Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair (22 page)

He gave a low rumbling laugh. “Very pretty. Baby, you should never wear anything that covers such beauties as these,” he murmured as he caressed the buttocks, making her jerk and hitch her breath. “You have too lovely a bottom to hide it inside so much material.” As he fondled her lewdly, he let his thumbs slide further down between her cheeks, causing her to make mewling sound and twitch them. “That way, when you’re with a man, say like me, than you’re always ready and available for him whenever he wants to put his hand under your skirt.

It’s the way you should be, a girl like you with a body that makes a man’s mouth water.” Anna Marie was barely listening to Dallas and his soothing, tormenting words, because she was too busy trying to catch her breath while his fingers probed her pussy. When he slid a long finger inside her channel, finding it heated, wet, and tight, she cried out, arching her back, not unlike a cat that was proving quite susceptible to her master’s particular caresses. She started to tremble with anticipation, knowing that the finger probing her deeply was readying her for his possession.

Dallas gave a shudder when he felt her glove clasp his finger, and his voice was suddenly harsh, “Fuck, I always forget how tight you are.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. The teasing, the petting, the touching, the tasting would have to come later. She was so warm, so soft, so wet. So ready. He had to be inside her before he exploded all over himself. Without thinking of any consideration that she was wearing her only Secret Affair 137

garment for the entire weekend, he tore the g-string, and then began to undo his belt. While struggling to free his rock-hard penis, he continued to ready Anna Marie by keeping his hand in her pussy, stroking her wet flesh.

“Soon, baby, soon,” he crooned soothingly when she whimpered and arched her buttocks up and wriggled it.

Dallas freed his cock and moved it against Anna Marie’s dripping channel and lunged.

As all the other times, with his huge size and her tight glove, it was a hard fit, and he had to struggle for a few minutes in order to be inside her completely. Once he possessed her completely, one hand slipped underneath her and pulled at her dress, tearing it, to free her breasts. He moved tightly in her flesh, his hand groping her full globe, rotating the hard nub with his fingers.

He pulled back almost all the way to his tip and then lunged back inside her, and stilled, his whole body tensing, his eyes closed as he struggled to keep a tight rein on his control.

“You’re so wet, baby, and so tight,” he said, his voice ragged. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to sink into your sweet little cunt? I’d dream about you and the way you held me while I was out in the middle of a desert in Angola.”

When he pulled out again, Anna Marie gasped, her body going tense in anticipation of another invasion, another onslaught of erotic heat and need. When he did re-enter her, the heat was so much tighter, so much more searing than the last stroke, that it drove her to writhe for him, not at all ashamed that she was hitching her hindquarters up and shaking her stuffed pussy up at him. Dallas pulled back and lunged back in, and did it again and again. And Anna Marie shuddered over and over with each lunge, her whole body flushing with heat and erotic tension as it prepared itself for the tumult.

For the next several minutes, the small cabin was filled with groans from the two lovers, the big man holding the woman in a lewd position with her knees bent frog-like on the couch so that her buttocks hung out over the edge of the couch back leaving her flesh vulnerable and easily accessible for his plundering cock. Even when the woman’s body signaled her impending climax with the high-pitch of her groans and the way her flesh began to pulsate and milk him, the man continued to fuck her deep and hard, not letting up when she wailed and her body shuddered violently with her orgasm, which set off his own peak. When the tumult began to subside, both bodies collapsed on the back of the couch.

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A long time later, Dallas straightened, pulled up his pants, swept Anna Marie into his arms and laid her on the fur rug in front of the fireplace. Docilely, she let him take off the pinkish-peach dress, now torn, from her body, leaving her body naked. At the touch of the soft silky fur against her naked body, she couldn’t help but move sinuously on the rug, the feeling of fur against her skin making her feel sensuous so that the physical neediness for a man’s body to fill hers rose in her loins all over again.

As he undressed, tossing his clothes on the couch, Dallas watched her pale body, still flushed and damp from their first time against the creamy rug, his eyes going hungrily over her voluptuous curves and the dark thatch of hair between her thighs. It was every man’s dream, he thought, to have a naked woman with the body of a Playmate move so invitingly for him as she lay on a fur rug.

