Trace

6 - What we both want

Trace

“Kiss me,” Fallon whispers against my mouth.

I grab the back of her head and kiss her as I’ve never kissed anyone in my life. God, she tastes good.

Fallon bites my lower lip, growls deeply, and then shoves her tongue in my mouth. Straddling my waist, she grinds her puss.y against my erectio.n, which is as hard as a fuckin.g hammer right now. Her hands slide into my hair, holding me as close to her tight little body as she can get me.

Jesus, fuc.k! My dic.k is so fuckin.g hard I’m going to have zipper marks!

I can’t stop thinking about what Jim, the bartender, told me. I pull away from Fallon so I can look at her. “Have you ever done this before?”

She lifts, looking at me with an amused smirk on her face. “Are you serious? Of course, I have.” She nips at my lips for a second. There’s something about this girl that I can’t quite put my finger on, and I’ve honestly never wanted to fuc.k a woman so much. “Hate to burst your bubble, Trace, but I’m not an innocent little virgin girl. I’m not a whor.e either. Just so we’re clear.”

“Thank God,” Virgins aren’t my thing; too messy and too clingy afterward.

“Fuc.k me, Trace.”

Goddamn!

Many women have said those words to me; none have said it the way Fallon just did. Moreover, none have had my dic.k this fuckin.g hard before sucking it.

Did they even then?

Fallon’s t-shirt is soon over her head, thrown to the floor, her bra following, her nippl.e in my mouth as I tease the little pink bud, sucking it, biting it. She’s got the most fantastic tit.s!

She clutches my shoulders, her head tipped back as she rocks into me. “Harder!” Her hand pushes my head to her breast. I bite harder, and she calls out her pleasure.

I need to taste her, so I flip her over, laying her on the grass on her back. Fallon’s green eyes watch me closely as I strip her curves of those tight black jeans, her panties going with them.

I look at her for a moment, lying there on the grass, naked and wanting, and I have to admit that she’s beyond beautiful. Her skin is flawless, and her curves are perfect. All those skinny bitche.s I’ve been with have nothing on this pinup.

I slide my hands along her smooth legs and part them. I can see her puss.y dripping by the light of the moon. It’s not just me who wants this badly.

“Yes,” I watch her eyes roll at the feeling of my lips on her thigh. I can smell her heat, and all I want is to devour her whole. I want to go slow, so I don’t cu.m in my damn jeans like a teenager, but I can’t go slow; I’m eating her puss.y like I’m starved, drinking her juices like a man who’s been thirsty for years before this moment.

Fallon’s cries of approval spur me on. I slip two fingers inside her tight cunt, finger fuckin.g her hard and fast while biting on her engorged c**t.

“Trace!” She’s rocking into me so fast, clutching my fingers so hard that I’m losing feeling in them.

I can feel Fallon’s body coiling. She’s almost there. “Tell me you’re cumming, Fallon. Let me hear you.”

“I’m cumming, Trace! Oh, fuc.k, I’m cumming!”

Tasting Fallon’s essence on my lips as she holds onto my hair, keeping me pressed against her sweet, hot little puss.y as I lick her c**t gently, bringing her down from her high, is the best thing I have ever tasted in my life! And that’s no lie.

Her body thuds, and I watch it jumping with each orgasmi.c tremor. “I want to see you,” She tells me as she drags me along the length of her body by my hair. Her mouth slams into mine, tasting her juices on my lips and tongue. I get the feeling from the way she’s attacking me that this girl is not shy at all.

Just the way I like my women.

“Take your clothes off and let me feel your skin against mine.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I stand and discard my clothes and boots; I think quicker than I ever have before.

“Oh, my God,”

Yeah, that’s right, baby, take a good look.

Fallon reaches out and slides her hand over my coc.k.

I jerk a little. I don’t want to fuckin.g cu.me like this; I’m hanging on by a damn shoestring as it is.

