Addicted (The Addicted Series, #1)(65)

Pulling her back in, our bodies ground together, and she was moaning as my cock brushed over the barely covered mound of her *. I turned and lifted her up, setting her ass on the edge of Johnathan's pool table. Pushing her back, I reached down to pull her panties off, and slipped them into the pocket of my tuxedo pants. With any luck, I'd have a souvenir of the wedding. Gina leaned back as I stroked my fingers around her inner thighs, slowly edging closer to her moist lips. Bringing it up to my mouth, I licked my fingers clean. "Delicious."

She bit her lip shyly, and she was practically begging me not to stop with her eyes. I slipped my fingers in deep inside, pumping them a few times until she was breathing deeply, biting her lip more.

"Okay baby, off the table, we don't want to leave a stain," I whispered, helping her off. I led her over to the window, where Johnathan kept a large leather lounge seat that would work perfectly. The leather was a blood red, dark and old, and a few droplets of sweat and sex juices wouldn't disturb it too much. The light from the reception was brighter here, and I could see more clearly the lust filled look in her eyes. She may very well be a freak, but it'd been a while for Gina, that's for sure. Either way, I was going to give her a memory regardless. "Now, turn around and watch the party."

She did as I ordered, her knees resting on the edge of the cushion, and I ran my hands over her back. She had flawless skin, soft and caramel colored, and I'm sure she still turned quite a few heads. Running my hands around, I fondled her tits through her bra, pinching and tweaking her nipples until she was groaning and pushing back, her ass rubbing against the hard bulge of my cock in my pants. "Tell me what you want, Gina."

"Fuck me, please Julian. Fuck me."

"Do you want it slow and easy or do you want me to f*ck you like a slut?"

My words turned her on even more, and her answering groan was almost a sob as she nodded. "Please. Make me your little slut."

I stepped back and pushed my pants to the floor, before pulling my tuxedo shirt off. I always wear a tank top undershirt, which I pulled up to give my cock room to spring free. It's one of my prides, my cock. It's big, to put it simply. Gina looked back over her shoulder when she heard my pants drop, her breath catching as she saw my cock in the half light. "Holy shit."

"Don't worry baby, you'll never feel anything better in your life," I assured her. That was my other pride, my ability to use my gift. Sure, I've had women whimper in pain, but when I want to, I'm a f*cking Michelangelo with my cock. Gina wanted me to paint a masterpiece with it, so I took my time, easing inside her at just the right pace so that the inner slut inside her was satisfied that she was being used, while not actually hurting her. She was already on the edge of her first orgasm by the time I was all the way inside, and I took a moment to let her fully adjust. "Now, hold on."

I pumped Gina hard and fast at first, wanting to bring her to that first orgasm quickly. It took only about thirty seconds of my cock pistoning in and out of her before she was burying her mouth into the leather on back of the chair and crying out her first orgasm. Still, I had to give it to her, she kept pushing back until her body couldn't take any more. I slowed down, and let her recover. "More?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she said through the leather, and I started stroking again, slow and sensual. I was just starting to get into it when I looked out at the reception, and could see Krystal take the stage. I couldn't hear the exact words of what she said in her speech, but the crowd loved it, and in the reddish orange lights of the stage, she looked sexier than I'd ever seen her. Her skin glowed in the light, and when the music hit, it shook me to the core. Why that song? Of all the Jim Steinman songs Johnathan had ever bombarded me with growing up, Tonight Is What It Means to Be Young was the one that touched me. The amps kicked up too, and I could hear Krystal start to sing the lyrics that had fed more than a few fantasies of mine as I went through my teenage years. It was by that song that I'd figured out just how wonderfully different women are from men, and it was by that song I'd even lost my virginity.

"Oooh Julian, that's it, give it to me baby," I heard Gina say as I pumped away, but in my mind I didn't see a nearly forty-year-old Gina Aksoy, but instead it was her twenty-four-year-old niece. In my mind's eye it was Krystal who was bent over for me, her youthful body and what promised to be ultra-tight * milking my cock. My hips sped up on their own, and soon I was slamming in and out, my mind a thousand miles away.

I could hear the lyrics continue while my mind saw Krystal dressed all in whites and pale blues, an almost black haired, black eyed angel who opened her arms to me and clasped me to her chest, not in fake lust or wanton need of f*cking but to comfort me. In her arms I felt something I'd never felt from anyone ever before, a total acceptance of who I am.

"We're dancing for the restless and the broken hearted . . ." she said to me, kissing my face, which were suddenly wet with tears. In my vision, her dress disappeared, and I was almost stunned by the beauty before me, not just because of its flawless shape but because of its simple nobility. Slipping inside, my cock almost twitched immediately in warning of orgasm, but I was helpless to stop myself. I plunged into this angel in front of me over and over, my lips crying out in wordless need as I neared an orgasm that, somewhere deep inside me, I knew would somehow change me forever. It frightened me, knowing I would be forced to change. If I came inside this angel, I'd have to let go of all the mental armor, all the fronts and the anger I'd felt for so long. Still, I couldn't stop, and it was with a deep moan, down in my soul in a place that I'd not been for a very long time, I felt my orgasm tear out of me, ripping through my body as my cock burst inside the angel, the energy sending white tendrils through me and obliterating all my thoughts and nestling somewhere in my heart before fading away.