Chasing Vivi(50)

"Next time, I'm going to make you sweat for it," he says. He nuzzles my  neck, licking it, and the scruff of his beard scrapes the tender skin  there.

I've barely had time to recover from the gazillion orgasms I just had when he yanks me out of bed. "Let's shower. Then food."

"I'm starved and I know you must be."

"Yeah," I breathe. I follow him wobble-legged to the shower. "Where did you get all this energy?"

He waggles his brows. "Sex."

"Why don't I feel like that?"         

     



 

"You will. You haven't been fucked by me enough."

He drags me into the shower, which turns into a soapy fuckfest, and  before I know it, he has me bending over to hunt for the soap, his  little joke. He slides into me from behind while I hold on to the wall  for support. But soon his arm comes around me, lifting me into an  upright position, and he presses his entire body against mine. My chest  and arms fall into the wall and the cool tile is a nice contrast to the  heat of his body and his sex. His cock slides in and out, creating that  perfect friction, exactly what I want and need. When I feel him reach  down to rub my clit, it won't be long for me to push past that  precipice. I'm raw and on fire between my legs. This man has had me more  in the last hour than I've had sex in the last two years. It's not  information I should shout off the rooftops, but then again, maybe it  is. I clench my orgasm out around his cock as he says roughly, "I gotta  pull out. I'm gonna come." Looking over my shoulder, I see his cock  spurt onto my butt cheek.

His arm is against the wall, supporting his body, and he milks the last  drop out with the other hand. At last he stands. "Sorry about that. I  didn't have a condom on so  … "

"Uh, yeah. About that. Are you clean?"

"Yeah. I get tested every month, but I haven't been with anyone since I  saw you in October. I was tested in November and was clear. I'm good.  Still, don't want any pregnancies."

"I'm on the pill and I was tested at my last appointment about six  months ago. My doctor in Virginia was a stickler for it. But I haven't  been with anyone in two years."

"So, the big question is, do you still want me to wear condoms?"

"In order for me to answer that, I have one big question for you. Are we going to be exclusive?"

His mouth flops open and I have a true glimpse of a shocked Prescott.

"What the fuck, Vivi? What kind of a question is that?"

"A good one. I have to know before I commit to having sex with you without protection."

He rams his body up to mine and shoves me into the shower wall. "Then I  guess I'm going to have to spell it out for you, because apparently I  was wrong about your intelligence. I am head-over-heels, crazy in love  with you. I have no intention of being with another woman, and if you so  much as look at another man, I'll beat the living shit out of him." He  grins and suddenly he looks like the Big Bad Wolf.

How did I miss all of this?

"Okay then."

"Okay then. That's it?"

I reach for his cheek, but he picks me up under my thighs, so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him.

"I guess that leaves me with no other choice," he says.

"No other choice than what?"

"I'm going to have to fuck some sense into you."

I think he's too late, though, because he already fucked it out of me. I  can't think straight anymore. Pretty soon, I'll be reduced to moron  status, mumbling out incoherent responses to questions. Maybe my brain  will return by the party tonight. If not, I'll be his idiot girlfriend,  limping around because her pussy's been over-fucked.





Chapter 31





Prescott





Fucking Vivi is everything I thought it'd be and more. The moves, the  moans, the kisses, her incredible body, the way she looks at me when she  comes, and that pussy of hers-that pussy is the sweetest thing I've  ever had. But now, I'm pretty sure she can barely walk. I have to give  her a break. She told me her thighs are already sore from spreading them  wide for me. I've had her in the kitchen, living room, shower, bathtub,  dining room table, and this is only the beginning.

We finally ate our pancakes, but that only turned into food porn, with  her licking syrup off my mouth, and me eating pancakes off her nipples.  That's how we ended up fucking on the kitchen counter.

