Cross. Part One - Sex Stories

Cross. Part One

... left to his girlfriend, explaining that he had met someone new, and wouldn’t be coming home. When he didn’t show up for his classes the following week, his fiance filed a missing persons report. Poor girl, wouldn’t you agree, Stella?” Her face hardened for an instant, before once again becoming serene and sexy, “Oh, Tyler told me about her. Always nagging him to be more attentive, always incessantly blathering on about how they were soulmates and would have to stay faithful to one another forever. Disgusting. My Tyler was a passionate, free-thinking man. Do you know what he said the first time I sucked his cock? He said ‘That feels like heaven.’,” Stella’s smile sweetened, then, and her pale hand glided over the contours of her collarbone as her eyelids fluttered in joy. “So what? Men will say anything to get your lips wrapped around their meat. You sure as hell didn’t give him a slice of paradise when you swallowed his cock like the little whore that you are. In fact, I’m sure his soul will curse you into eternity while he burns. Slut.” Abraham spat the last word as he walked towards her, and Stella’s features marred as she looked at him in disgust. The open challenge of his words had her writhing, he could feel it. The blood started pumping towards his member as he approached her, and Abraham got that feeling he always felt right before it began. It began below his navel, and snaked its way upwards into his throat, he heard his pulse hammering in his ears. There was a ...

... tug in his gut, and he grabbed Stella around the waist and brought her to him, violently mashing his lips against hers in a gesture of open sexuality. She returned the kiss with gusto, shoving her tongue into his mouth and accepting his challenge. Then it began. OOOO It started with kissing, but it was truly much more than that. It was a preliminary battle of wills, a feeling out, as it were. As his tongue swirled with hers, Abraham ran his hands roughly over Stella’s body. He clutched a fistful of her hair, tugging it back so that he could nip and lick as her exposed neck. She shuddered, but he knew she was nowhere near wooed. It was all an act, a sham to make him believe he was in control of the situation. Abraham smiled against the flesh of her throat at that. She thought him putty in her hands, a simple man to be seduced and consumed like so many human juice-boxes. As his hands wandered down to the small of her back, Stella began to massage her way across Abraham’s shoulders. Her hands were so warm, his muscles immediately relaxed a bit as she kneaded his flesh. To retaliate, he grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. Hard. She winced for a second, then purred. As if she hadn’t had someone do that before, but she was just now deciding she liked being so roughly handled. Then, she did something unexpected. Instead of observing the usual pretense, Stella quickly slid her hands from around his neck down along his stomach. She grazed her fingernails along his waist, then ...