Strictly Taboo(13)

“Ahh, you feel so good!” Anne whispered as she lay her head back on the pillow and spread her legs further. “Oohhh!” She closed her eyes as she wriggled beneath him, lifting her hips to meet his mouth. It was only when he stopped that she opened up her eyes once more.

Francis winked at her as he slipped off the end of the bed and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Now he had Anne’s full attention. She had seen what he had to offer before when he came out in his towel to the concierge desk. While she had only glimpsed his muscular chest momentarily before ducking behind the desk, she knew enough to keep watching this time.

Francis stood at the end of the bed completely naked. The rippling muscles of his chest and abs were everything that Anne remembered. There was one thing that she hadn't had a chance to preview however, and now there it was, standing at full mast and pointed directly at her. She licked her lips in anticipation. She was no virgin, but she certainly wasn't the most experienced girl on the block and the sheer size of Francis’s cock made her ache for him. She beckoned him over with one finger. Francis reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He bounced it a couple of times as he watched and then looked up at Anne.

“Is this what you want, my lovely Anne?” His voice was teasing.

“Yes!” She gasped. “Yes, please let me have it!” Francis couldn't help but smile at the way that she begged for him.

“But do you think that you can take it all, Anne?” He asked as he stepped towards the bed, his hand sliding down to the tip of his cock. She nodded.

“Yes!” She reached her fingers down and slid them over her pussy. “Please fuck me!” She begged as she parted her outer lips for him.

Francis wanted her, there was no doubt about that, but the way she begged, the way she pleaded for his cock was so satisfying. Releasing his grip on his shaft, he lifted himself on to the bed. Straddling her hips, he leaned down over her and pressed his forehead to hers. Anne could feel his cock pressing against her stomach.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Anne.” He said before pressing his lips firmly to hers and then pulling back.

“I want you to fuck me.” She said softly. “I want you to fuck me until I can't walk anymore. I want you to fuck me until I beg you to stop.” Francis’s cock swelled when he heard these words and he pressed his lips hard against hers.

“Then you shall get what you want, my Anne.” Francis slid down her body just enough to push against her smooth pussy lips with the tip of his cock.

“OOOHHHH!” Anne cried out loudly, her hands grasping at Francis’s hair. Francis locked his eyes on hers and with one sharp thrust, he buried the entirety of his shaft deep inside Anne’s tight wetness. “Oh God!” She panted. “Oh my God that felt incredible!” Francis could feel her pussy tightening around him. He pulled back and thrust hard again and he watched the ecstasy on her face as his balls slapped against her bare skin. Leaning down he pressed his mouth to her ear as he began to rhythmically thrust inside her. Every push greeted his cock with the smooth velvety wetness of her pussy and even pull reminded him that he could thrust once again.

“Cum for me, Anne.” He whispered in her ear.

“Oh God, yes!” She said as she reached around and grabbed his buttocks firmly. “Oooooh yeah, make me cum! Just like that!” Francis thrust hard, his cock becoming more and more ripe with each thrust. He tried to hold back, knowing that he couldn't spill his seed, not yet.

“Cum for me Anne!” He begged, this time a little more desperately. She dug her nails in to his buttocks as her whole body stiffened and her hips rose to meet his.

“OOOOHHH FUCK YES!” She screamed loudly as Francis felt the tightness of every muscle in her body. Then, as the rhythmic suckling of her pussy began, the aftermath of her orgasm, Francis was unable to control himself any longer. The first warm jet of his cum flooded in to Anne’s slick pussy. Francis willed himself to pull out before the second flood came, but he couldn't resist her silky softness. Again and again he filled her with his seed until he had no more left to give and he fell on top of her breathlessly. He buried his face in her neck.

“Mmm,” she hummed softly as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “That was amazing.” She basked in the afterglow as Francis’s cum ran out of her.

Francis took a deep breath, taking in the scent of Anne’s body. Her wet musk was so sweet, but he smelled something else, something budding with ripeness, something that told him that his instincts to pull out had been right. Her body was ready to receive his seed. He exhaled slowly, pressing his lips to her neck. Anne giggled and turned her head to the side in an attempt to keep him from teasing her again. Little did she know that it would be the last kiss that she would ever receive.