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Chapter Two

“Is that a challenge? For if it is, I cannot, as a southern
gentleman, back down from a challenge.”

I chuckled as he laid on the charm a little too thick,
playing the old southern genteel man. “It’s definitely a challenge. I don’t
know if you have what it takes to pleasure me as well as I know the dildo can.”
A lie, but I liked teasing him.

My teasing seemed to do the trick and a dangerous smile
spread across his face. Before I knew what was happening he scooped me up in
his strong arms and set me down on the bed. Bastien leaned over me, his eyes
dark, feral and full of desire.

“I can show you how a good southern boy is able to please a
lady better than any silicone device ever made.”

My heart beat triple time in my chest, my body fully aware I
was beneath him and totally at his mercy. I couldn’t remember the last time I
had desired a man like this, enough to let my inhibitions go. Only in my
fantasies and through the characters I created was I able to experience
something similar, but now I knew it wasn’t the same thing. Not really. This
was so much more. I was going to live it.

“Are you up for this, Angela?” His teeth brushed against my
earlobe, so close to biting me, like he was claiming me for his own.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Bastien pressed his body against mine, his hands
enclosing my wrists pinning me down on the mattress so I was utterly at his
mercy. My body thrummed with the thrill of it all. With the searing heat of his
body on mine, my pussy grew wet with need and anticipation. His breath was hot
against my neck.

“What are you doing to me?” My voice hitch as all the
possibilities flickered through my mind. Secret desires, needs, which I had
never shared with anyone.

“You’ll have to wait and see, but first I think I’m going to
taste every single, last inch of you.” He let go of my wrists and then whipped
my halter top off, freeing my breasts.

His mouth captured one of my nipples, sending a jolt of pure
pleasure, like an electric shock, through my body. A moan escaped my lips as
his tongue swirled around it.

“You like that, angel?”

I murmured in approval, both from what he was doing and his
little pet name for me. Arching my body so I could press closer to him, so I
could feel all of him, I wanted Bastien as close to me as physically possible.

“Patience, angel, I won’t continue unless you remain still.”

I froze. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to continue
so badly.

“Good girl.” He chuckled. His lips found my breasts again,
his tongue swirling around my coral nipples. I could feel his teeth brushing
against my sensitive skin, nipping me lightly. His other hand trailed lower
down over my skirt to my thigh, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake.
Instinctively I opened my legs and felt Bastien’s strong hand slide up under my
skirt.

He groaned as his fingers touched my slick, wet folds.
Eagerly arching my hips against his hand, I wordlessly begged for Bastien to
rub my clit and finger me.

“Jesus, angel,” he moaned into my neck, but he obliged by
rubbing my pussy. “You’re so damn wet.”

Bastien stood up and undid the buttons of the side of my
tennis skirt and pulled it away. His eyes were feral as his gaze drifted over
my clean-shaven pussy.

“You know it’s not really fair that I’m totally naked and
you’re still in your uniform. You wouldn’t want to get it dirty now would you?”
Standing up, I grabbed him by his collar and then slowly unbuttoned his crisp
cotton shirt. Usually uniforms did it for a girl. Well, not me. It was all
Bastien, and right now I wanted to see all of him. I wanted to run my hands
over his dark, hot skin.

I made quick work of his shirt, belt and shorts. No sooner
than I had unbuttoned them he was kicking them across the bedroom. I ran my
hands over his bare chest, raking my fingers over his pectorals and washboard
abs. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. It was hard and
thick. I let my hands trail lower, sliding his boxer briefs down before
stepping back to admire his cock.

Bastien was right—I was not disappointed.

Just as good as the little toy I had bought, only this one
was much better. It was attached to a very handsome man. The man of my
daydreams, which were just about to come true.

Bastien’s hot hands trailed down my back, cupping my ass and
pulling me close to him. Reaching down, I touched his cock, encircling my hand
around the base of his shaft. He sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Crouching down, I wanted to take him in my mouth, to taste
him, but he stopped me and pulled me up.

