“Oh, baby, you taste so fucking good.” Finally, he relinquished his hold on her sex, but gave her quivering flesh one final lap with his tongue.

Eventually, reason came back to her in a rush, and she was able to draw air without panting. Clawing her way up the shower stall, she managed to stand. Every muscle in her body still trembled with exertion and spent passion. Every nerve ending still pulsed with want and desire. She turned just as Vance stood and she stared him in the face.

Good lord, he was gorgeous. Silky dark hair plastered to his chiseled face from the water, his lips flushed and swollen from sucking on her pussy, and his eyes still aflame with lust. She gazed down his lean slick body until she found his cock. He was erect and glistening from the water still spraying on them both.

With a cheeky grin, Vance touched his cock, sliding his hand over his shaft. “It seems I’m not so professional after all.”

Four

Unable to control her hunger any longer, Sangria launched herself at him. He must have anticipated it, because he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and crushed his mouth to hers. A surplus of tastes circled in her mouth as they kissed, including her own lusty juices. It tasted like ambrosia on his lips and tongue. Moaning and groaning into him, she raced her hands over his body. Up his back, down to his ass. She searched everywhere for his flesh, something to hold onto, something to dig into while their tongues tangoed in her mouth.

Sliding his hands down, Vance grabbed her ass and lifted her up into his arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Sangria didn’t miss a beat as he carried her into the other room. She continued to feast on his mouth, nipping and tugging at his full bottom lip.

She nearly squealed when he dropped her onto the mattress and covered her wet throbbing body with his own. Nestling his cock between her legs, he nibbled on her chin and neck, while his hands were busy at her breasts, squeezing and pulling her nipples into aching rigid peaks.

Spreading her legs wide, she tried to capture his cock with her slick inner folds. Eager to have him sheathed inside, Sangria nudged her pussy against him repeatedly. Groaning, he finally acknowledged the hint, and guided his cock into her, sliding in with one hard thrust.

She ground her teeth against the urge to scream as he filled her completely. She thanked the lord that she was already sop-ping wet or he would have never slid in so easily. Even now, she felt overstuffed with his long wide cock moving inside. She could hardly breathe with the delight of it.

“Oh god, you’re still so tight,” he panted through clenched teeth. “You’re like crushed velvet against my cock.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she growled against his throat. “You talk too much.”

He ceased all movements and grinned down at her. “Hmm, sounds like someone’s pretty eager.” He slipped out of her and sat up.

“What are you doing?” She grabbed for him, but he slapped her hands away.

“I want to know how much you want me.”

“Fuck that.”

Still smiling, he sat back against the wall and stroked his cock lazily. “Then you’ll get none of this.”

Leaning on her elbow, Sangria couldn’t help but watch as he touched himself. Furious that he denied her what she wanted, she couldn’t turn away. He was an exquisite example of male perfection. Even his cock was perfect. And she wanted it, she wanted him.

She knew he was playing a game with her. She hated games especially when it came to interaction between the sexes. But something about this man made her want to play. It was more than the gorgeous cock between his legs, and the way it filled her up. Here was a man that only the rich, the privileged, and influential touched. He was a man she would never have thought of approaching, never dreamed of being with. Her past lovers had always been just as serious and uncomplicated as she was. Not someone to laugh with, or to share comfortable silences. As she watched Vance, eyed him up and down, taking in his smoldering eyes, handsome face, and playful smile, she realized that she could do that and more with him. That she wanted to.

Getting to her knees, Sangria crawled to him. “I want you.”

“What was that?” he murmured. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

She shuffled up to him, straddled his lap, and nuzzled her pussy against his cock. “I said I fucking want you.” She licked his lobe. “Can’t you tell?” She growled as she ground her sex onto him.

“Mm, yeah,” he moaned while he aided her hips back and forth lubricating his member. “I can feel your sweet juices dripping onto my cock.”

Nibbling her way over his chin, Sangria covered his mouth with hers, pushing her tongue between his lips. On a chuckle, he opened and swept his tongue over hers teasingly darting in and out.

She loved his playfulness. She couldn’t remember the last time she relaxed enough to enjoy sex this much. It was always hurried, more like a necessity than a luxury. But this, with him, was all lavishness, and she was going to revel in every moment of it.

