Falling For My Enemy Page 7

  Fuck. What now? I wanted to plow her, but was I going to do it without birth control? Oh shit.

  Fortunately, there are other ways to do the dirty safely. You don’t get to be my age, with my experience, without knowing a couple tricks.

  My blue eyes seized hers.

  “How about pulling out then? You okay with that sweetheart? There are ways to have fun without birth control,” was my low growl.

  She bit her lip.

  “We can’t use condoms?” came her small voice.

  “No,” was my slow reply, never dropping eye contact. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Condoms just don’t do it for me. The latex? The plastic? That shit always stinks to high heaven. Plus, I need to feel sweet, hot pussy wrapped tight around my dick with nothing in between. It’s the only way this is going to work.”

  The girl took a deep breath before looking straight at me.

  “Then okay. I’m okay with it if you are. But you promised, Mr. Evans. Pull out before it gets messy because even a drop can get me pregnant,” she said seriously, that beautiful face so sweet.

  Aw, yeah. This was the girl for me. Someone dirty yet open-minded, who liked her cocks bareback. We were good to go. My dick twitched as I trailed her shoulder lightly with my finger. The girl’s eyes widened, breathing hard although she didn’t move.

  “Take off your uniform, sweetheart. Let me see those plump curves,” came my growl.

  Without any hesitation, the brunette obeyed. Her body quivered as she pulled away and stood, reaching in back to unzip that navy blue dress. Slowly, the fabric loosened, the neckline bowing as it fell away from her chest.

  Oh fuck. This was killing me already. She was so beautiful, and every cell in my body went hard. But Morgan was nowhere near done. She slipped the sleeves off, pulling them down her arms, and finally those tits were revealed.

  Well, almost. Her blue bra had bright sparkles, kind of like a gymnast’s outfit. Really? Weren’t fifteen year olds into glitter? More proof that my girl was young and naive. I grinned, wondering if her little panties matched, and unaware of my thoughts, Morgan shimmied the fabric down her hips, although there was a sticking point when the material hit her butt. Oh yeah, that giant ass was being recalcitrant, forcing the girl to wiggle more. But finally, the material acceded, dropping to her feet.

  She stood trembling before me like a started deer. That pale, porcelain skin was creamy and smooth, her eyes wide and just a little dazed. But we weren’t done yet. Not even close because with slow hands, the beautiful brunette reached in back and began unhooking her bra.

  “Am… am I doing okay?” she whispered.

  My cock strained against the fabric of my pants painfully. I leaned back into the chair and shifted my pole with one hand. Fuck, that was a little better, but not a lot.

  “You’re doing wonderful,” was my drawl. “Keep going, pretty baby.”

  She nodded, eyes cast down. Finally the clasp released, almost bursting from the strain. Morgan lifted the cups away and dropped the bra into the chair, her big white melons swinging smoothly.

  Now this is the kind of trophy worth having because her breasts were gorgeous, perfect teardrops, full and lush. Despite their weight, they didn’t sag at all. They were bouncy and ripe, heavy and begging to be tasted.

  Those tits were mine, and she knew too because those rosy nipples hardened as I watched, pointing straight at me.

  I had to respond.

  The male animal inside was clawing to get out.

  Slowly, I popped the button on my pants, allowing my straining dick more room. Slowly, slowly. My hand rested on my thigh, unmoving.

  “Go on, sweetheart,” was my throaty rasp. “Show me everything.”

  Slowly, the girl obeyed, hands shaking as she gripped the waistband of her blue panties. Oh shit, these had sparkles too. Frankly, it was a turn on and I watched with avid eyes as the fabric inched downwards, making my mind go crazy. Aw shit, I was going to pop. I was going to cream right here, without even touching her.

  But finally, the fabric was off. And at long last, I saw the sweet girl’s most private spot. Creamy white skin, plush lips, and a huge clit glistening in the light.

  Because fuck, she was aroused. My little virgin was pulsing and ready, her labia already wet. That’s right, the sweet girl was dripping, she wanted cock so bad. Oh shit. I had a virgin on my hands, sure, but she was hungry. Creaming and craving hard dick, just like a good little slut.

