Early dick catches the pussy…

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I came home early in the morning and tried to tiptoe to the bedroom. Inka was sleeping on her side, her back to me and there was a paperback on her pillow, just about to slide down to the floor. I grabbed it in the nick of time, curious to see what it was.

Fuck, it was another wicked book by Jodi Ellen Malpas. That damn author made my woman so horny it was fucking ridiculous. It made me almost jealous but the best part of it was that when I was at home she attacked me and rode my dick until I was weeping with pleasure, just like her greedy pussy.

But this time there was only Inka and the book… I sighed. It meant only one thing. Inka was having the time of her life in our bed.  Without me!  That was unacceptable. And I fucking hated when that happened. I wanted to be there… to see with my own eyes how she made herself come. Or how I made her come.

I crawled under the covers with mixed feelings, too lazy to just get in the shower and get over it. I spooned Inka gently, trying not to wake her but selfishly hoping that she would at the same time. She mumbled something in her sleep. I pulled her closer and pushed my face against her soft hair.

Heaven. It was my heaven to have her so close to me, to smell her clean skin and fragrant hair. I never understood how women  smelled so good.

I was exhausted after my nightshift in the hospital and wondered if I should just sleep it off. Then I felt something underneath my thigh. Something small and hard. I reached for it with my hand, knowing already what it was. That damn vibrator that lured Inka to have sex by  herself.

I knew it! Damn you, Jodi. The one and only erotica author for Inka. Inka had read her books so many times she probably knew all the sex scenes by heart. Even I could remember some of them… because we had done them. Inka stretched her body and seemed to be awake enough to have a little conversation. I pulled her into my arms.

-Good morning babe… Was it a good one? The one you rubbed for yourself with this evil little vibrator?

Inka laughed out loud in the darkness.

-Yes, it was, Wolf. It was one of the best I’ve ever had. I fell asleep immediately.

-Fuck, no. I wish I had been there.

-To sleep with me?

-Oh, no, missy. Not to sleep with you, I growled. Far from it.

As soon as I saw Inka pleasuring herself in my mind my dick twitched.

-To fuck you until you forget your name and all about that… …that evil battery-operated pleasure provider.

-It has it perks, you know, Inka tried.

-I know… I groaned, pressing my semi-hard dick against Inka. She shivered, shifted a little closer and reached her hand behind her back.

-Why are you still wearing your clothes? she complained.

-You’ve made me horny I complained back. I swear it is like porn for women… Those romantic erotica books they read whenever they have a chance.

-It’s not porn! Inka snapped back. She thinks erotica and porn are not the same thing at all. I think there is a fine line between those two genres. Very fine line. Hard to see line but easy to feel. I felt it in my pants at this very moment.

-Sorry… I’m sorry that you’re horny, Inka laughed softly, still sounding a bit sleepy and relaxed.

-Stop laughing, if you do not wish to have one of those retribution fucks you read about in your erotic novels…

I knew it was something the main characters did in Jodi’s books. It sounded like a good idea at the moment. I wanted to make Inka come. I wanted to make her cry out my name instead of some sexy, arrogant asshole that had loads of money and drove expensive cars and acted like a bully and fucked like a god.

-Really? Inka did not sound so sleepy anymore. She giggled.

-Turn over and lie on your stomach, Inka, I told her while I jumped off the bed. I got rid of my clothes in record time and threw them to the darkness. I freed my hard penis and stroked it with my palm a few times, watching as Inka obeyed and lied on the bed on her stomach. Completely naked. Gorgeous ass visible in the dim street light.

-Tell me what you did last night, I demanded with a low voice. Did you think about me while reading your naughty book?

-Yes, she admitted. I thought that it was you who wanted me so bad that it was driving you crazy. Like it was the air that you breathed when you pushed your cock deep inside me. Like you could not get inside of me fast enough and you took me hard – and fast – and it was the best orgasm ever.

-Keep going, Inka. What did you do with your vibrator?

I kneeled over Inka’s lovely naked ass and grabbed that little, powerful vibrator and turned it on.

-I started with the random mode that vibrates slow and fast and then slow again… she mumbled but went silent when she felt my hand sliding underneath her. I reached for her clit and used the same mode. Silent, random vibes hit her clit and she jerked and moaned softly. I used my both hands to spread her flesh and  reached for her clit from the very same direction where my tongue would lick her. She loved it when I did that… She began to rub her sex against the vibrator, her clit growing fuller, harder.

