Monster (8 page)

Annie almost came off the bed, only my iron grip on her thighs kept her from jerking all the way away from me.

I repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, before backing off and giving her a moment to recover.

While she lay back on the bed, breathing raggedly, I reached one hand up to cup her perfect handful-sized breast.

Her hand came to rest on top of mine as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. It was the most perfect shade of pink I'd ever seen, and the harder her nipples got, the redder they glowed.

I wanted to taste her breasts, to lick and fondle, but I would have had to give up my spot between her legs, and I wasn't sure I could ever do that. A month kneeling between her creamy thighs seemed like not half enough time.

There was a solid argument for living the rest of my life kneeling between Annie's legs.

The only thing stopping me was how hard my own cock was, hard and aching and needing her desperately.

I started teasing her entrance with a thumb, seeing how ready for me she was. She bucked her hips approvingly, and when I slid two fingers inside her I heard her say "Oh, fuck, yes," quietly to herself.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.

“Are you clean?” she shot back.

“Yeah,” I said. “Birth control?”

“Yeah,” she said. A flash of disappointment twisted her face, but was gone as quickly as it appeared. I might have imagined it.

“I'm cool with bare if you are,” she said.

Even if it was stupid, I agreed like a shot.

"Do you want to come before I fuck you?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, voice breathless, looking down the length of her own body to meet my eyes.

"Before I fuck you, do you want me to make you come on my fingers? Or do you want to wait so you're close like I am?" I asked.

"Wait," she said. Gasped.

I slid another finger inside her and she threw her head back, shutting her eyes with pleasure.

"Has it been a while?" I asked.

She was so fucking tight I was afraid my cock would split her in two.

A pause, and then she nodded.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said. "You need to tell me if it's too big and you need to work up to it."

She grinned down at me.

"Yeah, yeah, cowboy," she said, waving one limp hand. "I'm sure I can take anything you have to give me."

A lot of women said that.

A lot of women changed their minds.

"I'm pretty big," I said.

She met my eyes.

"Tell you what," she said, rising up on her elbows, licking her lips with one swipe of that red tongue. "Why don't you fuck me from behind first, or blindfold me, and when you're all the way inside, I can guess how many inches you are."

My mouth went dry.

The thought of this beautiful woman feeling me buried fully within her, guessing how big my cock was, wanton and challenging, was so erotic that I almost sheathed myself then and there.

"A bet?" I asked.

"A bet," she said.

"What do I get if you win?" I asked, leaning over to bury my face in her mound and tease her with my lips.

"Oh, god, cheater. Cheating," she gasped.

"What do I get?" I repeated.

"What do you want?" she challenged.

"If you don't get it in three guesses," I said, "You'll suck my cock after you come all over it."

"Deal," she said. "If I do, you'll give me a thirty-minute backrub. With oil. And minimal groping."

"Deal," I said.

I would give her that anyways.

I figured she'd blow me anyways.

It was a good bet.

"Do you want the blindfold, or from behind?" I asked.

"From behind," she said, pulling away from me to flip over on her belly and spread her legs. It only drew attention to her perfect entrance.

How could any man see a target like that and not bury himself within it?

I joined her on the bed, pulling my rock-hard cock out of my jeans and rubbing the shaft a few times. God, she was gorgeous. I could hardly believe that I was about to score a woman like that.

Feeling the head of my cock against her entrance made me almost cum right then and there.

I hadn't been that desperate since high school.

I slid inside, just a little, reaching around to rub her clit as I eased inside, trying to make sure it was as good for her as it was for me.

'Cause it was so, so,
so
good for me.

Sliding inside her felt like velvet around my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, taking a shuddering breath and pushing her hips back against me.

Fuck, fuck.

As she moved back, accepting me within her, I had to bite my lip to keep from coming.

Most women had to move a hell of a lot slower the first time I fucked them. Annie was tight as a vise, but somehow our bodies knew how to work together, knew what to do.

“It's good,” she groaned.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” I said, reaching out one hand to stroke her hair.

“You said that already,” she said, with a laugh and a twitch of her hips that buried me another inch inside her waiting passage.

“You're amazing,” I said, watching my cock slide inside her, so slowly it almost killed me.

I stopped, about two-thirds of the way, and started giving her little shallow thrusts, to get her used to that much of me before I worked my way all the way home.

