She began whimpering.
With her nipples inside my mouth, she started to ride my cock. At first, I let her slide slowly up and down my cock, but I could only control myself for a short time. Before I knew it, I was fucking her like an animal. Hard. Just the way she liked it.
My eyes were glued on her tits as they bounced up and down. She had her head thrown back with her eyes half closed. Soft moans escaped her mouth as I bounced her on my cock.
I knew her orgasm was close. I pulled her hips close, so my groin would press her clit every time I pumped upwards. I increased the pace and rubbed her clit harder.
Before long, she was screaming my name. Her pussy clenched impossibly tight around my cock. “I’m coming! Don’t stop,” she gasped. Her legs shook and her body convulsed.
All the while, I kept pumping into her as my own climax built up. Hot cum shot out of me and I growled with the relief of it.
When it was over, she lay her head against my chest and I caressed her with circles on her back. I tugged her dress over her neck and head as she sat on my lap completely naked.
Her tits pressed against my chest and my hands rested on her curvy ass.
“Let’s go to bed,” I whispered into her ear, as I pushed two fingers into her pussy. It was full of my thick cum.
She shuddered.
I pulled my fingers out and brought them to her lips.
Eagerly, she sucked my fingers into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine while she licked them clean.
My cock recovered and began to swell, pushing hard against her pussy. I stood up, threw her over one shoulder, and carried her naked body upstairs to my bedroom.
The night was only beginning and I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. I threw her down on the bed and she opened her legs wide. Judging from the juices still running out of her pussy, I guessed that Ella wasn’t ready to sleep either.
Ella
Luke made me forget my worries that night but in the morning, when I woke up, they were there, waiting to consume me.
Stan had been let out of prison on parole. I had let Ruby convince me that he couldn’t possibly be the one contacting me. His restraining order was still in place. He could never come anywhere near me, or he would be going straight back to prison. The way she put it, even if he had sent those messages there was no way he was dumb enough to actually try and make physical contact.
Besides, she said, her boyfriend had heard from one of his friends that Stan absolutely hated prison. He’d made an enemy of a bully and he’d gotten beaten up real bad a few times. So, there was no way he wanted to go back to prison. She managed to convince me somewhat, but a little of the anxiety remained.
Only I knew about the murderous, reckless glint I’d seen when he had attacked me that last night. If I hadn’t kicked him in the balls and ran out of the apartment who knows what would have happened.
Ruby had been utterly and totally convinced about it being a wrong number and if I didn’t respond to that sick person, he would eventually give up. When I thought about it now, there was really nothing to connect Stan with those messages. Wildcat was a generic term. Lots of men refer to women as cats in bed. Wildcat, kitten, pussy…
I decided there and then not to give in to my fear.
It was past time to put Stan in the past where he belonged. I had no reason to believe those messages had been from him other than my own paranoia. I had to stop letting him into my head and spoiling my life.
For the first time in a long time, the future looked colorful. I had no concrete plans, but I knew my life was about to take a different course. Something was growing in me. A longing to do more. To reach all my potential. To go after my dreams.
I knew a lot of it had to do with Luke. He had worked hard for the life he had created for himself and his daughter. A number of times I had caught him in the library immersed in his work, he had a rapt expression of a man who enjoyed his work.
I wanted the same for myself. It wasn’t too late to chase my dreams and live a life I could be proud of. I had never once woken up before him. Luke was always the first in the household to get up. This was what it took to make a successful career.
By my side, Luke slept soundly, his right hand cupping my breast as if claiming ownership.
I wouldn’t mind belonging to Luke. With a sigh, I reminded myself we weren’t about that. We didn’t own each other. We were two people who enjoyed sex with each other with no emotions attached. But just for a few seconds, I gave in to temptation and allowed myself to fantasize what it would be like to be Luke’s woman.
He was the kind of man who would shower attention on his woman all the time. With Luke, you would never feel neglected. He always, always thought of my pleasure before his. I stared at him as he slept. His gorgeous, dark hair lay in unkempt waves, giving him an I-just-fucked-hard look.
My sex clenched as memories from the night came over me. My hand snaked down between my legs and I slowly began to rub my clit. Soft moans escaped my lips.
“Not fair,” Luke grumbled.
“What’s not fair?” I gasped.
“You playing with your pussy without letting me watch.” He opened his eyes. “I want to watch.” He