-Don’t move, I warned. Inka stopped with a low groan. I changed the mode to very slow and rubbed her teasingly, not giving her enough friction to get what she desperately wanted. She was whimpering her frustration against the pillow. I slowed my hand. Her arousal was making my fingers wet and slippery against her skin. I kissed her shoulder.

-What did you do then? Did you change the pace?

-Yes…

-Like this?

I changed the pace as well and made her cry out. I rubbed faster with my fingertips. Then I pushed the vibrator against her slippery flesh, forced it against the side of her clit and she began to shiver and moan louder. I rubbed the dancing sex toy against her clit like it was me fucking her.

But I took my time and kept her needy. She tried to move, to ease the pressure between her legs but I forced her down with my weight, keeping her in my tight grip, enjoying as her body tried to squirm with pleasure. I changed the vibrator’s mode once more and began to roll it around her clit, not giving in an inch as her body began to twitch with orgasms.  She came once or twice, trembling in my grip as I gently moved the vibrator away from her aching clit and turned it off.

Her voice was muffled against the pillow and the sheets, but it was high enough to wake the neighbours. Sorry… not sorry. I slid one finger inside her pussy and felt the after quakes inside her. My cock responded immediately, knowing exactly what if felt like to be buried deep in there when the earthquake came. She was hot, so fucking hot and wet.

-Did you come like that? I whispered as I pressed my body against her back and held her until her breathing was normal and she was able to talk.

-Yes… But it is always better with you. You know when to be gentle and when to be rough. You know my body just as well as I do.

-Glad to hear that, Inka. That stupid vibrator makes me so jealous sometimes…

I dropped my body beside Inka and she turned over. I palmed my rock-hard dick, enjoying the eager bastard. He knew he was going to get lucky. I could feel Inka watching me intensively in the dark.

-That’s right… Keep your eyes on the price, baby, I laughed hoarsely. It turned me on to know she was watching me.

I felt her warm breath on my skin as she crawled over my body and ended up sitting on my thighs. She put her hand on my hand and pulled it away from my dick. Without saying a word, she lifted her torso and guided my dick to her wet opening. She was so damn wet!

When she finally sat down on me I slid inside her pussy effortlessly. All the air left my lungs as I felt my hard dick filling her. When I was able to open my eyes, I watched as Inka began to ride me. She was slow at first, filling herself with my dick as she let her hips fall down against me, all the way. In this position she could use the whole shaft. She moved deliberately slow as she pulled her hips up and pressed her  inner muscles against my dick as hard as she could. Fuck! My hips jerked up uncontrollably with every move as she slowly milked my dick. Up…. and down. Up… and down. What goes up, it must come down. I was panting just like Inka was panting against her pillow only moments ago.

-It feels too good… So fucking good. Don’t you dare to stop, I mumble.

Fuck… I was mesmerized by her small breasts as they moved up and down as she moved. She was breathing a bit harder, but she kept milking me ruthlessly with her pussy. She was very good at this, I knew she had practiced, and I was ready to come inside her cunt any second now. I only wished it could last forever. It was a bliss like no other to feel her soft walls working around me.

-Give me your nipples, I need to milk you too. Inka sat down on my dick once more, then she leaned her slender body down and offered her breasts to me. I sucked her breasts, changing from one to the other, over and over again. Inka was moaning softly, her voices were like fuel to the fire. I sucked her hard nipples feverishly and Inka lost her controlled moves. She was unable to concentrate and began to ride me harder. She changed her position and kissed me.

-Are you ready? she whispered to my ear.

I could only growl deep in my throat. I pressed my fingers into her flesh as I grabbed her hips. She began to ride my dick furiously, keeping her body low so that her nipples tickled my chest with every move she made. She slammed her pussy over my dick, repeatedly, crying out softly as the hard member pierced her. Her voice got higher and her pussy convulsed aggressively like it always did just before she came.

She rode me wild, suddenly putting her hand between her legs and rubbing her clit as she gave me the last few milking moves. The sight of her moving body as she rode me, her fingers rubbing her wet and hard clit and then the open, shameless ecstasy on her familiar face… It was too much for me. I came hard while snuggled deep inside her fierce pussy.

