Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Hannah
I drink in the warmth of Armando's hands on my cheeks as his lips lightly graze against mine. His fingers tangle in my hair, and the smell of his cologne fills my senses. His lips are so soft, and he kisses me with a passionate fierceness that leaves me breathless.
The intensity of the kiss is building, the electricity sparking between us. We finally break apart, and I see the fire in his eyes. He looks at me with an intensity that makes my heart flutter. I could get lost in those eyes forever.
He takes my hand in his, and we make our way up the stairs to my apartment. My heart races as we enter through the front door.
“How can I thank you for everything you've done for me?” I ask between our kissing.
He breaks away with a smirk and devilish glimmer in his eyes. “Oh I can think of many ways.”
Lust surges. I’m in a frenzy to unbutton his shirt and push down his pants. I need to feel his skin against me. I want to feel his mouth on mine. I can't wait another second. I need him inside me, now.
Our lips meet in an embrace of pure passion. Our tongues lock and stroke one another. His erection presses against my thigh. I have to have it inside me. I have to have him. I drop to my knees ready to please this man in whichever way he chooses.
He listens. He cares. He doesn’t mind my overblown emotions.
And for that, he should be rewarded.
I pull down his pants the rest of the way, and his erection springs out, hard and thick, begging for my attention. My own body is filled with a deep need to please him, a craving that can only be satisfied by his pleasure.
I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him as I work him deeper and harder.
His groans fill the room, spurring me on to take him to new heights of pleasure.
He lets out a deep moan and burrows his fingers into my hair, gently guiding me.
I use my hand to stroke what I can't take into my mouth, and I feel him lengthening and thickening in response.
A familiar wetness forms between my legs as I continue to work him. I feel him drawing near, and I move my tongue harder, deeper onto him. I can feel his pleasure mounting, can feel his muscles tightening. I want to take him to the edge, want to make him feel the way he makes me feel.
As my hand and mouth work together to bring him to the edge, he strokes my cheek, looking me in the eyes.
The lust and desire in them is almost overwhelming.
Pushing his pants further down his legs, I take all of him into my mouth and down my throat.
I gag around the thickness, and I love the thrill from struggling to breathe.
The sensual sacrifice has me doing it again, deeper this time.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs between a moan. “Deep throat me, Flowers. Just like that.”
Armando's praise spurs me to do it again and again. Each time my gagging reflex tightens around his thick cock. I continue to work him. I can feel him drawing near, and I move my tongue harder, deeper onto him.
He lets out a deep moan and tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my mouth deeper onto him. He is so close, so close that I can taste the precum. His breath catches, then he lets out a deep, rumbling moan as he comes down my throat. I swallow him down then lick him clean.
He lifts me to my feet, hands running along the curves of my body, shedding me of my clothes.
Once I’m nude, he cups my breasts. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he gently teases it, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
With hands exploring my body, feeling the curves of my waist, my hips and the wetness between my legs.
I don’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness when I’m with him.
He clearly is turned on by every curve, every swell, and every inch of my body.
He drops to his knees and pulls me towards him. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he commands.
I oblige, and he spreads my legs and buries his face in my wetness. I throw my head back and moan as he works his tongue inside me, stroking my inner walls.
“I'm going to fuck you tonight where you've never been fucked,” he warns then delves his tongue deep inside me.
I moan in response, unable to form words.
Armando continues to pleasure me with his tongue, rubbing my clit with his thumb. He pushes his tongue inside me, and the world melts away. His tongue is unrelenting, pleasure raking through me.
He spreads my legs wider, and the heat of his mouth zeroes in on my clit. He licks and teases, igniting a burn deep in my core. The feeling builds and builds, and I find myself grinding my hips into his face.
“I want you,” I gasp.
He pays no attention, keeps licking, sucking and stroking me. I grab his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel the intensity just a little bit longer. I feel the spiral, the chain of pleasure, and I'm almost there. I'm so close I can't take it anymore.
Armando stops and looks up at me with those deep dark eyes. “I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Would you like that, Flowers?”
I nod quietly, not trusting my voice.
“Good girl.”
