Jennie

She tasted like sin. Exactly how I'd predicted and yet somehow more. Everything was more. She didn't kiss me back like a gentleman. No, Lisa Manoban slammed my back into the front door. A beast off her leash.

I could stop her. I knew it. One tiny word, and she would walk away. She'd wait for me until I was ready. Until my requirements were met. Until I'd bled the passion out of it with those requirements.

"If you're going to send me home, it has to be now," she growled against my mouth as she ravaged it. "Tell me, Jennie. Tell me to go."

I shook my head, sliding my hands under her jacket and digging my nails into her back. "Don't go. Make me come, Lisa."

The beast roared. Or maybe it was just the blood in my head. She was done being proper. Shoving one hand in the top of my dress, her other hand dove into the slit of my skirt. She found my breast and slick folds at the same time.

I gave a ladylike gasp, a noise I was sure I'd never made before, as her tongue thrust into my mouth at the same time one thick finger slid into me. Her knee parted my legs until I straddled her thigh.

"Fuck," she breathed. "Fuck."

"My sentiments," I agreed, licking at her tongue as she invaded me everywhere. Hot fingers closed around my nipple and tugged. Hard.

Speaking of hard, the erection rooting against my abdomen was a miracle of nature. I'd been keeping close track of Lisa's dick all night. And by my calculations, she had been hard for close to two hours now.

The scientist in me couldn't wait to study the specimen up close. The woman in me was desperate for the pleasure I knew she'd provide.

"Jennie, if you don't open this door, I'm going to fuck you against it, and I've had this fantasy about you spread out on those lovely sheets of yours." She added a second finger to my channel, working its way in with insistence.

"Door. Got it," I said. Blindly, I punched in the security code with one hand while gripping her spectacular shaft with the other. "I'm on birth control, by the way. And my blood tests are clean."

I could feel the pulse in her erection.

"God." She thrust hungrily against my hand. "I'm clean. I can prove it. Download test results. Text them."

"I trust you." I wondered if she understood what I was telling her, the permission I was giving her. But then the door I was still pinned to was opening, and we both stumbled inside. She kicked it closed with a resounding thud.

"Thank God," she breathed, still fucking me with her fingers.

There was a raw finesse there in the way she crooked them inside me, thrusting rhythmically. She was still in control, though just barely. I went for her belt and zipper, and as I did so, my dress gave up the fight, slipping just past my nipples.

The noise was primal as it rose from her throat. "If I start sucking on you now, I won't be able to stop." She brushed her thumb over one peak, and it pebbled like an instantaneous chemical reaction, a combustion.

No one had ever spoken to me like that. No one had ever been this raw with me. My body was clearly embracing it.

The house was dark, the only light coming from the moon reflecting off the water outside. I felt something hard at my back. The foyer table. A lovely marble top pedestal with cool lilies, no showy ranunculus this week.

"Turn around," she said, pulling her fingers out of me and shoving me around. She bent me over the marble, shockingly cold against my breasts.

"What are you—"

But my question was lost as Lisa shoved the skirt of my gown up around my waist. I felt her sink down, and then her broad tongue was lapping at my slit from behind.

"Gah!" My hands scrambled against the cool marble. She skimmed her palms up the backs of my thighs, over my ass cheeks, parting them ever so slightly. And then her tongue was spearing into me.

I was exposed. Vulnerable. Completely at her mercy. And so turned on I wasn't sure I'd survive this encounter.

"Lisa!"

"Do you like this, love?" she asked between impatient laps.

"God, yes. Take your cock out. I want you stroking yourself," I ordered.

She bit my ass cheek approvingly. "Oh, Jennie. What a surprise you are."

"Are you touching yourself?" I demanded.

I heard the tightness in her voice. "Yes." Then her tongue was nudging the folds between my legs again. I could hear the whisper-soft sound of flesh stroking flesh. I could picture her on her knees behind me. Pleasuring me. Pleasuring herself.

This wasn't real. This was a depraved fantasy that I'd somehow wanted my entire life.

She didn't want me because of my last name. Because of my company or my bank account. Lisa Manoban wanted to conquer my body.

She grunted softly behind me, and my muscles rippled around the tip of her tongue.

"Come, darling," she said, reading my body like a treasure map. She released her cock and used her hands to spread me wider, affording her a deeper angle.

I couldn't come like this. It was a physical impossibility. And then the orgasm exploded out of nowhere, fluttering around that very talented tongue as it danced and dipped, tasting me.

I slapped my hand against the marble as it rippled through me. It wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed her.

"Lisa, please," I begged.

"You want my cock, love?" she whispered between deft licks.

"Yes," I hissed.

She eased back from me, the echo of the orgasm still drumming through my system. I straightened from the table and tore at my shoes. she rose, watching me with those chocolate eyes. Her fingers worked her tie free, and she shrugged out of her jacket, tossing it carelessly on the foyer floor. That magnificent cock hung heavily from her open zipper.

I backed away from her, my breasts still exposed, my dress still mostly on.

I saw the spark in her eyes. The desire to chase. And oh, God. I wanted to be chased.

"Where do you think you're going, Jennie? I'm just getting started."

The ache between my legs ratcheted up to pain.