White sheet underneath us was moist with her arousal and my semen was leaking out of her convulsing pussy as my dick jerked and twitched, emptying itself in the most satisfying way. I knew there was shower somewhere, with our names written on it, but I was too dizzy to care and when Inka’s sweaty body collapsed over me I knew we were not going to move in a while from this messy bed.

Short shorts story (erotic flash fiction)

This was going to be hard. Really fucking hard, I cursed in my head when two absolutely perfect ass cheeks were staring at me in the face. Lila was standing right in front of me, moving her weight from one leg to the other occasionally, torturing me.

They were very nice cheeks, round and sexy. They were also firm and probably ripe for a tough grab by my itching fingers. My dick became alive in my trousers, making me curse under my breath. When Lila finally walked away she took a glance at me and winked her eye.

Cheeky woman…

Her lips said: I love you.

My lips said: You are in trouble.

“So, how was work?” Tom asked beside me, distracting me from the gorgeous ass that was walking away now. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was staring at Lila as well. Fuck that.

“No big deal. I just made the biggest deal of the year. We are making headlines as we speak,” I shared.

“Way to go, man.” Tom was patting me in the back, grinning. “I am so proud of you. You want another beer?”

“Sure. I could use one.”

Tom got up and vanished. I leaned back in my chair and followed Lila with my eyes. Her short shorts were so tiny it was a damn miracle she was able to walk while wearing them. There were holes in the worn fabric and I wondered what it would feel like to push my finger through one of those holes and feel her soft, warm flesh underneath. Wet for me.

She knew she was teasing me. It was against my rules to tease me publicly without my permission and she would suffer for it. We both knew it and the anticipation of the punishing act that was going to happen soon made it only worse. My dick twitched with excitement, swelling against my underwear, longing for the conflict.

It was hot and the sun was shining from a clear blue sky as I was sweating in my 4000 euro suit. I thought that I could change clothes later after I’ve relaxed with one cold beer.

My eyes met with Lila’s briefly and I narrowed my eyes. She laughed and returned to her lively conversation with her friends. Tom came back and handed the beer over. I accepted it gratefully. When he vanished again I sat and waited for the right moment like a lion that stalked his prey. I knew it would not take long when Lila would be alone with me. I just sat there patiently, with an itch I could not scratch without Lila’s pussy.

Ten minutes later she went to the kitchen to fetch something and I jumped from my seat and followed. I reached her in front of the fridge and sank my beer cold fingers to her half-bare bottom. Oh fuck, it was heaven. She screamed but I silenced her by putting my palm over her mouth.

“Hush, my lovely…” She relaxed against me and laughed a muffled laugh. “You were teasing me and made me hard. You are going to get fucked for it.” She shivered against me. Turned on by my naughty promise. “Hard, woman.”

She gasped softly and leaned her body closer, feeling my hard dick with her bottom. I fisted her long hair and turned her head to the side so that I could kiss her beautiful neck. I felt her vein beat fast under my lips. I bit her briefly before I held her by the waist and carried her to the garage. My dick pulsed against her warm body. God, it felt good to know I would be inside of her in mere seconds.

“Open your ridiculously short shorts,” I demanded and Lila obeyed. “How the fuck are you even able to walk when you are wearing them?!” I mumbled in her hair while I pushed her shorts down her legs. “Well, you are not able to walk anyway after I am done with you…” Lila shivered visibly. I moulded her ass in my palms, stretching her tiny G-strings with my fingers. “And these… my god, woman. You are driving me insane. Bend the fuck over.”

Lisa bent over my black Mercedes, her palms firmly against the car, embracing herself for the imminent invasion of her pussy. She knew me so well and I knew her. After all, we had had sex in this house for years, in every room and in numerous different positions.

“You knew those short shorts would drive me crazy, didn’t you?” Lisa did not answer. I swear she was smiling.”Instant gratification? Is that what you were looking for? Well, look no more, love.”

My hands were all over her. I found her nipple while the other one travelled slowly deeper into her tiny panties. They were wet and I could smell her scent. My dick was throbbing and I rocked it against her ass while I nudged her clitoris gently. I picked her nipple between my fingers like a red berry and did the same to her hardening clitoris. Then I pushed two fingers deeper between her legs, unable to wait any longer. Lisa gasped and her back arched a little to help me reach her pussy from the front. Oh yes… The slippery skin lets me glide inside of her easily, it was like taking a candy from a baby.