“Your coc.k is beautiful. I want it in my mouth.” Fallon is practically salivating as she speaks.

As much as I want my dic.k in her mouth, I can’t let her suck me off tonight. I want to fuc.k her too severely for that.

“Not this night, little mouse. I need to fuc.k you too badly.”

“Please? Just a little taste.”

I hiss as she engulfs me halfway into her mouth before letting go.

Fuc.k! That felt good.

“Naughty,” I smirk.

Fallon licks her lips as I get to my knees between her legs. She lies back slowly with a seductive smile on her beautiful face. Her legs spread naturally for me.

I palm her tit.s while kissing her neck and stroking her c**t with the tip of my coc.k, making us both moan.

“What do you want, Fallon?” I breathe into her neck.

“I want you to take control of my body. Fuc.k me as hard as you can. For tonight, I want you to own me, Trace.”

I already do.

“You want to submit to me, don’t you?” The breath in her body leaves in a rush. I have to suppress the grin on my face. Any woman will tell you what you want to hear to get what they want in the moment. Fallon isn’t doing that. Her little body wants it more than anything; I can sense it. “Submit to me, little mouse.”

“Yes,” She breathes heavily.

I look deep into Fallon’s eyes, my coc.k at her opening, her pupils dilated, making the green of her eyes so much smaller.

“Are you on the pill?”

I know she’s clean, records at the club stated so. She wouldn’t be working there unless she was clean. Also, I know she didn’t give her body away like most of the other girls. All the other girls talk about is how frigid Fallon is and how she missed out on making a fortune by not selling her body the way they did. Stupid bitche.s know nothing. A woman like Fallon is worth her weight in gold.

“Yes, but I always use condoms.”

“As do I.” Not a lie. The only girl I ever stuck my dic.k in without a condom was Willow, and only because we were in a long-term relationship, and she was on the pill the whole time. “And I will, for you, this time. However, in the future, I’m taking you bare.”

In the future?

I’m already planning the next time?

I never do “Next time” Damn it; I’ve lost my fuckin.g mind!

Fallon doesn’t say anything; she just watches me take a condom from my jeans pocket, tear the foil with my teeth, and roll it over my dic.k.

She grabs my coc.k and lines it up her opening. “Fuc.k me hard. Don’t be gentle. I don’t want gentle, Trace.”

I slide an inch inside of her, and damn, she’s tight! Fuc.k, really tight! It takes a couple of thrusts, even though she’s fuckin.g soaking before I’m inside. Hell, I can’t get all the way in yet. If I thrust to the hilt right now, I’ll cu.m without showing Fallon any pleasure. Not happening; I’m all about gratification. Besides, I don’t want to hurt her. I would never do that.

A little swivel of my hips, a harder thrust, and I’m there, all the damn way. Fallon’s tit.s bounce with each hard thrust, her eyes roll, and I’m fuckin.g her so hard out here in the open where anyone could see or hear us, but it somehow makes this whole thing hotter.

I pin her hands above her head with one hand, and the other hand clutches her ass cheek tightly while I fuc.k the ever-loving shi.t out of her.

“Oh, God! I can’t take it!”

“Take it, Fallon! Take it all!” And she is; my coc.k is hitting her womb so damn hard she can’t even focus, her eyes are glazed over, and her puss.y walls are clamping down hard around my coc.k. “Come on, Fallon, give it the fuc.k up!” That very second, she cum.s hard, screaming out to the heavens, and I’m feeling like a fuckin.g king right now.

I pull out of Fallon and flip her over onto her front. She automatically gets to her hands and knees, her back arched, ass right against my coc.k. All I have to do is thrust forward and slam home. However, Fallon doesn’t give me a chance; she pushes back and takes the entire length of my coc.k in one go.

“Damn, girl!” Hips in my hands tight enough to leave bruises, I f**k Fallon like a whor.e, my whor.e, hard. Real fuckin.g hard like a monster would.

