She grabs my head and drags my lips to hers. I'll kiss her soon. As our eyelids shut, our lips part and tongues contact. Her tongue on mine makes me happy.

She quickly pulls back.

She says, "I'll meet you outside." As she walks out, her hips bounce and her cheeks flex.

I can't wait for more.

Acardia's pov

I never believed I'd set foot in a luxury condo. I'm in elevator with the stunning Paul Caspar. I don't pay much attention to the place's beauty. When he opens his door, just sex is on my thoughts.

When I hear his door close, I'm on him. I spin around and kiss him. My spirit boils as we kiss. Once I taste the Devil's lips, I'm condemned. I'm his for the taking.

My tongue dances around his as I part my lips slightly. His long fingers are on my hips. We kiss recklessly, my fingers disheveling his hair as my pulse races. I trace the tight lines of his jaw, the warmth of his flesh appealing to me.

"I'll fuck you," he says, grabbing my neck and pulling back my hair. I lock my eyes on his and stop breathing as he speaks. "I'll fuck you so hard you won't remember your name."

Each syllable from his mouth is like heroin, numbing my head. I attempt to respond but can only mouth a nervous "yes." He advances and pushes me against the wall. My heart is pounding so rapidly I half-expect it to escape my chest.

"You're mine." He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, "Right now, you're mine." As his gaze engulf me, my heart and lungs race. Impatient with my silence, he yanks on my hair, his lips hardening. "

With his steely gaze on me, my brain shuts down and my unconscious thoughts escape.

My voice sounds strange when I say, "I'm yours."

"You are," he smiles, his curled lips making him even more handsome. "Do what I say."

I repeat, my lips drying, "I'll do anything you say." As my tongue dries out, my pussy becomes wetter than ever.

Still holding my hair, he brushes his fingertips on the area above my right knee on the hem of my dress. His fingers creep up my calf, slowly lowering my clothing.

As he draws closer to my pussy, I become wetter, my desire growing. I nearly grab his wrist and shove his hand against my pussy, but I'm so intrigued by his touch I remain motionless, the ideal victim to his tormenting.

Unblinking, I gaze into his eyes as his fingers press in on my groins. Instead of going for it, he traces my thong with his index finger, moving over both my groins without touching my pussy. Unconsciously, I buck my hips at his, craving his touch. H e yanks my hair again from under my dress.

"Stand motionless," he says deviously.

Nodding, I purge my lips. Instantly, his hand is beneath my dress, his index finger moving down my flesh. It feels like a lifetime, yet it's really just a minute.

When your underwear is drenched with juice, time flies. Then he flattens his palm across my thong. His fingers on my pussy make me gasp. I toss my head back and shut my eyes, feeling numb everywhere.

Paul rubs my hot pussy lightly. As he does it, I whimper and my world fades away. His touch on my labia and thong makes my head burst.

"You're so wet," he adds, stroking my soaked lips. It's awesome.

I mumble, "Please," without knowing what I want. I want him to drive his cock past my inner lips and into my pussy. I want everything immediately.

Before I can respond, he splits my inner lips and glides his finger in, hooking it in that wonderful area. He pushes harder on my G-spot as I moan again. I'm so crazed with want I don't know how I'm standing.

Each time his hand moves, the beat grows. Soon his finger moves so rapidly I stop moaning and simply attempt to breathe through the avalanche of feelings. He lets go of my hair and rubs his thumb across my clit, causing me to groan again.

He takes me to the brink with his thumb and index finger, then throws me off with a word.

He says "Come" into my ear.

I shut my eyes again, inhaling through clinched teeth as my muscles tighten and harden, stress gathering in every fiber of my existence. My muscles release tension as I scream with tremendous ecstasy. My voice quakes when he stops moving his finger and rubs my G-spot with the skill of a guy who knows women too well.

I tremble as he pulls his finger from my pussy and stares at me.

"Just a taste," he smiles, his lovely mischief driving me crazy. "Much more... ."

As he says, he puts his finger inside me against my lips. My own pussy's aroma fills my nose, and I open my lips slowly to let him in. My mouth licks it dry of my own secretions as he slips it in. After tasting myself, I want more than to be fingered. How else can he make me feel this way with one finger ? Judging by his gaze, I'll know shortly.

I grab for his crotch, eager to feel what he's hiding inside. When my hand is an inch away, he grips my wrist.

"Not yet," he says, releasing my wrist and stepping back.

I moisten my lips, eager to deserve it. I can't believe I'm letting him dominate me like a naïve girl... He's intoxicating.

Paul steps back, loosens his tie, and opens the first button of his shirt while he scans my physique. I feel him eating my nude flesh, and I know he wants more.

"Turn around," he says firmly. As soon as his words touch my eardrums, I look away, my heart thumping harder. "Pull it down. Slowly."