Naked, he lay down beside her and pulled her back into his arms. He pulled her legs apart and settled between them. When her stomach growled he looked at her.

Her flushed face looked almost embarrassed. “I’m hungry,” she said simply.

“I’ll feed you. Later.” He pushed his hips at her and plunged his dick halfway into her again, renewing the tight desire in both of them.

For nearly two hours, Dallas possessed Anna Marie’s delectable body over and over, not even pausing when their bodies were in the throes of climaxes, but continuing to plunge deeply inside her, his hands still rough and hard with urgency that never seem to wane.

When he was gloved tightly in her channel for the sixth or seventh time, her stomach growled again. Dallas ignored it and gave her a long leisurely stroke. Although she shuddered, her stomach growled again. He tried to ignore it, but it kept growling even as he moved in and out of her.

Despite the heat in her loins, Anna Marie began to giggle.

He stilled above her and watched her for a few minutes with a slight frown furrowing his jet-black thick eyebrows. That made her giggle all the harder.

He gave a sigh, pulled out of her, rose to his feet and went to the phone. “What do you feel like, kitten? Pizza? Chinese? Curry? Italian?”

She was about to say Italian, but then she looked at her plush, comfy surrounding. Then she looked at herself, sprawled nakedly on the fur rug. She turned and stared at the broad back of her equally naked lover, her eyes feverishly going over his massive, muscled shoulders, the tight, Secret Affair 139

lean buttocks, and the long legs that were tightly muscled. Being here with him, incognito, having several rounds of wild sex, was decadent to say the least. It was also fun, exciting, and spontaneous. The moment definitely called for something equally fun, spicy, decadent, and spontaneous.

“Pizza,” she said. “With double pepperoni, double garlic, and mushrooms.”

Dallas looked back at her as he picked up the phone and began to dial. “Great, you’re stomach will be rolling with indigestion all night. But if you think that’s going to stop me from getting my hands on you again, you can think again.”

After he made the order, he came back to her on the rug, but he did not take her again.

Instead, he pulled her into his arms and held her in front of the fire, watching the flames snap and crackle, his hand leisurely stroking her back. Anna Marie, because of all the strenuous physical exertion she had to endure drifted to sleep.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Dallas gently laid her back on the rug, pulled on his white pants, and walked to the door as he opened his wallet.

When he opened the door, a boy who looked to be in high school stood in front of him holding a large pizza box.

The spicy aroma of garlic and pepperoni and mozzarella hit Dallas, making his stomach growl, and he realized he was very hungry himself.

“Large with double pepperoni, double garlic, and mushroom. That’s thirty dollars,

mister,” the boy said.

As Dallas counted the money, the boy’s eyes caught sight of Anna Marie’s naked body

on the rug. She was lying on her back, her legs closed and folded behind her. Her large breasts and pubis were in full view. The boy’s eyes went back to Dallas, noting that he was naked from the waist up. He realized that the two just had sex not long ago.

“Oh, whoa!” he said with awe, barely able to breathe.

Dallas looked at him then saw the direction of the boy’s eyes that were bugged out. The boy looked at him with hero worship and admiration. Then the boy noticed the white navy cap and jacket that had been carelessly tossed on the couch.

Dallas gave the money to the boy. “Here’s the thirty, and the ten for the tip.”

“Thanks, mister. I guess it is true what they say about the military. You guys always get the girl,” the boy said with envy.

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Dallas looked back at the sleeping Anna Marie then back at the boy. “The uniform does help.”

The hot, pungent aroma was enough to rouse Anna Marie. She opened her eyes and

struggled to a sitting position just as Dallas was laying a tablecloth over the fur rug. He set the pizza, paper napkins and plates on the cloth. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses.

She looked around for something to put on and grabbed his white tee shirt.

For a while, they ate the pizza in companionable silence, enjoying the melted mozzarella cheese, the spicy pepperoni, the sharp bite of the garlic, washing it down with the red wine.

