Blind Date

He was relentless. He pinned her legs back practically to her ears, driving into her with a force that didn’t seem possible. His fingers rubbed her clit, just the way she loved, using the hood to tease the little bud underneath. She felt her climax swelling like something about to burst. He seemed to know it, too, because he gave her even more, grinding his pelvis into hers, forcing her pussy to its edge and beyond. She came all over his cock in great, shuddering waves that made her clench around him in sweet desperation.

But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. He spread her out onto her belly, his cock shoving so far up inside of her that she thought she could taste it. She just let him take her, going along for the ride. The weight of him was crushing the breath out of her, leaving her panting and clawing at the mattress.

He quickly sent her out into orbit again, and she couldn’t remember how to get back. Eric bit at her neck and shoulder as she came again, his cock impaling her, and still, he didn’t stop. She tried to crawl away, almost frightened by the intensity of his lust, but his tongue changed her mind. He rolled her onto her back and licked her. She was a dripping mess and he licked her clean, moving around so he could shove his hard cock down her throat.

She could barely stand that position. He used her throat like another pussy, just driving into her. Annie gasped and pushed against his hips. Just when she thought she couldn’t do it anymore, his tongue and fingers working between her legs inched her up another notch, to a place where she could ride with it again, lost in the sensation. It was as if he knew every threshold and pushed her eagerly just to that edge.

Annie’s fingers were pressing between her legs, and she moaned softly.

The wet throb of her clit moved closer toward physical release.

There was no warning, no build-up. One minute he was licking her, and she was struggling to handle the length of his cock down her throat, and the next minute, he had his hand in her hair and he was turning her over onto her hands and knees and shoving into her from behind. There were no words between them, just sounds, like animals grunting and gasping.

Annie whimpered, twisting in her chair. Her head lolled back as her fingers pressed the wet crotch of her panties.

She didn’t think her pussy could take any more of his cock, but when he turned her around and pressed into her flesh, it was like sinking a post on a muddy day-she had no resistance left. He could have done anything to her. She was his. She had always been his.

There were no words between them, just sounds. She sucked and licked and bit at the buttons on the mattress. She didn’t know what had happened to the sheet. They rocked together, hard, and she grabbed onto the edges to keep from falling over, pushing back into him like she was riding some incredible force pressing deep within. Her pussy felt stretched to its limit.

He grabbed her hips and squeezed, driving his cock so far into her that she was thrown forward, half off the mattress, hissing and clawing at the shock of the tile floor underneath. He was filling her, coming hard, his growl rumbling through her body. She was so tight around him-or he was so huge inside of her-that she could actually feel the pulse of his shaft, waves of him spurting upward along the underside of his cock.

Annie gasped and shuddered, her body jerking alive in the wake of her orgasm. Consciousness came slowly as she blinked and stared up at the ceiling, shaking her head as if to clear it. She swore she could feel him, still hard, sliding out of her pussy. Eric?! Don’t leave me! It made her want to cry. She didn’t want him to go. But he was gone. The air around her was still, and the light in her eyes was blinding. You promised. Why didn’t you keep your word? That’s when she realized she was really awake. Her watch was beeping, chiming the time for her next client. She started, still disoriented and groggy. She slipped her shoes back on and rushed to open her door. No one had shown up yet.

She stumbled back to her chair, straightening her skirt, smoothing her hair. Eric. Where are you? God, I need you. She had never thought that about any man, but there it was. She could feel it like the ache between her legs.

The message light on her phone was blinking. I didn’t hear it ring? With a frown, she picked up the receiver and pushed the play button.

“Hello, Annie, this is Dita, Eric’s mother, returning your call. I’m swamped today. Why don’t you meet me at The Demi-Cafe on West Fourth Street tomorrow morning at seven? See you then!”

Annie stared at the phone receiver with her jaw dropped. She had just decided to call back to clarify her need for only a number when the phone rang. It was the client who was supposed to be in her office now, calling to cancel. She

spoke briefly, rearranging her schedule to fit him in later in the week, but her mind couldn’t seem to focus on anything except the message from Eric’s mother.