“Andrew!” I gasp for breath. His hand presses against my mound, a place no one has ever touched other than myself. “Andrew, don't stop!”
When his hand slips under my panties, a finger dips between my folds. He gently rubs my pussy, pushing the lips apart to slide his fingers up and down my slit before gently penetrating me with his fingertip. It doesn't go too deep.
I'm excited and jittery about him masturbating me, pushing my panties aside and kissing me. I want his lips on me at all times, his fingers exploring every part of me.
Pushing myself towards his hand, I shudder with the pleasure his finger gives me. His thumb rubs gently against my clitoris. It feels even better than when I touch myself there. Much better. It sends tingling waves through my whole body.
I rest my head against his shoulder and let him hold me, cradle my body close to his as he manipulates my pleasure zones. He pulls my bra down, exposing one of my breasts. My nipple is hard, sticking out towards him and beckoning his mouth to engulf it. He sucks and kisses on my breast, savoring the taste of my skin on his tongue.
Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of me and shoves me against the wall. Picking me up a little, he wraps one of my legs around his torso and unzips his pants.
“Are you ready for this?”
“Andrew, I'm really not ready to get pregnant,” I whine, gripping his shirt. He pulls his cock out and presses it against my slit.
“I'm going to tease you, mercilessly, until you beg me to cum in you. I'm going to bring you close to orgasm over and over again. I'll leave you a whimpering, moaning mess until all you can think about is my cum inside of you.” He starts to move his hot prick over my velvety labia. It's wet from my own juices.
At first I'm sure I'll never want him to cum in me. I'm not on birth control and never have been, and I know I'm at my most fertile right now.
But as his cock slides up and down my slit, my clit grows warmer and my desire grows deeper. Soon I'm panting and a strange need to be filled up comes over me.
I want him to cum in me.
“Say it,” he says. I try to hold back, because I know the consequences are huge. Andrew could drop me like any one night stand, and no one will ever believe it if he knocks me up.
But he bites my neck again and I melt into him, and it's all over. “Fffffuck,” I cry. “Cum in me! Please! I'll do anything, I'll let you cum anywhere, just please fill me up!”
“Beg me more,” he commands.
“Andrew, I want... no, I need your seed inside of me! If you cum in me I'll almost definitely become pregnant and I want it! I want it so bad, so please! Pleeeeease!” I whine, writhing to try and coax him into entering me.
“You're so wet,” he moans into my ear. I shiver with anticipation and frustration. He presses into me slowly, almost gently, before popping himself in fully and shoving his whole cock into me. Andrew gently pulls almost all the way out, before slamming himself back into me. And again, and again, he slowly fucks me. Each thrust, he picks up his speed.
I moan and hold him closer. My arms wrap around his shoulders and my legs around his torso, and he fucks me hard. His thick prick keeps pumping in and out of me, his hands holding my hips so that he controls my movements as well as his.
I can feel my pussy spasming as I orgasm, but he keeps fucking me as stars burst in front of my eyes. And then I feel my second orgasm build, and Andrew reaches in front of me and presses his hand against my clit.
Andrew tenses up, and I know he'll be cumming soon. And against all rationality, against the alarm bells going off in my head, I hold him tighter. I hold him closer. He presses against me too, the heat of our bodies almost unbearable.
He orgasms, and his hot spunk swarms my womb. I feel hot strips of cum hit my cervix. I pant and dig my fingernails into Andrew's shoulder, moaning like a mad woman.
Andrew helps me to my feet, though my knees wobble beneath me. I fall to the floor.
“Whoa! Hey!” He scoops me up into his arms and brings me to the bedroom, laying me down. He gets onto the bed with me, laying next to me. Stroking my hair, he smiles. A sense of warmth and safety washes over me and, in time, I drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I open my eyes. Birds are chirping outside, and I think I hear people downstairs. I look over and see Andrew sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his lap or his hands.
“Who is that downstairs?” I ask, my voice groggy. Andrew looks back at me and smiles, his skin shimmering in the sunlight leaking in.
“My cooks. I have to eat well to keep up my muscle mass. Hey, I was wondering... do you feel any different?”
