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Nick hauled her body further up the bed, until her head butted up against the pillows.
“No headboard, I see,” he muttered, almost as if to himself. “Something else to work on. Until then, this will have to do.”
He removed her arms from around his neck and drew them up and over her head, shackling them in place easily with one of his big hands. He then began to trace a slow, deliberate path down her body with his mouth, alternating between delicate, butterfly-like kisses on her eyelids, cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then becoming more aggressive the lower he went. She let out a yelp as he bit down on one of her earlobes before laving the same spot with his tongue. He tore a gasp from her throat as he sucked the side of her neck in a possessive love bite. His tongue licked a bead of sweat from the hollow at the base of her throat before moving in a straight line down between her heaving breasts.
He lingered over the taut, swollen mounds for a long while – his tongue circling each nipple over and over before sucking it into his mouth. With each long, hard pull of his lips at her breast, she could feel the sensation shimmer all the way down her torso, past her belly, and directly to her womb.
Nick lifted his mouth, his strong fingers still plucking at one of her fully engorged nipples. “Ever come this way, Angel? Just from having your tits sucked on?”
“Ahh.” Her upper body bowed off the bed as he twisted one taut peak hard. “No. I didn’t -”
“Didn’t know that you could have an orgasm that way?” he finished. “It isn’t all that easy, but I think given how damned responsive you are that it will be for you. But we’ll have to try that another time, Angel. Because right now there’s something else I really, really need to do.”
He released his grip on her wrists, sliding down her body and prying her thighs apart as he did so. Then, as his intent became clear to her, she bucked her hips up in protest.
“No.” She tried desperately to pull her legs closed but his grip was like a steel bar holding her in place. “Please, don’t. I – I don’t like that.”
Nick chuckled. “
That
? You mean oral sex, Angel? Having your cunt eaten out, your clit sucked? Tell me why you don’t like it.”
She shook her head, feeling her face flame with mortification. “I – I can’t. Please, Nick. It’s just not something I like.”
“Tough. Because I do like it. A lot. And I think I’m going to really like eating up your sweet, juicy cunt. Now tell me why you don’t enjoy it.”
She whimpered as his fingers dug deeper into her thighs and she knew there’d be bruises there tomorrow, as well as in a number of other places on her body. “It just doesn’t feel good, that’s all. Only a couple of the guys I’ve been with ever tried it and it just felt – icky.”
“Icky?” He threw back his head and laughed heartily. “Oh, that’s a good one, Angel. And you know what? If some fumbling twenty year old college boy tried to go down on you and didn’t know what the hell he was doing, then that very, uh, vivid description probably isn’t far off the mark. However,” he added in a low, sexy voice, “
I
know exactly what I’m doing.”
And before she could protest further, he’d buried his face between her widespread thighs and began to run his tongue with deliberate precision all around the moist folds of her labia.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, her hips rearing up off the bed as her hands threaded into his thick black hair, pulling him in even closer.
It took only those few clever, arousing licks for her to realize he’d been quite right. Not only did he know
exactly
what he was doing, but he seemed to be an expert in the art. The pathetic attempts her previous partners had made at this were laughable now in comparison. Except that laughing was the very last thing she felt like doing at this moment.
Nick lifted his head, only to replace his tongue with two long fingers, and she quivered each time he would thrust them deep inside of her body before sliding back out. He repeated this action far too many times for her to count, until she was writhing against his fingers, her pelvis thrashing around wildly, seeking, needing, begging.
“You’re a greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” he rasped. “You want it real bad, don’t you, Angel? How many orgasms do you think you can handle in one night, hmm? I’m betting an awful lot.”
“Yes,” she cried out frantically. “I – I do need it. Please, oh please, just -”
He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it hard, and then bent his head and flicked his tongue across it twice, thrice, until she came apart, her nails digging into his scalp as she clutched his head to her. The orgasm went on and on, causing the bed to shake as her legs seemed to flail around uncontrollably.
Her whole body was still throbbing with sensation, and she badly needed a few minutes to come back down to earth, to remember how to breathe. But Nick was at her again, this time with his tongue thrusting up boldly inside her vagina, mimicking the motion his fingers had been making just minutes ago.
“Ah, no more. I – I can’t,” she pleased weakly. “So – so good, but I need -”
“You need to be prepared for me, Angel,” he told her firmly, his fingers spreading the lips of her inner labia apart. “You feel as tight as a virgin and I’m admittedly a big guy. If I don’t get you wet enough, relaxed enough, I’ll hurt you. Not intentionally, of course, but I am, ah, considered very well hung. So trust me on this, hmm? One more time and then I’ll fuck you.”
That promise was enough to make her heart begin to race in mingled fear and excitement, even as his mouth got busy again. It took very little time and not a whole lot of effort on his part to bring her over yet again, the climax causing her vaginal muscles to convulse around the pumping motion of his fingers, to shudder against the talented mouth that kept sucking on her over-sensitized clit.
When he finally moved away, Angela could only let her arms and legs sprawl limply in a weirdly contorted position. The blood was pounding in her ears and she was half-afraid she was going to pass out from the sensory overload. Dimly she realized that Nick was speaking to her as he ran a hand almost absently up and down her leg, still covered in its sheer black thigh-high stocking.
“I like these,” he murmured in a low voice. “Very sexy, even more than a garter belt. Not that I won’t look forward to seeing you wear one of those as well. Or a corset. But for tonight I think I’d prefer these long, gorgeous legs of yours to be bare.”
Nick removed one of her shoes, inspecting it as though he were an authority on women’s footwear. “Hmm, I suppose you have to wear something conservative like this to the office. But I’d love to see you in stilettos instead, in a really high fuck-me heel.” He began to roll her stocking off. “That kind of shoe would make your legs look as though they went all the way up to your armpits.”