“Are you all the way in?” she asked, her hands clenching and unclenching on the blankets.

I laughed out loud.

“Not even close,” I said.

“Oh, fuck me,” she groaned.

I reached out to stroke her back, gently, between her shoulders.

“Easy,” I said. “You don't have to take all of me right away. I don't want to hurt you.”

“Your cock wants to split me open,” she grumbled, but she shifted her weight, leaning back and letting me keep filling her up.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

I don't know what I would have done if she had said no. Pulling out would have been the hardest thing I'd've ever done in my life.

“What do you think?” she asked, wriggling, pinned on my hard cock, rocking back and forth, a little more of it disappearing inside her each time.

“I think you're fucking amazing,” I said. “I think you're beautiful. I think you feel so fucking good on my cock. I think you're taking it like a champion. I think you're the best fuck I've ever had.”

She laughed, keeping her hips moving, looking over her shoulder to meet my eyes for a minute.

Her eyes were so blue I thought I could lose myself in them. Sapphires, the ocean – no comparison could do them justice.

“Are you all the way in?” she asked, when the globes of her perfect ass pressed against me.

“Yeah,” I said, voice hoarse. “How long?”

“Oh, god,” she groaned. “I've never had anything in me this big. Eight inches?”

“No,” I said, pulling all the way out in a long, slow slide, and then sheathing myself all the way in again.

“Oh, god,” she repeated. “Never as big as it feels. Seven?”

“Nope,” I said, repeating my action, reaching around to fondle her clit again, being rewarded with a gasp and moan. Her eyes fluttered shut and she took another shaky breath.

“Fuck, I give up. Ten inches,” she said, licking her lips.

“Nope,” I said. “Nine. And a half.”

She sat up on her elbows, which suited me fine. It let me hit her at just the right angle for me, so I set up a faster pace, fucking her as she gasped.

I leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“I need you to come around me so I can get that blowjob,” I said.

“Yeah?” she asked, her hips meeting mine on every thrust.

“Yeah,” I said. “I need you to come for me.”

She groaned out loud, one of the best fucking sounds I've ever heard, and picked up the pace of her thrusts to meet me.

“Do you want to come like this, or should I flip you over and put your ankles over your head?” I asked.

“I want to come… Just like this...” she ground out.

She went back down on her her front, thrusting her ass up in the air to meet me and shoving my hand away from her clit.

I felt her fingers working herself desperately as I kept up a steady pace of short, fast thrusts, fucking her mercilessly.

The only thing keeping me from coming at that was the thought of getting to watch her pretty red lips slide around my cock, tasting herself on me.

I had to keep myself together, or I'd miss out on that.

At that moment, that sounded like it would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

I bent over her again, keeping my thrusts steady and pressing her into the bed with my weight. She felt so fucking good against me, warm and small and desperate to come.

“Come,” I whispered, flicking my tongue against her earlobe.

It was just enough to push her over that edge, and she started to come around me with a force I'd never felt before.

“Oh, Quinn,” she said. “Oh, oh, oh.” Each time she said 'oh,' I thrust my cock into her, and each time, it was louder and louder, until she was shouting with every stroke of my shaft.

“That's right,” I growled. “Come for me, Annie.”

I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock home and she screamed, digging her hands into the blankets and thrusting me hips back to meet me one last time before collapsing, covered in sweat, on the bed.

“That was amazing,” she groaned. “Give me one second. Haven't forgotten the bet.”

I didn't need to hear her say that. There was no way I'd let her forget. I needed to see her lips around me.

"No rush," I said, my voice low and rough with desire as she trembled through her aftershocks. I stroked her shoulder, her thigh, her belly, enjoying my access to her beautiful body.

"So good," she mumbled, stretching.

"I'm flattered," I said.

I was.

I hadn't been with a woman that passionate in years, maybe ever. She gave as good as she got and I was desperate to prove worthy.

No other woman had ever inspired me like that, even when they got my dick hard and drained my balls.

She stuck her tongue out at me and I grinned. A moment of humor, even affection. I was a goddamn lucky man to get it with her. I didn't know how many other men had seen her like that, naked and sweaty and disheveled, and I found myself hating them. Wanting to keep the sight of Annie for myself, forever.