101 EROTICA STORIES (52 page)

“Oh my God,” she nearly screamed out, but thought better of it and slapped her palm over her mouth.

He fumbled, opening the zipper of his jeans, releasing the thick, long rod he’s been dreaming of putting into her. He teased her a bit, rubbing the tip of his penis on her silky labia, teasing her.

Victoria looked down and gasped at what she saw. Then she looked back at him, her eyes wide and apprehensive. “How, how will that fit-”

A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “It will, honey,” he assured, then caught her lips in another kiss.

While he continued to fondle her breast, twitching the nipple hard, his other hand gently eased his cock into her pussy. She was so drenched with her juices that his hot rod slid in without difficulty – until he reached the barrier which stilled her.

She groaned at the pain and pushed him away. “Damon, you have to stop, please. Please…”

“No, honey,” he crooned. Then he gently rubbed his thumb once more on her clit, “Everything will be alright, baby, I promise.”

She was a virgin. Although he knew that she was not the sort who’d allow to get laid by random men, he was surprised that she’d let him be her first. Then again, he sort of didn’t give her a chance. It wasn’t rape, of course, but he practically seduced her. He had years of practice in this case and she, apparently, had this only.

He could feel the tension in her body building up, and when she was panting hard already, he thrust his cock deeply into her. As he did, Victoria raised her leg and curled it around Damon’s hips, opening herself up to him. He raised her up a bit on the wall then his head dropped to suck on her overly sensitized, puckered nipples.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, Vic.” he grunted, while he continued to plow into her.

He felt her starting to tremble then, and he knew that she was close to climaxing. Thank God for common sense, though. Although he wanted to spurt every last drop of his semen into her, he couldn’t get her pregnant. And he knew that it was unfair for her.

He had his responsibilities. As his mother wanted, he had to run for local office, marry a nice, rich woman from a good family, build his own family and then climb the Washington ladder.

This did not include the unknown, impoverished Victoria Leigh.

She seemed to have understood, thank God, when he explained to her a few years later, that he had to marry Elise Downey. They were in bed that day, in a sleazy motel out of town.

“That was fucking amazing, baby.” he told her, as she laid her head on the pillow next to him. “You should do that again,” he said, pertaining to her skill in deep-throating his long, thick cock.

She grinned, “Do the same for me and I’ll give you a blow job anytime.”

He raised himself on one elbow and let his hand trail down her delightful pussy. He inserted one finger inside, smiled to find out it was still slick, and then licked his finger. “No problem with that. You taste so good.”

He was going down on her already but she pulled him up. “So you’re getting married, really?” she asked nonchalantly. He held a frown that was creasing his forehead. He was a bit pissed that she didn’t sound annoyed at the idea.

“This year, yes.” he said, his hand circling around her navel. “But that won’t change anything between us. I want-”

She shook her head, slapping his hand which was straying from her belly to her breast. “No Damon. We can’t anymore. Once you’re married, you stay married. I won’t be there.”

That stumped him. Even his raging cock softened at what she said. “Vic-”

She bit her lip and breathed deeply before turning her head to stare at him. “If you want to be a real success in that field, you shouldn’t have loose ends. People won’t accept that. I’m that.” She then got up and got the towel on a couch. “Besides, I don’t like people I don’t know sneering at me just because I’m the mistress of the vice mayor.”

At the time, Victoria was already 23, studying minor subjects at a local college. Those were what she can really afford. She was so young but her candid nature and sheer intelligence

Although everything was planned for his marriage to filthy rich and utterly beautiful Southern belle Elise, they still saw each other. The last time Damon saw Victoria was when they had a steamy quickie in her car at the second floor of a parking lot. That was the day before his wedding.

It was over a decade ago when he first met Victoria. And it has been five years since he saw her last. After his term, he decided not to run for office anymore. His mother passed away, so no one will badger him about becoming a senator like his father, and he decided to focus on working as a criminal lawyer for FBI.

