Sweet Downfall (24 page)

“Don’t you want that sliding inside you?”

“Yes…no!”

“It’s gonna stretch your sweet little pussy until you’re so wet and ready to come. Don’t you want that?”

“No…yes! Dam you!”

“Make up your mind, baby.”

“You’re such a bastard!” she sobbed, her fingers involuntarily curling to grip him, feeling his pulsating power.

He pulled her roughly towards him then, molding her to his hard frame. “Say yes, my angel.”

“Yes! Damn you, yes!” she conceded, cursing her unexplainable need for his touch. Why oh why did she feel this for this man alone? This urge, this uncontrollable want and need to mate with him was insane!

He laughed smugly and lifted her in his arms. She clung to his shoulders, her entire body churning with anticipation. He brought her to the farthest corner of the balcony where it was shadowy and partially concealed by tall ornamental plants. He put her on her feet again and turned her around so that she was facing the breathtaking view.

He was behind her and his hands began to roam on her front. The design of her gown aided his explorations, giving him easy access to her breasts. Pushing the bodice of her gown down her torso, he cupped her breast with his palms. “Fuck, you have great tits. All real and natural.” He squeezed and kneaded them, plucking her nipples, teasing the tips until she was gasping, wanting more.

He gave her more by snaking his hand between her thighs, cupping her mound. “I like your little thongs. They’re very convenient for fucking.”

True enough, he didn’t need to remove her undies to pet her. He just pulled the elastic thing aside and she was open for him. Yes, wet and willing.

His fingers slid between her slippery folds. She sagged against him, putting her weight against his frame. Her legs turned to jelly with the bone-melting pleasure his adept fingers were giving her.

“Say no to this…” His hands joined forces between her legs. It was a riot of breathtaking sensations. He peeled her lips wide and rubbed her clit, manipulating it in various ways, circular, side to side, up and down, until she felt faint with it all. Everything he was doing felt so good, so sinfully delicious! “Oh God, I hate you! I hate you!”

“Yes, you hate me. You so fucking hate me you’re so fucking wet and dying for my cock to fuck you hard right now.”

She closed her eyes tightly in helpless futility, unable to deny that very fact. She hated herself for not being able to deny her body the addicting pleasure that totally undermined her self-control every time. How easy for him to reduce her to this? Damn him!

“I’m gonna fuck your little pussy so hard until you come around my cock. You like that?”

He was rimming her opening while his other digits slithered wetly like a thousand little serpents around her now very swollen clit, until she could no longer think straight.

A thick finger entered her, and then another, stretching her. “Tight…so very tight, baby. I want this around me, squeezing my cock. That would feel so fucking good. That will make me come. Would you like to make me come, angel?”

His carnal words seduced her senses, making her feel like she was the most desirable woman.

He kissed her hard, driving his tongue in her mouth as he rubbed and rolled her clit and thrust his fingers in and out of her, bringing her quickly to the brink.

Then he stopped and turned her around to face him.

“On your knees,” he commanded.

Despite being dazed with arousal, her mind still rebelled from his imperious tone, as if her sole reason for existing was to grant all his wishes like a love slave.

“On you knees,” he repeated.

Her eyes flashing with combined lust and defiance, she boldly cupped him in his pants. “Say please.”

He stared at her, his eyes scorching even in the dim light, his breathing fast and shallow. “Say please,” she repeated, demanding surrender, as well.

“Please,” he finally said. “Please, suck my cock.”

It was still an arrogant plea but it was good enough. She knelt before him.

She fumbled with his zipper. It stuck halfway over his bulge. He cursed, helping her.

His manhood sprung out inches from her face like an angry serpent rearing up for attack. He gripped the thick base and guided the rounded tip to her mouth. “Suck it.”

He rubbed the swollen crown against her lips. She immediately tasted his fluids. Heady and delicious! She took over, wrapping both her hands around his shaft, stroking it up and down, the resilient skin stretching and molding around the hard length. He was so hot, like a burning rod. Her tongue flicked over the glistening tip.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby…yeah…oh fuck...!”

Fueled by his animal groans, she took him in her mouth and pleasured him as he had taught her, maintaining the rhythmic circular motion of her palm around his shaft as she licked and sucked the crown. She just loved how he smelled and tasted, salty and yet sweet. Intoxicating!

Jaq had never seen a more riveting sight.
Angie on her knees, his hard cock in her sweet, hot mouth. It was enough to give him a heart attack of the most delightful kind. Fuck, how he’d missed fucking her. No, he had missed her every fucking day.

She played with his cock devoid of practiced technique but with her unique, sweet, indescribably good way. All his senses were alive, attuned to her, singing in pleasure. Only Angie could make him lose it like this. Like…nothing else.

Framing the sides of her head, he slowly fucked her mouth. Her lips clung to his cock as he pulled away, making him want to ram hard down her throat. But he pushed back in gently, deeper and deeper, as far as she could take him. Mother of all fucks, she could take a lot of him. The sight was so fucking awesome he’d like to film it and watch it over and over. Shit, he was a perverted fuck. Only a couple inches and his entire length would disappear down her throat…

She pulled away, catching her breath. But her tongue immediately snaked out to run around his cock head. Fuck, he’d blow his load sooner if she kept doing that.

He helped her to her feet and backed her on the railing. He knelt before her and groped under her gown and pulled down her thong. Raising the hem of her gown to expose her mound, he trapped her legs within his embrace.

He looked up at her. “Open for me.”

“My legs…?”

“You pussy. I want to lick your clit.”

She gaped.