She held up the glass and examined the translucency of the red against the light, as she had seen wine experts do but not really knowing what she was looking for. “This is very good wine.”

“It should be. We own the winery,” Dallas said dryly.

She took a sip, looking thoughtful. “That’s right. I always forget how rich you are.”

“I came from the same family as my brother did.”

“Yes, but with Cameron, all traces of wealth are not completely wiped out the way it is with you. He wears very expensive clothes, drives a BMW, and he and Pepper have that big beautiful house. Of course, those two make a lot of money themselves, but Cameron’s air of gentility speaks of old money and connections.”

“My mother at first thought that your sister married Cameron for his money.”

“She did.”

“But, being as successful as she is, you can’t really accuse Pepper for being a gold digger.”

“I’m afraid she’s also very ambitious. She might have married your brother for security for herself and her children, but she also wasn’t able to sit home and live the life of a rich, idle wife.”

“That’s because her primary ambition in life is to boss as many people as possible,” he said caustically.

Anna Marie laughed. “Yes, that’s about right.” Then she said, watching Dallas’s face,

“She thinks you might be in love with her, you know.”

“Now, where did she get that idea?”

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“She’s positive that you gave her couple of looks during the night.”

“Is that why she tried to foist on me her barracuda friend?” Then Dallas watched her as she was watching him over the rim of his wine glass, his eyes giving away very little. “So she thinks I’m in love with her? Do you think I am?”

Now that she brought up the subject, Anna Marie regretted doing so. Somehow, it made her uncomfortable talking about her sister’s automatic assumption that he was falling for her. It was one thing to dismiss it when her sister had told her, but it was another thing to bring it up with Dallas and having to wait to see if he denied it.

Instead of answering his question, Anna Marie tried to hide her discomfort by reaching for another pizza slice.

“So, you think I’m falling for your sister?” Dallas prompted.

“Everyone does,” Anna Marie said. Then she looked at him more closely. “Aren’t you?”

“Why would I be?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“So?”

“She’s tall and statuesque.”

“That’s your inferiority complex developed by years of Pepper’s bullying.”

“She’s smart.”

“So are you.”

“She’s very successful.”

“So are millions of other women.”

Hope began to bloom in her heart. “So, you’re not in love with her? Do you want to sleep with her?”

“Why would I? I don’t think I could ever fuck her the way I fuck you.”

Now she looked nonplussed, not knowing how to take that. “Oh.”

He set down his glass and reached for her. He pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair. “In her wildest imagination, if she were capable of having one, she could never be the outrageously fantastic fuck that you are.”

“Thank you. I think.”

She shivered when he slipped his hands beneath the tee shirt. With his intensely absorbed method, Dallas proceeded to demonstrate just how much he appreciated the fact that Anna Marie Secret Affair 142

was Anna Marie, and how he so enjoyed her voluptuous body in a way that he never could with Pepper’s more svelte, sedate curves. And she began to believe that there existed in this world a few men who, miraculously, preferred women like her over women like her sister. Or red-haired Serena.

Dallas had been right when he had told her that she wouldn’t need any clothes. They

spent the entire weekend secluded in the small cottage, doing little besides fucking each other.

And when they weren’t fucking, they were eating and drinking wine. Sometimes Dallas allowed Anna Marie to sleep, but always no more than a few hours, after which, he’d drag her out of her comfortable slumber and pull her into another round of hard, savage sex.

A couple of times, Dallas surprised her by cooking the meal. For a weekend cottage, it was well stocked with various foods. Besides the refrigerator in the tiny kitchen, there was a full-size freezer in the garage that held a side of beef, pork, and poultry. For fresh produce and seafood, he called a local deli that did delivery.

“What are we having?” Anna Marie asked as she watched him pull out of the grocery

bags vegetables and fruit, small packages of flour and sugar, fresh bunches of various herbs, eggs, a packet of scallops, and two live lobsters trapped in double plastic bags.

“We’re having lobster raviolis with pomelo and scallops on mixed greens.”