Caught In The Act

~Blake's POV~

"Hey, angel, wake up," came a sweet, angelic voice that broke through my peaceful slumber.

I kept my eyes shut, hoping to cling onto the remnants of sleep, but a gentle hand tapped my chest, coaxing me to consciousness. With a soft groan, I reluctantly cracked open my eyes, greeted by the sight of a lovely lady leaning over me. She was donning a sheer bra, showcasing her rosy nipples.

"Good morning, Mr. handsome," she greeted me with a dazzling smile, accentuating her beauty.

"Morning, sweetheart," I murmured huskily, squinting against the bright morning light flooding the room through the blinds.

"How was your night?" she inquired, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest, her smile oozing seduction.

"It was good," I replied, struggling to sit up. "And yours?"

"I had the best night ever, thanks to you," she purred, her smile widening as she continued her tantalizing touch. "You know, we could pick up where we left off," she suggested, perching herself on my thighs, her lip caught between her teeth in a provocative manner.

A mischievous grin played on my lips as she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, licking her lips in a way that set my pulse racing.

"So, what do you say, Mr. handsome?" she whispered, rocking against me with a sultry gaze. "Shall we have some fun, or should I make my exit?"

I met her gaze for a moment before my eyes wandered to her ample bosom, her hardened nipples tempting me. Heat pooled in my groin as she continued to move against me, her expression dripping with desire.

You might be wondering who she is. Well, her name's Ciara, and we crossed paths at a club last night. She seemed cool and interested, so we shared some drinks and engaging conversation. One thing led to another, and we ended up here. That's all.

Ciara's hand slipped into my underwear, eliciting a soft sigh as she grasped my aroused member.

"Your dick feel so good in my hand," she murmured, a naughty glint in her eyes as she began stroking my hard, aroused member.

"I'm sure it'll feel even better in your mouth," I replied with a wicked grin.

With a playful smirk, I leaned in closer to Ciara, feeling the tension crackling between us. Her breath hitched as I brushed my lips against hers, teasingly close but not quite touching. I could sense her eagerness, her anticipation palpable in the air.

I captured her lips in a passionate kiss, our mouths moving in sync as desire flared between us. Her hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve with fiery need. I reciprocated eagerly, my own hands exploring her curves, reveling in the softness of her skin.

As our kiss deepened, the world faded away, leaving only the two of us lost in the moment. Time seemed to stand still as we indulged in each other, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

With a low growl of desire, I trailed kisses down her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. My hands found their way to her breasts, teasing and tantalizing her sensitive flesh. She arched against me, craving more of my touch.

We quickly took off our clothes and got close, getting caught up in our passion. Our breaths were heavy and loud, mixing with the sounds of us making love.

As we continued kissing, I swiftly switched positions, making Ciara lay her back against the soft mattress, then I quickly dragged down my underpants. I squeezed her gently, like a delicate flower, as I enjoyed the feel of her bréasts against my chest. The softness of her laps on my cóck filled me with a séxual urge. To make love to her, to fúck her.

"Oh god, darling," she exclaimed after the kiss ended, "I need you. I need your big cóck."

I didn't know why but I broke into a big smile. I wasn't myself anymore. I was suddenly possessed. Possessed by an unforeseen force called "lust."

My hands explored Ciara's sexy body from her tight, firm àss to her smooth pússy then up to her small bréasts.Ciara opened her legs, and my cóck protruded high above her legs. The size of my cóck surprised her. Although, it wasn't her first time seeing it, but I guess she couldn't help but be surprised again.

It wouldn't do for me to describe how my hard-on looked like. But man, I must confess I had a big pénis. No lie.Big, strong as a rock and long.

Ciara gave my cóck one last squeeze. I can tell she was measuring the length of my cóck, wondering if she could take it all in.

"My god, you're so big, darling! You look bigger than last night!" She exclaimed as she stared at my erection. "You'd be gentle with me, won't you?!"

“Sweetheart, I'm gonna fúck you like I want to kill you,” I whispered gravely into her ear. “And I won't be nice."

Ciara stiffened the moment she heard my words. One look at my face told her she was done for.

"Wait!" She exclaimed, but I didn't wait. I grab her by the throat and push her backwards on the bed.

Ciara's eyes flash wide open, and her red lips part to scream. I choked on her throat, stopping the scream from escaping. Guiding my cóck with my hand, I pressed The tip to her frothing slit, and push all the way in.

Ciara dug the back of her head into the bed. An exerted growl flew from her lips, and she flexed her vaginal muscles around me. I took a moment to savor the wet, tight heat of her pússy clenching about my cóck, and then I grabbed her hips, pulled out to the tip, and rammed into her all the way.

