Page 2 of The Midnight Prize

A few minutes later and I maneuvered into her driveway. As dark as the night was, the pitch-black grew thicker as I pulled my car to a stop in front of her house. She lived off of a country road that had no street lights, and the sound of my car's tires as it traveled over gravel gave me all the familiarity of the south. I turned off my headlights and exited my vehicle where I was greeted by a vision of sheer delight.

“Ariana?” Of course, I there was no mistaking this beauty, but I wanted to say it aloud. As sweet as her name sounded as it rolled off my tongue, it paled in comparison to this model of perfection in front of me.

“Damian.” Her voice was light and breezy with the slight hint of an accent I couldn’t place.

Ariana moved towards me with a surety unfamiliar to me with the women I kept in my company. She gave me a hug that made my breath catch in my chest for fear that I would squeeze too hard. Yet, there was something in the confident way she grabbed me that screamed'this woman is not fragile.'She wore a dark blue sundress with white floral prints, and as she pressed her body into mine, a sensation began to take root in me. I wanted to make this woman scream out my name because I wanted to make her mine. I knew little of her, save the few lines under her profile picture, and none of it gave any insight into who she was or where she hailed. But in the brief instance we held each other, and as I pulled her deeper into my arms, a growing part of me wanted to know everything.

“You got the wine?” she asked, her voice full of desire and seduction.

I’d left it on the passenger’s seat in my car. “One second, beautiful.”

I grabbed the bag that contained our drink for the evening, Pinot Noir, and a box of milk chocolate. Both aphrodisiacs, but showing a bit of class and elegance by knowing how to pair wine and chocolate never hurt. Gray sweatpants and a crisp white t-shirt were my outfit of choice for the evening. I'd heard that for some weird reason, this combination drove women to drop their panties, and I wanted to give her something to cast her gaze on. With my physique and sexual prowess, tonight I was sure to leave her wanting. She held her hand out and together we entered her home. It was modest, with an open-air concept and a fairytale-like look to it. The interior was done in colors that reminded me of summer. Her kitchen was immediate and to the right, her living room straight ahead.

Ariana removed the bag from my hand and withdrew the wine from it. I entered her living room and waited a moment. “Oh,” she squealed, “chocolate. You know what you’re doing, don't you, Damian?”

That’s the cue I waited for. “I want an amazing time, with an amazing woman.” It was a practiced line I’d delivered many times but it never failed. Being a fighter, I was very aware of adrenaline as it rushed through my body, but I had to keep my outward tells to a minimum. Discipline demanded that I not cross the room, rip her clothes off, bend her over the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, and explore every inch of her supple body. We had to progress in stages to reach the climax I hunted for. Stage one was not to give off the appearance of excitement, lest I turn her off. Nothing shuts a woman’s legs faster than a man too eager to enjoy the moment. I needed her to continue to relax and feel comfortable with me in her home.

“Please,” she teased, as she removed two glasses from her cupboards. “You don’t even know me. How do you know I’mamazing?”

She's playing. Fine.Stage two is patience. She wanted to chit-chat, so I’ll engage her and lead her where I want. “Your eyes. They’re incredible, but there's a hint of mischief.”

She almost purred in her response. “Hmm. You’re good, I’ll give you that.”

“It gets better,” I say in a deeper tone. I want her wet before I touch her, and that requires me to push her imagination before I push into her body.

“I bet," she said and popped the cork with ease.

“Looks like I’m not the only one that knows what they’re doing.”

“I never said you were,” she responded with a sly smile that screamedI want you to fuck me harder than I’ve been fucked before.She poured the wine into the first glass and looked at me with her eyes lowered. She was enchantment personified. “Would you like some?”

Stage three. I knew we’d reached the moment of action because of how hard my cock had become. I closed the distance between us and swept her into my arms, pressed one hand on her back while the other grabbed a fistful of her ass. She gasped as I captured her mouth with mine, and opened her lips. My tongue plunged into her depths as a precursor to what it would do when I tasted the apex of her thighs. I led the dance, and she followed, tasting as sweet as I imagined. I would have her right there.

I spun her to place her back to me and grabbed her throat. My other hand slipped under her shirt and caressed her stomach as it traveled upward. I licked from her shoulder up to her neck until I reached her earlobe and pulled it with my teeth. She ground her ass into my cock as I tightened my grip. "I'm going to make your neighbors mad for how loud you're going to scream," I growl in her ear.

The hand on her stomach reached its mark and I dug my fingertips in as I gripped her left breast. I had a fight in a matter of hours, so I wanted a rough fuck, and I had an inkling she could take it. The way she moaned at my touch and continued to smash her ass into my thighs told me she agreed with my every decision. I pushed her upper back to bend her over the counter just as I fantasized a moment earlier, and lifted her sundress to reveal a matching blue thong.

My breath escaped my body as I knelt behind her and roughly tugged at the thin fabric that separated us until it was around her ankles. Under normal circumstances, I would not go down on a woman. It was their job to please me. But with Ariana, it was different. I had to taste every part of her.

My tongue blasted into her core and found her to be an ocean. I licked and savored every drop of her desire, as her body melted under my movements. Every shudder she gave, served to embolden me more. I drank her until time itself seemed to stop. How long was I between her slit? Minutes? Hours? It mattered not at the moment. I was the artist, my mouth the brush, and her body the willing canvas. I painted a masterpiece between her thighs. She'd balled her fists and slammed them down on the counter with each stroke of my tongue.

“Fuck me,” she screamed, and I took the cue.

I fisted her hair with my right hand and delighted at the groan that escaped her. My left hand tugged my sweatpants downward until they fell around my knees. I gripped my cock, and crashed into her, roaring as it hit the mark.

Her core was tight, and fit around me like a custom-made suit. I leaned and pulled, bringing her head back and angling her back until I was completely in her, then I moved. Over and over again I pummeled her sweet pussy, each stroke of my cock as deep and as hard as I could get. I varied the speed and depth, plunging balls deep and holding, withdrawing till only the tip was in. Or I’d pump long and strong, making sure she took every inch in. I played her body like a violin as each of my movements created a corresponding moan from her, until the ache within me could rise no higher. I tightened my grip on her hair and lowered myself till I was by her ear.

“I’m going to bust in your mouth, so you can swallow my kids,” I grunted.

“Yes,” she moaned.

Withdrawing from her, I used my fistful of hair to guide her down to her knees. My cock jammed into her open lips and the warmth and wetness of her mouth gave me my final release. My eyes slammed shut and darkness cascaded in as I threw my head back and exploded down her throat.

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MY BODY CONVULSED ANDshook as she licked away the residual, an alluring smile on her face. “Shit, woman,” I exclaimed breathlessly as I withdrew from her grip and leaned over the kitchen counter I had taken her on moments before.

Ariana rose to her feet and gave my exposed ass a smack. If she meant to cause me pain, it was a cute attempt. Being a fighter, I’d been hit by much harder blows. “I’m assuming you liked it?” she crowed with more of a statement than a question.

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