A quick story...
I knew what I wanted from the moment she walked into the kitchen.
She was the first piece of ass that I'd ever welcomed into my home and into my young life on a regular basis. I didn't love her, but I discovered that I loved having her around. Loved fucking her hard a few times on a Saturday night and slowly all morning long on a Sunday. I didn't care what my buddies in the Corps said, I wasn't settling down. I was just fulfilling a basic need, and more regularly than they were.
Her clothes hugged her body tightly, emphasizing all of her generous curves. Her long, slender neckline plunged into the fabric of a blouse that struggled to contain the swell of her huge, round breasts. But it was her ass that captured my imagination. And all the things I could do with it, and to it. I knew intimately what was under her skirt. The softness of her flesh, the rose petals of her primary treasure, and the tightness of her asshole.
I wanted her then. Real bad.
And I could see from the look in her hazel eyes that she wanted me too. Wanted what I had to offer. Like a bitch in heat. I could smell the need on her.
Sweat rolled down into my eyes, as I casually wiped the back of my hand across my forehead, and then running it back over the precise haircut that marked me as one of the few, the proud.
Her eyes hungrily followed the movement of my hand, watching the sweat drip down onto the tile floor, as her eyes traced the defined lines of my powerful forearms and stopped hovering where the meaty flesh of my biceps curled into powerful round guns, swelling with eighteen inches of power. But she didn't stop there. My baby loved my powerful arms, but she also loved my strong chest, broad with muscle where it hung against a six pack so defined that you could scrub your clothes on it. And I'd just gotten back from the long, satisfying run that had followed my early morning session in the gym. My bronzed skin glowed in the early morning light of the kitchen under the slick dampness of raw, male sweat.
I saw her give an involuntary shudder and knew that she was mine as sure as I knew my own name. Mine for as long as I wanted her.
"You look fucking hot today, darlin."
She flushed with pleasure. She couldn't help herself.
"I'm going to be late for work," she reminded me. She grabbed a piece of toast that was sitting on the counter.
"I don't know why you can't get up when I do," I suggested to her.
I walked up to where she was standing. Her eyes near the level of my shoulders. She enjoyed my muscles immensely, but not as much as my dick.
"Maybe if you hadn't wanted to fuck me that third time last night," she offered suggestively, "I might have had a bit more stamina this morning."
She took another bite of the toast and offered me what was left.
"There is that," I agreed happily. "But you've got the most amazing ass. Sometimes I just can't help myself."
I took an enthusiastic bite of the toast, relishing the taste of the butter as it hit my tongue, and I grabbed her bottom with my other hand and gave her a very pleasant squeeze.
My dick had begun to stiffen when I had first set eyes on her a few minutes ago. My mind had taken a pleasant wander down memories from last night. Memories of a Sunday we'd spent making love on the couch, and later in the evening in bed. Filling her up that night not once, not twice, but three times until my cum leaked out of her pussy and down my balls with each thrust.
She may have felt tired this morning, even I felt a little tired after my run, but her proximity to my body was giving me new energy.
Her short black skirt got me even more horny than my already overactive male hormones normally required of me to be a man. My dick was now raging against the tight lycra confines of my running shorts.
"Is Harvey still giving you trouble at work?" I wondered with my mouth full of the last piece of toast, my fingers still groping her ass, full of her warm flesh as all good manners flew out the window.
I gave her a powerful squeeze to encourage her answer.
Her face was dangerously close to my chest and she breathed in my musky odor before she responded.
"Nothing I can't handle," she said.
Oh, fuck! She was hot. So very hot. She'd been mine from the time we met in a bar one night five long months ago. But at the time she'd been Harv's woman. Now she belonged to me.
"You want me to speak to him?"
"No," she told me quickly. "Besides I know what you mean by that. He doesn't need a visit by some angry jarhead. Or his fellow Marines. No matter how much he may or may not deserve it."
Damn she was cute. And sassy. I liked them sassy.
"Who's the better lover?" I asked her. "Me or Harv?" I pulled her tight against me.
"You are," she replied, looking up at me with those big dark eyes. "You know you are."
"Tell me."
"You are bigger, better and harder," she breathed. "Everywhere it counts."
"Do you need to be reminded?"
"As if anyone needed to be reminded after last night."
I reached down behind her and under her skirt, my index finger rubbing against her pussy through the silky material of her panties.
"I think you do need reminding," I said firmly.
"Marc," she pleaded, "I'm going to be late!"
"And I want you to let Harv know," I told her.
"Know what?" Her eyes were curious.
"How good it was."
My finger pushed aside the fabric and slipped into the hole. I heard the moan escape from her lips.
"So good," she breathed.
Yeah! Hook, line and sinker. She was mine. I felt the dampness around my finger as fluid leaked copiously from that tight hole that I'd grown to love so much.
"Oh, you definitely fucking need to be reminded," I stated gruffly. "And so does Harv."
He response as I started finger fucking her was deep and guttural, something growling and purring.
"The next time that sonuvabitch lays his hands on my woman. I will break both his arms."
The threat of violence against her former lover really revved up her engine. And she melted into me. Her silken blouse pressed against the dampness of my chest, her breasts crushed there. My woman was old fashioned, and she liked having a man big enough and strong enough to protect her. I wasn't going to let her leave my house without marking her pussy as mine. She wasn't going to work unless it was carrying a load of my cum insider her. He arms snaked around my broad back, grasping onto whatever muscles she could get a hold of.
I lifted her up by her waist to meet my mouth. At just over one hundred pounds she was less than half my weight and felt light as a feather to me with the power of my upper body. I was used to doing dozens of weighted pull-ups and my arms had that very morning curled a lot more than this little lady weighed.
In response to my aggression her mouth eagerly met mine. Tongue questing into my kiss, surprising me slightly at how eager she was to have me.
She was in my arms, but I set her down on the edge of the sturdy kitchen table. Her skirt hiked up around her thighs, and I spread her legs apart kneeling down between them.
I pulled aside the thin fabric and exposed that tight little shaven cunt. Dark and dusky. An inheritance I supposed from her Spanish mother. It was flushed and agitated from the earlier round with my fingers. She used her hand to spread the pussy lips apart for me and give me a better view of the delicate cunt. I noticed all the perfect folds of her tight tunnel and couldn't help the overwhelming wave of desire that I felt flood through my dick and up to my head. I could smell her fresh, clean aroma mixed with something sensual and musky and pushed my nose against her hole to breath it in.
Her hand came up behind my head and pushed me forward, cradling me gently and encouraging me at the same time. I adjusted the angle of my head and pulled back enough to let my tongue slither along the cavity. The taste of her juice flooded my tongue like an elixir and I dove back in with increased power. First short full strokes and then longer, lapping at her like a dog. Finally after much enjoyment on both our parts, bringing my whole mouth to bear on her flesh, sucking on her with abandon. She enjoyed this best of all, and I knew it would make her cum. She loved my long tongue pushing inside her where my cock had been, and would be again very shortly.
"Fuck!" she moaned. "Eat my pussy baby. Eat it! Eat it!"
I didn't need to be told twice as she stoked my thick corded neck and shoulders, occasionally running a hand down the length of my stubbled cheek. And all the while pushing me against her flesh if I wasn't doing my job hard enough.
My hands caressed her smooth thighs as I kept her stationary on the table.
