Missy Johnson - Provoke

I pushed him away and narrowed my eyes.

“You think I’m sexy?” I asked, tilting my head. My dark hair tumbled over my shoulder as I unbuttoned my shirt. He smirked and leaned back against the kitchen counter, his hands behind his back, just watching me.

With all the buttons undone, my shirt fell open, giving him glimpses of my smooth, creamy skin and the soft-pink lace bra that was doing a wonderful job holding my girls up.

I bit my lip and reached behind me, unzipping my skirt. Very slowly, with my thumbs hooked on either side, I lowered it. His eyes fell to my matching pink thong as the skirt disappeared down my long legs. I kicked it aside and walked over to him, swaying my hips. The heels I was wearing gave me an extra few centimetres in height, which brought me almost to eye level with him.

“So?” I repeated coyly, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. I wanted to burst out laughing. This sexy little minx act was so not me, but from the obvious bulge in the front of his pants, he didn’t seem to agree.

“Come here.” He leaned forward, his fingers getting lost in my long dark hair. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he growled, kissing me roughly.

He pushed me down until I was kneeling on the floor. I smiled up at him, my fingers reaching to unbuckle his belt. He stared down at me with hungry eyes, his fingers still lost in my hair.

“Fuck, sexy,” he mumbled as I freed his hardness. I didn’t answer. Instead, I took his long, stiff shaft in my hands and began to move them up and down as he groaned softly. He shifted as I gripped the base of his cock. I flipped my hair over my shoulder so he could see me take the tip of him into my mouth. He loved watching me. And I loved to be watched.

My lips closed around his girth and began to glide along his shaft as my tongue massaged and tasted his cock. I loved the feeling of control this gave me. There was no more powerful feeling in the world than giving your man head.

Gawd, I’ll probably set back women’s rights a few thousand years just thinking that. 

My tongue rolled over his cock as he grabbed a handful of my hair and guided my mouth along his length. As much as I enjoyed control, I loved it when he dominated me. Nothing compared to his grabbing me by my ponytail and forcing his stiff cock down my throat, demanding that I suck.

He grunted as my tongue rolled along his length. My eyes remained on his, loving the feeling of him watching me as I sucked. I flicked the tip, tasting his precum as his arousal increased.

“Such a tease,” he muttered, his grip on my ponytail tightening to the point where it hurt. His body tensed—he was close, I could feel it. I moved back and forth faster, my tongue caressing his cock as his elation began to heighten. “Stand up,” he demanded. I got to my feet.

He slipped my thong down over my hips and hoisted me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, wet and ready as his erection pressed at the entrance of my pussy.

“Oohh,” I gasped as he thrust hard inside of me. I lay back on the counter as he climbed on top of me, propping my leg over his shoulder. A whimper escaped from me as he pounded into me. So close… I arched my back as elation filled my body. My muscles tensing, I reached down and slipped a finger against my spot, gasping as his shaft impaled me.

“God, yes!” I gasped. I closed my eyes, reeling in the delirium that was coursing through my body. His movements slowed until he eventually pulled out of me. He took my hands and sat me up, my body falling limp against him.

“I’ve still got to get home,” I muttered, resting my chin on his chest. He smiled and stroked my hair.

“Stay here.”

“I’ve got work in the morning, and my clothes and makeup . . .” I sighed as my nails drew little circles over his smooth chest.

“Tell you what: set your alarm an hour earlier and I’ll run you home in the morning.”

“You’d get up early for me?” I grinned at him. Mace hated mornings.

“I’d do anything for you, Leets,” he said.

He put his hand on my neck, tilting it up until my eyes met his. All I saw was the love and desire of a man who would go to the moon and back for me. Not a day went by when he didn’t tell me how much he loved me. I cherished that, especially knowing how hard it was for him to show his feelings.

“Come here, you.” He nodded his head at me, so I made my way over, laughing as he picked me up. I threw my arms around his neck as he carried me into his bedroom, carefully laying me down on the bed. He pulled the covers over me and climbed in beside me.

