I move my hand to feel his cock, sliding it down his shaft, measuring how big and long he is, as I capture his tongue, sucking it. His moan sounds more like a growl as he spins me around, pinning me against the wall, and my body comes alive with passion and need for him.
It’s been forever since I’ve fucked, and I don’t care that I don’t know him. I don’t care if I ever see him again. I know I won’t regret this. I want just one crazy, wild, unforgettable fuck with a man who only comes along once in a lifetime to cherish till the day I die.
His lips leave mine, placing kisses under my ear, then move down my neck, nibbling as his hand pulls my dress up, exposing my lack of panties. I hear my heart pounding in my ears, feel my chest rising and falling with my passion, and moan my want for him.
“Umm,” he hums a low throaty growl, and I melt. “Are you wet with need?” He asks, biting my neck as his fingers find their way there and slide inside. “Oh, princess,” he croons.
My heart races, pumping a passion I didn’t know I was capable of through my veins. His fingers slip out and saturate my slit, teasing my clit with a softness that drives me wild. Then his mouth is covering mine again, and his tongue is thrusting inside, promising the moon and the stars.
As he undoes his pants, pushing them off his ass, he releases my mouth and stares into my eyes. Silently asking for my permission. My eyes dance back and forth with his, then he lifts me off the wall, and my legs spread for him, inviting him inside. His cock touches the entrance, but he holds me at a hover. His strength is incredible, and I want him inside me more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.
“d’Artagnan,” I whisper.
“Say it, princess,” he commands. “I need your permission.”
“Yes!” I whisper, desperate for him to start.
“Say it!” He spits.
“Fuck me, d’Artagnan! I want you to fuck me! I want your cock ramming my sweet tight pussy….”
d’Artagnan
DAMN! She went risqué! I wasn’t expecting that. So, fucking filthy! So, fucking hot! Dirty talk turns me on! I give her what she wants. I ram my dick deep inside her.
AHHH! We both gasp.
The sweet softness of her tight pussy engulfing my big, hard cock as I drive inside her is almost more than I can bear. I have never asked permission before. But then again, it was always only about sex. I never worried about what would happen afterward. It was always with a willing woman just wanting to be fucked by a SEAL, and I was just fucking off stress.
But Rapunzel is different. I close my eyes, fucking her like my life depends on her orgasm. She screams, “Yes! Yes! Yes! d’Artagnan, YES!” Her velvet constricts in spasms with her orgasm, and I explode inside her with the biggest eruption I’ve ever known.
Breathing against her neck, holding myself inside her, her sweetness fills my soul, and I whisper in her ear. “Perfection.”
Chapter 5
Zella
Wow! Wow! WOW! What a man!
Cradling my ass with one hand, keeping his cock inside, he reaches with the other into his pants pocket. "Hang on. I have a handkerchief."
"Thank you," I whisper as I place it over my slit. He gently lowers my body until my feet touch. Then he slides out. I somehow manage to keep from making a mess on the floor.
As he pulls his pants up, his belt buckle jingles, then he stuffs his shirt inside.
When I'm finished wiping his cum off, I pull my skirt back down, and he asks, "Here. Let me take that. I will dispose of it later.
Right then, the lights come back on, and we freeze. Our eyes find each other, and we smile at the same time. His shit-eating grin, and mine an embarrassed one.
As the red heat of a hot blush creeps from my chest to engulf my face, he reaches for the handkerchief, so I drop it in his open palm.
His eyes soften when he sees my scarlet face. "I take it. You haven't done this before?"
I look away, wishing the lights would go off again. "Obviously, I'm not a virgin, and I like … you know." I roll my eyes, "but no, I have never done it with a complete stranger before."
He chuckles, "Well, let's remedy the stranger part." He squats down, stuffs the wet handkerchief inside his jacket pocket, picks up his phone, swipes his screen, and asks, "What are your digits?"
I smile, thankful he's cool about it, and I give him my phone number. He stands and types a message before he puts it in his pocket. "You will have my contact info when your phone is charged."