I finger fucked her for a moment, making her moan. I opened my zipper with the other hand and freed my rock hard dick. It was ready and jerking in my hand while I palmed it lazily. I brushed Lila’s hair to the side to kiss her neck. I saw a small smile on her lips.

“I am going to fuck you now, Lila,” I whispered softly and I could feel her pussy convulsing around my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of her and pulled the tiny fabric aside quickly. I aimed at her core and pushed the tip of my dick inside her opening.

“Fuuuuck…” I cursed once more, hesitating only for a second until I pushed my dick inside, filling her wet cunt. Lisa held her breath for a moment, then she relaxed and pushed her ass a bit higher, helping me to reach her deeper. It was my licence to fuck and I began to rock into her as fast and hard as I could. Her pussy was wet and wild, convulsing around me as she rocked her hips against mine.

Her moans grew louder and longer as I kept on fucking her. She ended up laughing with pleasure. Fuck I loved it when she did that. She took everything I gave, shamelessly so. Her pleasure was my biggest undoing. My dick was hardening and thickening more to the echoes of her sexy voices. I did not give a rat’s ass if our guests heard us fucking wildly in here. We were married. Period. I could pleasure my wife and myself whenever the fuck I wanted.

“Are you coming for me, Lila?” I rolled my hips, reaching her pussy suddenly from all angles, rubbing my dick into her wildly. Her head fell forward as she whined her pleasure out. My head fell back as I dived deep into her core once more, low groan in my throat.

“Come for me!” I demanded as my fingers sank into her flesh and my thrusts grew reckless. “I am coming inside of you…!” I exclaimed and that was the last straw for Lila. She climaxed suddenly all around me, pushing me over the edge fast and we pulsed and panted together as the wonderful carnal pleasure took us both over. It cannot get better than this, I thought to myself.

“Oh god…” Lisa moaned, her cheek against the car metal. “Oh goddess,” I murmured against her neck, kissing her salty flesh, still inside of her sweet pussy. It took a while until I was able to move.

Eventually, I pulled out of her, watching as my semen followed. I adjusted her panties and pulled her short shorts up. Lisa straightened her back and turned around to face me.

“Are you expecting me to go out to the yard like this? Smelling like your semen and wild sex?”

“Yes, I am Lila. You’ll smell like me so the other men know that you are mine. You are all mine, Lila. I will never let you go.”

“Good. Because I do not want you to.”

She walked away, trying to adjust her shorts a bit and straightening her hair with her fingers. Her hips were swinging softly. Well, she can walk, after all, I mused as I began to put my satiated and happy dick back into my pants.

Play with me (Part One)

I have fucked the living daylights out of her ever since the day we met. That was exactly one year ago. The funny thing is; she keeps coming back for more. Yeah, she comes and she crawls for me.  She rides my cock like a boss. She is a living, squirming sex goddess blossoming in my hands and she is craving for more of me whenever we meet.

Sometimes I sleep at her place for a week or so. Maybe it is me who is coming for more since I am unable to go back to my own place. I don’t want to leave her out of my sight, out of my reach. I sleep better when I am with her. She is a spoonful of calm sleep when I curl beside her and press my chest against her back after we are satiated with making love for one, two or three times a night.

The thing is that when I sleep better my work is much easier for me to do. I need a good night’s sleep to keep my hands steady. I am saving lives, after all. One slip of a knife and a life could be lost forever. I wonder if this woman is saving lives. I know she has saved me. I was lost before I met her. I had women, but none of them was a keeper. This beautiful, rare bird is. She makes me feel alive. I am filled with warm, fuzzy feelings while spending time with her, not just when I am inside her warm, soft, greedy pussy. Fuck, I love that pussy. So maybe it is the sex. Or maybe it is her peculiar personality.

I have not tried to figure it all out yet. I am having too much fun. We are having fun together. Our mutual chemistry is still so hot it still makes my skin tingle and my dick hard whenever I think about her. I am like a teenager once again, but now I have brains! It’s the best kind of thing ever and the sex is phenomenal when you both know what you like to do with each other.

