Behind The Mask (6 page)

“My God, I can’t believe I never noticed how stunning you were until now.” He leaned forward, kicking off his underwear, and placed a hand at the side of her head as he brushed his lips across hers. His hand slipped between them, down the length of her body until it reached her skirt. He quickly undid the two buttons holding the skirt together and the material parted to reveal her black lace panties.

Brice’s lips left hers and slowly made their way down the front of her neck and down the valley between her breasts. She sucked in her breath expecting him to tease her tightening nipples, but he merely paused. He continued down her body; with each inch he came closer to her mound the higher her arousal became. By the time his teasing lips reached her panties, her hands had become tight fists as she waited with anticipation.

“I’ve never…”

Brice looked up and waited for her to continue.

“I mean. No one has ever...”

He didn’t comment, but nodded his understanding. Sliding from the bed, he pulled her bottom to the edge and gently pulled her panties down her legs and off. Trina bit down at her lower lip when he leaned over and kissed the top of her shaven mound, the heat of his breath teasing her moist pussy lips, making her entire body tremble.

“So smooth. You’re driving me wild, Trina,” he murmured, placing a string of butterfly kisses across her mound.

“Brice, I –” She couldn’t finish her statement. Brice slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and stroked the length of her from her anus to her clit and a moan escaped her. Whatever protest she had on the tip of her tongue evaporated as he stroked her a second time, then spread her wide and repeated the process with his tongue. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, taking in every pleasurable sensation he was creating within her.

His tongue swiped her length again and then focused on her clit. His tongue began to flick and circle her swollen nub. Just when she thought it couldn’t feel any better he lightly nipped her clit with his teeth as he thrust a finger deep into her. She cried out her pleasure at the sudden invasion of her core and the vibration from Brice’s soft chuckling was her only response.

“You’re so tight. Damn, so amazing honey,” he murmured, his tongue continuing to taunt her clit as his finger was joined by a second and he began to stroke her inner wall, just the right spot to cause her to buck and grind wildly against his mouth and intruding fingers.

Not able to hold herself up any longer, she flopped back onto the mattress, her hands fisting the blanket below her. “I want you. So bad. Please.”

“Mmmm. I love hearing you beg me.” He was taking her higher and higher. The strain in every muscle in her body tightened, preparing for her wondrous release. She was no stranger to masturbation, she masturbated almost daily, but her own fingers never felt like this – never felt near as good or took her to the brink so quickly.

“You’re cruel.” She forced her eyes open so she could look down at him. “Damn, you look good between my legs.”

His heated stare caught hers for a moment, making promises of pleasures well beyond what she was experiencing so far. Breaking eye contact, he slipped his fingers from her and she groaned her protest, but his fingers were quickly replaced by something much more extraordinary

– his tongue.

He sucked her left labia into his mouth, then the right, running his tongue along the length of her a final time before thrusting it deep within her. His effort was rewarded by a loud moan and her hands released the blanket to thread into his hair on the back of his head.

It was so good, too good, too much. She bucked against his mouth, her body gyrating on the bed as she was rapidly taken to the breaking point and found herself toppling over the edge, her pussy clenching around his intruding tongue and exploding with a flow of her juices.

“Fuck, so amazing.” She faintly heard him, but instead of granting time to bask in her orgasm, he continued the assault on her, his faint shadow of a beard rubbing against her pussy and teasing her clit, bringing her to the brink again. And again she found herself swept up in a tidal wave of pleasure.

“I need you. Brice. Please.”

“What do you need, honey?”

Any other time she’d have been embarrassed to say what she wanted, but her body was on fire, filled with a need she’d never experienced before. All she could focus on now was what he was doing to her; all shyness was gone.

“Mmmm. Your cock. Please. I need to feel it.”

He growled, low and deep in his throat as he stood. Opening her eyes, she watched him get back onto the bed and stretch out, then motion for her to lie next to him. She crawled over to him and in a moment of brazenness she swung a leg over his waist and straddled him, his cock peeping out from between her legs.

She took him into her hand and stroked his length and was rewarded by a low growl. Her gaze moved up his stomach, to his chest and then to his eyes and her breath hitched in her throat as their eyes locked. She’d never seen such need and hunger in a man’s eyes before and she loved it. She loved that it was her who brought it out in him.

“You’re killing me, Trina. I’ve never wanted anyone so much in my life.”

Smiling, she leaned over him until her body was flush against him, her breasts crushed against his chest. She placed a tentative kiss on his chin and was rewarded by the taste of her juices. Her lips moved higher to his, licking the outline of his lips before kissing him harder, deeper. He groaned against her lips as his tongue slipped into her mouth. His mouth and tongue tasted of her, reminding her of where they were just minutes before.

In one quick and unexpected movement, his hands grasped her backside and he flipped her to her back, as his mouth and tongue continued to play with hers. He adjusted himself so his shaft slipped between her legs and her velvety folds. They rocked together, his cock moving back and forth along her slit, taunting her clit with each pass.

He lifted his lips from hers and watched her expressions, enjoying the looks of pleasure and need passing over her eyes and face.

“If you don’t take me now, I’ll make you.”

His head lowered and he placed a string of kisses up her neck. The slew of sensations bombarding her body was becoming too much and she was becoming uncomfortably wet from her desire. He kissed his way across her jaw and to her lips once more, with a serious expression on his face.

“There’s something we need to discuss first…”

“I’ve been on the pill for years.”

“I always wear a condom, but I don’t want anything between us. Not this time.”

“I trust you.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her virgin entrance and slowly began pressing into her, his thick dick spreading her wider than she’d ever experienced before.

Trina’s hands slid to his back, her fingernails digging deep into his muscled flesh. It hurt.

