By then end of the night he planned to have taken her in every way possible. She might have borne two children but she still had a haunting aura of innocence. The wicked things he wanted to do to her, with her, it didn't stand a chance.
"—oh my. You're gonna do it. Actually gonna do it!" The babysitter squeaked, looking from Cy sat on the couch to the blushing Teresa and back again. Cy unfolded himself from the clinging embrace of the couch and offered his hand.
"Hi. I'm Cy..." he offered, trailing off so she'd introduce herself. If there was one thing he'd realised about women it was to endear himself to the friends as well as the woman he was pursing, it made things so much easier. She took the bait with a broad smile.
"Pleased to meet you Cy. I'm—"
"Just leaving," Teresa broke in, a new note of jealousy and impatience in her voice that Cy found he liked. She snatched her friend's hand from his and hustled her towards the door. "Thanks for tonight Joanie, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a great night's sleep," she said as she bundled the other woman through the doorway.
Joan just laughed, not appearing to take offence at Teresa's rude behaviour and waved over her shoulder. "Nice to have almost met you Cy. You make sure you keep her up all night, you hear?" Then she was gone as Teresa slammed the door in her face.
"So..." She leaned back against the now closed door, a sexy little look on her face.
"Where were we?"
Cy smiled a dangerous little smile as he sauntered over. One hand reached out and slid around her waist to pull her hard against him. Her breath left her lungs in a little 'whoosh' as she landed against his broad chest. Her fingers weren't idle, initially hitting his chest but then spreading out to explore the solid muscle under the thin T-shirt. Cy had already shed his jacket but, at her touch, even the light material seemed too heavy and constraining.
His fingers spread out over the back of her h*ps as he cupped her ass, admiring the sensual curves before yanking her h*ps up against his. Her breath stuttered and those beautiful eyes widened again as she how much he wanted her. Cy hid his smile at the look of surprise. He was a pixie and, like most paranormal races, they were bigger built in the c*ck department than humans.
"Ever been with a paranormal?" His question was whispered a mere hairsbreadth from her lips but he knew the answer. She'd been too surprised to discover he wasn't human to be familiar with the night-races.
The tiny shake of her head confirmed his thinking a second before he leaned in and claimed her lips. He'd wanted to be slow and deliberate, wanted to take the time to savour this, but the instant his lips touched hers all bets were off.
All the need and passion that had been building up since the night of the auction, tempered and simmering since the incident in the car park on the way home, boiled over the top. Cy growled. His lips kissed, licked and nipped at hers. A demand she open up to him and give him what he wanted, what they both needed.
The growl turned to a groan when she did. His tongue thrust past her lips and tasted her, exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth ruthlessly. He urged her backwards until she was pressed against the closed door, his larger body pressing insistently into her.
"You want this?" he broke the fevered kiss for a moment to whisper against her lips. He was rough, tough and dangerous...he knew that, it was the pixie way...but unlike some of the others, he'd never taken an unwilling woman. "Say no now...or I'm going to f**k you."
"What? Here?" Her voice held a note of surprise but Cy felt the tremor that racked her body. Saw the way her eyes darkened with need. She'd probably never had sex anywhere other than a bed before but he'd bet his bottom dollar she'd fantasised about it often enough.
"Here...now." His lips grazed down the silken skin of her throat. As he kissed her his hands slid the straps of the gloriously stretchy dress off her shoulders. Whoever the designer was...Cy wanted to kiss him. He wound the straps around his fingers and dragged it down. The red velvet inched lower and the pixies eyes followed it every inch of the way.
It caught for a second on the swell of her br**sts, then dropped to her waist. A waist so narrow Cy could span it in his two hands. His mouth went dry, his c*ck raging at the mere sight of her revealed to his eyes. Impatient he yanked on the fabric.
"Take your bra off," he ordered, hearing but unable to do anything about the pleading note in his voice. He needed her nak*d and nak*d now. As she slid her hands behind her back he pushed the dress over her h*ps and let it drop. It hit the floor at the same second her br**sts were released.
Cy lost the ability to breath, his peacock blue eyes swirling dark with need as he looked at her. Stood against the door in just a thong, stockings and heels with her hair falling around her shoulders like a dark cloud, she was an erotic fantasy come to life.
"Uhmmmm..." He managed which, even Cy had to admit, wasn't him at his most eloquent. He reached out to roll one rock hard nipple between his thumb and fore-finger. She gasped, lips paring as her head fell back against the door. The half-lidded sultry look she gave him snapped the remainder of Cy's control.
With a small groan he moved in. Pressing her against the cool wood he gathered her leg over his hip, fingers of the other hand sweeping the satin between her legs aside as he took her lips. He didn't bother with preliminaries, thrusting two fingers inside her p**sy at the same time his tongue slid past her lips.
