101 EROTICA STORIES (6 page)

Nicholas moaned at the taste of her, the vibrations causing her to buck her hips upward, pushing her sex further against his mouth. He threw an arm over her waist to hold her down on the bed as his lips closed down on her mound, gathering as much of her earthy flavor as he could get. She was addicting, and her willingness to succumb to him didn’t allow for him to give up his desire for her. He licked, suckled and nipped at her pussy until she screamed out his name, her body turning into a trembling mess as her second orgasm washed over her.

He made his way up her body, lips searching hers. Carissa slipped her tongue inside his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. She moaned straight into his throat when his cock plunged into her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet locking at his lower back, forcing him deeper into her.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Is this what you wanted to do to me?” she asked between ragged breaths.

“Oh yeah,” he said confidently. “If I knew it was gonna be this good, I would have fucked you that first night.”

“Tell me more,” she urged. “Tell me how you wanna fuck me. I wanna know all about it.”

A wolfish grin spread on his face. Nicholas wasn’t just enjoying the fact that he was having some of his fantasies about her come true, but he was also being rewarded with the minx in her coming out just for him. So he did as he was told, telling her everything he wanted to do to her – from getting to fuck her from behind to having her legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucked her hard and fast to watching her tits bounce up and down as she rode his dick to making her suck him hard until he came. “I wanna do all those things and more to you, baby. I’m gonna make you scream my name every fucking time.”

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head just at the thought, his words turning her on even more. She started to buck her hips upward to meet his thrusts, wanting so much more to reach her climax again.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I wanna cum all over your hard cock.”

Nicholas pried her legs from around his waist, his hands moving to the back of her knees and forcing them closer to her chest. He shifted his weight to his knees and started pounding relentlessly into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing around the room. Carissa held on tight to his arms, head thrashing from side to side, rendered completely helpless as he brought her to new heights.

“Play with your clit,” he said harshly. One small hand made its way to her pussy, finding the sensitive nub and rubbing in circles. “That’s it baby. Make yourself feel good. I want you to cum all over my dick then I want you to suck it until I cum.”

“Fuck yes, Nick. I wanna taste you. Make me cum, baby.”

He grabbed at her hips with a bruising grip, pulling her down on his cock as he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt at every stroke. Her hand tried to match his forceful pace, bringing her to a violent orgasm. Her screams bounced off the walls, one obscenity after the other along with his name.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he muttered, pulling out and hastily making his way further up the bed.

She reached for his cock once he was within reach, pulling it into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of her sex on his shaft, greedily sucking and eagerly waiting for his taste to invade her senses. One hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as he reached his climax, his seed spurting straight to her throat in jets of milky liquid.

He was pleasantly surprised when she swallowed every last drop, even licking her lips when she finally pulled away.

“Fuck, Carrie,” he said raggedly.

“You already did. But I believe there were a few more things you wanted to show me.”

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Ah, yes,” came the greeting. “I need to buy a gift for my wedding anniversary but as you know, I’m neck-deep with work and don’t have time to go browsing for anything. Do you think you can take care of it?”

“It’s no problem at all, sir,” he replied. “Do you have an idea of what you want to get for your wife?”

Anthony Carver waited silently as his boss stared at him blankly. He knew the answer long before he asked the question – “No, I’ll leave it up to you.” It was the same answer he had been getting for two years worth of anniversary, birthday, Valentine’s and Christmas gifts. He was quite surprised that his boss manages to remember dates when it was obvious that he didn’t even care to know his wife. Then again, considering that Marshall Brooks was on his fifth marriage and his latest wife was 20 years his junior, he doubted there was a lot they had in common.

“Get her some jewelry or something fancy,” the executive waved dismissively. “You know how girls are with diamonds.”

“Alright, sir.”

***

Anthony walked towards Marshall’s office, a small Tiffany bag in one hand. He had thought of all the gifts that he had been asked to buy over the past two years, trying to think of something new that wouldn’t make it seem that his boss put very little thought into the present. While it had crossed his mind that it would be funny to create some sort of sabotage, he also knew that having Marshall be in a good mood meant good things for everyone.