Smack!

Maybe that slap was a little hard. “God, yes, Trace!” Perhaps not.

However, her ass is already a brighter shade of crimson, and doesn’t that make my dic.k ten times harder?

I’m no dominant by any means, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t like to be the boss in the bedroom or on the embankment of the lake.

“Fuc.k! Yes!” Fallon screams as I continue to spank her. “Harder, Trace. Spank me harder!”

I chuckle to myself. Filthy bitc.h is precisely what I needed tonight. More than I thought she’d be.

I grab her ponytail, yanking her head back, using it as leverage as I rail her. Her puss.y starts clenching around my c**k again. Fuc.k, she’s going to cu.m again. I’ve made many girls cu.m in my time; all of them have cu.m multiple times, but none the way Fallon has here tonight.

This bitc.h loves it. I’ve never known a woman to enjoy it this much before, which is insane because they always enjoy it. Most women cu.m hard, scream it out loud, and half the time, it’s all put on for my benefit, the screaming, that is. However, Fallon is loving everything I have to give her. She’s so into it that she can’t stop herself from fuckin.g me back like a wildcat.

Usually, I’d command her orgasm.s, deny her the right to orgas.m again and again for my pleasure. I’d make her earn it before I allow her to cu.m. That’s my thing. Right now, I’m too close myself to deny Fallon anything. Plus, I love both seeing and hearing Fallon come for me.

“Come on, little mouse.”

“Tell me to cu.m for you!” She grinds out between her teeth, her fingers scratching the grass like a feral animal digging for scraps. I know she’s fighting the urge to touch herself while I fuc.k her. Goddamn, what I’d give to see that. “Tell me to scream it and fuckin.g spank me!”

Damn!

“Cu.m for me, little mouse. Scream your fuckin.g pleasure and cu.m on my coc.k! Right now!”

Smack.

Smack.

Smack!

“Shi.t!” She screams to the heavens while tightening those puss.y muscles so hard that I’m shooting my load into her so damn powerfully I see stars! She’s screaming out her orgas.m, and I’m going fuckin.g blind!

Fuc.k, I’ve never cu.m so hard in my life! I’m shaking, every muscle, every limb, and sweat drips from my forehead and into my left eye. I wipe it away as Fallon sags to the grass. My still semi-erect coc.k slips from her body. She turns on her back, and I lie beside her, removing the filled condom from my dic.k and placing it beside me. I’ll dispose of it before we leave.

I turn my head to look at Fallon. She’s looking up at the stars, chest still heaving from our fuckin.g session.

“You okay?” I ask because she seems distant.

“Fine, Trace. I need to get home.”

I watch Fallon – unable to move my body for a second – as she pulls on her clothes. I force myself up and get dressed. Don’t think I’ve ever felt my muscles so tight after fuckin.g anyone. I wrap up the condom in tissue from my pocket and push it back in again. I’ll toss it later.

“Fallon?”

“Let’s not.” She tells me while fixing her hair. “It was fun. I thank you for that. However, this won’t happen again.”

She thinks.

“Just like that, huh?” I scratch the scruff on my chin as if in thought. There’s nothing for me to think about.

She thinks I’m just going to let her walk away after this?

Not a chance. Yeah, I’ll let Fallon think that for now. But you don’t often find a woman who can satisfy you while making you want to fuc.k her all night long at the same time.

“Yes,” She looks at me, and I see that she thinks she means it.

Moreover, I understand exactly what this girl needs. She needs, no, wants to be owned, told what to do, and guided on the right path.

“Don’t look at me like you know what I want and need, Trace. You don’t. I wanted us to fuc.k; it happened, and now I’d like to go home. As I don’t know where I am, I need a ride. Please.” She adds the “Please” like she forgot her manners for a second. She’s tired; it’s late, and it’s been a long night. I’ll take her home, but I’ll be back.

“Come, I’ll take you home now.”

“Thank you,”