Chapter 4

The car ride over had been a study in contrasts – Calvin, amused by her sudden shyness, and Sia, silently battling the conflicting emotions that raged within her. She’d spent the drive trying to rein in the raw need that had exploded in her.

God, I want him inside me. By the time they reached his place, she was a tightly wound spring, ready to snap. John must want this. She rationalized in her lust-muddled mind.

The moment they stepped through his door, the facade of control shattered. Sia didn’t wait; she pounced on Calvin, her hands clawing at his shirt, pulling him into a kiss that was all hunger and desperation. Their lips crashed together, teeth clashing, as if trying to consume each other. Calvin’s hands roamed over her, gripping her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

“Fuck, Sia, I can tell how bad you want this,” Calvin growled against her mouth.

“Yes, yes...” Sia panted, her voice a needy whisper, her body practically trembling with want. “God, yes...”

“Always such a greedy little slut for me, aren’t you?”

His words were a mix of tease and truth, making Sia’s pulse quicken even more. His hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her cami, thumb brushing over her nipple, making her moan into his mouth.

She was almost hyperventilating, the delay in gratification making her feel like she was on the edge of insanity, the sheer need, coiling tighter and tighter within her.

“Kneel,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble.

Without a second thought, Sia dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his. The command was like a switch, flipping her into a state of eagerness to please.

She felt a strange disconnect like she was watching herself from outside her body, a spectator in her own descent into ... what? Madness? Bliss?

“Take it out,” he instructed, his voice thick with amusement.

She fumbled with his belt buckle, her fingers clumsy against the unfamiliar stiffness of the leather, the metal. John ... John wore boxers, usually. This, the stiff denim, the heavy buckle ... it felt foreign. I’m really doing this.

The belt came undone, then the button, the zipper...

With a final tug, Sia pulled down Calvin’s boxer briefs, freeing his cock.

It sprang out, thick and heavy, slapping against her nose with a force that made her eyes water. Holy shit. It was even bigger than she remembered, a thick, veiny column of dark, smooth skin, the head already glistening with a drop of sticky pre-cum.

Fat, pulsating veins snaked along its length, leading to a rounded, almost bulbous tip that quivered with barely contained power. It was a sight that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to her core, a primal yearning that bypassed all reason, all sense of... everything. And the smell. God, the smell. That musky, masculine scent that had always been her undoing...

Calvin let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in her hair as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the still-sensitive head of his cock. She kissed it tentatively at first, little pecks along its length, then, emboldened by his encouraging groan, she began to nibble, her teeth grazing the underside, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within him.

“Yeah...”

I’m really doing this. I’m sucking his dick. Something inside her, like a tiny voice of reason that refused to be silenced, was freaking out. It kept shouting, ‘No way, this is all kinds of messed up!’ Yet the other side of her, the one that craved the feel of him, the taste of him, brushed off the alarms. It was too busy reveling in the intense, primal joy of that instant.

“You haven’t forgotten, have you?” Calvin murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “Not bad for a rusty old pro.”

Rusty? She pooled saliva in her mouth, then spat it onto his hard length, making it slick and wet. She kissed the tip gently, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive spot, tasting the salty tang of his precum.

“Hmmmm...”

She started to work him with her mouth, lips stretched around him, taking him in as much as she could, her head bobbing in a rhythm she knew he loved. Her hands gripped the base, stroking in tandem with her mouth, her eyes glancing up to see his reaction, to see the pleasure she was giving him.

She knew his sweet spots, the places that made him groan, the spots that made him lose his goddamn mind. Tonight, she was giving him everything, completely ignoring any lines she might’ve drawn for herself. Her hand cupped his balls, those heavy, swollen lemons, the weight of them delicious in her hand.

He was clean, hairless - Calvin always took care of himself.

She darted her tongue out, licking the smooth skin, then she took one into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, tasting the musky scent of him.

“Shit Sia scratch that you definitely didn’t forget your way around sucking my dick.”

Sia couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face, a mix of satisfaction and eagerness.Sia knew that Calvin in bed was a different animal altogether. Gone was the easy charm, replaced by a raw, almost primal intensity. He was all sharp edges and demanding growls, and fuck, she loved it. She latched onto his heavy ball, sucking with an enthusiasm she hadn’t realized she still possessed. Who cares?

She lapped at him, her tongue swirling around each ball before sucking on them one at a time, the wet sounds filling the room.

“Fuck, yeah...”

As she massaged his balls with one hand, she began to work his cock into her mouth, inch by inch, slow and deliberate. She knew she was crossing lines, but at that moment, nothing else fucking mattered. All she wanted was to make him feel good.

Calvin’s head fell back, a long, guttural sigh escaping him as Sia’s warm mouth engulfed him. His dick pulsed, her lips stretched around his thickness. Her tongue was everywhere, teasing his sensitive head while she sucked him off, and he couldn’t help but think John is a lucky man.

