2020, February 14th
(Velora, Stormhold)
AIDEN
Seductive eyes met hers, inviting her back to me. A little flicker of hesitance twinkled in her too dark eyes. I smirked. That little spark was my favorite part. Unlike with most women I bedded, it was gone just as quickly as it came.
When next I knew it, she was on top of me, moving to straddle my dick. She stuck her tongue into my mouth while palming my dick.
"Fuck," I groaned into her mouth, unable to help the pleasure I felt at having a woman's hand stroking my dick after months of no sex.
Nothing came out of her. She merely deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue past my lips effortlessly. I could swear her body held tension, but she was a woman on a mission.
While I was still processing the heavenly hand job and her tongue swirling around in my mouth, massaging mine, I felt her inch the head of my dick into her pussy.
"Relax," I said with the tone of a concerned lover. "There's no point in fucking The Casanova of Caspira if you're not going to enjoy it."
My words threw us both for a loop. Our eyes locked. Hers were unreadable. Fuck knew what she saw in mine, but it made her smirk.
"Who said I wasn't enjoying myself, Denny? You're doing great, Your Highness," said her condescending yet frustratingly charismatic voice.
I was about to respond when she started cramming my dick into her pussy. My cock glided along her warm, wet pussy walls. She was soaked. She made quick work of forcing all of it inside her. Watching her take all of my sizable dick in a matter of seconds was nothing short of mesmerizing. Not a flicker of pain or discomfort as she took my dick. Just silent pleasure and strained but controlled breathing. Bottoming out inside her from her efforts was crazy hot.
"I hate how horny I am right now," I confessed, steadying myself.
This made her giggle. A musical, almost innocent laugh. It didn't fit the rest of her persona. It fucking tugged at my heart strings.
Reminding myself she was just a one night stand, I grabbed onto her ass. My fingers clawed their way to her hips. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she started riding my dick.
"Holy fuck," was all I would allow, aware by now that I wouldn't get a verbal response as she rocked back and forth on my dick.
The sight of her taking pleasure from my body like I was made for her use drove me mad with lust. Her lips parted. Light, silent breaths tumbled from her mouth. She established a steady rhythm in no time.
I slapped both of my big hands onto her naked ass, grabbing on to help her efforts along. She met this development with defiance, switching to bouncing up and down my dick.
The ecstasy was insurmountable. It drove me mad, the way she took charge. Had a woman ever taken charge in bed with me quite like her? Of course not. I was The Casanova of Caspira. I aimed to please, not be pleasured myself. And yet there she was, bouncing away on my dick, making me bite back groans and swallow gasps.
Determined not to let her see the state of euphoria she had me in, I lowered my gaze to her tits in an attempt to objectify her. That was the wrong thing to do.
"Fucking gorgeous," I mumbled, ripping through the v-neck of her dress to get at her tits like some primitive animal.
I could have sworn I heard a little gasp come out of her. I wasn't able to confirm having rattled her though, as my fingers and hungry gaze grew fixated on unveiling her big tits.
I pulled the dress' straps alongside that of the bra's down her arms. She didn't resist, eagerly assisting me. When I yanked the dress down to her waist, I heard it again. An almost indiscernible gasp.
She quickly corrected with a smug giggle and said, "Why thank you, Denny. Your big dick's fascinating too" while watching me stare at her now naked tits.
They slapped at my face as I buried my head between them. She ricochetted up and down my dick like fucking me was her dying wish. My dick was more than happy to keep being used by her warm pussy.
I couldn't help the rumble of laughter that came out of me. She'd been in charge long enough. The words big dick flipped a switch in my head. She picked me for my reputation as a good fuck. I'd be damned if I was going to disappoint. I grabbed hold of her ass and shoved my dick up into her. Our bodies collided midair.
Still not a flicker of emotion in her stone cold eyes. I held her down on my dick anyway and pumped cock into her like her cunt was keeping me alive.
I wanted so badly to see her flinch again, bring the spark back. The Casanova of Caspira wanted to break her. Hear her scream. So lost was I to this pursuit, fucking her hard and deep, that I didn't realize when I started moaning instead of her.
"Keira," I muttered, much to my chagrin.
Satisfaction danced across her face. Her fingers slid into my hair. She formed fists in my hair and yanked back on my head.
"Yes baby," she said, cool as a cucumber, lips pressed up against my neck as she started riding me again.
We battled it out for dominance, bodies colliding roughly. Repeatedly. Painfully.
Nothing but sweat, heavy breaths and challenging looks flowed between us as we fucked each other silly. Equally matched. Both unwilling to let up. She was a delicate flower I needed to coddle, but a woman who fucked. Wanted to be fucked back. She had me in such a haze of pleasure and contentment, it pissed me off. The worst part? I had no idea if I was satisfying her.
If there was one thing I could always do, it was make them scream. Make their eyes light up. The monotony on her face remained. She was the hot
test fuck of my life. I'd be damned if she couldn't say the same.