I take a deep breath and pull my dress straps down my arms. I drag the cloth over my breasts till it's about my waist. I hook my fingers on it and wiggle my hips, letting the cloth slip down my legs to my feet.

His shoes click as he takes a step toward me, but I resist turning around to face him. He slides his fingers along the dimples in my lower back and up to my shoulder blades, pausing to unhook my bra clasp. The cups drop over my breasts with one movement.

I half-expect him to yank my straps, but he steps back. My arms move automatically when he says, "Take it off." I slide the straps down my arms and let the bra fall over my clothes. My nipples are hard and craving his fingers, lips, and skin.

He's quiet for a while. I shut my eyes as he appreciates my body and the air around us becomes heavier and electrifying. I can almost feel his intense desire to watch me take off my thong, but he waits, letting our bodies burn with anticipation.

"You look so wonderful," he adds, rubbing his body into mine. My hands travel to the wall and I automatically thrust my ass towards him, squeezing his groin. I moan as I feel his massive bulk vibrating with hunger and want. He ties my waist and pushes me into him while bucking his hips. He's thick and lengthy, the largest I've felt...

I wiggle my hips, his bulging jeans pulling on my ass cheeks. Paul drags his free hand up and down my side, hooking his fingers on my thong and pulling savagely. One tug and he rips my thong apart, the cloth falling down so quickly I gasp.

His lips are on my neck as I grind my ass on his cock, desperate to strip him. I reach behind my back to touch his crotch, but he grabs my wrist and pins my arm there.

I halt when he says, "Stop." We're inches apart, and the thought that I could reach out and rip his top off is driving me crazy. My body responds without my head having to filter his directions.

As soon as my knees contact the floor, my heart starts racing as I fixate on the large bulk in his trousers.

As he unbuckles his belt, I add, "I want it bad." I can't blink because I'm so focused. Slowly, he tosses his belt on the floor and unbuttons his crotch. My heart beats faster with each button he undoes. His cock strains against his boxer underwear with each button he pops.

Paul pulls my hair and says, "Have it." Our furious, lustful kiss is wild and frantic. When he gets up, I hook my fingers on his jeans and drag them to his knees. I touch his legs and briefs, but never his cock. I want to touch it, but I want to poison his veins with anticipation.

I ran my fingers up and down his waist and boxers. I do it repeatedly, never removing my eyes from his thick form, which pulses more forcefully each time I touch it. I finally press my fingers on his expanding belly. When I feel his huge cock beneath my fingers, I bite my lower lip.

Closing my eyes, I tip my head forward. I separate my lips and suckle his cock over his boxers. It pulses against me, wanting to invade my body. Oh, I give in easily: I catch my fingers on his boxer underwear and tug them down, freeing his cock in a moment. When I see it, my heart flutters. He's huge-and perfect.

I touch his groins and lay my index finger on his shaft while my heart races. Slowly, I glide it from his root to his glans, then back down; I cup his balls, feeling their weight with my palm. Rolling them over my palm fills me with overwhelming longing.

As soon as I realize what I'm doing, I bend forward and direct his shaft to my lips. I separate my lips and place them over his glans, scooping up his pre-cum with my tongue.

His hands are on my head, but he's only feeling my body's soft swing. I lick my tongue over his glans as I move my hand back and forth, feeling his pulsating thickness beneath my fingers.

Looking up, I tilt my head sideways and kiss his shaft from tip to root. The instant we lock eyes, I feel my pussy clench-something primitive and wild roars within me, and I know I'll lose control in a few heartbeats.

I open my mouth wide and, pushing forward, wrap my lips securely around his tip; I keep moving forward, his shaft rolling over my lips and tongue as he penetrates deep inside of my mouth. I feel pressure on my mouth and cheeks, but I keep going. I stop when I feel his cock at the back of my throat.

My head bobbles over his cock. I race from his tip to his base, grasping his balls with one hand. I rub his shaft with my free hand and tongue.

He grabs my hair and pushes me to stop. I glance up at him, still holding his cock, and he smiles. Deviously, he thrusts, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. His cock pounding me fiercely moves so quickly I had to open my lips wide. As his shaft rockets in and out of me, I wonder how it will feel on my pussy.

He keeps his hand on my head and lets it descend to my breasts. Slowing his pace, he circles my erect nipple and right breast. When he takes his cock out of my mouth, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I gasp and stroke him as quickly as I can.

I rush forward, my parted lips resting on his shaft as he presses on my breast. I lick his cock sideways, sliding my lips and tongue down to his balls, where I take one in and swirl it around within me while I stroke him fiercely. Seeing him with his eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure makes me feel triumphant.

Paul pulls my hair and twists my head back, locking my eyes on his. He's panting and pursing his lips. "Stand," he says. I reluctantly release his cock and get up.