I know how to control my body and I definitely know how to control her when she is greedy for more. I have so many dirty ideas how to get between her legs and what to do while I am in there. I have confidence like never before, because I know she comes for me every time I touch her. I don’t leave her hanging – only when I am playing with her.  And we do play a lot. I love to play with this woman. She is confident, smart, sexy adult and she loves the way I touch her or do not touch her. She goes crazy when I torture her with her own lust. She is not afraid to say if she does not like the things I do to her. Usually, she likes them, likes them a lot. I do know what I am doing. I’ve had practice. However, this woman is a whole new level. I care for her more than I bear to admit to myself.

I get my own key from my pocket and open the door to her flat. I sent her text earlier to let her know I am on my way to her place. The place is filled with red tulips and roses and the smell strikes my senses immediately. A little smile comes out and plays on my lips. I sent her way too many flowers, but I just felt like doing that. She makes me feel alive and I am grateful and happy. I like to pamper her little ass off and she loves to be pampered.

I kick my shoes off. I do not stop when I drop my jacket to the sofa. I continue towards the kitchen. It is empty. I continue quickly towards the bedroom and bingo, there she is. She is wearing those magnificent boots she wore the day I met her. Her red cape is on her shoulders and the hood is pulled up over her black curls. I take a notice how her eyes twinkle as she looks at me. She is trying to look innocent when she is nothing but.

“Hello, Mister Wolf.”

I simply smirk at her and begin to stalk towards her. Fuck, I thought I was going to get a hot shower before I get to play with her, but my mind, body and dick get horny instantly. My dick pushes against my zipper as I let my eyes linger on her tiny underwear. She has some pathetic piece of fabric between her legs, barely hiding her sweet pussy. I could pull the delicate string aside with one finger and push my dick straight inside of her wet cunt, while she is on her knees on the bed, waiting for me while wearing her divine fuck-me-boots. The mental vision makes my dick jerk and I have to adjust my position. I clear my throat and my hand finds my tie. I slip it off my neck impatiently and drop it to the nearest chair. She likes messy foreplay. She also likes to make me hard and the telltale dick print in my pants does not go unnoticed.

“Play with me,” she purrs as I get closer to her warm body.  I laugh a little, low laughter and watch with satisfaction how it affects her. Her sensitive nipples harden underneath her red top. I swallow hard. When I finally reach her I kiss her on the cheek and my thumb finds her nipple as I take a hold of her familiar body. She snakes her arms around my neck and smiles with her eyes and her lips. I roll my thumb over her nipple, over and over again, teasing her gently. Her eyes dilate and her lips quiver so little it would be easy to miss, but I never do. I know her body signs.

“Thank you for the flowers, Wolf,” she purrs again, her voice like honey to my ears. Her quick tongue licks her bottom lip before she closes her mouth and pouts for a second. She knows I adore her beautiful mouth, especially when it is all over my dick. She knows how to manipulate me, but the joke is on her. I know how to drive her out of her mind with lust.

“You’re welcome, Miss Riding Hood.”

“You made a new record, Wolf,” she continues. I raise my eyebrows like I had no idea. “Did I? I really had no idea, Inka.”

”120 tulips, 80 roses,” she informs me. “Last time you sent 50 each.”

“Really? That much? Did you count them?” I tease.

“I did, yes.”

“That must have taken a while,” I whisper softly before I pull her face closer with my hand and kiss her red lips. The first moan that escapes her gives me an opportunity to slide my tongue between her lips. Our tongues duel for a moment and I lose myself in her with our long and slow kiss. Her soft, cherry-flavored lips are ecstasy, but it is not enough. I rip my mouth away, grab her ass and lift her up in the air. I walk us to the bed and help her down on the sheets softly. She leans back and looks at me with a knowing look in her eyes. She knows I can’t leave her like this and go to the shower. I need to have my fix before I am able to get rid of my clothes and do it all over again.

Fresh flowers on her nightstand fill the air with their aroma. I know the room is going to smell like sex soon. It will be filled with moans of lust, need and sexual hunger. When I am done with her the fragrant flower of her pussy, she is the only smell in my flaring nostrils. I love the smell of my woman when she is wide open for me, fresh pussy nectar running down her petals.

She spreads her legs even before I get to ask her. Naughty girl but I love it.