  But then Morgan nearly tripped. From what, I had no idea. Maybe it was the four inch stilettos, or maybe it was from being near me.

  “I’m sorry,” the girl mumbled. Her face was red, curves swinging this way and that.

  “No worries, sweet thing. Come here,” I gestured. “Sit in my lap.”

  And with a smooth gesture, I pulled that curvy frame onto my arousal. Yes, my dick was still covered in fabric. But she felt it all the same.

  “What?” she gasped, eyes wide, turning to stare at me.

  I bumped my hips up and down a bit for good measure, grinding against that heated cunt.

  “That’s right,” was my raspy reply. “You’re taking this into your pretty pussy soon. Can you handle it, sweetheart? You think you can stretch?”

  Morgan literally had no reply, still staring into my eyes. But I felt her body respond. Because her temperature went up a million degrees, flushing hotly in my arms.

  And oh shit, but that pussy gushed. That’s right, her sweet little vag pulsed once and then seeped fluid, drenching my cock through the material of my trousers.

  Oh fuck. We were a match made in heaven, and before she could get scared, I scooped her up into my arms, striding into the back. Time to make use of the private bedroom. Without further ado, I tossed Morgan onto the bed, eliciting a delicious shriek. Her curves bounced to and fro, that huge ass jiggling.

  But before the brunette could right herself, I reached into a drawer and snapped cuffs onto her wrists because yeah, I like things a certain way, especially when it comes to virgins. As a result, I always have a pair with me. Think of it like your phone, or your keys and wallet.

  Necessary. Indispensable. Especially when you have a lesson to teach.

  “Mr. Evans?” she mewled, looking down in disbelief at her wrists. “What’s this? I don’t get it.”

  I growled, eyes blazing all over that creamy, nude form.

  “What do you think it is?”

  She gasped, still staring at the cuffs.

  “They’re handcuffs,” she stammered. “But why are we using them? I’m here. We’re on a plane. I can’t get away,” she murmured, turning imploring eyes my way.

  “That’s right,” was my smooth reply. “You can’t get away because we’re soaring five miles in the sky. But I like things a little … ah, how do you say it? A little rough?”

  She gasped.

  “This wasn’t part of the deal,” was her quick retort. “You didn’t tell me this.”

  “I didn’t,” was my agreeable reply. By now, my shirt had slipped off, revealing a bronzed, muscled chest. And slowly, I slid my pants off as well, cock springing to attention.

  The girl gasped, eyes going wide because my monster is huge. Ten inches at least, pulsing with power and already dripping from the tip.

  Don’t freak out, pretty baby. You’re young, you’ll stretch.

  Don’t be scared. It’ll work, I promise.

  But my little girl is better than that. Because she shifted a little on the bed, and that’s when I saw it. Right under her cunt was a wet spot on the bedspread, and not a tiny wet spot. It was a giant, warm wet spot, growing larger as I watched. Yeah, my little girl’s spilling hot cream from that pussy, dying for it.

  I chuckled low in my chest.

  “Oh sweetheart. You’re perfect for me. You want cock, bad, don’t you? And my cock is the one that’s going to make you scream.”

  The brunette nodded, still staring.

  “But how?” she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away.
“You’re so big, and I’m small down there,” she confessed. “I can’t even get a tampon in sometimes.”

  My grin was wolfish.

  “Sweetheart, that’s why we need the cuffs. Because I’m going to tie you up like this,” I said, lifting her hands over her head, so close that my cock practically brushed her face. “And fasten you to the bedpost like so. And this way, you can’t get away as your pussy takes the stretch.”

  Now, Morgan was spread out on the bed, arms over her head, chained to the big mattress. That’s right. The virgin was spread eagle, helpless and bound, ready to be sample her first dick. A prince would ravish her. He’d make her moan sweetly, accepting his hard length inside. But I’m not a prince. I’m a fucking animal, and Morgan wasn’t going to moan. She was going to scream. Oh yeah, my pretty baby was getting dicked deep tonight, and there was no way to fight her destiny.

  In a moment, I was on her. No warning, no nothing. My massive form was draped all over her smaller one, pinning her to the bedspread.

  “Mr. Evans,” she gasped, eyes wide, staring into mine. “Mr. Evans!”