If Calvin had this fine piece of ass as his wife, he’d make sure to use her mouth daily, just like back in college. He’d been around enough to know the deal - women fell over themselves to get their lips around his huge dick, but they sure as hell didn’t treat their husbands to a daily blowjob, not with this kind of hungry enthusiasm.

And he loved reminding them, showing them just how much they loved getting dirty. And right now, with Sia eagerly working him over, he was fucking ecstatic.

Sia’s mouth was stretched wide, the thick heat of him filling her, making it hard to breathe. She resorted to short, sharp inhales through her nose, her focus entirely on the slick, velvety feel of his cock against her tongue.

It had been a while since she’d had to accommodate... this much, and it took her a few tries to find a rhythm. But she was nothing if not determined. She sucked, her lips working tirelessly, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his head, tasting the salty tang.

She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, then easing back, the friction building with each stroke. She faltered when he hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicking in.

He chuckled, his hand tightening in her hair, applying just enough pressure to keep her in place. He felt her throat tighten around him - there was no better fucking feeling.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Take it all. Show me what a good little whore you are.”

Sia’s eyes watered, her body trembling with the effort, but she pushed past the gag reflex, taking him deeper, drool spilling down her chin. His cock stretched her throat, filling her, making her lightheaded with a potent mix of oxygen deprivation and pure, unadulterated lust.

He started to move then, setting the pace, his hand in her hair now a firm grip as he pistoned into her mouth.

“Gwahhhhhh ... gwahhhhh ... gwaahhhkkkk...”

Each thrust sent her gagging, her throat spasming around him.

“Look at me,” he growled.

Sia’s eyes fluttered open, bloodshot and streaming with tears, as he fucked her face.

“God, you love this, don’t you?” he groaned, his hips bucking against her face, the sound of her gagging music to his ears. “My big black dick, fucking your pretty little face ... you were always such a good little cocksucker?”

She groaned, her sounds muffled by his cock, spit and pre-cum mixing on her chin.

She loved it. God help her, she fucking loved it. The feel of his cock deep in her throat, stretching her, filling her ... it was a raw, primal delight she had fought against. Yet with Calvin, resisting was just a lost cause.

Her jaw ached, but the humiliation and domination only fueled her arousal. Calvin’s words pushed her further, his relentless pace making her gag repeatedly, the sound wet and obscene.

He pushed her head down further, tilting her chin, and rammed his cock deeper, deeper still.

“Gwwaaaaa...”

Another long gag escaped her, throat convulsing around him, the pressure intense, almost painful... almost.

She didn’t want to stop sucking, but fuck, she needed air, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. She was caught in a whirlwind of sensation, lost in the raw, feral need to please him.

Only when her struggles became too much did he pull back, his wet cock resting against her flushed, tear-streaked cheek. Spit dripped down from her chin, her face a mess of smeared makeup, saliva, and pre-cum. She gulped down huge breaths of air, then, before he could even react, she dove back in, taking him into her mouth again.

Calvin grinned, reveling in her desperation. He’d never hurt her, but fuck, he loved the sight of a woman choking on his cock, the raw need in their eyes. He fisted her hair, his grip firm but not painful, as he continued to thrust into her mouth, setting a brutal pace.

Sia’s nails dug into his thighs, leaving crescent-shaped marks, but she didn’t resist, her body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

After a few more pumps, he pulled back, forcing her to look at him. He studied her face, the flushed skin, the tear-streaked cheeks, the swollen lips...

“What are you, Sia?”

“Your ... slut.”

“And what does my slut need?”

“Your ... your cock,” she moaned, her words desperate.”I need your big fucking cock ... inside me.”

A grin spread across his face. “That’s my girl.”

In one swift move, he scooped her up around his waist, her legs wrapping around him. Their mouths crashed together, devouring each other as he carried her to his bedroom.

It was messy, hungry, their tongues clashing as they moved. His huge hands gripped her ass, holding her tight against him, his cock still hard and wet from her mouth, now pressed against her.

He tossed her onto the bed, his eyes raking over her pale white body like he was about to devour her. Fuck I am going to enjoy this. He moved to go down on her, but she stopped him, with a hand on his shoulder.

“No ... I ... I can’t wait any more. I need you ... now.”

Her voice was like a damn addict begging for her fix. He didn’t need telling twice.

Positioning her at the edge of the bed, he aligned his throbbing, dark cock with her dripping entrance. She was fucking ready, and he was eager to give her what she craved.

Sia couldn’t tear her eyes away from his cock, the massive, throbbing dark meat poised at her entrance she missed so damn much. The sight was driving her mad with need, her eyes pleading as she looked up at him.

“You want it?”

She nodded frantically, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

“No, say it, beg for it like the slut you are.”

The words, crude and demanding, were like a spark igniting a fire within her. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please ... fuck me. I need it so bad, please...”

