Free The Tale of the Blood Diamond by Tiana Laveen

neck and caught her lips with his own. He licked and sucked them, drawing a slight moan from her before probing his tongue deep inside of her awaiting mouth. In the quiet of the room, she could only hear the man’s breathing and the sounds of his mouth diligently searching her own. Large fingers trailed down her neck and collar bone. With due diligence, he began the process of undoing the minuscule buttons of her navy blue shirt. Soon he ran his fingers over her lacy black bra. It pushed her breasts together, and from the hunger in his eyes, he loved the fit. His kisses became more urgent, his stroking of her nipples more determined as he maneuvered himself impossibly closer to her form, devouring her with his mouth, his love, his devotion.
    She moaned as he pulled away from her and undid her pants, tugging at the zipper as if it had in some way wronged him. They stood, facing one another. Before she could form another thought, her clothing puddled at her ankles, and she stepped out of the outfit that had clung to her skin for hours. She felt relieved to be free, despite the slight chill in the room. They could never agree on the temperature to have in the house. Even though Xzion’s brain no longer overheated, he still was a colder being. She liked it toasty, especially during the brutal winter, but Xzion feigned hot flashes, going into dramatics that he’d melt. He’d typically let her have her way, and tonight, she just knew he’d warm her up regardless, so she kept her objections at bay.
    He grabbed her hand and placed it on his rock hard cock with no apologies. She looked down at it, becoming reacquainted with the long, thick member covered in knobby veins. As she ran her fingers up and down his generous length, she looked at his hooded eyes. He swayed slightly to the right, thrusting his hips back and forth ever so gently, bumping the fleshy head of his dick against her grip.
    “Mmmm,” he moaned, throwing his head back as if he’d cum right then and there. “Stroke it, baby. Rub both of your hands on my dick.” He didn’t give her a chance to comply to his wishes, but simply grabbed the woman’s hands and placed them how he wanted them. He fucked her hands, as if her palms were the pussy he so desperately wanted to fuck. His cock heavy in her hands, Jayme dropped to her knees and did what she wanted to do since seeing him naked tonight. She took him in her mouth, deeper and deeper. On a groan, he gripped the back of her head. 
    “Uhhhh, uhhhhh…” he moaned as he leisurely thrust in and out of her mouth. “Too long…it’s been too fucking long, honey.”
    I know…
    Too much time had passed when she found herself with her fingers in her pants at her desk, not recalling how they had even got there. His voice on the phone would have aroused her so, and a faded memory of the man frantically fucking her against the wall of their bedroom before Zachary awoke one fair morning made her almost have an orgasm… while a pile of papers soared haphazardly on her desk. She’d need a better lock on that little office for such a thing could occur again, and she’d rather be safe than sorry.
    He pulled out of her mouth, gripping the base of his cock. She looked up at him, still on her knees, worshiping him from a short distance. Again, he gripped the back of her head, forcing his saturated, warm cock back inside of her mouth. His knees buckled as she took control, relished him,  and orally fucked him to perfection.
    “Uhhhh!” He stumbled back, taking her with him, his eyes partially closed and a look of pure euphoria on his face. Her knees, once touching the soft, new carpet he’d installed, were now off the ground and up in the air. Xzion held her around the waist, made her feel as if she were sitting on an invisible throne. He walked right up to a large, circular gold mirror above the dark vanity, his cock in prominent view. He pressed her back into his heaving chest.
    “You see this?!” He grunted.