Armando gives me a reassuring smile and guides me to the middle of the bed and lies down next to me. He leans in close and whispers in my ear, “I'm going to make you come. I'm going to make you feel so good. But you're going to have to relax. You're going to have to let me in.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“A little. But you are going to love every biting bit of it.”
His lips drag across my neck, nibbling on my ear. He slides one hand down my body. I arch my back, and push my breast into his hand. He squeezes it, working my nipple between his fingers.
I feel the hardness of him against my hip, and I am overwhelmed with the desire to have him inside me—inside my ass.
He grabs me by the ankles and pulls me towards him. Spreading my legs and positioning his body between them, he places his cock at my tight back entrance.
“It's going to stretch, baby. Are you ready?”
“I'm ready,” I say, taking a deep breath.
He teases my ass with the head of his penis, working it only on the outside, as if warning me of what's to come. I let out a deep breath and relax, knowing that the more I let go of any tension, the more I am going to enjoy this.
Just as he pushes the tip of himself into me, I feel the tightness and stretching. It's not bad. It actually feels good.
He begins to push into me, working his way in.
“Breathe and relax, Flowers,” he whispers, as I feel him push past the tightness.
“Ow,” I gasp. “It hurts.”
“You're doing so good, baby. Just a little more.”
Panic sets in. He may be too big for me to take this.
“Oh, it hurts,” I plead.
“Just breathe, baby. Don’t tense. Relax and take me.”
It feels like a shock of electricity rushing through me, my body stiffens, and a shiver runs through me.
As he works himself deeper, I begin to relax. I find myself sliding into a sort of trance, feeling him slide deeper and deeper into me. He is all consuming, his flesh warming me, his cock filling a part of me that's never been touched this way before.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Keep going,” I whisper.
Armando groans and slides deeper. He is so deep and so thick that I can't breathe. He holds himself there, deep inside me, and I feel the pleasure, the tightness begins to build inside me. It keeps growing, so full, so hot.
“You're so fucking tight,” Armando moans as he pushes my legs together and strokes deeper. I feel the blood rush inside me, his length filling me.
It hurts again as he thrusts deeper. But like Armando warned—the pain feels so fucking good.
Armando begins to grind into me, sweat drops from his body onto mine. The heat of his passion melts me, our flesh on fire for one another.
He thrusts in and out of me like a man possessed.
His hands stroke my breasts. His lips are on my neck, kissing and sucking.
He pulls out and works the head of his cock in circles around my tight hole.
The pleasure is almost too much to bear.
He guides his cock back into me, and a twinge of pain erupts in my ass.
My body trembles as he thrusts into me again.
Suddenly, the pleasure returns, and the pain is replaced.
He pulls back and pushes in again, each time with a little more force, a little more depth.
He hits my walls, over and over again—harder, faster.
I take him from every angle, the pleasure of his cock moving inside me pushes me to the brink of an orgasm.
I tighten up, squeezing him. He pulls out, my ass tightening around him.
He thrusts back in, and I scream in pleasure.
My body erupts in fire. Each thrust is like a shockwave of carnal sensations.
He buries himself into me, as far as he can go, as deep as he can go.
“I'm close,” I moan.
Armando holds his hand against my mouth, “I want to hear you. I want to hear you come for me. I want to hear you make that sweet little moaning sound.”
My whole body is trembling. I push myself into him, filling myself completely with his cock. My hand reaches down, and I grab my clit, stroking it with my fingers.
“I love the way your ass feels on my cock, baby,” he moans in my ear.
Armando grabs my hips, holding me onto him.
My body explodes in a mixture of orgasmic pleasure and a sharp, stinging pain. He continues to thrust in and out of me as the waves of pleasure crash over me.
I feel him explode inside of me, filling me. Each thrust pushes another wave of electricity inside of me. He thrusts once more, holding himself deep inside. He pulses and fills me, forcing me to come with him again.
Armando quickly turns me onto my side, spooning me from behind. He wraps his strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer. He kisses my shoulder and wraps his leg around mine.
“That was incredible,” I say, my voice breathless.
Armando kisses my shoulder. “Are you all right?”
I nod. “I am.”
“Good,” he says, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Because I'm not done with you yet.”