Show me the pussy

Fuck. It hurts to be a man this morning. The company Christmas party was a big mistake in the first place, but I made it worse by drinking way too much free booze. Now the alcohol was oozing through my skin and it had marinated my brain. It felt downright painful. My tongue and palate formed two pieces of sandpaper and they rubbed against each other uncomfortably while I tried to swallow. I blinked. I did not repeat that stupid stunt after the pain pierced my eyeballs. I inhaled and exhaled. My breath was probably like paint remover at this point. It was silent. My heart was beating and I was alive. So far so good, I thought.

There was an uncomfortable unfamiliarity in the air. First, I could not put my finger on it. Besides, my hands were lying limp on the bed before me, the left one had fallen asleep while I had slept. My fingers were out of work. No putting them anywhere. Out of curiosity, I sniffed the fingers of my right hand. They smelled like pussy. Okay. Maybe I had some last night. Eventually, it was the inhaling part that finally helped me to solve the clue of feeling awkward about this place.

My own place never smelled like vanilla and magnolia. I am not in my own fucking apartment. So, the question left was: where was I? I did not remember much from last night, except dancing. There had been a lot of dancing activity, considering that I am a guy who never dances. And whose was the pussy that had fallen on my fingers? I knew these things happened to me. All the time, actually. I jumped up, groaning with the pain in my head. I blinked more and the excruciating pain vanished eventually. When I looked down at my body I groaned. Naked. I was naked in a place that smells like a woman? Was it one of my colleagues?

Fuck, no.

I sniffed the strong aroma of coffee, bacon, and eggs. I shivered as the need to eat washed over me. My jeans were on the floor and I claimed them, not even trying to find my underwear. This was a situation that called for going commando. I walked out of the room like a troop and followed the smell of breakfast. I could kill for food. My nose leads me to a strange kitchen with a huge window. I blinked several times until I got accustomed to the brightness of it and then I saw the woman beside the stove. She wore jeans and a top. Without a bra, of course, the nipples pierced my brain. Her hair looked like she had just been fucked. Maybe because we had fucked? Oh, what have I done? It was Ariana, my boss.

’Morning handsome,’ she smiled, not looking uneasy in the least. ’How are you this morning?’ I just stared. ’Hungry?’ she asked with a small smile. ’You look like shit.’ I cleared my throat and the pain shot through my head. I sat down and rubbed my face with my palms. I raked my fingers through my hair, trying not to look like shit. Ariana filled a plate with eggs and bacon and handed it over. She put black coffee before me. She added painkillers with a glass of water to my menu. ’Choose your poison,’ she said and after the toaster had done its toasting she gave a piece of warm bread as well.

We ate in silence. The perfectly cooked egg made my mouth smoother and I began to look for words. Did we fuck? Am I fired? Was I even any good at it? I rolled my eyes and it hurt so much that I winced. Ariana laughed a little. ’Yes, we did fuck,’ she announced like she had read my mind. Oh, God. I swallowed the last piece of bacon and decided against speaking. I began to feel a little bit better but ended up feeling sorry for myself because I did not remember how her pussy had felt like when we had rolled between her vanilla-scented sheets. If I got fired after this one-night stand, even if I was hardly able to stand on my own feet, I wanted to know what Ariana had felt like, when I was inside her. I needed to know what she looked like – down there.

They say that when you have seen one pussy, you have seen them all. I wish to disagree. Some of them are beautiful, and some of them, are not so much. It’s equally the same with penises – I am not being a racist here. There is no way you can say that penises are beautiful, right? Especially when they’re limp. It is such a sad sight, it is almost an eyesore. Penises can be curvacious and balls can be hairy or wrinkled. Pussies can be all kinds of beasts as well, with the amazing ability to adapt. Women are adapters. They adapt to meet the shape of their man. They are amazing, really. Whereas men just stick their penises to women, women do all kinds of shit with their pussies. I wanted to know what Ariana did to my dick last night. Damn.

’You’re quiet,’ Ariana said. ’Sorry,’ I mumbled, holding my coffee so hard my fingers ached. ’You talked a lot last night. You told me how gorgeous I was, how fantastic it felt to fuck my pussy. Three times, Miles. Hard. Twice from behind, once in a missionary. We tried wallbanging, but you were quite drunk, so we fell on the bed instead.’ ’Sorry,’ I repeated, definitely deflated. Three times? What kind of superpowers did I have when I was plastered? ’No need to be sorry, Miles. You gave me at least three magnificent orgasms. I was hoping you could give me number four or five before you go.’ I choked on my coffee. ’Soo…’ Ariana began. ‘Do you have the balls to fuck me, when you are sober? That is the question.’