The dual sensation almost unmanned him. Her sexy little whimper and wiggle were the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. Her tight channel was hot and wet, slick with her arousal. He pumped his fingers twice, his thumb pressing against her clit, then scissored them to test her readiness. She moaned again and thrust her h*ps against him. She was ready, more than ready if the greedy clutching of her cunt on his fingers was any indication.
Unable to hold off any longer Cy pulled from her. It was the work of a second to drop his zipper and free himself. His rigid c*ck sprang free eagerly, aching to be inside her willing body. He dipped his knees and, using his hand, ran the broad head up and down her slick, wet cleft. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, rubbing his cock-head against the hard nub of her cl*t until her moans devolved into mindless whimpers. Then he moved, fitted himself against the slick entrance to her cunt and filled her in one hard thrust.
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Teresa's world stopped as he slammed his rigid c*ck home. A short panted gasp escaped her lips as her body stretched, p**sy lips parting to accommodate his thick length. She'd never had a lover quite so big. She felt stuffed—almost uncomfortably so.
The fit of their bodies was so tight she could feel blood pulsing through the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
Her mouth watered at the thought of it. She had always liked sucking c*ck and it had been a long time since Mario. A long, lonely time. But she was already too far gone to suggest it. She needed him inside her, needed him to fill her. Next time she promised herself, a small whimper in the back of her throat.
Cy reared back at the sound. His nostrils flared and he held perfectly still. Worry shadowed his eyes as he searched her face in concern. "You okay baby? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Something inside her melted when she heard the tension in his voice. So much for the bad boy he pretended to be, she knew better. Inside he was as soft as marshmallow.
"No, you didn't hurt me..." she whispered, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. "But, if you don't move soon I'm going to die of bloody frustration."
Her arms wound about his neck as her lips found his ear. She sucked and nibbled on the lobe, pulling it into her mouth to flick the earring there with her tongue.
"Will you quit worrying and just...just..." She couldn't say it, a flush rising on her cheeks as she trailed off instead.
"Just what?" Cy's lips curved into a wicked little smile. "This?" he asked as he rolled his hips. Pleasure exploded through Teresa's body. She'd cli**xed earlier and normally, a release that explosive wiped her out for the night. Not this time. All the way home her body had thrummed with awareness of the lean, muscled man sat next to her.
"Yes, oh yes."
The look in his eyes grew more wicked at her soft plea. He pulled back, until he was almost out of her then slid back into her in one powerful slide. His thick c*ck stroked nerve endings which had been neglected for far too long. Pressing her back against the door he hauled her leg higher on his hip. Crowded against hard wood by his larger body Teresa realised how much bigger and stronger he was. For the first time in years she felt delicate and feminine rather than plump and dowdy.
Then he stopped. Teresa pouted in disappointment and bit back the urge to demand he carry on. She rocked her h*ps in impatience, trying to urge him on without words.
"Oh no sweetheart, you want it—you beg for it," he ordered. As if to punctuate his point he rotated his hips, pressing his c*ck against the slick walls of her p**sy in all new and interesting ways.
"Beg," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to f**k you and I will. I'll f**k you so hard and in so many different ways you'll never...want another man." He said the last few words with a hint of surprise in his voice. As though he couldn't believe what he was saying himself.
Heat rose in Teresa's cheeks. At the same time her body insisted she needed more. She needed him to move. Needed him to f**k her. Now.
"Yes, yes! Fuck me...please. Oh please god, just f**k me," Teresa begged, wriggling on his thick shaft. Impaled as she was she couldn't move far but the movement provided a delicious friction which had her moaning all over again.
"As my lady commands," Cy murmured, his breath hot against her throat. Teresa jumped as his tongue flicked out, the rough, wet rasp swiping directly over the spot on her neck that made her go weak at the knees.
He surged into her again. And again. Each time pulling out of her with a sexy little liquid sound as the skin of his c*ck dragged against the tightness of her hot, wet cunt.
Teresa felt herself grow wetter which in turn made his thrusts easier until he was f**king her with long, hard strokes.
"Bet you didn't think our date would end up like this, did you?" he taunted, easily holding her pinned against the door with the force of his movements. "Getting a good hard f**k up against your front door with your p**sy rammed full of pixie cock."
He pushed into her again, rotating his h*ps on the last few words. Her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure. It was all she could do to breathe, never mind answer him.
"Look at me." His demand was harsh and dragged her out of her sensual haze.
Blinking, Teresa forced herself to focus.
Reaching down Cy hooked a big hand under her other leg and lifted. His lips claimed hers in a quick erotic kiss before he leaned back. "Look," he ordered, nodding to where their bodies joined. "I want to watch you watching me f**k you."
Lightening arched through Teresa at his words. Her gaze dropped down. His c*ck was buried to the root in her p**sy. As she watched he pulled out and her p**sy lips parted, clinging around the rigid shaft that emerged, the skin glistening with her juices. Fascinated, she couldn't tear her eyes away, watching as he pushed back inside her—her body engulfing the thick veined cock.