The Charade (3 page)

I swallowed hard. This man was going to eat me alive – I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I wanted him to dive right in to my pussy. “Hello.” I said. My voice trembled, but I inched closer to him. The door slammed with a thud. I jumped again.

“Don’t be alarmed Miss Yancey,” he said. He bit his lip. “I’m just going to fuck your brains out.” Victor charged towards me, grabbed my dress and hiked it up my waist. In one hitch, he hoisted me up in the air with ease and carried me to the bedroom. His brute strength startled me. Was he drunk off lust or always this strong? His glistening biceps made me think the latter. I didn’t care – I was his.

I wrapped my legs around his torso like a python coiling around its prey. He planted his wet tongue inside my mouth as my back banged against the door. The antique clock on the wall shook from the bump. I let out a muffled groan. “You like that don’t you?” He grinned.

“Yes,” I replied. I breathed so deeply I could barely respond. I wanted less talking and more tongue. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine. He moaned when I grabbed it – I took note of it for future reference. Vic released his tongue from my clutches after exploring every crevice of my mouth. His fingers slivered to the top of my tender shoulder. His tongue snaked over to my neck. I tilted my head back against the wall, allowing him to bury his wet kisses deeper onto me. I never allowed myself to be bent to a man’s will sexually, but this was different. This man was masterful.

His tongue ventured up my neck, right on the vein that stuck out whenever my heart raced. I draped my legs around him tighter; my thighs would be sore in the morning. Maybe Vic could massage them. For now, he continued to massage his lips and planted wet kisses on my sweltering neck, but when he sunk his teeth into me, I virtually lost all bodily function.

“Oh my god!” I said. My sensuous shriek filled the expansive suite. If I had been standing, I would have stammered and fell over. His mouth was perfect, scintillating, like it was made to embrace my skin.

He clenched my thighs and together, we galloped over the bed. He moved with ease. My hands rested below the back of his neck, just above his flexed trapezius muscles. Victor relinquished his grip of me and laid me down on the bed. I looked over at Victor. His hands rested on his hips. He marveled at my body. I lay, ready and willing to be devoured by his stiff cock.

“My, my, my. Look at this pretty little thing before my eyes. Seasoned and ripe for the picking,” he said. His eyes were ready to assault the depths of my recess. “I want your clothes off now.” I did as I was told. I reached around to unsnap my bra, but halted by his voice. “No. Slower. No rushing. You’re
mine
for the entire night.”

Time felt suspended. All my senses were heightened by this moment. I looked at Victor’s body. Ripples of bulging muscles flowed through every branch of his body. I was certain he spent the same amount of time wielding iron in the gym as he did wielding commands to his corporate underlings. The symmetry of his body was perfect. His broad shoulders were complemented by his thick chest and biceps. He didn’t have chicken legs like most guys who only focused their time on
show muscles
. His ass was to die for. The image of him thrusting it into me lodged a breath in my throat.

Normally I’d be ashamed, but there was something about Victor, though intimidating to most, I felt comfortable in his presence. His eyes stayed buttoned to me as removed every garment patiently. Every piece of clothing meant one step closer to Victor delving into my center of paradise. With each item being thrown to the floor – dress, bra, watch, and necklace, the anticipation gripped me. I reached for my panties, when Victor said, “Stop.” I jumped a bit. “Black lace panties.” He breathed in deeply. “My favorite.” He clenched his fists and his face frowned in savage delight.

“May I continue?” I asked, putting on an innocent, sexy voice. He nodded. I slid my panties down – they were saturated. By the time they were over my ankles, his cock seemed to grow another inch. I grabbed my black heels to chuck them across the room, but he stopped me again.

“Please. Leave those on.” With no hesitation, Victor slid his moist body on top of mine, peppering my mountainous breasts with his lips. His hands traveled all over me, tingling my skin. He took a handful of my hair and yanked it with just the right amount of pain. My lip quivered. His hot tongue trailed over my hardened nipples. He went back and forth, flicking it with his tongue and then biting it. He repeated over again over. Flicking then biting. Biting then flicking.