But as he got closer to his boss’ office, he took notice of the slight commotion going on. His secretary was talking a mile a minute on the phone while still managing to type up a storm on her computer. His assistant was looking frantic while shuffling several files that Anthony assumed would need a signature. While he wasn’t completely sure what was going on, he knew that he would have to make some sort of excuse for Mrs. Brooks as to why her husband had gone MIA once again, because sitting right by the door of the office were two suitcases.

“Ah, Anthony!” Marshall exclaimed, a huge sigh of relief escaping him. “I’m glad you caught me before I had to leave. I have a business partner that I have to talk to. It could very well be the biggest and most important deal that this company will ever get to see but he’s overseas and this is the only time he says he’s free so I’m willing to make a couple of sacrifices for it. You’d take care of everything while I’m gone, won’t you?”

Do I have a choice, he thought. Without hesitation, Anthony nodded his head, an even smile on his lips. He dreaded having to face his boss’ wife and lie through his teeth once again. For all the shortcomings he had as a husband, Marshall was loved by his wife, whoever it may be at the time. But there was only so much a woman could take before feeling alone in the marriage and finding a way out. And with how things were going, wife number five may end up becoming ex-wife number five soon enough.

***

Cassandra Brooks hummed to herself as she went around the table making sure everything was in its right place. It was her second wedding anniversary and she was determined to make it a memorable one. Marshall Brooks had always been a hardworking man and often found himself away from home and his wife, but when he guaranteed her that they were going to spend their anniversary together, she had decided to go all out.

Knowing her husband didn’t like to be away from work for more than a few short days at a time, she decided to just celebrate their anniversary at home instead of booking a trip to the Caribbean or any other tropical paradise. For their privacy, she had decided to give all the household help the night off, choosing to prepare everything by herself. Cassandra was something of a whiz in the kitchen but had cooked very few times ever since she had gotten married to Marshall. She was hoping that the anniversary meal would convince him to make it home for dinner more.

Speaking of dinner, she smiled widely as the scents from the kitchen wafted throughout the house. She estimated that it’ll only be a few more minutes until she had to take the meat out of the oven. Dessert was already cooling in the refrigerator, champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice and the red wine that would go perfectly with their meal was sitting in the middle of the dining table. All she had to do now was wait for her husband. She took a quick glance to the clock on the wall, hoping that he wasn’t going to be late.

Over the next few minutes, Cassandra busied herself with finishing the rest of the dinner preparations. Once everything was ready, she dashed her way into a bathroom, retouching her makeup and adjusting her dress to make sure that she looked okay, nodding to her reflection and putting a smile on her face after giving herself the once over.

As soon as she exited the bathroom, she heard the crunch of gravel under a set of wheels. Her smile grew in anticipation, thinking that Marshall had finally arrived. She walked across the foyer and over to the front door, giving herself a few spare seconds to calm down before opening the door. After one last calming breath, she finally pulled it open, stepping out into the coolness of the early evening with a huge grin. But once her eyes were able to settle on the car parked in the driveway, her smile faltered, even more so when the driver stepped out.

Turning his gaze to her, he smiled apologetically. By the enthusiasm she sported when she first came out, he could tell she was really looking forward to spending her anniversary with her husband. If there was anything he hated about working for Marshall Brooks, it was this – having to be the bearer of bad news and having to comfort heartbroken females over the messages he delivered.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Brooks,” he said politely. “Something came up and he had to go.”

“That’s alright Anthony,” she said with a shaky breath. “Why don’t you come inside and share a meal with me? It’ll be a shame for all my hard work to just go to waste.”

***

Dinner was spent with idle chitchat, going over a range of topics that was as far as possible from work and avoiding having to say her husband’s name at all. Had it not been for the somber expression on her face, he would dare to say that dinner went off without a hitch, but Anthony knew better. Cassandra was far from happy.

“Dinner was fantastic,” he said enthusiastically, breaking through the silence. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Thank you,” she said with a soft smile. “And yes, I actually took cooking lessons a few years back. I try to break out my skills in the kitchen when I have the chance. I’m just happy someone else other than me gets to appreciate it.”

His smile faltered a bit when he heard the tail end of her statement, the bitterness in her voice showing just a little more. “How about I clean up?” he offered.

