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Authors: Kristina Wright

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“So, what should we do that's new?” When she didn't answer, he said, “Come up with something or I'm driving out there right now and crawling in your bedroom window.”

“Yeah right.” Pussy juice soaked her lips, beckoning her fingers. “Okay, I know what you can do.”

“Spank your ass raw?”

She could hear his smirk, and it pleased her. “That too, but you can also eat my pussy until I can't breathe—and then eat it some more.”

His voice was gritty when he growled, “God, I want you.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Now…”

“Tomorrow.” She made kissing noises into the phone and then laughed. “Love you.”

When they'd said their good nights and hung up, Kim kissed the phone and flicked off the bedside lamp. Her hand still cupped her mound, two fingertips playing in the juice of her arousal. She wanted to come. She wanted it now, but she just couldn't masturbate under her parents' roof. Her pussy throbbed, a wet heat, like it had its own heartbeat. She squeezed her mound hard, so hard her clit popped out between her slick lips. It was begging…begging…

Kim pulled her hand out from under the covers. Her fingers were slick with juice.
Save it for tomorrow. You can do this. You can wait
.

The whole thing happened in a whirlwind, right from the moment she burst into Elson's bachelor apartment. Instantly, she found herself in his arms. They kissed with such blazing intensity she thought their mouths might weld themselves together. Her pussy hadn't stopped begging all night, and her clit was now so blatantly engorged she moaned when the seam of her jeans pressed against her panties.

“If you don't eat me soon I'm gonna fucking scream.”

“You're gonna scream either way.” Elson tore off her top, and then stripped out of his robe. He was naked underneath, his cock so hard it stared right up at her. “You're gonna scream so loud we'll have the neighbors banging on the walls.”

Kim fumbled with the button on her jeans. Her hands were trembling, but she couldn't get her pants off fast enough. Elson laughed at her striped socks, so she pulled those off too. She posed for him wearing nothing but a black lace bra and thong.

Grabbing her by the waist, Elson launched Kim onto his messy bed. He took hold of her waist, pulling her right to the edge of the mattress and falling to his knees between her spread thighs.

“Oh my god.” She watched him target her pussy. His breath was so hot she could feel it through her thong. “Oh fuck, Elson, you gotta lick me.”

He didn't even move her thong aside before planting his face in her crotch. Growling, he sucked there until his hot mouth soaked through the cotton lining. She'd never seen him so wild, biting her pussy lips or tearing at her thong with his teeth, shaking his head side to side. It was like watching an animal
slashing into its prey. She was his gazelle. He could tear her to shreds, and she'd just keep calling out for more.

Waves of tingling heat coursed between her inner thighs as she wrapped them around Elson's head. He grabbed her bare ass, squeezing with both hands, but her muscles flexed each time she bucked, smashing her pussy against his face. She wanted more. Oh god, she wanted so much more.

Reaching between her legs, Kim tugged her thong to one side. The second Elson's tongue met her bare lips, Kim groaned. This agony was bliss. God, when he attacked her pussy like that she didn't feel in control of her mind or her body. He'd only just started and already she was bouncing on the bed, throwing herself at his mouth.

Kim couldn't tell Elson's saliva from her pussy juice—all she knew was she was wet. Damn wet. She thrust against his face, riding his mouth, feeling the prickle of his stubble against her baby-soft lips.

“I shaved for you!” She didn't mean to holler, but she couldn't help it.

Elson made a sound like “I know,” or maybe “I noticed.” Hard to tell exactly what he was saying with his mouth wide open and tongue extended like that. Everything sounded like a moan.

Pulling down the cup of her bra, Kim pinched her hard nipple and a shock wave went straight to her clit. She bucked even higher and Elson went with her, rising until he was standing next to the bed, holding her on a steep diagonal. The view made her gasp. He shook his head side to side, sucking her clit all the while.

An impatient orgasm throbbed at the base of her belly, seeping into her clit with every clench and gasp. She could feel her body more intensely than ever. Her skin blazed inside and
out, and she wanted to scratch everywhere, even knowing it would do her no good. The only cure for this sizzle was pulsing in her pussy, begging for release.

“Make me come.” It was hard to move in this position, but that didn't stop Kim grinding against his mouth. “Get me there, Elson. I want it now!”

Just as Kim squeezed her straining nipple, Elson sucked her clit into his mouth so hard she screamed. He buried his face in her pussy lips, going berserk between her legs. He put her over the brink so hard she didn't know what hit her.

Kim's orgasm trembled through her entire body. Her toes curled until they felt numb. She held her legs straight and still in an attempt to hold on to the sensation. But as fast as her climax had peaked, the pleasure grew too big to bear. She pounded her fists on the mattress, trying to flip herself over so he'd have to let go, but nothing worked.

Screaming, “Stop! Stop!” she flailed her arms, trying desperately to escape. Why was he still going at her, still sucking her aching clit? “No, Elson, stop! Stop!”

Something new
.

This is what she'd asked for:
eat my pussy until I can't breathe—and then eat it some more
. If she could catch her breath, she might even laugh. But she was beyond screaming now, beyond pleading. For the first time ever, she'd passed her pain point and it hadn't killed her.

Kim went limp and Elson followed her onto the bed, his mouth still latched to her pussy. She let go of her thong and it stayed there, stuck between her thigh and her red mound. Her clit was so engorged it stuck out between her slick lips, and when Elson looked up at her, his face was wet with her juices.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. There was awe
in his eyes, and she felt the same way. And then he went right back at it, licking her clit, eating her like dinner. She didn't last a minute before another orgasm soared through her body. This one made her shake all over, made her buck and bounce on the bed, and forced a string of naughty words from her mouth. She clawed the sheets until every bit of energy was drained by her climax. She couldn't even see straight.