My eyes dropped to her nipples under the thin fabric. I returned my gaze to her face. She was tapping her lower lip with her finger and her eyebrows were slightly up, like question marks. Her eyes were challenging me. I took the glass of water and downed the painkiller. Ariana drank her own glass of water, letting it spill down her jaw, her neck, and beautiful perky breasts. I didn’t feel deflated anymore. I knew this could be the beginning of a beautiful fuck against the white kitchen wall. ‘Show me the pussy,’ I growled as I got up and walked straight to her. ‘Show me the pussy.’

Safe tonight

We found a table for two after our cloaked dance and the man who called himself Andreas Wolf helped me to sit down and then he went to get some food for us. I was grateful for the chance to sit down, because I felt wobbly in my high heels. I was overcome with my own wantonness. When I agreed to come to this party I thought that it would give me a chance to let my hair down, but never in my perfect life I would have guessed what had just happened. My body felt warm and my cheeks turned red easily when he returned back to me.

“What did you just do to me, Mr. Wolf?” I whispered to him while he placed one big plate of food on the table. He leaned down to whisper to my ear. “I just fucked you with my fingers and made you come.” He turned and left me alone again and returned soon with two cups of coffee and one glass of wine on a small tray.

“Thank you for the food,” I mumbled and took the wine. I gulped down half of it and it cooled me down enough so that I could begin to eat. I was starving. I hadn’t eaten all day. I was wondering if I should say thank you for the orgasm as well. It had been a very fine orgasm.

“How is your cheek?” he asked, after we began to nibble our food. It was mostly finger food, so we shared the same plate. “You know, Little Red Riding Hood, orgasm is great pain reliever,” he winked at me before I had a chance to answer.

He licked his fingers, the ones that were between my legs only a few moments ago. I blushed like a red street light and knew that the color matched my red cloak perfectly. I moaned and hid my burning face in my palms. I can’t believe that the man who sat in front of me, a complete stranger, just fingerfucked me under the cover of my cloak.

That was so horrible… yet it had felt damn good. I groaned to my hands and probably shed a tear or two, out of shame and regret. I was a good girl. He was nothing but bad bad news, a really bad wolf. He was doing bad things to me. What kind of sick twist of fate had brought us together this evening?

“Look at me,” he demanded quietly. “Everything is alright. I understand that you wanted it just as much as I did, Little Red Riding Hood.” His eyes were warm and understanding and he put his hand on mine on the table. That was true. I had wanted it. I blushed even more, if that was possible. His other hand reached for my cheek.

“You know, I would love to do much more with you, if you want me to.” I looked at him, speechless, wondering what to say to him. My mind went wild with ideas what he would actually want to do with me, to do to me. My imagination turned me on and I felt the familiar need inside me. I shifted on my seat and he read my body language like I was an open book in front of him. His gaze was burning me from the inside out.

“You… you would? Why? I am nothing to you.”

“That’s where you are wrong. You are everything to me tonight.” He lowered his voice, so that nobody would hear him. “I can still remember very well how your wet, silky pussy felt around my fingers and how wet you were for me. I only wish I could feel how you feel around my cock when you come around it and your inner walls ripple with pleasure against me and I can come inside you. I want to go bare and raw with you. I have a serious need to fuck you until you know that you belong to me, Red Riding Hood.”

“What?!” I gasped and rose to my feet, so that the coffees spilt all over the table. What a waste. My mind’s eye was conjuring images of him lying on top of me, taking me, making me come for him. What a traitor this mind of mine. I was in a state of flee or fight and my mind wanted to flee but my body wanted him to fuck me. I knew I would sit down again in front of him, even before he grabbed my wrist and pleaded me to sit down silently, nodding towards my chair. Before I knew it the words left my lips.

“You are the most arrogant asshole I’ve ever met, yet I am unable to walk away from you.”

“I know. Those heels are ridiculous.” His laugh was sexy and his eyes twinkled with delight and something else that I was not able to recognize.