“I knew not making my bed would come in handy,” he grinned, his lips finding mine. I melted into his embrace as he gently stroked my hair. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Closing my eyes, I smiled as his fingers swept over my back, each touch driving my body crazy and relaxing me at the same time. I sighed. I couldn’t ask for anymore from this man. My eyelids closed as I began to drift off, faintly aware of him whispering sweet words in my ear as I fell asleep.

Mace

I woke up early, for the first time ever, before my alarm sounded. Leet was fast asleep, snuggled against my body, my arms wrapped around her. My face against her neck, I breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of her skin.

My stiff cock pressed against her ass, begging to be satisfied. Even the smell of her got me hard. I gently rocked myself against her, my fingers wandering around, tickling her stomach.

She stirred, her eyes opening. She smiled at me, rolling over. Her lips tilted up, pressing against mine as her hand found it’s way to my cock. I groaned as she gripped hold of it, stroking.

“Morning,” I muttered, my mouth finding hers. She kissed me back, her tongue curling around my own. She slid to the edge of the bed, standing up.

“That’s just cruel,” I grumbled, fisting my cock underneath the covers as I took in her curvy, naked body.

She laughed. “I was going to have a shower. Are you going to join me?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I jumped out of bed and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my fingers tickling her bare skin. She giggled and tried to break free.

“Come on, let’s make this quick. I’ve got work to get to,” she said, walking us both toward the bathroom.

I hit the taps, and then turned my attention back to her and that glorious body. 

“Come here,” I said, taking her hand. She smiled, and moved toward me as I checked the temperature of the water.

“What are you doing?” She laughed as I hoisted her onto my hips. She cried out as her back hit the cold tiles of the shower, water streaming down over us.

“What do you think?” I murmured, kissing her neck. She set one foot down, the other remaining locked around my waist. My hands roamed over her wet skin. I felt her nipples harden against my touch. Leaning down, I took one in my mouth and began to suck as her hands clutched at my wet hair.

“Down,” She muttered, pushing me down onto my knees. I chuckled as she hooked her leg over my shoulder, the other remaining on the floor to steady her.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

She glared down at me. “You know what I want.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re an ass,” She muttered, blushing. “I want you to lick me. I want to feel your tongue inside me, okay?”

I grinned, my tongue moving slowly along her entrance as she whimpered. “More than okay,” I whispered. I loved making her say it. Making her tell me what she wanted. For such a confident woman she could be so shy when it came to sex that I couldn’t resist teasing her.

My hands on her ass, I buried my face in her pussy. She squealed as my tongue pushed deep inside of her, massaging her spot as she shifted, thrusting me further inside of her.

“Oh god yeah,” she gasped. She pressed back against the tiles, her leg clenching around my neck as she pressed the back of my head. “That’s…yeah,” she panted. I glanced up at her, water spraying me in the face as I took in her expression, and the way her hand was now rubbing her nipple as my mouth fucked her pussy.

She moaned. Her back arched, pushing her hips forward as her pussy demanded more of me. My tongue flicked at her clit as I plunged a finger, then two, inside of her slick wetness. She was so ready; I could feel she was going to explode any moment now.

“Arghh,” she cried, her body convulsing as she began to climax. I could feel the tension in her legs and her arms as her limbs clung to me, yet at the same time she was pushing away my head. Eventually, her hold on me relaxed and I stood up, holding her under the stream of water, my hands all over her.

“That was fucking incredible,” she sighed. “I can’t even…” she shook her head and sighed. I chuckled, kissing her lips as I reached for the body wash. Lathering up a handful, I ran my hands over her body again as she sighed.

“Why are you so good to me?” she muttered as I rinsed the suds from her body. I shook my head. She just didn’t get it.

“With you, I’m the only way I can be. You bring out the good in me, Leets,” I muttered. She smiled, letting me help her out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around her, I kissed her on the nose. “If we’re going to get you home in time to change we’d better hurry.”

She nodded again. She looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept in a week. I grinned, loving that I had that affect on her.

“Have I told you how awesome you are?” she asked.