Smoke and Mirrors (23 page)

That was all she needed to see to make sure he was
more
than pleased because she had no intentions of falling down on the job. She’d invited this man into her home and inside of her body, and she planned to serve him up proper. Taking him in her mouth once again, she lavished his hearty cock to the utmost, and surrounded his balls with the gentle caress of her fingertips. His breathing accelerated and his sexy lips parted, as if he were completely parched.

“Damn!” He squeezed the black linen into a tight ball in his fist. “Uhhh! That feels so fuckin’
good
! Uhhh! Damn you can suck a fuckin’ dick, Pussycat! Shit!” He thrust a bit harder, which caused her to get a taste of how the man fucked. A preshow unfolded before her eyes, an advertisement of how the motherfucker naturally moved his body and swayed his hips. She swallowed a bit of the smooth delight of his nature as it slipped into the confines of her hungry mouth. His precum tasted lovely going down…

She kept on, then slowed her oral prowess, allowing him to buck at his own will. Smoke took the reins, fucking her diligently in the mouth until he felt good and satisfied. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he sucked in a hearty gulp of air and swallowed harshly, slowly opening his eyes, then rising just so until he sat up on his elbows. His eyes met hers as he flashed a twisted grin and all she could do was sit there, her tongue hanging out, salivating for more.

“I want to feel you,” he said with a groan.

Getting on all fours, he crawled towards the foot of the bed, headed right towards her like a ravenous animal. And before she could blink, he was upon her, his heavy paw on her stomach as he ushered her down onto her back. He appeared like a dream, drifting above her, then running his nose and lips lightly all…over…her…body. It was a sensual tease, heated flesh to heated flesh, and she had no doubt he knew exactly how he tormented her so. One thing she understood that evening without a shadow of a doubt was that Smoke was a slow dancer in matters of foreplay. He took his sweet time, building and building until she damn near reached an inescapable state of sheer delirium.

“Open your legs wide for me, baby…even wider…mmmm, that’s good…” The simplest utterances coming out of his mouth sounded like delightfully perverted poetry, touching her all over, within, above and below. She complied, allowing her thighs to fall apart like butterfly wings, exposing herself fully to him in ways he couldn’t possibly yet understand. He pressed his body firmly into hers and conducted a slow, circular grind with his hips, making her stiffen and relax repeatedly until all she could do was sigh. He slowed to a final stop. She looked the man in the eye, sensing his need to speak.

“Are you on anything? If not, or even if you’d just prefer it, I have some Magnums in my wallet.” He pointed behind him, his sexy eyes hooded.

“Yes, of course. I’m on birth control pills.”

…I want to feel this mothafucka…

He nodded, lifted himself from her just a bit and grabbed the base of his thick shaft with one hand while staring intensely into her eyes. His gaze fixed on her face, he pushed within her, hard and heavy, forcing her pussy to meet the formidable guest she’d just invited.

“Daaaammmnnn!” she screamed as he opened her pussy wide, the thickness overwhelming, stretching her walls, sending her into another series of contractions. “Shhiiiiiitttt!” She clawed violently at his back.

“Mmmmmm!” He moaned as he rested upon her, beholding her like a tiger that finally found the bounty he’d been searching for.

He pushed a bit more of himself inside, making her shudder and shake beneath him.

“Smoke, your dick is so damn big, shiiiit! Ohhhhhh, God! It feels so damn good in my pussy!” She was certain she was going to lose her damn mind as it bumped and pushed against her honeyed walls. “Ahhhh…”

Ghost Loft’s ‘So High’ played beautifully in the background…the perfect soundtrack.

He pushed farther in, doing a series of concentrated thrusts, opening her more. He moved carefully, serving her in small increments…a gentle giant… His big hands surrounded her waist as he pushed himself deeper, making her pant and exhale.

“Paris, you feel so damn good, baby… You cool? Is it good to you?” he whispered so sexily as he continued to move within her.

“Yes, baby…” She wrapped her ankles around his flexing calves. He angled himself just so, bumping into her clit over and over again, making it swell, as her pussy saturated to the hilt and dripped out.