Perhaps, that was the reason why Elise divorced him. She was born to be a politician’s wife and she just couldn’t take when her husband decided to be a lowly public servant.

Or maybe, Elise left because he was one cold son of a bitch who dreamed of a red-haired witch who got stuck in his mind.

Victoria was serious though. When she said she won’t see him, she really didn’t. She even left town, damn her. But he heard she was back. So he’s here, wanting to see her. Even if it was possible that she didn’t want to see him. He was one huge ass, after all.

He’s been nursing his second bottle of beer for more than an hour now. He would have ordered his favorite bourbon but it was possible that, when she arrives, he’d be roaring drunk already.

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“Hey,” he called out to the bartender. This wasn’t Mike Leigh anymore, Victoria’s brother who pounded on him ten years ago. But he was just as big. “You know Victoria Leigh?”

“Everyone does, but-” he answered, busy wiping the counter with a dry cloth.

Right. But that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “They still own the place, right?” he cut in.

The younger man nodded, but still offered no answer.

That pissed him off a bit. “What time will she be here?”

“Not sure, man.”

“When did she get back?”

“Just yesterday or the other day, not so sure, man.”

“Would you know if she’s coming by today?” he continued.

At that, the bartender looked at him, a bit wary. “Why would you be asking?”

Damon thought about what he was going to say. Although only a very few people knew of their past liaison, all that thanks to Victoria, he didn’t want people to suspect that they did now. After all, he is quite well known nowadays. “I’m an old friend,” he supplied.

This time, the younger man came closer until he was right in front of him. His eyes widened a bit, in recognition, Damon knew. But he was used to that. He was once the mayor, after all.

And then the skin on his nape prickled when he heard her voice. It was unmistakable. That was Victoria’s voice except it was sultrier, sexier now.

 “Hey Chris,” she greeted the bartender. “Fish and chips, two shots of Scotch and a Bud, please.” she told the bartender, then to someone else, “We can stay there-”

Damon angled his head. Seeing her for the first time after such a long time jolted him. It’s the same fiery red hair, the same sharp green eyes, the long length of her… Even the white sleeveless top and ragged denim shorts are the same. But she’s different somehow.

There was an air of newfound sophistication about her. Yes, she had that now despite the faded, tattered shorts she wore. She was confident before, but he figured that was put on because she didn’t have enough financially and some people looked down on her. But now, she moved with poise and real self-assurance.

And then he noticed the tall, blonde man beside her. He had his hand at the small of her back, offering a chair for her. He was saying something while he did that and she laughed. They continued to talk but he couldn’t hear what they were saying. And he can only see her back. The guy tucked a curly lock at the back of her ear, looking at her intently.

That gutted his insides, somehow.

But that’s expected, he admitted. She’s a very attractive woman, after all. Men would always be after her. This man with her could be her boyfriend. He may have been her first but this one is the most recent in a long line.

“There’s Mrs. Chandler,” the bartender murmured, pointing the bottle opener at Victoria.

“What?” The question came out as a whisper.

“Victoria Chandler. That’s her. You were looking for her, right?”

Victoria, married? Then that could be her husband, Mr. Chandler? When the fuck did this happen? He tried to rack his brains although he knew he wouldn’t have known if she did get married. He had his life to live and he really didn’t expect her to go on pining for him.

But at one point, he did. He had hoped that she would fight for him. That was a stupid idea, but he wished that she would have argued with him when he told her that he was getting hitched to rich, cold bitch. He wanted her to get angry at him, slap him, and tell him he was unfair.

But she didn’t. As if he didn’t matter to her.

“Hey, man.” the bartender called out to him again, breaking his reverie. “You OK?”

He nodded. Then he took out a couple of bills from his pocket and laid it on the bar. She’s married. There is nothing for him here anymore. He glanced back at where she was sitting and saw her profile. Now that he’s got his fill, he should leave.