“I want you so bad right now.” Words somehow were able to escape my mouth which was drier than cotton balls.

“Mmmmm, not yet Natasha. There will be time.”

“Please!” I said. He laughed to himself then his mouth traveled to my navel. His tongue danced in circles. Was he going down on me again?

He teased the outside and inside of my thighs. Fingers glided up my legs to my sopping wet, delicate flower. His thumb kissed my swollen clitoris. “Fuck. You’re so wet. You’re drenched.” He massaged my clit harder after each word he uttered. His voice lowered. “We’ll have to make sure there’s not a drop left.” I squirmed under his touch, losing all comprehension. I only understood the pleasure he invoked. He slid his index finger inside me. My sloppy pussy made a wet, squishy sound.

“Victor.” I spoke his voice in a whisper.

He slid his finger out of me and injected it into his mouth. He closed his eyes, swirled the finger inside his jaws and reveled in my taste. “You taste so good. I want more.” He grabbed my knees, spread them apart and dove his tongue into my wet junction. He coiled round and round my desperate hole. Victor lapped up my juices like he was feeding. I couldn’t believe I gave him pleasure. Most men just did it because they thought it was something they were
supposed
to do. Victor did because he enjoyed it. He moaned with each suck. Victor tickled slow circles, then fast circles around my heated hole. Then he penetrated me with his tongue. I clenched the sheets.

My eyes were closed and I imaged my wetness all over his lips and chin. I moaned louder when he stuck another finger in my walls. He began to curl it, reaching the ridges of my g-spot. I arched my ass to match his rhythm. He slid another finger into me. I cupped my breasts and massaged them wrathfully. His tongue continued to skate all over my slit. I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought I heard Vic laughing at me. “Please,” I said. My breaths were jagged. “Fuck me now!” Each flick and suck sent more desire through my veins. I grabbed the top his head. My fingernails dug into his prickly scalp. He moaned from the slight pain.

It made him suck harder. It made him plunge his fingers deeper into me. I spread my legs out as far as possible and his fingers sunk further into my luscious cavern. The pleasure sent me to my apex. I mashed my eyes shut as white heat coursed through my body, orgasming under his fingers and tongue. “That’s a good girl. Come for Victor,” he said.

I needed him. Now.

I backed away from him, my body still having aftershocks. A confident smirk drew on his face. “Victor, I want you to fuck me right now.”

“Is that right?” It was a game to him.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He smiled. The man was devious. “Say it louder.”

“I want you to fuck me right now.” I felt nasty and dirty and I liked it. At that moment, I wanted to be Victor’s filthy whore.

Victor slid his hand under the massive pillow and brought out a condom. “You’re right. The time has come. Your pussy didn’t look like it could take anymore of my tongue.” He ripped open the packet and glided the latex over his immense shaft. “Let’s see if you’re able to handle my dick.”

Finally, it happened. I spent every waking moment envisioning him entering me. I marveled at his glistening body. No one else on this planet could have him. I didn’t care about last week, tomorrow or next month – Victor was mine.

My heart rocketed out of my chest as Victor’s muscular frame mounted me. He danced the head of his penis around over my aching clit. He could sense my desperation. I cupped his ass and
forced
him into me.

My jaws clenched as he impaled me with his manhood. It vibrated inside of me.

He groaned from the pleasure, forcing each inch of his root deeper. His faced frowned. “Goodness, you’re so tight.” I bit my bottom limp.

“Mmm mpmh,” I said. I barely managed to say that. There were no breaths in my lungs.

“Allow me to loosen you up.” Victor speared his dick into me, causing the entire bed to shake. The pleasure from his cock was immense. He reached under me and cupped the back of my head. His kisses – frenetic. His stroke – monumental. Each thrust of his torso sent shockwaves through my body. The head of his cock kissed the bottom of my womanhood.

His lips crashed onto mine. I planted my hands on to the muscular ridges of his back, mashing his body onto me. His tongue swirled with mine. Our sweat dripped together. His thrust became more forceful after I sunk my nails into his back. The savage let loose from him. The sound of his dick pillaging my pink, tender flesh grew louder, more violent. He was driven to pummel my tender hole.