“I would like to belong to you as well and I want to prove it to you. I know we would be fucking awesome together.” He took a potato chip and chewed it in his mouth, with his beautiful white teeth. He was immaculate, even his teeth were perfect. He leaned back and sipped what was left of his coffee. I sat back to my seat slowly. I watched him watching me.

“You don’t have to flee from me. I can hear you perfectly well with my big wolf ears.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I can hear you very well if you tell me to fuck off, but I hope you will not do that.” I bit my lips just to stop myself from laughing. I did not want him to know that he had won, but somehow I knew he already knew that I had given in to his bastard charm. I emptied my wine glass and excused myself to go to the ladies room.

With great concentration I managed to walk through the crowd towards the toilets. After I was done I closed the toilet lid and sat there, negotiating inside my head whether I should sneak out of the restaurant, to ask Anna to help me get out of this place from the back door. There must be another exit somewhere, in the kitchen at least. I texted Anna and asked her to meet me outside the toilet.

When I opened the door and walked out I bumbed into one hard muscled chest that belonged to Mr. Wolf.

“Oops,” he said as he steadied me. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes… I…” my words died as Anna rushed towards us.

“There you are, my friend,” she giggled. She winked at Wolf. “And you have your handsome Wolf with you. Are you enjoying yourselves?” I bit my lip and Wolf laughed his low, sensual laugh.

“Yes. Very much so. Thank you. But I am taking Little Red Riding Hood home now. I want her to be safe after the little accident we had earlier on the street.

“What accident? Is that why she has hurt her cheek?”

“It was nothing,” I interrupted. “It is true. I need to get back home, I am tired.”

“I hope you keep her safe, Mr. Wolf,” Anna told Andreas. “If you don’t, I will hunt you down, Mr. Wolf.”

“No need to worry. This beautiful woman will be perfectly safe with me.”

Beautiful? Safe?

His smile did not look very safe to me, but it charmed Anna immediately and she was putty in his wolfy paws as he leaned to kiss her cheek. “Happy birthday, Anna,” he told her.

“Happy birthday, Anna and thank you. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I added.

“I will,” Anna winked. “David has a surprise for me and I am dying to see it.”

We walked out of the restaurant together. Mr. Wolf held me by his side and it was good because I actually did feel a bit tired and the shoes were crushing my toes.

“My car is parked around the corner. Can you make it there or should I carry you?”

“I can walk,” I said stubbornly, but winced with every step I took and he lifted me up from my feet quite effortlessly and began to carry me along the street.

“People are staring at us…” I complained and buried my face to his jacket and took one long sniff of his smell, a perfect combination of clean clothes and cologne and pure maleness.

Heaven. He smelled like heaven. I was expecting angels to fall down from the grey sky above us. It was raining harder now. Sleet and water drops clung to our clothes and made us wet and cold before we reached his black car.

“So, where do you live?”

I told him the address and it took us hardly 10 minutes to reach our destination. He carried me to my building, he snatched the keys from my basket and opened the front door. Then he carried me to the lift, but because of the size of it he had to put me back down on my feet.

He was standing very close to me while the lift ascended. His thumbs caressed my cheeks as his long fingers held my neck and pulled me closer to his face. He planted a soft, quick kiss on my lips.

“I will make sure you are safe tonight, but I need to see you again. The next time will not be safe from wolf’s bite. I want to sink my teeth to your gorgeous ass as soon as possible.”

I fucking nodded. That was all I was able to do. I missed his lips already as he turned to open the door for us. He took me inside; he helped me to get rid of my boots and my wet cloak. He watched my body longingly before he turned around and walked to the door.

“Take a long, hot shower and clean that wound of yours carefully before bed, okay? Would you do that for me? And if you think about me in the shower I want to hear all about it tomorrow, when I come for a visit to check on you, Little Red Riding Hood.”

 

And with that he was gone. He knew where I lived, he would see my name written on the door and there was no place for me to hide from the wolf anymore. I was at his mercy and it was something that made my pulse beat faster. I needed a cold shower, not a hot one, but I was too tired to argue. I removed the plaster from my cheek and did exactly as Mr. Wolf had told me to. I thought about him in the shower, but only in my bed, under the warm blanket I slid my fingers between my legs and masturbated myself to sleep while thinking about Mr. Wolf and his impressive erection between his legs.