Cross. Part One - Sex Stories

Cross. Part One

... pussy, just as he had projected in her mind. Her fingers still twined through his hair, but as he ceased to push his influence into her, she froze. She grabbed his hair again, then, trying to pull him to his feet. But it was too late. Abraham dove in, his tongue roughly flicking over her swollen clit as his hands wrapped around her waist and grabbed the firm roundness of her ass. He brought one hand around to the front of her body, and brought two of his fingers to his mouth. He sucked on them briefly, then spit on the pair for good measure. She growled at him, knowing his intentions. Without pause, Abraham deftly returned his tongue to her clitoris and pushed his fingers into the depths of her sex. Stella moaned in indignation and her knees once again buckled. He had her just where he wanted her. As he continued to pump his fingers into her tightness, he began to meticulously circle her clit with his tongue. He began to once again exert his influence over her, but was met with resistance. The first time, it had been all too easy. She had been so focused on controlling him that she hadn’t even expected a counterattack. Now, his beam of thought met a strong membrane of repulsion. But his fingers and tongue continued to work at her. Every tiny shudder in her body, every small sigh he heard, weakened her defenses. She wouldn’t be long now, and he would have her. Suddenly, Stella cried out in revulsion. She stepped back from Abraham, and cupped her hands over her mound as if she ...

... had been wounded. “What are you?” she breathed as her eyes flashed over him, “You’re no ordinary hunter.” Abraham brought his fingers to his mouth and licked some of her juices off of them, then laughed derisively, “No. I am not. Nor are you some innocent little tramp. You have drool coming from the corner of your mouth, slut. Did you want me that badly?” Stella looked as if she had been slapped. Then she regained her composure, a sweet smile coming across her face as her gaze drifted coyly southwards. “You’re one to talk, friend. Your cock’s so hard it’s practically bursting from your pants. I must be truly tempting you. And a man of God, at that! Get a grip.” Abraham smiled, and cupped his still-wet hand over his iron-hard manhood. “You’re damned right. I’m surprised I haven’t passed out with all of the blood flowing so directly. What say we finish this, whore?” With that, he tugged at the button fly of his pants, and swiftly lowered them with his underwear to reveal his raging erection. OOOO Abraham was completely shaven, and a small tattoo in the shape of an upside-down cross adorned his skin directly above his manhood. He gripped the length of himself and beckoned Stella to him. Almost involuntarily, she stepped towards him. She stopped, but only for a moment to shake her head violently. Then she regained her composure and stalked towards him, kicking off her boots and shorts as she did. As she strode, the meager light from the stairwell dimmed, almost as if the building ...