She waved her hand dismissively, explaining how the maids will be back first thing in the morning so there was no need for him to get his hands dirty. “You can just help me bring the dishes to the kitchen and into the sink. They’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

“Well then, why don’t you just sit back and relax and let me do that myself? It’s the least I can do.”

She nodded appreciatively before standing up from her seat. Taking hold of her glass and the bottle of wine, she told him that she’ll be in the living room if he needed her.

He eyed her as she disappeared into the other room, her steps slightly unsteady, no doubt from the amount of alcohol that was already in her system. The bottle of wine she had taken was close to empty, even though he only managed to drink one glass during dinner. He was quite certain that once he left, it wouldn’t be the last bottle that she would consume. With a shake of his head, he went about picking up the dirty dishes, walking into the kitchen and placing them by the sink for the maids to get cleaned tomorrow.

He took his time washing his hands, thinking of a way to give her the gift that Marshall had asked him to get for her and leave. While he didn’t necessarily want to leave her alone, he also didn’t want to have to deal with comforting a drunk and hurt woman over his boss’ own stupidity. Drying his hands on a paper towel, he resolved himself to leaving at the first chance he got.

Walking back out to the foyer, he grabbed the gift bag that he had left on the table before heading towards the living room.

Anthony stopped in his tracks, just inside the entryway, at the sight before him. Cassandra sat at the bay window overlooking the back yard, her silhouette bathe in moonlight. His breath was caught in his throat as he noticed how the light seemed to catch in her long blonde hair, how it cast shadows on her face to give her an air of mystery, how it framed her figure making her seem more lithe than she already was.

Over the five years he had been working for Marshall Brooks, he met two of his wives. From other colleagues, he had heard stories about the first three and even others who their boss had pursued. The one thing they all seemed to have in common was that they were breathtakingly beautiful – and Cassandra definitely fit into that category. And it wasn’t all that surprising to people who knew the man.

Marshall may have been in his 50s but he still presented himself as quite the catch. He was a good looking man in his youth and he still kept that image. He looked young for his age and exercised regularly, making him fit. He was a smooth talker too, a characteristic that actually helped propel him to the top of his field of work. Add his success into the mix and women naturally flocked to him. Money was a big draw but it was the man himself that kept them interested and wanting to get married.

But as much as he was good with charming the ladies, Marshall’s first priority was always his first love – his work. Over time, what interest he may have shown to any of his girlfriends or wives would dwindle. While some would find solace in staying in the marriage for whatever his money could get them, the loneliness became too much more often than not, making them choose to leave to find happiness elsewhere than stay in a dead end love affair.

“Is that the gift he told you to get me?”

Cassandra’s voice shook Anthony out of his reverie, the sharpness of her tone bringing him back to reality. Raising his gaze to her face, he noted how she looked bored yet expectant.

“Yeah,” he replied distractedly. He approached the bay window where she still sat, smiling softly when she moved slightly and patted the spot beside her, silently telling him to take a seat. “Here you go,” he said, handing over the small paper bag.

“Tiffany’s,” she stated. “You have good taste. But then again, I’ve known that ever since the first gift came.”

His eyes snapped back to her face, a little surprised and a lot curious about what she meant. But she paid no mind to him, instead focusing on pulling on the ribbon that held the bag closed before fishing out the velvet box from inside the bag. She sighed as she dropped the bag on the floor, her thoughts resolved to dismissing whatever piece of jewelry was inside. But once she flicked the box open, she let out a gasp. Cradled inside the box was a platinum charm bracelet, already holding three charms. One look at each of the pieces left her both pleasantly surprised and bitterly disappointed.

“Is something wrong?” he asked worriedly after seeing the play of emotions on her face.

“No,” she replied, sadness evident in her voice. “It’s just,” she trailed off with a sigh.

“Just what?” he pressed on.

“What does it say about my loving husband when one of his employees actually knows his wife better?” she asked sarcastically. The way she had emphasized the word loving made him want to laugh, barely managing to hide it behind a cough. “A ruby heart for my birthstone, a four-leaf clover for my Irish family history and a Batman charm because he’s my favorite super hero.”