Page 5 of Deadly Panther's Fake Fiancée

He pulls away but thankfully, my hands are right against him and his shirt is halfway down my forearms so I just move with him. “You don’t want to talk?” he asks.

“Not yet,” I say. It’s not the most confident and sexually assured thing I could possibly say but it isn’t too shabby, I think.

Just on the off chance he doesn’t understand that the reason I don’t want to talk right now is that I have other things I definitely want to do, I lift myself up and kiss his throat and his neck. “We can talk after,” I say. Okay, now I feel really… empowered. Yeah, that’s it. I feel so empowered and sexually…

Who the hell am I kidding? I feel awkward and worried that he’s not going to go for it. Damn it all, I’m really desperate for him to go for it!

His hands slide down and it’s just glorious when one reaches the small of my back and the other keeps moving down so he takes hold of my ass cheek. “All right,” he says, “we can talk after but first, they’re in town for two weeks. Can you please keep pretending until they’re gone? Please? I don’t mean I… I mean, I…” He kisses me aggressively.

I almost start laughing because I realize he does that because he’s suddenly worried I’ll think he meant he was going to screw me but only if I agree to keep up the charade. I don’t think that’swhat he meant at all, of course, but it’s a kind of sexy thing, you know, the thought that I can kind of make a guy like him my sex toy because he needs a favor.

And then, he lifts me up as he kisses me, and if I have any illusions at all about him being the toy and not me, they disappear when he takes control.He lifts me enough to get me into the house. He can’t really lift me because my arms are still kind of tangled up in his shirt, but he manages to get us shuffling backwards.

We move back further into the house and to my living room. At least, I think it’s my living room. My sense of direction and location is messed up right now since I’m kissing this guy non-stop and not really focusing on anything else.

I feel the backs of my legs bump into my couch and then, Isaac kind of untangles me from his shirt and his body. I stand there as his hands move over me, grabbing my dress from the bottom and lifting it up and over my head. My bra follows, and just his hands brushing over my nipples makes me gasp.

Finally, he pulls my panties down and off. He kisses me gently all along my legs and I don’t know how I manage to stay upright. It does make it easier, I’m sure, as he gives me a small push so that I land on the couch. I’m now completely naked and staring up at him.

He starts to undress, and wow, my body just heats up as I watch his clothing fall away. He is definitely a perfect fit for all those stereotypes of firefighters. His body is toned and sleek. His muscles actually ripple with his movements.

Look, if I seem like I’m getting a bit flowery with my language here, you have to understand that the last male I got close to was a still developing teenager. I mean, he was in shape and all but he didn’t have the definition and the bulk and the?—

Holy crap!

He’s huge!

When he pushes his pants down and then his briefs, steps out of them and straightens back up, all I can think of is that my high school guy definitely didn’t have that! Isaac’s cock seems impossibly large, like porn star large but like the porn star with the biggest and thickest cock or something. My eyes can’t seem to drift away from it.

I slide off the couch to my knees, entranced. I know that seems a very weird way to say that I’m about to give Isaac a blowjob, but it’s like I can’t think of anything else. And I want to get closer. I mean, I just want to touch it, kiss it, run my hands over it.

I don’t know if any other woman has felt so physically drawn to a man that she just practically centers her whole universe on his shaft, but I don’t particularly care what other women would do right now. I’m going to give the most amazing blow job ever in the history of blow jobs.

Okay, still a bit much, but you get the point.

I bring my hand up and start stroking him. The moment I touch him, he groans, low and long. It kind of vibrates through him to me, and it sends a thrill straight to my pussy. So, as I start to kiss and lick the head of his cock, I slip a hand between my legs and start to play with myself.

I get my hand moving more rhythmically on him as I move deeper. I do my best to relax my whole body and open my mouth even more. His groans get louder and come from somewhere down in his gut, and I feel them vibrate pleasantly through me. It makes me moan around his cock in answer.

I’m really excited now, and I pick up the speed. My fingers move faster on myself as well. I start to think that this is how things are going to finish and, really, that wouldn’t be too bad for the first time, I guess.But then Isaac moves back enough to pull his cock from my mouth and, before I can protest and crawl afterhim, he gets down on the floor. He lays next to me on the shaggy area rug and pulls me on top of him.

He does all that so quickly that I can’t react.

I suck in my breath, expecting that huge monster to thrust deep into my very ready pussy. My pussy is ready but my mind isn’t yet! That’s not what happens, though. Instead, he turns me around on top of him so I’m straddling his shoulders and his hand on the back of my hand pushes my face back down to his cock.

And just as I open my mouth and take his cock in, he grabs my hips and pulls me down so that my pussy presses hard on his waiting mouth. His tongue thrusts into me and starts to move and I howl.Of course, it’s all muffled and incoherent sound with his dick in my mouth. I get my own mouth busy.I move my tongue and move my lips up and down as fast as I can.

Isaac moves his tongue to my clit and I can’t believe the amount of sensation that just rockets through me. I feel instantly overloaded, but I want more. It’s just crazy!I have to concentrate to do anything where he’s concerned but I suck and move my mouth on him again, fighting to go deeper.

I keep getting shocked by the slightest movement Isaac makes. He uses his lips to nibble my little button and then, he sucks on it hard and I can’t control any part of me.I’m getting closer and closer, and, at the same time, I’m fighting to give his cock some equal attention. I suck more hungrily, moan more loudly, and lick more… well, whatever it is to lick more.

And then, Isaac moves his tongue rapidly over my clit while sucking on it. That double hit sends me over the edge and I scream as my orgasm takes me. Screaming opens my mouth more widely so when I do, his cock slides right into my throat. My scream disappears as he fills my throat and my eyes bug out from the shock.

We hold that position as my orgasm rolls through me in waves. Each hit makes his cock somehow slip a bit deeper. I don’t know how it’s happening, but it is.

Chapter Four

Katrina

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