Then she told me her pussy was getting sore, so I recommended a bath,  which led to more fucking. Seeing her glistening sex as she was bent  over the side of the tub with my cock moving in and out of it is more  than any man could ask for. After that, we watched TV, and it didn't  take long for me to rip off her shirt, get her completely naked, and  have her sit on my face for a little ride. She loved it.

That's how she ended up on the dining room table, tied up and blindfolded.

"Tell me how you're feeling."

"Nice," she says.

"How's your pussy now?" My hand is between her legs, which are  spread-eagled and tied to the table corners using my silk ties that I  knotted together. I'm rubbing coconut oil on her, massaging her and  teasing her, of course. She wriggles under my touch, but she moans out  her response.         

     



 

"Vivi, you haven't answered me."

"Soooo good."

I decide on another tactic. Untying her wrists and ankles, I slide her  to the end of the table and retie her. Pulling her knees up, I use the  chairs as anchors for them and her wrists too. Now she's fully exposed  to me.

"So pink and shimmering." My fingers lightly touch her, tapping on her  clit. She squirms, trying to inch closer, but I don't let her. This  time, she's going to beg.

I drop my head and only touch the tip of my tongue to her clit, barely teasing the tiny nub. She hisses.

"Prescott, please."

I keep it up. Then I stop.

"No, please, more."

Instead, I go after her inner thighs, sucking and biting. She groans in earnest.

"I need to touch myself." She jerks on the ties, trying to get loose.

"Not gonna happen. Remember what I said? This is all mine."

I'm back to touching her clit with my tongue, but nothing else. I flick  it super fast, but right before she comes, I stop. She whines in  protest.

I take the coconut oil and let it run down her slit in a thin line,  until it drips onto the table, forming a tiny puddle. Her breath comes  fast now. My finger follows the trail until it hits her puckered hole,  and then I slide in just a little and pull out. She cries out for more,  so I comply. Once I'm in an inch or two, I move in and out, but just a  little bit, until she's begging me to help her come. My dick is so  fucking hard, I think I'll help her out.

I thrust inside her and she pants like she's running. "Yeah, there, hard."

My hand moves to her stomach to hold her steady because even though  she's tied down, she's bucking like crazy. Then I use my thumb to add  pressure to her clit. Ramming into her, it doesn't take but a few  plunges to set her off. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around my  cock, causing me to shoot off into her. Her tight little pussy is  fucking paradise to my dick. Leaning over, I take control of her sexy  mouth. She tugs my lip with her teeth and I love how my Little Wolf is  getting more spirited in our fucking. One of these days, her little  claws will draw blood on my back, and that's fine with me.

When I untie her and take off the blindfold, she says, "That was fun. We'll do that again."

"Hey, Bossy Pants, I'm calling the shots here."

"Not always. You'll see." She smirks at me. "Now help me up so we can shower. Again."

Laughing, I say, "I've never bathed so much in my life."

She aims her finger at me. "It's all your fault. Pancakes and syrup and  now coconut oil. We can't exactly sit on the furniture like this."

"It's worth it, though, right?"

By this time, she's untied, so she grabs onto me. "Nah, I didn't like it at all."

I slap her ass. "You need a spanking."

"I'm not into that."

"Have you ever been?"

"No."

"I think you might be, but on a different level than your regular old ass spanking."

She puts a hand in her hip. "What do you mean?"

"Have you ever had your clit spanked?"

Her eyes brighten and she's definitely intrigued. "No."

"You will one day. By me. And you'll love it."

By this time, we're in the bathroom. One thing turns to another, which  involves lots of soap, and she's on her knees sucking my dick. I have to  say she's not bad. With a few, "More lips," and "Watch your teeth,"  remarks, I'm tapping her head, giving her the signal and coming into her  mouth like a champ.

"Damn, that was great."

"Thank you," she says with a satisfied grin.

As we dry off, she says, "Why bother with clothes?" It's true. Every  time we get dressed, we only stay that way for five minutes or so. "But,  Prescott, we need to go to my place soon so I get something to wear  tonight."