I turned and ran, bare feet slapping as I dashed toward the bedroom. She caught me. Of course she caught me, those long legs eating up the distance between us. Her arms banded around me from behind, and I reveled at the feel of her cock at my back. Brutally hard.

Caged within her arms, Lisa marched me to the mirror in my bedroom. I wanted to be horrified by my reflection. Disheveled and glassy-eyed. My lips were swollen, lipstick smeared. As I watched, she unzipped my dress. Our eyes caught and held in the mirror. The sound of our breathing and the zipper as she dragged it down was the only noise.

"Watch," she ordered, placing my palms on the cool glass. She slipped the dress down past my waist, hips, thighs, until it pooled uselessly at my feet. Slowly, decadently, Lisa reversed the path with her broad hands. Starting at my ankles, they skated up my calves, thighs, over the curves of my ass and waist and higher until they cupped my breasts.

She leaned over my shoulder, teeth flashing. I gasped at the nip.

"I'm going to devour you, Jennie."

I didn't doubt her for a minute.

While I watched. While my nails scraped at the smooth surface of the mirror, she tugged on both my nipples. Back and forth. Faster. Harder. I pressed my hips back against her, and she grunted in my ear.

"Who's in charge here, love?" she asked.

"Let's fight for it." I pulled one hand off the mirror and reached around behind me to grip her shaft. Moisture leaked from the tip, dampening my back. Lisa closed her eyes in the mirror as I worked my hand down to the root.

"Dammit, woman," she hissed, bringing a hand up to cup my jaw from behind. We made an erotic tableau together in the mirror. I needed her inside me. Needed her pounding into me, racing me to an orgasm.

I released her cock and gripped my breast with my bare hand.

"Fuck," she snarled. She whirled me around, her grip bruising. I decided to worry about how much I liked it later. Her shirt was open but still on. I shoved it off her shoulders as she backed me toward the bed.

"Pants, Manoban."

She maintained a grip on my arm and used her free hand to shove her pants down. Her underwear, bold red briefs, were rolled down under the proud jut of her erection. The mattress caught the back of my legs, and Lisa was falling with me, covering me.

"I want you in my mouth," I whispered.

"Not this time, Jennie." She dipped down and latched on to one nipple.

I curled my fingers into the sheets, white-knuckling my grip on the world.

She sucked harder, my hips bowing up off the mattress. I needed to feel her against me. I wanted to guide the blunt crown of her cock through my slit. I wanted so much I was afraid one human being couldn't satisfy the magnitude of need.

"Hold still, love." Her voice was rough and low.

I flexed at the brush of her cock as she lined it up against me. The tip, that glorious blunt tip kissed my core. My breath was coming in pants, and Lisa had me skewered with an intense, fiery gaze. It was too late. I knew this wasn't going to be some quick screw to blow off steam or just to get off.

This was something else entirely. Something I wasn't prepared for.

She fed her cock into me inch by luxurious inch. Big. Too big, I realized. But there was something else besides the wicked burn as I struggled to accommodate her. Something so darkly satisfying about feeling every ridge and vein of this thick shaft.

Exquisitely full.

She groaned. Agony. Ecstasy. Both were delicately intertwined in the moment that Lisa Manoban hit bottom inside me.

We trembled while she held there, my knees pinned wide open as her hips settled between my legs.

She was bare. There'd been no condom. And I wanted to regret it. I'd been conditioned to regret it. But this feeling. This sleek, wet slide as she slowly dragged herself out of my body was too good to regret.

"It's so good it hurts," I whispered.

"Exactly," she answered, pressing her lips to my throat. "Exactly right."

Slowly, she slid back in, this time lifting my hips and adjusting. I hadn't taken her all before. But this time I did. The pain and inexplicable pleasure married in an experience I knew I'd never forget.

"I can't tell you how good you feel, Jennie."

I dug my nails into her bare back, raking her skin. I urged her with my hips, encouraging her to go a little faster. Take me a little farther. Hurt me a little more.

"Show me," I urged her.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to kiss me, and then we were rolling. Shallow thrusts as we moved from back to side to back. I came out on top, and the sensation of sliding down her cock, of filling myself with her, made my eyes roll back in my head.

It was too much.

Lisa reared up and wrapped her arms around me.

She closed her mouth on my breast, and I began to ride. Sweat glistened on our skin. Whispered words and hot breath. Hard mouths. Thirsty tongues met and tangled. I needed this. I needed her. She held my hips, helping me set a new pace, her cock piercing me every time I lowered onto it.

"So fucking good," she groaned.

I dug my fingers into her shoulders and held on for dear life. We were intertwined, connected, united. The feel of her bare cock stretching my inner walls was too much.

"Lisa. I'm coming," I warned her.

"Give it over, love. Give it to me."

She whispered dark, dirty promises and prayers in my ear as I rocked my hips into her. I whimpered when she pushed a little deeper, and that was it. That was enough. It exploded inside me.

Her guttural grunt made me come harder. And then she was tensing, flexing into me, until she came. My orgasm forced her, taking it hostage. She quaked under me, and I felt the hot slickness of semen as she came inside me. Moaning softer even as her hands gripped my hips harder.

Never. I'd never allowed that to happen in my entire sexual career. I was so glad it was her. That we were sharing this moment of rawness. That we were as close as two people could physically be.

The tremors slowed and gentled, and we were left spent, still connected.