“No, angel, I’m a true gentleman.” He pushed me down on the
bed into the supine position. Parting my thighs, he knelt between them flashing
a devilish smile. “And a true gentleman always lets ladies go first.”

When his hot, wet tongue ran up my slit I nearly lost it.
“Oh God, Bastien, that feels so good.” I cupped my breasts and began to rub my
hard nipples.

“I want you to do something for me, angel.” He stopped his
ministrations.

“Anything.” And I meant it. I was willing to try almost
anything with him, as long as he kept up what he was doing.

“Anything?” he asked, intrigue evident in his voice.

“Yes, anything, Bastien. Anything.”

“I want you to touch yourself, angel. I want to watch you
pleasure yourself.”

Even though I wanted him between my legs, or thrusting in
and out of me, I obliged him. I had promised him anything. Letting my hand
trail slowly down over my belly to my pussy, I let my fingers move slowly up
and down my slit, him watching me touch myself in a way I had only done in
private. Having his eyes fixed on me as I masturbated gave me an erotic and
naughty thrill.

“How does it feel?” His eyes darkened, filling with lust.
“Tell me how you feel.”

Opening the folds of my labia, I began to rub my clit,
circling it with my fingertips. “It feels so good.”

“You’re making me harder, just watching you touch yourself.”

“I want you inside me.” And it was the truth. I was so wet
and ready for him. All I wanted was for him to take me. Yet he just stood
there, watching me, his cock erect, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the head. A
wave of pleasure washed through me, heating my blood. “Bastien, please. I want
you so bad.”

I arched my back, begging him to fuck me. Instead he moved
my hand away from my cunt. He parted my labia and I felt his tongue on my clit.

“You taste so good.” Bastien murmured as his tongue began to
flick my clit.

My body seemed to awaken from a deep slumber at the
sensation of his tongue against my clitoris, lapping it. It felt as if my whole
body was on fire knowing he was there, between my thighs, tasting me. His hand
slipped around to cup my ass, kneading the cheeks, bringing me harder against
his mouth.

In my ears I heard the loud moan escape pass my lips as I
circled my hips against his mouth. A ball of tension, of absolute pleasure,
built up deep within my belly. I was close and Bastien knew it. His tongue
swirled around my clit as two fingers slid into my pussy. He began to pump them
in and out. I tried to hold out. I wanted to come with his big black cock
buried deep inside me, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. I came, shattering
like fragile glass.

As I tried to catch my breath I heard him open a condom.
Before I had a chance to assist him, Bastien slid over me, his thick cock
sinking into my tight sheath still contracting from my mind-blowing orgasm.

“Jesus, angel, you’re so tight.”

Wrapping my legs around his slim waist, I hooked my ankles
together and pulled him tight against me as he moved slowly in and out of me.
God, I wanted him to take me faster. I wanted to feel him coming inside me. As
I watched him moving above me I felt goose bumps break across my skin. His big
strong hands were on my hips, controlling the rhythm and pace of our intimate
dance.

It wasn’t very long before Bastien began to quicken his
tempo. I arched my hips so every time he thrust forward his thick cock rubbed
my already-swollen clit.

I let go of my death grip on the sheets and cupped my
breasts. Our eyes locked in that moment, his dark and full of lust. My skin
fired and flushed under his intense gaze. Bastien was by far the most handsome
and sexiest man I had ever seen. Just watching him now as he fucked me was even
more arousing. I loved the way his muscles rippled under his smooth ebony skin
with every movement.

Acting on pure animal instinct, I ground my hips in an
answering rhythm to his thrusts. Bastien moaned, pulling me even tighter
against him.

That tense feeling began to build again like a flame in the
pit of my stomach, unfurling with every sure stroke. I was going to come again.
Another orgasm began to wash through my body, my pussy clenching his shaft as I
screamed in ecstasy. I had never come twice before, with a man that is.

“Ah fuck,” he cursed, his body taut. Bastien held himself
still as he came deep inside me. His body gradually relaxed and collapsed
beside me, his breath hot on my neck. “Angel, that was amazing.”