“Uhhh…” He gritted his teeth as he moved faster and sunk deeper, oh, so deep… “Damn! You’ve got some
good
pussy…
shit
!”

He pushed to the limit, paused, backed almost completely out, then did it again, making her scream and yell and lose complete composure.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” She twisted in his grip, present inside of her body…in the moment! She never wanted to leave. The sensations made her soul scream with joy…and then, he paused…

Smoke’s slow dance was officially over. With a raised eyebrow, she ran her finger along her upper lip, tracing it, trying to read the mysterious man’s mind.

“…You ready for me, baby?” He closed his eyes for a moment before focusing on her once more as his body gave a slight, involuntary shudder.

“Oh yeeessssss, baby… I’m ready for you. Bring me what you got…” She winked at him and braced herself for his maximum impact.

“Mmmmm shit…special delivery,” he slurred as he fell upon her breasts and slicked his tongue roughly inside of her mouth, all the while pounding her pussy relentlessly. He gripped her chin, keeping her steady, face forward.

“Mmmmmm!” she moaned as Arctic Monkey started to belt, ‘Do I Wanna Know?’

“That’s one of my favorite songs,” he breathed in her ear—harsh, erratic. The man had efficiently opened her wide to receive him, and now, he was having his complete way with her—she loved every hard, thrusting moment of it. She flexed her toes as her back slid up and down the bed, pressed them into the headrest, lest she fall off.

“Uh! Uh!” He panted loudly, huffing and going for the gold.

What began as soft and sensual had turned into needy thirst, a fucking frenzy in the literal sense. The sheets flew in the air and seemed to fall back upon them in slow motion, over and fucking over… She could feel the man so deep within her, she imagined he very well reached to her damn womb. He moved expertly, not like a sloppy or selfish bastard just trying to get his rocks off. He continued to stimulate her clit, rising at just the right time, timing himself, making sure he made her hit those damn high notes.

“Ahhhhhh….” Bliss…

Paris had fucked too many men to count, but Smoke actually knew how to work his dick, and to kiss, and to transition from sensuality to fuck-ality… The man…knew…how to cause a woman to
never
want to leave his damn side. How supernaturally alarming, for with loving this good, she feared she may not be able to live without it. EVER.

“Smoke! Shit!”

“When my cock is in you, you call me
Brent
!” he hollered over the music.

She looked into his glowing, light blue eyes. He didn’t skip a beat but continued to propel, moving, sighing, sweating, swearing and looking absolutely beautiful. She didn’t have to ask why he’d say that; it was clear. She was important to him…

“Ahhhh!” Another orgasm loomed as he hastened his pace, driving within her like mad. His dark pubic hair brushed against her pussy as he came and went, his thrusts now fast and flying, causing her body to jerk and shake at rapid speed.

“Uhhh! Your pussy is hugging my cock so tight…it keeps squeezing my damn dick! You’re dripping all over my goddamn nuts!” He glared at her as the bed shook harder and harder, causing her to grasp the edge of the mattress and hold on for dear life.

“Ohhh shit!” she screamed. He gripped the nape of her neck, bringing her face towards his to kiss her hard, then released her so that her yells could continue to ring out, amplified throughout the room. “Ahhh, mmmm!” Teeth sinking into her lower lip, she couldn’t get control of herself. He lifted her a short distance from the bed, angled her, then resumed his relentless fucking of her pussy until there was nothing she could do but hand over the key to her worries, place them in the palm of his hand, and hope he was careful with her heart. She rained down on his throbbing shaft, a mind altering orgasm that sent her body into declivity.

“Mmmm! Brent! Oh God!” She trembled all over, shaking so uncontrollably, feeling completely dazed and confused.

But he kept on, clutching her shoulders, making her body mesh with his as he slammed into her over and over.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

“You…are…taking me!” she blurted. Orgasmic tears filled her eyes as she glared up at the ceiling, almost seeing stars.

“Taking you? I already
took
you!”

Somehow, something happened right at that moment that she’d never experienced. An orgasm due to an utterance, all by its lonesome. Her pussy squeezed his thick cock over and over, a strangely climactic series of spasms that fluttered and moved within her, kissing her insides in brand spanking new electrifying ways.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” She shook violently beneath him, certain she was going to fall, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop this; it was happening without her consent.