His cock gorged my pussy – my body rocked back, but I hung on for the ride. The bed frame rocked back and forth as the uncaged beast named Victor pumped away. The feeling was beyond incredible. It blew my expectations through the roof. I had never been with any man so animalistic. It was so raw. These were things I read in dirty books about or heard girls gossip about, but I never thought little old me would experience.

My hair sprawled out over the bed and rivers of sweat poured off my forehead. Victor’s eyes were locked onto mine. I normally kept my eyes open. “Do you love this cock?” he asked.

“Yes,” I screamed. My voice could crack glass. He put his arm under my knee and brought my right thigh up to his back. His meaty shaft plunged deeper into me, brushing my g-spot. “Yes!” I said. Much louder this time. “Yes!” I wanted the entire hotel to hear me. “Yes!” I wanted people out on the sidewalks to hear me. The pleasure seared through my blood.

Victor’s dick spanked into my tightness like a deranged wolf, thirsty for blood. I arch my back to take him in even more. I wanted all of him. I needed to drink every masculine drop into my soul. My body synched to each thrust. As he pumped, my pussy walls curved to welcome him.

My mind zoned out. The smacking sound of our flesh fades. The lights dim. His body forms a muted silhouette of skin, violently pumping away into me. It felt trance-like. A tear fell slightly from my eye. Victor took me to heights I never thought imaginable. My pussy seized. Another orgasm brewed.

I snapped back to reality. Victor swam through me so hard, I was afraid he would pull a muscle. His breaths were hard and his face was flushed. “Fuck,” I said. His dick became harder inside me.

“Oh, shit,” he gasped. He was going to come too.

He eyes reached my soul.

“Come with me,” I said. My voice softened. “Victor. Come with me,” I said. My hands ventured all over his sweaty body. His head, his back, his ass – I wanted to feel every part of the man who made me feel like this. My thighs shook as our groans mixed in the air. His body spasmed and jerked into me as he spilled his seed into the latex. I wanted his come to be inside of me instead.

My body gave out and collapsed into the sheets. My pussy violently gyrated as jet after jet of exhilaration pushed me to a climax. We held onto each other, as our panting faded from a rapid pace back down to a normal rhythm. His face was buried in the pillow. My gaze focused upwards towards the ceiling fan. I felt his shaft tremble inside of me. And I knew he felt my pussy shake gently around him too.

I was spent. His face pulled up and he looked at me in the eye. No words were said. If he never let me go I wouldn’t have cared. I could’ve stayed in his arms all night.

He cleared his throat. “That was interesting,” he said. His voice intimated that this was business as usual for him.

“It absolutely was,” I said getting under the sheets. I lay in bliss after he excused himself to the bathroom to flush the condom. He came back and went to the closet retrieving a navy blue suit. “Where are you going?” I asked.

“I have business to tend to.” I imagined what kind of business could be done at this hour of the night. “You’re free to stay. In fact, I want you to stay.”

“Are you coming back?” I snapped right back to reality, a bitter reality.

“Maybe.” He was completely dressed. “Maybe not.”

“Wow. Just like that, huh?”

“What do you mean?” His appeared puzzled.

“You fuck me and then you’re gone.”

“It’s not that simple.” He pulled his tie into a perfect knot. “I enjoyed myself. And I know you did too. But business is first. And sometimes these meetings run throughout the night.” He shot a searing look at me. “Hopefully, you’ll be here next to me in the morning.” He kissed me on the cheek and swiftly exited the room.

It was the same chapter in the story of my sex life.

***

It was right before the crack of dawn. I slinked out of bed without making a peep. It was rude of me, but I didn’t want to wake up with him and endure the courtesy small talk about how the coffee tasted or the weather forecast for the day – all the shit to divert attention and lesson the blow of one night stand sex. No need for the fake pleasantries and a short peck on the cheek – spare me. And no need for the embarrassment of drawing out the inevitable – him tossing me aside like yesterday’s newspaper. I did both of us a favor.