The Unconventional Mistress(12)

She rode my cock like it was her own personal joystick. I’d learned last night that this was fast becoming my favorite position to fuck her in. I had access to all the goodies this this way.

I had my hands full of her fine ass and a mouth full of tit while she slid up and down my staff, taking all of me by the third stroke down. I moved her ass back and forth using her pussy to jerk my cock while I nibbled and sucked on her tit flesh.

Her hands made fists in my hair and she made those sweet noises that go straight to my dick and when I pulled her head back and looked into her eyes, the look I saw there made something soft and sweet unfurl in my chest.

I have no experience with that feeling, but I was pretty sure I knew what it was. In life there are few moments that you make note of, certain things that you never want to forget no matter how old you may grow.

Some are benign, like the day you made your first million, or billion. The first deal you closed. I always thought those would be the things I wanted to remember forever, that they were the most important things in my life, but now I know what the most important moment in my life was going to be from this day on.

It’s the moment I looked into her big beautiful eyes and felt something that I knew was going to be the best thing I ever feel for the rest of my days. I bet she was wondering why I suddenly pulled her to me so roughly, why I covered her lips in a kiss that promised to consume her.

Or why the hands on her ass moved up and around her waist, and back, to hold her closer. Or why my strokes into her changed, from hurried and fast, to slow and sweet.

And the way I kissed her then, I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone that way before. I put my whole heart into that kiss, and hoped that it wasn’t too much too soon.

My men hadn’t found anything yet, apart from her life here. On paper it seems her life didn’t begin until she moved here almost five years ago, which makes no sense.

I didn’t have any doubts about her though, which is strange because I usually don’t trust anyone until they’ve proven themselves, which can take years.

But I watched this woman sleep last night, you can tell a lot about a person from the way they sleep. She sleeps the sleep of the innocent. Putting aside the fact that I’d seduced her into my bed on our first meeting. I can only hope that she did it for the same reasons I did. Instant attraction, uncontrollable lust.

So though it’s usually my way to wait until I have all the facts before moving forward, I didn’t feel the need with her. I figured she was either hiding from someone, or she’s like those entertainment types who use pseudonyms.

In which case I’m either going to have to protect her, or wait for her explanation. Either way I still have to wait on my men to get back to me, but in the meantime, I’m breaking all of the rules. Rules I’d set in place for myself long ago and have always abided by. Until now!

Even though there was a part of me that wanted to hold back, it wasn’t strong enough to fight the attraction, the want, the pressing need.

That’s why I’m fucking her in the back of the limo five minutes after picking her up from work. Two things I’ve never done, and until a day ago wouldn’t have thought possible.

There was just something…. “I missed you.” I had one hand tightly fisted in the hair at the back of her head and the other on her plump ass when I growled those words into her mouth.

Her response was to bite my lip and squeeze my cock with her pussy muscles as her body shook with a mini orgasm. Just from words alone. Is it any wonder I’d found it hard to get her off my mind all day? So passionate.

No one has ever enjoyed my cock this much and showed it. I’m accustomed to more genteel women. Women who pretend to be one thing when underneath they’re really another.

With her, her openness is refreshing, everything about her is. Maybe that’s part of the attraction, that I’ve finally found someone who don’t give a damn about my bottom line. And why does that make me want to give her more than I’ve ever given before?

“You’re making me crazy.” Since when did I start having running conversations while I fuck? Since she twisted me around and turned my world upside down.

Now I have to guard myself against saying too much, giving too much of myself away. Something I conquered when I was barely out of middle school.

But now, with her, it feels like everything I’ve learned, everything I thought I knew has flown out the window. It’s only been one night, one night of incredible passion, and already she has me rethinking everything I know about myself.

Everything felt so new with her, like it was my first time trying and it was all so exciting, like there was something extra special about us being together this way. And that made having her somehow better than anyone else that came before her.