Chapter Three

I could feel my legs begin to shake as the aftermath of the
orgasms sent a welcome rush of endorphins through my body. I had never
experienced sex like that before, such a heady experience. Raw, almost
animalistic. His scent permeated my skin as he lay beside me. Leaning on an
elbow, he rested his head on his hand, a pleased look plastered across his
face. He lazily trailed his fingers up and down my arm.

“What are you so happy about?” I tried not to giggle, but I
felt so giddy.

“I think you know, angel.”

“Oh?”

Bastien chuckled softly. “Well, there’s that, but I think I
won the challenge, wouldn’t you agree?”

Leaning over, I kissed him, hard and urgent on his full lips
as an answer to his question. His hot tongue slipped past my lips, but only for
a moment before he broke it off.

“Do you mind if I have a shower before I claim my reward?”

“No, go ahead. There’s one through the walk-in closet.”

Bastien kissed me again. “Don’t you go anywhere, angel. I
mean to collect my winnings…all night long if need be.”

A shiver of anticipation coursed through me as I watched his
taut ass as he got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I couldn’t help
but think about how I would love to grab that tight butt as he pumped into me.
Just the thought of it made my nipples harden and I could feel the dampness
gathering between my thighs again.

The shower started, the familiar sound of water splashing
against the tile made me picture Bastien, water rivulets running down his body,
making his skin glisten. Sliding off the bed, I tiptoed to the bathroom. The
door was slightly open and I could hear the whirr of the ceiling fan. Peeking
inside, I could see his obscured reflection in the steamed-up mirror. He had
one arm braced against the wall, while the other hand moved in a rapid
up-and-down motion.

My heart skipped a beat, he was masturbating. He was
touching that magnificent cock, pleasuring himself, which would not do. I
wanted to be the one to do that for him.

Slipping into the bathroom, I crept into the walk-in shower.
Bastien was startled, his hand still wrapped around his shaft as he looked up
at me in surprise. Then he looked embarrassed.

“Sorry, angel. I started thinking about you and, I just
couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s why I came in here. I wanted you again.” I pushed
him roughly against the wall as the water poured down his back. Squatting in
front of him, because frankly the tiles would dig into my knees, I scraped my fingernails
down his thighs.

“Angel, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice hitching
his throat. Though I had no doubt in my mind he knew what I was about to do,
what I had wanted to do earlier.

Moving his hand away, I ran my hands up to his belly, and then
down slowly, lightly brushing his cock. Bastien took a quick intake of breath.

“What are you doing to me?” He sighed.

“I think you know.”

By his murmur of pleasure he knew exactly what I was going
to do to him. His wet hands slipped into my hair as I dragged my tongue down
his shaft, then back up again. Luxuriating in the taste of his skin under my
lips. Bastien took another quick intake of breath, it hissed through his teeth
as I repeated my motion one more agonizingly slow time before quickly taking him
into my mouth.

He cried out and bucked his hips forward gently. I gripped
the base of his cock and slid my mouth up and off. Bastien growled in protest,
but only for a brief moment. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock,
applying pressure to the sensitive underside.

“Soc au’ lait!”
he cried out. I really hoped it meant
something good in Cajun. I assumed so by the way he began to thrust his hips at
me, fucking my mouth, that it did indeed mean something satisfactory. By the
way he held my head, and his inaudible moans, I knew Bastien was ready to come.

“You have to stop now, angel.”

Bastien pulled out and helped me to stand. Then he let out a
frustrated growl as he pressed me against the warm, wet tile. His eyes were
sparkling with arousal and frustration.

“What?” My body thrumming, waiting for him to fuck me
against the wall.

“No condom.”

I laughed. “The little ornate box on the counter by the
sink.” I had planned for every situation.

With a rough kiss he left the shower, but soon was back with
a condom sheathing his cock. He pressed his body against me and captured my
lips with a passionate kiss. I slipped my legs around his waist and he plunged
into me hard and fast.

My fingers dug into his shoulder blades as he pounded into
me. I reveled in the feel of his thick, stiff cock pumping in and out of me.
Bastien braced his body with one arm against the wall as he slipped his other
hand down between us and rubbed my clit.