I released her throat and this time she cried out but that didn't stop me either. I squeezed one of her bréasts in retaliation. The supple flesh protruded around my fingers, and the nípple stood firm against my thumb.

She began moaning as I guided my thumb and finger to pinch her. I twisted her nípple and pulled it from her body, and she squealed a muffled tone of approval.

I thrust again, and again and again, always pulling out to the head, and then driving until my balls slapped against her fat àss. Her body lurched back and forth across the bed, her breasts jiggled to the beat of my drives, her thighs rippled with the impact of my lust.

Her eyes bare nothing but submissive desire, and I stare into them with my domineering possessiveness. I sneered at her as her voice rose higher and higher around my head.

Ciara cried something out from her mouth but I just squeezed her cheeks. I grinned as she screamed out in pleasure from my rapidly-driving cock.

Ciara's eyes are starting to roll back in her head, and her jaw is slackening. I took my hand off her mouth and listen to the sweet chorus of her desperate, moaning breaths. They were growing faster and shorter, until they were nothing but pants mixing with squeals.

I grabbed her other bréasts and pinched the free nipple, fúcking her faster and faster, harder and harder, until our pelvises were smacking together in fury of slapping blasts. To be honest, It was crazy, and the bed was shaking dangerously.

I growled and plowed into her harder and harder, not caring if I was hurting her, but hoping I was. My cóck drove through her tight wetness; parting her inner resistances and breaking her in.

She was thrashing now. Her screams were rough and exerted, as though she was in the midst of great physical strain. Then I thrust one last time.

Her entire back arched from the table, her shoulders pinned back, and her thighs locked around my hips. A single, breathless sound passed her gaping lips, and then she squirted all over me.

I blasted my cúm inside her with a throaty roar, and collapsed on top of her as she finally found her voice. She screamed out her satisfaction, and dug her nails into my back as she was taken by it.

I drove the last bit of myself into her, and her scream subsided to a whimper. We breathed heavily on the bed for a moment, and then looked into each other’s eyes.

"Holy shít,” she whispered, “that was the second best I’ve ever had. I can't believe you're solo good at this. Men like you are hard to find this days."

I chuckled softly, "Thanks for the compliment, Ciara. You were not bad yourself."

Ciara sat upright, and she gave me a serious look. "Blake," she began, fiddling with her fingers. "This thing we just had, I would love us to do it more often since you don't have a girlfriend."

"I'm sorry, Ciara but that won't possible," I sat upright, and Ciara arched her brows questioningly at her.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because... because I don't want it to be possible," I replied. "Me, you, having sex more often, it won't be possible because I don't want it to be possible."

"Why?" She asked, her eyes become teary. "Why don't you want to have sex with me more often? Am I had at having sex? Is my coochie not sweet enough for you?"

"No, not at all." I replied, shaking my head.

"Then why?" She raised her voice a bit. "What else could stop you from having sex with me more often, huh? You told me you felt a connection between us, and you also told me you're single, so I see no reason why we shouldn't be able to do this more often."

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts before responding to Ciara's heartfelt questions.

"It's not about you, Ciara," I began, my voice gentle but firm. "You're amazing, and the connection we share is real. But... I'm not ready for something more than this."

Ciara's eyes searched mine, her expression a mix of confusion and hurt. "What do you mean, Blake? What aren't you ready for?"

I hesitated, grappling with how to explain without hurting her further. "I'm not ready for a committed relationship," I admitted, my gaze dropping to my hands. "I thought I was, but... I'm still figuring things out, and I don't want to lead you on."

Tears welled in Ciara's eyes as she processed my words. "So, what? You just want to keep hooking up casually?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

I reached out to cup her cheek, my thumb wiping away a stray tear. "No, Ciara, that's not what I want either," I said softly. "I care about you, and I don't want to hurt you. I think it's best if we... if we just leave things as they are."

Ciara sniffled, nodding slowly as she absorbed my words. "Is that what you think?" she whispered, though the pain in her eyes was evident. "You think it's best if we just leave things as they are after you told me you love me and fucked me?"

"No, you're getting me wrong," I replied, trying not to raise my voice at her.

"Oh, so now, you think I'm getting you wrong, huh?" She asked with a sarcastic tone. "You see, I thought we had something special... but I guess I was fool to think that we had something special. After all, we met last night and I fell for you right away. I believed your words and had sex with you, and now you're telling me shit? Fuck you!"

As I tried to speak, the bedroom door opened unannounced, and my eyes widened in shock when I saw the person who stepped inside the room.

"Oh, no, why the fuck did she have to come now?" I muttered, unable to believe my eyes as I gazed at the person who just walked inside the room.