“I’m going to ruin that pretty little white cunt of yours, Sia,” he growled, his fingers tightening around her throat, making her cough.

“Just ... do it,” she gasped. Please, God, just fuck me.

Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her ankles, folding her in half, resting them on his massive shoulders.

He was relentless, playing with her, pushing just the tip inside before pulling out again, turning her pleas into desperate cries.

Her body writhed, unsatisfied, craving more.

“Please, please, please,” she kept begging, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching around the brief intrusion.

He did it again, and again, each thrust a slow, agonizing torture, her pleas growing louder, more desperate with each denial. The sight of her, so needy, so desperate for him, was intoxicating. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted.

Sia was whimpering and mewling, the push and pull driving her to the brink of insanity. Her mind was clouded, all she could think about was the need, the burning need to be filled by him.

“Please, Calvin, please, I need it so bad, I can’t take this. I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me, ruin me, stretch me, I want to feel you so deep inside, please, I’m begging you...” she begged, her voice a desperate, needy mess.

He grinned, a flash of teeth in the dim light, and then, finally, he plunged into her.

“OHGODDDDDDD...”

Slowly at first, deliberately so, making her feel every inch of him, reintroducing her to the sensations only he could give.

Her mind spun, the feeling of being filled, stretched by him was overwhelming. She moaned, her hands clawing at the bedsheets as he pushed deeper, each thrust exploring new depths.

He hit a spot deep inside her, a place only he seemed to know how to find, and she cried out, her body arching off the bed, her moans turning into a series of incoherent gasps and whimpers.

“Oh fuck ... yes ... more...”

“Damn, Sia,” he groaned. “You’ve gotten ... tight.”

“Fuck ... yes ... harder ... oh God...”

She missed this, missed the feeling of being stretched, filled, possessed. He felt so big, so good, so impossibly right inside her.

Each throb of his cock sent shockwaves through her, making her wiggle her toes and arch her back as he continued to slide his thick black cock into her.

“Yeah, ungh...” He groaned, thrusting forward a bit, sliding in faster.

Sia yelped and trembled, her hands pressing against his broad, muscular chest, “S-slow ... oh fuck ... go slow please.”

“Don’t worry ... I got you, baby,” he growled. “I’m gonna stretch that pussy nice and wide...”

He pushed deeper, his hips slamming against hers.

“Oh! Oh gaawdd yes! Right there...” Sia moaned out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

But it was a good pain, a delicious ache that made her crave more.

Her legs shook wildly as he slid his cock in until he was about halfway in. He had to pause, her pussy gripped him tight, a hot, wet vise around his cock. He groaned, taking a few deep breaths, savoring the feeling. He looked down at her, her body trembling, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with lust. He reached out, gripping both her soft, supple breasts, giving them a hard squeeze.

“Oh fuck ... that’s ... deep...”

“We’ve got a ways to go yet, baby,” he growled with a nasty smirk.

He started moving again, pushing forward, stretching her, filling her until she thought she would shatter.

Sia’s mind was a blank canvas, painted with the raw strokes of sensation. The feeling of fullness, of being stretched so completely by him ... she moaned, her fingers digging into his back, her nails leaving angry red marks. More. I need more. She was open, yielding, her body and mind surrendered to the pleasure he was unleashing within her. She wanted all of him, needed to feel him in every part of her.

Calvin picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, a jackhammer rhythm that had her crying out, her moans turning into a stream of filthy, desperate pleas.

“Fuck me ... harder ... yes ... oh God, yes ... fill me ... fuck me ... I’m such a dirty slut for you ... your cock ... so big ... so good...”

She was lost, completely and utterly lost in the sensation of him inside her, pounding into her, filling her. There was a wildness in her voice now, a desperation that made him groan, his own control hanging by a thread.

He slammed into her, his hips a blur of motion, each thrust harder than the last. And then, out of nowhere, her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her entire body went haywire, crazy, “FUCK, I’M CUMMING, OH MY GOD, YES, YES, YES, CALVIN, FUCK ME, OH SHIT, I’M CUMMING SO HARD!”

“Yeah, that’s right, cum on my dick just like that.”

He didn’t give her a second’s respite, pounding into her as her orgasm ripped through her, his cock a relentless force against her clenching cunt. He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, milking him, her juices squirting out, coating his balls, his thighs ... It only fueled his own need, making him grip her hips tighter, slamming into her with even more force.

The room filled with the sloppy wet smacks of his balls slapping against her quivering, wet cunt.

“Aghhh ... fuck ... yessss ... your cock ... so big ... I missed this ... missed your big black cock stretching my cunt ... I missed you fucking me so hard ... so deep ... agggghh, give me more, more of that black dick!”

Her moans and gasps were all over the place, a wild tangle of sounds escaping her lips. Her voice, scratchy with delight, echoed in the room as her body squirmed under him.