  Reaching down, I grabbed my hard rod. Aw fuck. Her cunt was so close, the heat radiating like a furnace. Slowly, I dragged the tip through her pussy lips, getting myself good and wet.

  Morgan moaned then, throwing her head back.

  “Does that feel good, pretty baby?” I rasped. “Do you like it?”

  “Unnh,” she moaned again, eyes closed. “Oh god.”

  “Here,” I growled. “This’ll feel even better.”

  Slowly, I rubbed the bottom of her clit with my dick tip before stirring in circles around that hard nub. Fuck, she was so aroused!

  Her pussy dripped more, the folds steaming. The brunette parted her thighs imperceptibly, pulling those petals apart to reveal the pink within.

  Because shit, my girl is beautiful. That’s right, she’s got creamy white lips on the outside, but when you spread that goodness, it’s succulent and rosy red like a glistening grapefruit.

  “Oh,” Morgan cried out again. “Oh oh oh!”

  With that, I did it. Enough foreplay is enough. Clearly, the little slut was turned on as hell, big boobies rising and falling heavily, spreading her legs to give me better access. And in one fell swoop, it happened. Yeah, I eased ten inches into that tight pussy in one go.

  There was a barrier inside, for sure. But did I let it stop me?

  No.

  Morgan’s eyes opened wide for a moment, her body jerking as I pushed through the resistance. But then that pussy began to convulse because that’s how slutty my baby is. At the first taste of dick, she was already starting to come. My cock in her sweetest space did it, and her twat began clamping and clasping, shaking with spasms.

  “Unnh!” was her helpless cry, pussy crammed tight with my meatstick. “Oh god!”

  Like a fiend, I began pounding her cunt hard and fast. Oh yeah, as Morgan exploded around me, I ran my hard pole in and out like a pile driver, trashing that sweet space.

  “Fuck,” was my grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  My balls rose, chest and abs going tight as my thighs clenched. And fuck, but it happened then. That’s right, after two minutes in bed, I was exploding into that hot pussy.

  Shit, shit, shit. This hasn’t happened since I was fifteen with my first woman. It’d been embarrassing then, spraying my ejaculate prematurely. But Morgan was so good, and her pussy felt so tight. Involuntarily, my balls lifted and unloaded, hot spray after hot spray of juicy, virile semen blasting into her fertile body. The girl came alive then.

  “Mr. Evans!” she shrieked desperately. “Pull out, pull out!”

  But I was too far gone because this was the real reason for the handcuffs. Of course I like tying girls up and using their bodies, but the toys are also useful because I had no intention of pulling out.

  Not when the girl was so fertile and sweet.

  Not with her cunt creaming around my shaft like this as she mewled with pleasure, getting a pussy full of semen.

  “I can’t stop, baby,” was my harsh rasp, hips still pumping away. “Take my cum.”

  She nodded in acceptance, and then with a moan, her head fell back because shit, the sex had been too good. My girl literally passed out for a moment, dying the little death. I was astonished. Who knew? Who knew that Morgan would be so sexy and slutty, diving into subspace while tasting dick for the first time?

  I pumped a couple more times, spraying that sweet female flesh with virile jism, pleased as fuck because this girl is perfect for me in every which way, accommodating my every whim.

  Sure, we’d just met but you know what? That’s okay. We’ll work it out because Morgan, sweetheart … you’re mine.

  7

  Morgan

  Oh god. My skin prickled as the hot water beat on my shoulders because I just lost my virginity to a man I barely know, and yet it was amazing. Exhilarating. Absolutely thrilling.

  I was in the plane’s small shower, rinsing my hair while the water sluiced all over my body. Ooh. A tremble ran down my spine at the memories because Mr. Evans touched me there. And there. And there. The man just didn’t know how to stop. After that first time, I lost consciousness. It’s crazy, for sure. How in the world does that even happen?

  But it definitely happened because my vision blacked out, and when I came to, the cuffs were gone. Mr. Evans loomed over me, his massive form filling my vision.

  “You’re okay, sweetheart,” he rasped, stroking my cheek. There was a strange light in those blue eyes, something that called to my innermost soul. “You ready to go again?”

