Free Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) by Lily Harlem

building in tension.
    Moans erupted from my throat and although
I’d felt shy when Patrick had done this to me, with Ray it was different, he
was enjoying it too. I could tell by the way he was exploring my pussy with his
mouth and fingers. Giving his own low groans of approval.
    Suddenly he stopped, sat and wiped the
back of his hand over his mouth. “I want to come with you,” he said a little
breathlessly.
    “Yes.” I held out my arms to him.
“Please.” I was wanton. No longer worrying about someone walking in or having
forgotten how to do it. I just wanted to make that connection with Ray, have
him plunge into me so I could grip his cock with my pussy and ride to a
mind-blowing satisfaction.
    Ray stood, kicked off his jeans and toed
away his shoes. He had a dragon tattoo on his right thigh that I hadn’t known
was there. Big and bold it’s tail wound up to the leg of his navy boxer briefs.
I stared at the dragon’s fiery breath for a moment, but then my attention was
captured by something else.
    His cock.
    Thick and long it jutted upward from a black
patch of hair. The head was swollen and angry-looking, the slit already damp
with pre-cum.
    “Condom,” he said, stooping and rummaging
in his jeans pocket. “I’m sure I have one somewhere… yep, here we are.”
    He straightened and I watched fascinated
as he tore the wrapper with his teeth then smoothed the sheer latex down his
shaft. Taking his time, making sure it was properly rolled right to the root.
    “You ready?” he asked.
    “Yes.” I couldn’t help a gulp of
apprehension. Ray was big. Would I be able to take him?
    His weight settled over me and I felt the
prod of his cock at my entrance. “I’m going to take it real slow okay,” he
whispered onto my lips.
    “Okay.” I gripped his shoulders and spread
my legs wide, hooked my ankles over the backs of his thighs.
    The smooth head of his penis pressed into
me. I tensed and gripped his biceps. “Ray!”
    “We’ll fit fine, just relax.” He gained
more entry, pushing apart delicate tissue unused to being stretched by a man.
“Ah, fuck, you feel amazing, Lisa, I knew you would. So damn soft and tight.”
    “And you’re so damn big,” I gasped.
    He chuckled, in a strained kind of way,
and then rocked his hips, smoothing through my wetness until he filled me.
    Pain and pleasure skirted together, barely
a line between them. “Ah, oh, Ray,” I called.
    He silenced me with an open-mouthed kiss.
Swallowing my cries and groans and whimpers with his hungry, ravenous
plundering of my mouth.
    He shunted in some more and his pubis
connected with my clit. Bright lights burst behind my eyelids as lust screamed
through my body. Fuck, that was what I wanted, just there, right on that bundle
of nerves. “Oh, oh, yes,” I gasped, breaking the kiss and clutching his
shoulders. “God, yes, don’t stop, please Ray, fuck me. Fuck me like that, just
there, oh…”
    A deep moan rattled up from his chest.
“Sweet Jesus,” he said, “I hope you’re not hoping for a marathon session,
because hearing you speak dirty like that has just about got my balls
exploding.”
    The devil poked me with his sharp little
fork. “Fuck me, Ray,” I said. “Fuck me, now, hard, fuck me until neither of us
can breathe or remember our names.”
    He straightened his arms and stared down
at where we were joined. There was a glisten of perspiration on his forehead.
“You asked for it, little lady.”
    A shiver of utter delight tore through me
as he pulled out then forged back in.
    He grimaced.
    I cried out.
    He set up a wild, thrusting rhythm. The
scent of sex filled the hide, the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together
echoed in my ears.
    And then I was there, hanging onto the
edge of ecstasy. His wide glans was bashing sublimely at my G-spot, his pubis
grinding my clit. I allowed the pressure to erupt and topple me over.
    Spiraling through bliss, I sank my teeth
into his chest, just a little, over a tattoo of an