I didn’t even want to think about anyone else , couldn’t even picture a face, remember a name. She’d wiped my mind clean of everything else but her.

It was strange to feel this way. In fact, from the moment I first laid eyes on her, I haven’t been myself. I’m like a whole new person when I’m with her. Someone I like.





STEPHANIE





This is crazy, I had no intentions of going back to his place again. I had planned to let him know that once I got into his car. But as soon as he turned those eyes on me, added to his reaction when he thought I didn’t like the candy, and he’d sucked me back in.

I was almost ashamed of myself after the third or fourth time I came on his cock as his driver went around the park for maybe the second time. What must he think of me? Both of them.

That feeling didn’t last long however, especially not with Jonas, though the jury was still out on Reggie. And the reason it didn’t last in the backseat where I was still sitting impaled on his cock while he sucked on my erect nipple, is because when he popped that nipple out of his mouth and grabbed the hair at my nape, pulling my head down to his, I forgot how to think clearly.

“Are you sore?” How the hell can he make that sound so sexy? So sexy in fact that I lied. I shook my head no and he bit my lip. “Don’t lie to me.” I whimpered in my throat at that tone.

I would’ve had ten of his babies if he’d just keep fucking and talking to me just like that. Everything in me became weak and I flooded his cock with cunt juice. Just from his tone. Is there any wonder that I was feeling completely lost and out of my depth here?

“Answer me, are you hurting?”

“A little.” My voice came out soft, and barely above a whisper. It was a voice I haven’t heard since I grew out of pigtails.

He rubbed my ass tenderly and I finally got it. I got what it was about him that pushed all my buttons. I feel womanly, feminine; desirable when I’m with him. That can become very addictive and he was very good at it.

His hand smoothed over the flesh of my ass while he stroked into me softer. It’s things like this that makes it feel like he’s taking care of me when so often I’m the one doing the caring for someone else.

We tasted each other’s mouths as he held his cock still inside me after I admitted to being sore. I felt it thumping against my walls and just that, with his hand on my ass and the other in my hair, holding me in place, was enough to rev me up again.

He waited for me to cum before lifting me off of his cock and laying me on the seat across from ours. I started to pull my dress back into place but he stopped me when he came over to me.

Instead of getting on top of me like I expected, he buried his head between my thighs after promising to lick away the ache.

Nothing, and I mean nothing had ever felt as good as his tongue rubbing against those aching places deep inside me. I moved my ass all over that leather seat, humping myself on his face like a bitch in heat.

I wanted his cock in me again, but that tongue that wicked-wicked tongue, and the things he did with it. He made me want to do things with him I never contemplated before.

All those things I used to think big girls like me couldn’t possibly do in the bedroom, was now on the table. I knew that from the strength in his arms. He’d carried me to bed last night hadn’t he?

No reason he can’t lift me and walk around the room with his cock buried deep inside me. I’ve always wanted to try that. And so much more. Dare I push the limits? What if he balked?

He did something with his tongue on my clit before digging it into me. It set off fireworks behind my eyes and mother of all things I never felt anything like it in my life, and my greedy pussy wanted it all now. His mouth, his cock, his fingers. I think she’d take his balls as well if he could fit them in.

I came so hard in his mouth I thought for sure I’d broken a tooth or two, I know I pulled a few strands of hair from his head. And he still wasn’t done with me yet.

He nipped the flesh of my inner thighs, one after the other, and licked at my leaking slit again. He was trying to get his ass suffocated.

“Gimme a minute, woo, damn!” I am so screwed. My snatch was overly sensitive when he slid two long thick fingers inside of me and licked my clit at the same time, the fiend.

Far from giving me time to catch my breath, he amped things up a little. Fingering me while he licked my clit and then switching up, with his fingers playing with the sensitive nub while his tongue ran circles inside me.

My poor heart was about to give out. I’d never experienced such mind blowing pleasure all at once, and the way he was acting it was like he was just getting started. There were no rushed moves, like he needed to be somewhere else.