He let go of her legs and grabbed her hands, guiding her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide, exposing her mouth-watering clit. Fuck, she smelled so good. Fresh. Earthy. A very aroused woman. All his. “Hold it like that. Don’t let go.”

Trapping her legs within his arms again, he looked up at her again and smiled. “Would you like me to lick your clit now?”

“Jaq!” She squirmed in embarrassment.

He grinned and blew on her engorged clit. Her little pleasure button protruded outward, begging to be sucked. Man, this was the most beautiful sight.

“Jaq!” Her tone was commanding now, impatient.

His mouth happily went to work, torturing her clit until she was dripping on his chin. He brought her to the brink again and stopped.

“Jaq, please!” she wailed, panting hard, her smooth belly heaving.

He stood up and turned her around and guided her hands to hold on to the railing. He bent her over. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard now.” He flipped the hem of her gown to expose her rounded ass. The sight of her smooth, super sexy bum nearly made him spill. He bent to lick the cheeks, biting playfully.

She yelped.

He guided his stiff shaft along the slick path to paradise, coating himself with her sticky juices. She was more than ready for a wild ride.

He pushed and she gasped, calling his name sweetly.

He steadied her bucking hips and slid in slowly, gently breaching her very moist but very tight cunt.

Sweet fuck...!

He wondered how it was possible that she felt so unused? She was still as tight as eight years ago. Like a fucking virgin. Thinking about Jordan enjoying this pleasure brought a murderous urge and he blotted the thought. He would erase every memory of another man from her mind. He will fuck her brains out so she won’t ever forget who satisfied her the most.

He pushed harder until he was buried inside her to the hilt. He groaned aloud as she clenched around him like a fist, sucking him in deeper still, owning him. He could no longer deny his own body’s demand for satisfaction.

Leaning over to cup her breasts, he began hammering her. His other hand slid down to pet her pussy, rubbing her clit as he stabbed into her repeatedly, hard and fast.

He closed his eyes at the sharp, almost painful pleasure caused by his frenzied thrusting. She had the tightest, most delicious cunt. She bucked wildly, countering his thrusts with grinding movements of her curvy hips, sobbing his name like a litany.

He loved hearing her incoherent cries, mewing like he was hurting her but he knew he wasn’t because her pussy was milking his cock for all it was worth.

“God, you’re so fucking hot…my angel, so good…you’re so good…I’m gonna come inside you, baby, fill you up so good,” he crooned to her, his soft voice in contrast to the rough movements of his hips. He was banging her so hard she’d probably be sore tomorrow but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so close, so nearly there…almost there…Fuck!

He rubbed her clit harder, faster, in cadence with his thrusts, bringing her with him to the edge.

A few beats before his explosion, she cried out, hitting her orgasm. He threw his head back, groaning hoarsely, driving that final thrust inside her. He felt his balls tighten in delicious pain and then released all the tension in his body.

His mind turned to mush. His entire being dissolved into liquid, throbbing ecstasy, lost in the depths of her sweet, little body. Somebody could have shot him between the eyes right now and he wouldn’t know what hit him. Fuck, he was dead. So fucking dead. With every slamming of his heart, he was drowning in incredibly satisfying, bone-melting explosions.

Moments later, they were both leaning heavily on the metal railing, the magnificent view of the metropolis below beckoning for a free fall.

“This will be a good position to die,” he murmured lazily. Indeed, if he had to choose how to end it all, this would take top spot on his list. Dying inside Angie’s warm body after shooting his load inside her.

She giggled, causing her sheath to ripple soothingly around his now semi-soft cock.

Damn, that felt good.

“Imagine the headline. Lovers fall from skyscraper doggie-style.”

He chuckled, amazed at her wicked sense of humor. He nuzzled her cheek, inhaling her sweet scent mixed with the musky aroma of her spent arousal. “Where did you learn such language?”

“Where else? From you, of course.”

“Me? I don’t remember cussing like a sailor around you. I was always a gentleman.”

She actually gave an unladylike snort. “You should record yourself in the middle of it.”

He chuckled. “What did I say?”

“Lots of nasty, dirty unmentionables.”

He squeezed her breasts.“I bet it really turned you on.”

“No way.”

He kissed her nape. “I’d like you to talk dirty to me.”

“Ew.”

Grinning, he slapped her ass playfully.

“Aw!” she yelped and giggled again.

He gently pulled out of her. It immediately gave him a feeling of loss. He wanted to spend more time cocooned within her heat.

He needed more of her. Much, much more.

He wrapped his arms securely around her, lacing their fingers together.

“Still afraid of heights, angel?”

“No. Not anymore.”

Silence stretched as words both failed them. They stared at the expanse of glittering lights below, the gentle wind fanning their faces, cooling their over-heated bodies.

“Let me go now,” she finally said after some time.

His arms tightened around her. He didn’t want to let go of this moment yet, to go back to his side of the battle line. “Angie…”

“Please.”

He sighed and let her go.

Silence stretched again as they put their respective clothes back in place. He watched her as she gracefully combed her long, shiny hair with her fingers, drinking in her beauty as the line that bitterly divided them resurfaced to put them both back in fighting stance.

Okay, ask her now. Get your answers. End this story once and for all and close the damn book.

“Why are you with Jordan?” It was probably the most stupid question but he couldn’t help it. He already knew the answer of course but he badly wanted it straight from her lips.

“You already know why, Jaq,” she replied without looking at him.

“Yeah. Business. Big business. He must be really worth something, huh?” The words barely cleared his throat, his jealousy of Jordan almost overwhelming him.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“I thought you two would have been married a long time ago.”

She raised one brow. “I didn’t know you’ve been following my love life.”