With an animal growl, Elson flipped her over and spanked her ass. It was so unexpected she tensed and whipped her head around. His smile was ruthless, and she loved it. She had absolutely no force left. It was all him now.

Elson rained spankings down on her ass. She was too orgasm-stupid to keep count, but it felt like a lot. They just kept coming, these raw smacks and slaps, until her skin sizzled. When her eyes focused, she saw how red her cheeks had become and felt like she'd swallowed wool. Every spanking was torture now. They were all so damn hard that she tried to roll over, but he wouldn't have it. He kneeled on her thighs to keep her in place. She turned to one side and the other, but there was no escape. He had her good.

“No, stop! Stop!” Kim squealed as tears formed in her eyes. She blinked, and those tears spread across her lashes. The whole room sparkled, but the spanking didn't stop.

“Something new.” Elson's voice was dark, but regulated. “Like we said—eat you breathless, then eat you some more.”

It hurt so much, and it was real pain, genuine and intense. She tried to squirm away, but he wouldn't let her move. Every slap was another slice of hell. She flinched when he raised his hand and howled when he lowered it, screamed when his palm struck her blazing flesh. She was crying now, honest-to-god tears, and no pain had ever felt this good.

“I said I'd spank you raw.”

“Mission accomplished,” she bawled, her breath hitching with every sob.

There was no hesitation in his actions as he climbed off her. Sure she was free to move, but damned if she had the energy for it now. When he pulled her to the edge of the mattress, she let her body slide against the mess of covers.

“What if I fuck you?”

All Kim could manage was a whispered, “Yesss.”

Her toes met the floor, but she didn't stand. She couldn't. She lay there, facedown on Elson's bed, legs spread for him, hoping he'd get inside her soon. Damn soon.

When his fat cock penetrated her, it was too much and not enough. Something deep inside of her panged, and she clenched her pussy muscles, making him groan. He grabbed her waist hard, pulling her into the saddle of his hips. She made herself a toy for his pleasure, a rag doll. All her energy had been taken by force, by orgasms and spankings, and now she was a body of bliss.

Every time her searing ass met Elson's pelvis, she whimpered. Her flesh prickled with heat. As his thumbs moved down her rear, pressing into her cheeks on both sides, she muttered a litany of obscenities, blurred together by sensation and emotion. “Fuckmefuckmejustfuckme!”

He did. He fucked her so hard she felt it in her toes. Her body buzzed and a familiar sensation reappeared in her belly. “Holy fuck, I'm gonna fucking come!”

“You come!” Elson commanded, thrusting so fast it made her weak.

“I'm gonna fucking come!” she cried, like saying it again made it even more true.

There was something about Elson's voice, about the way he breathed and wheezed and grunted and growled, that she felt in
her body. Her thighs were on fire from the inside out, and her pussy groped him, milked him, begged him to come. God, did he ever!

“Fuck yeah!” Elson rammed her robotically, like some mechanical force was driving his hips.

When Kim closed her eyes, the last of her tears spilled onto Elson's sheets. She could just see the come exploding from his cock and filling her pussy. She could see his white coating her pink, and the thought made her moan.

Kim didn't move when Elson collapsed beside her. Breath eluded them. Words did too. Even later, when Elson got under the covers, she had to stay on top. Her ass was still blazing.

“You really did a number on me.” She kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”

“So, was that something new?”

She laughed. “You bet.”

“Thinking of moving in with me now?”

She took a breath, gazing up at the car poster above his bed. “There ain't enough room in this apartment for the two of us.”

This time, he laughed. “Would you at least consider spending a few nights here? With me? Hmm?”

Elson looked so cute when he begged, and Kim couldn't help smiling. “After sex like that, how can I say no?”

OVER A BARREL

Tamsin Flowers

Bonnie Bryant hated winter weather. Even before she skidded on a patch of sidewalk ice and broke both her wrists the week after Thanksgiving. Not one wrist, like the old ladies who're unsteady on their feet or the kids who are running too fast to avoid a snowball, but two. Both her arms were in plaster from the wrist to the elbow. Now she didn't have to go out in the snow, but she had cabin fever and her mom's chicken soup to contend with instead.

In short, she was miserable and feeling sorry for herself. And frustrated. There are certain things you can't do with plaster casts on both your wrists.

“Come on, Bonnie. View it as a well-earned break from work,” said her mother, ramming a sofa cushion down behind her daughter's back. “God knows, you worked enough hours overtime before Thanksgiving.”

“Mom, I can't afford to take time off work. There are people in the office who would kill for my job and they're probably already warming up my seat.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” said Melba Bryant.

She was too busy and Bonnie found it exhausting to watch her scurrying around the living room, putting things away in the wrong place and tidying what didn't need to be tidied. She closed her eyes and wriggled on the cushions to try and make herself more comfortable.

“Right, I'm done.”

Melba's voice from somewhere behind the couch cut through to her consciousness. She must have dozed off.

“I'm away now. I've left cut up sandwiches on the table for your lunch and I'll be back at six to sort dinner. Anything you need from the store?”

“No, Mom.”

Bonnie shook her head sleepily, but then she remembered.

“Mom? Will you put the key out for me, please? Jason Haynes from the office is dropping by later to go over some files.”

Melba came round to the front of the couch.

“For the love of god, why won't they leave you in peace? Well, at least this guy can tell you who's after your job.”

“It's him, Mom. He's the one after my job.”

When the key turned in the lock at a quarter after four Bonnie was watching an episode of
Dexter
she'd missed earlier in the run. She scrabbled for the remote, which dropped with a clatter to the floor and skidded under the couch. As Dexter pierced his victim's heart with a stiletto, Jason Haynes walked into the room and dropped his attaché case noisily on Bonnie's dining table.

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