I think for a moment. Resting a hand on my stomach, I look up at the ceiling. I feel a little sick, but I know it's too early to be sure. “I don't know.”
He watches me, then nods. “Okay. Well, I have something for you.” He turns around, and he reveals he's been holding a small box.
“What is it?” I ask.
“A promise. If you are pregnant, I will marry you. Maybe even if you aren't. I don't know if you felt the same chemistry I did, but... Well, I'm a bit of a romantic. I believe in love at first sight.”
My eyes well up with tears. To think that just yesterday I was with that wretch of a man, Aaron, and now I'm in bed and possibly with child... a basketball star's child! It's overwhelming. It's exciting, too.
“Would that be acceptable? Or do you want me to get you a ride home?”
I reach my hand out and place it on his. He looks down at my hand and waits for my answer. He looks worried, but he doesn't have to be.“I think I want to stay,” I say.
A month later, I get tested at the doctor. And I am pregnant! Andrew kept his word and slipped a gorgeous, huge diamond ring on my finger.
I don't know if I believe in love at first sight, but I do believe that what Andrew and I have is real love. Maybe it started out at revenge and a one night stand, but what we have now? It's truly romantic, amazing, dizzying love.
My White Bodyguard
Interracial Urban Erotica
Asia Marquis
Noah settled into the seat and tried not to show the pleasure on his face. The client was between his legs, her mouth attached to his cock and bobbing up and down. He felt her lips on him, every little shift bringing him greater pleasure.
He struggled to maintain his aloof, commanding expression. He put a hand on her head, gently. She would stop when she wanted to, and he knew it would be soon. Wasting his cum in her mouth would be an expensive mistake.
She bobbed her head faster, and he thought that perhaps he would need to revise his opinion. And then, when he felt himself nearing the edge, ready to finish—it would mean double rates, after all—she stopped.
Noah found himself revising his opinion of this woman again: she was devious, this one. He could see in the way that her lips curled up as she pulled away from his cock, that she knew exactly how close she’d gotten, and she enjoyed the frustration that she knew he was feeling even as he hid it from her.
The client let her shirt, unbuttoned, fall from her shoulders. Her pants were practically a second skin, and she peeled them away revealing a thick ass and perfect legs. Sometimes, Noah thought, the job had it’s perks. Then she pulled her panties down, kicking them away, and she bent over. He could see the folds of her pussy, calling out to him.
The arousal when you exchange essence like this was heady; Noah had long since given up lovemaking with civilians.
He could feel the drug-like intoxication of the smell of sex and electrical popping of magic in the room, a haze that made everything feel a little better.
“Now, get to work.”
Noah’s emotions swirled in a mixture of aggravation and arousal. He was used to being treated as a toy, by women who hardly thought of him as human. In their mind, he was a tool. You don’t talk to your hamburgers when you’re hungry. Why would you talk to your companion when your magic is low?
This was different, and it made the job that much more interesting. She was toying with him, goading him. He smiled and walked behind her, rubbed his manhood against her slit.
“Work? Doing what? Is this right?”
He pressed the head into her, feeling the hot moisture of her pussy. He could almost hear the sharp inhale when he pushed inside—just the tip. He could feel her pushing against him, but he pressed her down onto the bed harder, holding her still and steady. Noah held there for a moment. He could feel the warmth, could feel how tight and hot it was inside. It took every ounce of control he had not to push in deep and fuck the girl below him as hard as he could.
The frustrated groan and squirming made it all worthwhile. Noah smiled as he pushed the rest of the way in, feeling the warmth of her pussy around him. He could feel the energy in the room now, against his skin. Electric and warm. He started fucking the girl beneath him, slow and measured strokes. She was in ecstatic near-agony now, he knew. Whatever he was feeling, he knew, were at least double for her. The transfer only goes one way, after all.
As she writhed beneath him, Noah began to speed up his thrusting, as he came closer to his edge once more. He lost the focus he’d so carefully maintained, and let out a ragged breath as he started moving harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin popped through the room, and with one final thrust he pushed in as deeply as he could, holding tight to the woman beneath him. He could feel it draining out of him with each ropey strand of cum that shot out. The power, though he couldn’t use it himself.