As they kissed, she could feel Vance’s fingers exploring her. He slid them between her ass cheeks and into her soft wet folds. Trailing his fingers back and forth along her cleft, he finally slipped them one at a time into her pussy.

“Mm, I love how you feel inside. So fucking hot,” he said while nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Fuck me, and you’ll see how much hotter it can get.”

She wanted his cock inside her now. She was burning for him. If he waited much longer, she might just self-combust.

Without another word, he slid his fingers out, lifted her up, and pulled her down onto his rigid length. As he filled her, Sangria bit back a cry of pleasure. She mounted him perfectly. A deliciously snug fit.

Once he was fully sheathed inside her pussy, Sangria held still, clutching her vaginal muscles around him, enjoying the way he felt. Savoring every ridge, every vein of his glorious cock.

He groaned against her neck as she clenched and un-clenched her muscles, squeezing him tight. “Oh, God, woman. You’re killing me.”

“Well I can’t have that,” she chuckled. “I’m not nearly through with you.” And with that, she started to rock back and forth.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed up with her legs, stopping right at the tip of his cock, and then slammed back down. Each time she moved, Vance groaned, his jaw clenched tight. She knew she was driving him insane because she could feel it in the way his muscles bunched and twitched. He was reining it in, trying to stay in control. She wondered what it would take to send him over the edge.

While she pumped up and down, Vance pulled her close, nibbled on her neck, and ran his hands up and down her back to end up on her ass. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh, brushing his fingers in the valley of her cheeks, circling her anus. Each time he did this, the breath caught in her throat. An explosive orgasm was kindling inside. She was afraid of its intensity, knowing it was going to be fiery and overpowering like a raging inferno.

Vance ran his tongue up and down her neck and ended to suckle on her earlobe. “I love how you feel, Sangria. So soft, so silky,” he groaned. “I want to fuck you so hard that you scream.”

His words sent ripples of pleasure over her. She grabbed hold of his dark silky hair and crushed her mouth to his in answer to his statement. Oh, God, yes, fuck me hard! She wanted to scream.

Gripping her ass cheeks tightly, Vance lifted her up, but keeping his cock still buried deep, and flipped her onto her back. Once there, he grabbed her legs and pushed them back, spreading her wide. Her knees touched the mattress and she had to take in a few ragged breaths as he began to slide his cock out, and then back in.

In this position, she was completely stretched open and exposed. She could feel every glorious inch of him thrusting in and out of her. At first, his rhythm was leisurely and controlled. However, that didn’t last long.

Soon, he was plunging into her. Flesh slapped against flesh. Their pants mingled together with each thrust. Sangria whimpered as he rammed into her pussy again and again. She could feel him deep inside, as if pushing at her very soul.

Tears welled in her eyes, as her climax quivered on release. She couldn’t take much more. Every nerve ending in her body was firing. She felt like she was ablaze.

Reaching down, she brushed her fingers over the hood of her slit, pushing it back to find her inflamed nub. All her muscles flinched and bunched as she stroked her clit. That was all it took to send her spiraling over into bliss.

Crying out, as starbursts exploded in her eyes, Sangria came hard. She tried to push her legs back, but Vance held her still, held her open as he continued to thrust his cock into her contracting pussy.

She thrashed about on the mattress as delicious wave after wave of pleasure surged over her. She nearly lost her breath with the power of it. Crying out again, she ran her hands over his chest, raking her nails over his skin. She couldn’t do anything else but hang on as her orgasm took her under into the rapturous deep.

Groaning loudly, Vance finally released her legs and fell forward, wrapping his hands around her head, digging his fingers into her hair. With one final deep thrust, he came in a rush of heat and violence.

Sangria wrapped her arms around him and held him as he came, enjoying the way her hands slid over his slick, sweaty skin.

“Oh fuck!” he moaned as he emptied himself utterly.

They laid there for what seemed like an eternity, pressed together, sweat mingling, juices flowing. Finally, Sangria began to stir, testing her limbs for the strength to move. Everything felt like rubber. Soft, hot, pliant rubber, but rubber all the same.