I leaned against the wall and waited for Mark, who could barely unlock the door,
"If I don't get this I'll just have to fuck you out here. Give the neighbors a real show." For a second the moment crossed my mind but with the way things were lately it would just turn out for the worse. Just as I was about to get frustrated I heard the click of the lock and he turned to me as he pushed the door open. He made his way over to me and I was trapped as he pinned himself against me, my back against the wall. The cool air that circulated through the building chilled my bare thighs as he lifted my skirt and ran his hands over as much skin as he could,
"You're not going to forget this night." I moaned as he lifted me off the groud and wrapped my legs around his waist,
"I hope you're right." I expected him to carry me into his apartment but he didn't. I remained trapped between the wall and his hard body. My eyes opened as he began to grind into me, my legs were wide open and his crotch completely covered my own as he applied more pressure. My head rolled to the side and I slid my hands through his hair as his tongue exited his mouth and landed on my neck. His slow long licks were erotic making me release tiny sighs of approval until I became louder,
"We better take this inside." I nodded in agreement as he carried me through the apartment and didn't stop until we were in the kitchen. He placed me on the countertop and my hands connected at the back of his neck as I looked at him with a tiny smile on my face,
"Can you do something for me?" He nodded his head and laughed just slightly,
"I can do any and everything." He gently bit my chin,
"What do you want?" I smiled,
"Fuck me so good that I forget where I am in the morning." He turned the faucet on and flowing water was the only sound as he nodded his head. I gasped as cold water coated my skin,
"What?!" Before I could say anything more he splashed water down my chest and my silk dress stuck to my chest. His finger traced over my erect nipple and my eyes closed as my head rested against the cupboard. My other nipple was given an equally satisfying amount of attention and I watched as he slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders. Once my dress was down and my chest was bare his mouth latched onto my breast as his hand massaged the other. I was unsure of what to do with my hands so I ran them through my own hair feeling as if I were on cloud nine and hoping the number didn't stop there. Soon his hand was no longer massaging my breast, it was pouring water onto my body. I could feel splashes of water from my head to my feet but no part of my body was more wet than between my legs and it had nothing to do with the water from the sink. I wiggled out of my dress and was left with a thong and gold stilettos as his mouth explored my body from my neck down to my belly button. I don't know if it was the water, his mouth or a combination of both but shivers were traveling up and down my spine and they didn't seem as if they were going to stop. With an amazing amount of force he ripped my thongs off and it caused something animalistic in me,
"Fuck me right now Mark." I grabbed his face and demanded he look at me,
"Fuck me." He grabbed me and I felt as if I were a weightless as he carried me over to the floor by the couch with little effort. He placed me on my back, on the softest rug I have ever felt, and disappeared into another room,
"Mark, hurry up. We don't need candles, fragrances or any other item of romance you are thinking about." He walked back out, naked with a smile on his face,
"Don't be so impatient." I looked down at his stiff penis and smiled with a look of seduction that could not be resisted,
"I'm not the only one ready for some action." He positioned himself on his back and looked at me,
"Speaking of action, I scored a little the other night." He waved my favorite candy in my face and I lit up like a child on Halloween night,
"You are a saint." I poured the coke on his chiseled torso, down that slender line that separated one side of his chest from the other. As I closed my eyes and covered one of my nostrils the cocaine entered my system and I couldn't help but moan,
"Wow, this is great. No burn at all. So pure." His hands ran through my hair but he remained silent as I finished off his supply.
"Now, let's get this party started." I lowered my head until I was hovering over his dick. No need to waste time with ridiculous acts of romance and foreplay. I could see his dick pulsating and his eyes pleading as he waited for me to surround him. Just as he was about to say something I slid my mouth over his warm dick and placed my hands on his hips. His body was steady as my head bobbed up and down sucking as hard as I could wanting to make him scream, cry and moan my name until he thought he couldn't take the pleasure my mouth so easily gave men. The grip on my hair that his hands had increased and soon he was pulling it with such an intensity it was almost too hard for me to concentrate.
"Baby." he mumbled repeatedly. I began to pump the base of his cock as I sucked him, his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. The slight salty taste of his dick made me want to keep him in my mouth until I physically couldn't suck him anymore. I continued not replying to his attempts to get my attention,
"Baby please. Not like this. I don't want to like this." He pulled my head back just before his released what I was waiting for to enter my mouth. He pushed me on my back forcefully and quickly threw one of my legs over his shoulder. He dove between my legs and his tongue wet me even more than I already was. He alternated between a slow lick and rapid strong flicks with his pointed tongue.
"Lick it like that baby." He licked over me slowly and my hips began to rotate from the sheer pleasure. Mark was, by far, the best man who has ever given me oral. This one simple talent he possessed makes it impossible for me to ever stop sleeping with him. How could a woman say no to man who knew how to work her over with his mouth?
"Suck it." He began to suck my clit and I grabbed the rug beneath me,
"Suck it harder." The harder he sucked me the more my heart raced as my hips rotated and fucked his face. My loud moans and cired of pleasure were surely loud but I don't care; being loud is a part of enjoyable sex and frankly, I don't mind if someone heard me. I began to blink repeatedly and I saw bright lights that were in shapes I couldn't decipher as I screamed out and thank God and Mark for the surge of energy that was flowing through my body. He stood up and walked over to the bar,
"Vodka?" I moaned as I ran my hands over my body,
"Yes and keep them coming." I wasn't sure about anything except I was having a good time with Mark and I didn't want it to end. He walked back over and sat down nect to me, handing me a glass,
"I have tomorrow off. Let's say we spend the entire time naked? What do you say? You free?" I smiled at the thought,
"Yeah, I have nothing to do tomorrow." I downed my drink and took his out of his hand and killed it off too,
"Damn, you drink like a fish." I looked up at the ceiling and smiled at nothing in particular. Between the drinking all night, the drugs and the sex it seems as if it were going to be a prefect night.
Chapter 94
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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