I love you. I love you more with everyday. You're the only one for me. The only one I've ever loved. The only one I ever will love. Please . . . Please, James. I love you so much. Please fuck me!"

He kissed a trail up her back until his lips were suddenly at her ear again. His fingers slid out of her as he growled, "Your wish, my command," and plunged his cock all the way inside her.

There wasn't much talking after that. James let out a few expletives and Cara cried a bit. It was the fiercest fucking either one of them had ever experienced as he repeatedly drove his long beautiful black cock into her little white pussy over and over and over again. His hands alternately grasped her tits and hips, forcibly plowing into her as she encouraged him to do just that. 

Eventually, James came hard inside her though Cara had already lost track of her own orgasms. He cradled her gently as they lay together on the floor afterwards, trying to breathe again. 

"I love you, Cara," James said against her neck. 

She turned to look at him, convinced she heard him wrong. "What did you say?"

He smiled at her and tightened his grip. "I said, I love you. Maybe I have all along. I know I almost told you several times. But today, when you came to me, I knew for sure. Just like I know something else."

She was shocked. Even while a warmth of contentment spread through her, Cara wasn't sure how she got so lucky. "What else is there?" she asked him with a brilliant smile. 

James kissed her until she thought he wasn't going to answer her. Then, his lips were at her ear again when he said, "I want you to marry me."

Of course, she did. 

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I really enjoyed writing this story. I hope everyone enjoyed reading it. Thanks