Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book one

"You belonged to me before she came to Pickford's!" Priscilla hissed up into his face. "Four years we loved, played, fucked! I sucked your cock dry a hundred times! Then you walked away from me like that?"

"None of it matters!" he managed, realizing the ridiculousness of his statement. "I mean, Christ, I love her, Priscilla!"

"And me, what am I? Some sort of forgotten whore?"

"Damn it, let's face the truth for once!" Mark gasped, struggling against her as she nudged him toward the bed. "You wanted someone to play with and you had him! No marriage, Priscilla… face it, I was beneath your station! Wasn't I? And the guy whose cock you were sucking wanted just a little bit more. Like a wife – and maybe, even kids of his own! So that's what's happened, right? That's what's going to happen!"

"You're a bastard, Mark Denning, but I love you!" she hotly whispered into his face. "I've always loved you!"

"Your father wouldn't let you love me… even when I wanted it that way!" Mark returned, lying back once more and dragging at his cigarette. "And he knew more than both of us, because we never could've made it, Priss, no way. No way!"

"Oh! Oh, damn you!" she hissed, pushing him back so that he fell on the bed, rolling toward him and smoothing her hand upward along his inner thigh. "You say these things to me when I want to make love to you… I want your cock… I want you the way it used to be!"

"It can't be that way, Priss," he said, grasping her arm trying to entwine around his neck. "Don't you understand? I love her… my DesirЋe… I love her!"

She sat upright with an abruptness that startled him. The depth of her greenish eyes in rage spat obsessive fire down at him. "You're mine, you bastard! I don't give a damn about your DesirЋe…!" she swore, and he felt her hand knowingly caressing at the front of his pants!

Mark made an effort toward stopping her, but she counteracted that by dropping down onto him, snatching the cigarette from his lips and flattening the firm mounds of her firm breasts against his chest, her hot, moistened lips finding his in an opened-mouth kiss. Her tiny, familiar tongue heatedly wormed its way between his lips while her hand continued to eagerly stroke the length of his uncontrollably hardening cock between them. He could have forced her off him, both of them knew that. He could have fought it right then and there, but he didn't! Instead, he realized that he was suddenly returning her passionate kiss thrusting his tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth in blind, rapidly building lust!

His brain struggled, but he knew it was useless… he'd been there before! She was unzipping the fly of his pants, and then he felt her smooth, claiming hand easing inside, beyond the cotton of his shorts, its knowing fingers warmly encircling the now blood-engorged thickness of his long, swollen cock! He grunted into her mouth at the erotic caress, letting his arms move around her, his hands smoothing over the small of her back and downward beyond her slender waist to the rising swell of her skirt-covered buttocks.

She broke their kiss, staring almost triumphantly down into his face, the lustful desire in her burning, green eyes causing them to glow like polished ovals of jade. "You may love your Dezzy… but you need me, darling!" she hissed in a throaty whisper. "You'll always want Priscilla, because she knows how to make love to you… knows what you want and need… knows how much you love to have your cock licked and sucked by a warm wet mouth!"

"Damn you, Priss… you sexy bitch!" he choked, working her loose, riding skirt up to find her lush, rounded buttocks unsurprisingly naked beneath, their soft, yielding resilience warm and smooth to his clutching hands. "It isn't going to gain you a lousy point, you hear?"

She tittered, her hot breath brushing his face. "We'll see, baby," she hissed as she began to slither downward over him, her full, satiny buttocks slipping away from his kneading grasp.

Mark watched with a blunted sense of crippled resistance as she moved backwards onto her knees, wedging them between his legs, her small hand still clinging to the rigid length of his hardened penis inside his pants. Christ, he never should have let her come there and he'd known it all along! He lifted his head when he felt her let go of his cock and quickly begin to unbuckle his belt. She knew her way, every inch of it, and him, he realized, as she tugged his trousers and shorts down over his hips, exposing his genitals completely to her. His towering cock cleaved skyward in its long, thick, rigid state that she had lewdly incited to hardness with calculated intentions.

"Ah, darling, it hasn't changed a bit in the last ten months!" she luridly whispered, her passion-glazed eyes fixed greedily as once more she wrapped her small, slender fingers around its pulsating hardness. "Just the way Priscilla left it. Your new little lover, Dezzy, hasn't hurt it a bit… or doesn't she use it that often, lover?"

"Damn it!" Mark gasped. "Leave her out of this, Priss! I ought to have my head examined – letting this happen!" He intended to say more, but couldn't get it out as she tauntingly smiled up at him and began to lustfully stroke his now rock-hard cock, sliding the heavy foreskin up and down, intermittently revealing the purplish swollen tip.

"Which head Mark darling?" Priscilla obscenely questioned. "If you mean this one… I was just about to examine it for you…!"

With that, she lowered her face above his up-thrust length of hardened penile flesh, one hand continuing to teasingly stroke it while with the other she drew her nails beneath the vulnerably sensitive sac of his balls. Mark grunted aloud to the teasing stimulation, then saw her tiny, pink tongue dart out to lick hotly at the drop of seminal fluid seeping from the little slit at the tip of the sleekly pulsing head.

"Mmmm… tastes as good as ever, too, darling!" she wantonly whispered, beginning to lick it all over with smooth, sweeping tongue strokes.

"Listen to me, Priscilla. I swear, it isn't going to work!" he warned huskily. "You've tricked me for the last time! Don't you understand? I love her. I love DesirЋe!"

"Mmmm… of course, I understand, baby. You're the one who doesn't!" she confidently tossed at him. "But you will, darling, once I remind you how it feels!"

Mark sucked in his breath with the obscene sensations of pleasure her wet, eager tongue sent racing through him. All else in the world was suddenly obliterated from his lust-infused brain but the lustfully erotic act she was performing on him. Chills rippled up his spine, raising a groan from deep in his throat. She brought her moistened, soft lips down all of the way then, enclosing the entire sensitive head of his cock in a wet, heated pressure, their succulent ripeness clasping like an elastic band just below the rim to trap it hungrily inside the hot, liquid cavern of her mouth.

"Christ!" he choked, raising his head once more to stare down at her tightly locked lips. It was no use, no use! The sight of his hardness disappearing up into her wide open mouth increased the sensation, as always; a thousand times. Damn, yes, yes! She knew his wants and needs only too well! If only DesirЋe would, could learn to suck him like this someday, or even suck him at all! Now, she was skillfully massaging the soft, sperm weighted resilience of his balls with one hand, and stroking the thick base of his cock between thumb and forefinger of the other, while she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the velvety smoothness of her wetly heated tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the peak of the withdrawal, the fiery tip flicking provocatively across the split at its end. Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful sight of her bobbing head below, his cock beginning to throb achingly to the depths of his groin. Christ, there was no fighting a sensual young bitch like this, especially when she had your cock-head in her mouth, and more especially when she knew every vein and wrinkle in it.