Rock Hard Love(14)

Suddenly, James roughly pushed me onto my back, my head coming to rest on the soft arm of the sofa. I gasped as his lips came close to mine, stopping short as I nearly hyperventilated. My pussy swelled and warmed in my panties, aching for James as he stared into my eyes. Then he took me. His lips found mine and his tongue invaded my mouth exploring me. I let my tongue dance with his as James cupped my breast, growling as he ravished me. I moaned and closed my eyes, letting the moment wash over me. This was nothing like that boy in high school or those timid guys in college.

James pushed my thighs apart with his strong, calloused hands. His hips thrust at me and I could feel his cock straining to escape his jeans. My skirt slipped up my thighs and my panties were no match for the rough denim of his blue jeans. I could feel the rough fabric through the thin satin of my dainty undies as his jeans rubbed against my swollen mound. James broke the kiss as he tugged my blouse from my skirt and pushed it over my breasts. My bra followed and soon my breasts were exposed and James bent to take a nipple between his lips, his beard tickling me.

I was in no mood to giggle, however, instead wrapping my legs around James as I whispered, “Oh my God!” James looked up with his crooked smile and then took my other nipple in his mouth. I squealed as he bit softly and his hips slammed into my pussy, the ridge of his hard cock under his denim driving me wild. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me just as he promised, hard and fast with his music blaring throughout. I’d never felt anything so desperate and intense and I wanted it all. Still, I could not bring myself to beg.

“James?” was all I managed as he kissed his way down my torso and then he slipped to the floor, his head between my thighs. My panties were a mere annoyance that James made quick work of, tossing them over his shoulder after he tugged them down my legs. My skirt was next and soon it joined my panties. I stared at James, desperate for his touch and he didn’t withhold. A finger traced around my glistening sex as I moaned and panted. James spread me open and growled deeply before looking up at me and saying, “Fucking beautiful.”

James barely let me hear his words before his mouth found my pussy and his tongue swept up through my velvet folds and his goatee tickled my inner thighs just like in my torrid fantasy. I cried out, took his head in my hands and pulled him in closer as my legs draped over his shoulders. I was beyond excited and soon I was riding the edge of something I hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever. Not like this. I tensed and moments later, James’ tongue found my engorged clit and a finger slipped into my hot, wet pussy.

I screamed aloud as an orgasm, an honest-to-goodness-no-doubt-about-it orgasm, stole my breath and sent jolts of electricity throughout my body. The pounding heavy metal only added to the potent feeling. James’ fingers found that special place that only I had managed to discover up to this point in my life and I arched towards him as another delicious climax rolled over me. I screamed and writhed as James sucked hard on my clit and fucked my pussy with his calloused and dexterous fingers.

Before I could recover, another orgasm took me and I could barely scream as my breath caught in my chest. Suddenly, James was on top of me again, his lips finding mine. I could taste myself on him as his beard tickled my neck and I found my own taste rather arousing in the moment. His tongue slowly played with mine as I recovered, one of his strong hands playing in my hair, the other stroking my cheek. I wanted more and I broke the kiss to say so, but James pressed a finger to my lips before I could say anything.

“Not tonight, Simone. That was just a taste but I don’t want you like this,” James whispered.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I’d just given him what he wanted and now that I wanted it too, he wasn’t going to oblige me. I felt a twinge of regret in letting him have me but as he explained, that feeling faded.

“I told you you’d beg me. Maybe you were about to,” he said and he was probably right. I did want James inside me. “I don’t want you to beg me when you’re all hot and bothered. I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow. I want you to do it with a clear head and after considering all the possibilities. You will though, and when you do, I’m going to fuck you as no man ever has. I can’t wait to feel you from the inside and come in that beautiful pussy,” he said and growled in frustration.

I was shaking as much from the intensity of the orgasms as from the depth of his words. I wanted James more than I’d ever wanted anything. Not despite his personality, but because of it. He was rough and abrasive on the outside, but inside he was so much more. I felt special that he chose to show me the part of him his fans probably had no idea even existed. I wanted desperately to pleasure James.