She pressed her face against his shoulder and bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.

Despite the burn, her need increased. She bucked up, needing him in further, needing him taking her harder.

“It’ll get so much better, honey. I promise. I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “It’ll be so much better.” At the halfway mark, he thrust hard, burying himself fully into her with a low, loud groan. She let out a ragged breath, she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, relief flooding through her.

With the pain over, her channel spread to capacity to accommodate him, she held tight to him as he remained buried within her, not moving. Neither spoke, but savoured the feel of their bodies united.

“Are you okay?” He pulled up to look into her eyes, concern etched in his expression.

She touched the side of his face and smiled. “Wonderful.”

He nodded and began to pull out, moving slowly and drawing out the pleasure. Just as he was about to pull out completely he slid back in, the head of his shaft stroking her inner way. She moaned loudly. She’d never felt anything so incredible and with each stroke of his manhood, it got better. She began moving with him, their bodies rocking in unison, as she urged him to thrust faster, harder.

“Oh dammit. I’ve never…” He groaned, lowering his forehead to hers. “… it’s never been this good. Never.” He increased his speed, beginning to hammer into her and all thought disappeared as she was overcome with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug at his back, pulling him as tight as possible as she hit the summit. She teetered at the edge of her arousal and cried out, her body trembling as she went toppling over the edge with a rush of intense pleasure.

“Oh fuck. Trina… I’m not going to last much longer like this.” Keeping himself fully buried within her, he sat up, pulling her with him.

Still panting hard from her orgasm, she opened her eyes, caught his gaze and then lowered it and began watching his cock sleek with her juices, slip in and out of her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of their bodies merging. She attempted to move with him, but it was difficult at the angle he had her, with her ass suspended in the air. He was in complete control now and she loved the feeling and the soft slapping sound as his balls smacked against her bottom.

“You’re coming with me.” He spread her folds, revealing her swollen clit, and began stroking it, rolling the little nub between his fingers. The combination of sensations jolted her arousal and the fire between her legs began to rage.

She whimpered and clutched at the blanket under her, helpless to him and the pleasure he was giving her. Her third orgasm of the night was rapidly approaching and she was helpless to stop or slow it down. His cock began to thicken within her, his balls tightening against her ass.

He was going to come and she was going with him.

“I’m coming baby. God, I’m coming.” He slammed into her once more, twice more and then with a final, almost violent thrust that pushed her up the mattress a couple of inches he groaned and a stream of his cum began filling her hungry core. The feel of his warm seed filling her was all she needed; she screamed out as she came again, her juices mixing with him within her.

“Oh fuck. Trina. Sweet lord. Amazing.” Brice lowered her bottom to the mattress and gently lowered his body to her, kissing her gently. “You’re incredible.”

Burying her face against his neck, she held tight to him as a couple more smaller tremors rocked her core, leaving her exhausted, but oh so satisfied. “You too.” She tightened her grip on him as he flipped over onto his back, bringing her with him so she was straddling his waist once more, but keeping his depleted, semi-erect shaft within her.

This is heaven, it has to be
, she mused with a smile on her face as she placed her cheek against his chest.

“Are you all right?” Brice began raking his fingers through her long locks and she softly mewed at the light tugging.

“Better than all right. I’ve never been so happy.”

He slipped his arms around her waist and gave her a little squeeze, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “Me either.”

“So what now?”

He clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth, the noise causing her to look up and meet his eyes. “Well, I suspect our parents won’t approve of us sharing a bed, so perhaps since I’m moving out you could come with me.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Very.”

“Have you thought this through?” His suggestion caught her off guard.

“Not at all.” A lock of hair fell into her eyes and he pushed it back, a sexy smile brightening his face. “But it’s what I want. And I think it’s what’s best.”

She crossed her arms over his chest, placing her chin on her arms. Her movement caused his shaft, which was still embedded within her, to flinch and swell. She bit down a moan as her desire flared up.

Hearing his sharp intake of breath and seeing the spark of fire in his eyes, she could tell he was also feeling the strain of their bodies connected.

We need to get this settled first. Keep your focus, Trina
, she coached herself.

“Look. You’re not the normal chick I pick up for a week or two and I wouldn’t suggest this if I had even a hint of doubt. We both know this isn’t a fling, there’s something real between us and I care for you. I’m not sure what I’m promising, but I know if we want to be together this will be the best way.”

“I’ve never even really had a boyfriend before.” Normally she would have been embarrassed to admit it, but not with him. Not after giving him the most precious gift she had.

“Then let me be the first and hopefully last.”

“You plead a convincing case.”

“Then say yes so we can get on to more enjoyable activities.”

As she searched his eyes she saw the sincerity within them. There was really only one answer she could give. “Yes,” she said, as shocked as he was at her answer. In her wildest dreams she never could have imagined the weekend ending like this, but then again, she never could have imagined Brice would be hers. But he was and it did happen and by the look of happiness in his eyes she knew it was right.

He cocked a brow at her, a cocky grin touching his lips. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“Yes!” she yelled, giggling.

Whoever said the nerd couldn’t land herself the jock was so very wrong
, she thought, a gigantic smile on her face as he flipped her to her back, intent on educating her, again, on how good they could be together.

The End.

Excerpt From

Desperately Seeking A Co-star

By

Terry Towers

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"Oh ya baby, oh ya. Fuck me harder! You stallion!" the slim blonde woman on the computer monitor screamed out. Positioned on her hands and knees in front of her partner - a large, rugged-looking dark-haired man - the blonde moaned and cried out as her partner pounded his monster-sized penis into her rear entrance.

Reese Miller winced as she watched him relentlessly hammer into the blonde.
Damn that must hurt
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