“Mmmm baby!” He groaned. “I feel and see you cumming again! I won’t stop. I’ll keep giving you all of this cock just how you like it, for as
long
as you want it!” He let her have it, gave it to her hard, made her feel so good, she’d be pulsating long after he’d turned her loose. Once she regained her wits, and swallowed her delight at the man’s selfless endurance, she placed her hands around his ass, driving him that much further inside of her.

“Ahhhh…yeeees!” She relished in being stuffed with that big fucking dick, her pussy stretched to the limit. A dull pain mixed with extreme pleasure soared through her.

“Uh! Uhhhh! Where do you want it?!”

“Inside me! I want to feel that warm, white shit
inside
me!”

It had to be a cold day in Hell for Paris to allow a man to unleash his load within her prized possession. Just like she seldom blessed a man with her oral skills anymore; she’d only allowed one man to do such a thing, and that had been the person that once showed her unbelievable kindness…

“I’m going to fill your pussy up with every single drop I have! Uhhhhh! Uhhh!” He shook over and over, almost losing himself completely from the tight expression on his face. “Uhhh! God! Uhhhh!”

And then, she felt his cock squirt deep within her, jerking hard. The man groaned loud and shuddered as he fell down upon her breasts, his heavy weight like a thick blanket of warm fortification. She ran her fingers through his soft, rich, dark brown hair as he rested against her. It felt good in her hands as she cradled him just so. He settled; every now and again an aftershock caused his arm or leg muscles to jump. They lay there quiet for a while, their breathing ragged, until he finally steadied. Wrapping his arms tight around her, he rose a bit and kissed her cheek, dragging his lips up and down her face. He nestled in so close, the way long time lovers do. Seconds matured into minutes.

She couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, or
with
anyone else. The whole damn encounter seemed unreal. From the moment the man tried to run game on her at the bank until right then, at that instant, her pussy wouldn’t stop reacting to him. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around what the hell had happened, but she was too delighted to pick the shit apart anymore, to make something so beautiful into something tainted and ugly. That was her default, to shit on potential blessings, because she trusted no one, barely even her own self. No, she wouldn’t allow this—it would simply be an excuse to walk away. And she didn’t want to. She wanted him…she wanted him as badly as he wanted her now. Of that, she was certain.

“Let me ask you something, Paris.”

She swallowed a ball of panic. His tone sounded so serious, she had no idea what he possibly had to espouse. Whatever it was, she
now
gave a damn.

He wants to do pillow talk? What pimp does pillow talk?

She smirked at the notion, then fell headfirst into a soft, cozy daydream.

Smoke does. That’s who…

She cared about him and his feelings, and from this point on, she wanted to
listen
differently,
respond
differently, and simply
be
different than her former self.

“Yes?” She looked up into his blue eyes.

His long lashes batted as he took a second or two to collect himself.

“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked huskily.

She thought it over, labored with it.

“Oh, about three months ago or so. Right after our little altercation at the bank. Why?”

“It’s just, shit, I don’t know.” He sighed and ran his hand over his jaw as he kept his eye on her. “It’s a bit hard to explain. It’s like… maybe because it’s been so long for me, you know, to actually really have romantic feelings for a woman. You just, I don’t know, you just felt
different
is all.” He laughed lightly. “If you don’t have a dick, it’s kinda hard to expound on it past that.”

“Well.” She ran her fingers across his pecs. “Try. I want to hear it.”

He slowly closed his eyes and nodded.

“As silly as this sounds, it was like my body was
made
for yours. Like your pussy was waiting for me or something.” The man’s complexion reddened, and that delighted her.

He’s embarrassed! The notorious Smoke is actually embarrassed!

She stifled her amusement, and kept her ears wide open.

“It just fit perfectly, everything. We’ve got
crazy
chemistry.” He lovingly caressed the side of her face. “You don’t know everything that’s been being going on in my life lately but…we seemed to have met at just the right time.”

“I gave something to you that I’ve only given one other person, Smoke.”

“What’s that, baby?” He kissed her forehead.