In a second, he's on me, pressing his body against mine. He presses me against the wall, holding my left breast and buttock. I toss my head back, and he nibbles my neck and lips. We kiss recklessly, my hands on his collar.

Trembling, I start unbuttoning his shirt. Once the final button is undone, I move my hands from his stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From his nicely sculpted abs to his arm muscles, everything about him appears flawless.

As I take his shirt off, he grabs me by the hips and turns me around. I put my hands on the wall and face it, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

As he kicks off his shoes, I stand there and scarcely breathe. I hear his trousers rustling and can almost imagine him stripping nude; I want to glance over my shoulder, but I resist. He breathes on my neck. As his lips caress my neck, I instinctively shut my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and kisses my ear.

He puts a finger on my spine below my neck and says,

"You'll scream," he traces my spine with his finger. "Then you'll beg me to fuck you," he practically growls, touching my ass cheeks. As his words cloud my reasonable thinking, I shake and shudder. Moan, scream, and beg-that's ultimate cuisine.

I echo him, my voice quivering and feeble. As I talk, he caresses my damp leg folds. "I'll... plead!" His finger pushes beyond my pussy lips and burrows deep into me as I gasp.

Slowly, he runs it along my pussy again. He pauses when he circles and presses my clit. It's stronger than me; I groan.

"That's a start," he says, slipping his finger in. He flicks his wrist and fingers me in a pendulum manner, accelerating each time. When he puts another finger into my pussy, I stop moaning. I clench my teeth and scream through them as warm energy floods my muscles.

He fucks me with two fingers till I can't stand it. I push my forehead against the wall and scream, my muscles convulsing with ecstasy. When I scream, he rotates his wrist and rubs my G-spot with his fingers. My throat hurts as I scream louder.

"Fuck..." I whisper, words falling like a spell. "Fuck you, Paul..." My honeyed voice repeats. "Please."

"I told you you'd beg," he says, massaging my G-spot.

"Please, please," I chant.

"I love the way you plead, Arcadia," he says, removing his fingers from my pussy and sliding them up my tummy. He puts his fingers on my lips, and I open my mouth to feel my own fluids. I suck his fingers dry as he glides them in and out of my mouth, and then he moves them around my neck and down my back, following the curve of my buttocks.

I've stopped screaming, but I'm still gritting my teeth. I groan loudly as he touches my ass crack. Gently pressing between my ass cheeks, he finds my anus and draws beautiful circles around it. My body tenses up as he slips it in an inch without warning.

OMG! I mutter, giddy with glee. "Paul,... I'm done. Now... Please."

I can practically feel his naughty smile. He removes his finger from my ass and presses his cock between my thighs .

His cock pierces my hips like a spear and buries itself to the hilt. I don't yell or scream-for a few seconds, I stop breathing, simply enjoying his pleasure. His big cock fills me up as no other guy has before. Paul's cock seemed made to fuck me.

I imagined having anything that big inside would hurt. Incorrect. If there's pain, it's masked by pleasure and hard to perceive.

Slowly, he pushes his cock out, just to bury it again. As he pushes, time fades. Seconds become minutes, then hours. His body on mine is the most exquisite thing I've ever felt. When he pushes harder, I nearly erupt with a shower of groans. His thighs smack my ass so hard that the sound fills the room.

He laced my waist with one arm and reached for my clit with two fingers. When he puts even a little pressure, I scream so loud I'll have a sore throat tomorrow. Worry?

I come at him like a madwoman, pressing my hips so hard that he slides his cock deeper. I clench my teeth as his shaft presses against my inner walls.

My forehead is still pushed against the wall as I orgasm perfectly. Before the climax has dissipated, he's pistoning into me again, his body moving so perfectly that I wish he'd keep going forever.

God... I mumble to no one as my arms weaken and I lean against the wall. Still with his fingers on my clit, he circles it quickly, electrifying my entire body.

"Come for me, Arcadia," he urges me. "Do... Don't hesitate. " I hiss between clinched teeth as my body convulses. I'm fatigued, yet I want more.

"More." As he removes his cock from my pussy, I implore him. "More..."

"Don't worry, I'm not done," he replies, grabbing my waist and spinning me around. I spin around and our eyes meet. From now on, I won't have to beg him to fuck me.

He quickly inserts one hand under my right buttock and compels me to elevate my leg. I tie it around his waist and over his ass, and he comes readily, holding my other buttock and hoisting me up. Crossing my knees behind his back, I throw my arms over his shoulders as he bends his cock toward my pussy. He thrusts with a passionate smile, his cock separating my lips in a blink.

This time he doesn't develop the rhythm-he goes all in from the start, swinging his hips so fast it's hard to tell whether he's thrusting in or out. Our tongues struggle while our bodies move in a sinful and lustful dance.