  I gasped because is this what happens to virgins? I’d always imagined losing my innocence to a man on my wedding night. Or at least, to a man that I was deeply in love with and had been dating for a long time.

  But now, the opposite has happened. A man chained me to his bed, tying my body up tight. And then that thick cock had plunged into me, making me gasp and moan with ecstasy, my folds pulsing around his huge rod.

  Oh god. This doesn’t happen in romance novels. Princesses don’t do this with their princes, do they? Because I’d come so hard, welcoming the invasion into my sweetest space. And after it was all over, Mr. Evans was … gentle. Sure, he took me again and again and again, so much so that my pussy ached now. But there was meaning to it. He was careful the second, third and fourth times. There were no more cuffs, and no more steel chains.

  Just hard cock, all the way, and I loved it.

  My body shuddered as I unwrapped one of the little travel soaps and began lathering up. Oooh, tenderness ruled my form because Stone’s penetration had touched sweet spots deep inside that I didn’t even know existed.

  But it was damn good as well. I bent over and started washing down there, careful with the sensitive flesh. It’d been obscene, looking down as he moved inside me. My labia stretched so wide around cock, tight and straining. His massive shaft emerging from between my lips, coated with glistening juices. My glistening juices.

  Growing hot, my cheeks flushed because I’d let go like a flood. The cream had been unstoppable, and soon Mr. Evans’ cock had been coated in female goo.

  Oh god. My hand moved slower, cleaning my inner thighs. But then something unexpected happened because a giant glob of semen slid out of my sex, slipping down my thigh before swirling down the shower drain.

  What the?

  Hot embarrassment flooded me, and then panic.

  I froze.

  Wait, wait!

  Realization flooded my mind.

  Because I’m not on the pill. I’m not on any type of birth control, period, and we didn’t use anything. Mr. Evans promised to pull out, but everything had happened so fast.

  Oh god.

  Eyes wide, I stared as the last remnants of goopy white swirled down the drain, heart hammering in my chest.

  This was wrong. I should be outraged, afraid, and horrified, all rolled into one, but it’d been so good, and it felt right to have his sperm in my
body. Thrilling. Exciting, even. I bit my lip, remembering that moment when Mr. Evans spurted inside me. It had felt like a firehouse unleashing itself within my body, pumping the tiny space full.

  My clit trembled, pussy lips growing moist once more. Mr. Evans had been irresistible. Powerful. Dominating. Is this how sex always feels? Touching the very essence of your soul?

  My hand swept over my pussy, and a jolt of pleasure rocketed through the sensitive spot. Oh god! I leaned against the shower wall as the water continued to beat down in hot bolts. Slowly, a finger slid into my pink cavern, exploring inside.

  Oh god.

  This was wrong.

  I never touch myself like this.

  But Mr. Evans has brought out the bad girl within because I stirred the digit a little then, his spunk coating the questing finger. God, there was so much. And without thinking, I inserted a second finger, stretching my core. Oooh, yeah. A shiver ran through my form, little fingers pumping in and out slowly. Yes, Mr. Evans, take me, take me. I leaned back more and sighed, tilting my head up in ecstasy while raising a knee to get in deeper.

  Because Mr. Evans is my everything. That giant cock. The way he took me ruthlessly. And listening to the siren song, I slipped a third finger in, this time stretching my pussy to the max. Suddenly, my core burst. Yes, right there in the tiny stall, I had my fifth massive orgasm within two hours.

  It was crazy, but my body didn’t care. Ripples shot through my arms and legs, as my knees collapsed on the hard tile. Spasms wracked my cunt, fingers aching and stiff as the warm, wet walls came down hard like a clamp.

  “Oh, Stone!” was my helpless mewl. “Oh god, Stone!”

  Suddenly, a little sensor went off on the ceiling above me. A blue light blinked while a chime sounded.

  Oh shit - the plane was landing, and I needed to get out of here stat. Limbs still shaking, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed one of the towels, pulling on my uniform in a hurry. Oh god, my hair was a dripping mess, the dress sticking to my curves damply.

  Where was Mr. Evans? The bedroom was empty, so hurriedly, I stepped into my stilettos and wobbled outside. There he was, seated in one of the big white chairs, not a hair out of place.