As he removed the other shoe and stocking, Angela gasped as he ran his hands assertively up along her bare legs, caressing their long, pale gold length.
“Your skin is so smooth,” he purred, his caresses growing bolder. “Do you wax your legs, too?”
“Yes.” She was quivering in anticipation as he slowly spread her thighs apart, rising up to kneel between them.
“When I saw you standing across that room – all long hair and big eyes and these gorgeous legs,” he told her, his voice deep and enthralling, “the first thing I imagined was having them wrapped around my neck while I fucked you so deep and hard that both of us passed out from the pleasure.” He took hold of his intimidatingly huge erection and began to slowly feed it inside of her an inch at a time. “But not this first time,” he murmured against her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip sharply with his teeth. “I want both of us to remember every second.”
Angela was dizzy with sensation by now, already overwhelmed by how big he was, how deeply he filled her, and she fought off the panic when she realized he was barely halfway in. “I can’t – you’re – it’s too much,” she whispered helplessly.
“Hush. That’s a good girl.” He took her mouth in a long, leisurely kiss while his fingers plucked at her nipple. “You just need to relax, Angel. Give yourself over to me and let it happen. Don’t think. Just feel.”
“Okay.” Her voice sounded rusty as she took a deep breath, willing herself to relax, to allow her body to open further to him.
Nick continued to murmur in her ear – words of praise and encouragement, soothing her, calming her, seducing her. And as she did as he commanded and let herself go, he took advantage of her compliance and slid all the way inside of her, buried to the root.
Angela couldn’t suppress the little sound of alarm she made as he completed his possession, as she felt every hard, throbbing inch of him tightly sheathed within her. Nick propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at her intently, and simply remained still.
“I told you,” he whispered, brushing long strands of hair off her face. “I knew you could take me, Angel, knew that you were made for me. Not many women can handle all of me, you know.”
“I’m not so sure I can, either,” she breathed, firmly pushing aside the thought of how many women he must have been with in his lifetime. That was the very last thing she wanted to dwell on right now.
“Yes, you can. I told you – we fit together perfectly. I’m going to move now, Angel, and I’ll try to take it easy this first time. But you feel fucking amazing, like a fist around my dick, so holding back isn’t going to be easy.”
Angela could tell by the way he clenched his jaw, at how tightly bunched the huge muscles of his biceps were, that Nick was struggling mightily to do as he’d promised. But even with the long, slow strokes, the tremendous effort he was making to be gentle, she still feared he might split her in two. And then her inner muscles finally began to relax and she opened to him a bit more with each controlled thrust.
“Okay there, Angel?”
She nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Yes. It’s – it’s good. You can, um, you don’t have to keep -”
His dark eyes were gleaming as a slow smile broke across his face, beads of sweat dampening his forehead. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
Nick made a low, feral sound deep in his throat as he began to pick up the tempo, sliding his hands beneath her ass as he tilted her pelvis to the angle he wanted. As his movements grew faster and faster, his thrusts deeper and deeper, she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. He was too big, she thought wildly, too much. But the protest she was about to make froze in her throat as she felt the orgasm start to build, felt the broad head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her over and over, the angle of his thrusts perfectly positioned to stimulate the G-spot. And, as if that wasn’t more than enough to send her spiraling into oblivion, Nick worked a hand between their tightly joined bodies to find her clit, and the very second he rubbed his thumb over the distended little nub she went soaring – soaring so high that she was scarcely aware when he began to fuck her even harder, faster; when his breathing grew rough and when he came and came and came, his head thrown back as he let out a ferocious yell.
She thought perhaps that she did faint then, at least for a few seconds, because the next thing she was aware of was Nick walking out of her miniscule bathroom, having disposed of the condom. Her limbs – not to mention her brain – felt like jelly, so weak and drained that she could only let him draw her into his surprisingly tender embrace – surprising because she sensed that Nick was not by nature a tender or gentle man.
“You doing all right there, Angel?” he asked, his lips brushing her hair.
“I’ll let you know when I can feel my legs again,” she murmured weakly.
Nick chuckled. “Believe it or not, mine are a little shaky, too. But you’re okay otherwise? I wasn’t too rough on you?”
She wrapped her arms around his rock hard torso, burying her face against his throat. “Not too rough, no. I’m pretty tough after all.”
“Is that right?” He wrapped a hunk of her long hair around his hand and tugged her head back, forcing her to gaze into his eyes. “Well, Angel, that’s the best news I’ve heard for a good long while.” With his free hand he traced a path down between her heaving breasts, over her quivering belly, and then cupping her between her thighs. “Because I’m nowhere even close to being through with you tonight.”
“You seem to be walking okay today, Angie. That muscle you pulled the other day all healed up now?”
Angela paused by Noah’s cubicle on the way back to her own desk, a bit taken aback by his question. “Uh, yeah. It’s a lot better, thanks.”
Noah patted her on the arm with a reassuring smile. “Well, take it easy with those workouts from now on. I should hit the gym with you one of these days, have you show me some stuff. I’m admittedly a lazy bum but it sure looks like you keep yourself in great shape.”
She forced herself not to give a little eye roll as her co-worker rather openly ogled her. It was a warm Indian summer day so she’d worn her lightweight gray linen suit and a sleeveless white blouse that was a bit on the semi-sheer side.
“I actually don’t spend all that much time at the gym these days,” she acknowledged, taking a careful step or two away from Noah. “As you know, working twelve hour days is sort of draining, and the last thing I feel like at the end of one is going to the gym.”

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