Cross. Part One - Sex Stories

Cross. Part One

... plunged her hand into his pants and grabbed at his cock. Abraham wasn’t even fully hard yet. Something was amiss. However, as she expertly teased his head through the thin fabric of his underwear, Abraham became rampantly hard in an instant. All the better to get this over with quickly, he figured, she must be hungry. He growled and slapped her ass with brazen force, causing her knees to buckle. For just an instant before she regained her composure. Abraham didn’t prefer her composed, and his blood began to boil. He felt that familiar force well up inside of him, but he quickly suppressed it. That would have to wait for later. For now, he was just a man locked in a savage tryst with a preposterously beautiful woman. But he knew things could, and would, change in an instant. He began to feel her presence, then. Her true presence. It started as a small *tick* at the back of his mind, but soon became increasingly insistent in his thoughts. Where before it was a whisper of “fuck me, you’re going to fuck me,” it quickly grew and changed. In a matter of seconds, the voice was screaming obscenities at him from within his own thoughts, “Fuck me, you little bitch! Push me up against this fucking railing right now and RAVAGE ME! I want your fucking cock in me right now, and you’re going to give it to me, and give it to me, and give it...” Abraham struggled for a moment as his cock swelled in Stella’s silky-smooth hand. He even heard himself mutter “Oh, you’re going to fucking get it,” ...

... before he began to push back against the voice bellowing in his mind. Instead of words, he sent a series of images into the thoughts of his companion. First, he showed himself roughly ripping off her shirt, exposing her perfect breasts to the cool air of the warehouse, then flicking and biting her nipples until they became perfectly hard and pointed. As the stream of images continued to flow into her, Abraham could feel Stella’s pulse quicken. She squeezed his cock from within his pants, but he didn’t relent. Next, he was running his tongue down the length of her torso, leaving a wet trail down to her belly button. The image of himself was pulling her shorts down below the curve of her ass, then biting the waistband of her thong and lowering it to expose the neat little trail of hair leading to her sex. He breathed in the scent of her, feeling the intense heat radiating from her perfect, tight little pussy. She yearned for him in his mind’s eye, her fingers scrabbling through his hair in an attempt to bring his mouth to meet her. His head moved inwards, and he stuck out his tongue just enough to lightly tease the skin below her navel. She was shaking then, and he refused to give her what she wanted. She was screaming then, telling him to give her what she wanted, fulfill all of her desires and taste the sweet nectar running from between her lips. He shook his head, laughing, and opened his eyes. His attempt had worked. He stared head-on at the sweet, puffing lips of Stella’s ...