I Will Make Her Mine

He released her completely...leaving her laying on the granite counter. He stepped back from the counter again. This time, he quietly undressed...leaving his clothes in a ball on the kitchen floor. He stood there quietly. He knew that the silence would just add another level to her experience since the blindfold was in place.

After several minutes, he climbed on the counter and kneeled above her head. He put one hand to the counter and grabbed her hair as he placed the head of his big, hard cock on her lips. He moved his cock over her lips, but he did not push his shaft into her mouth.

He reached back and slid a finger over her pussy as his cock teased her mouth. "You are so fucking needy. You need me to please your hot fucking body. I know you need this cock, and I know you want it buried in your tight, hot cunt. Tell me."
 
When he suddenly released her, she felt bereft. She made a pitiful mewl as she tried to lift her head wondering where he is. The sound of soft rustling clothes soothe her, letting her know that he has not abandoned her. Still, she remained hyperaware of his presence. Without his hands, without his touch, she felt vulnerable in her nakedness

After like a lifetime, she felt some movement and a weight on top of her. When a hand lifted her head, she willingly raised it. At the sensation of something hot and heavy near her lips, she knew that he has finally decided to give her his cock. She eagerly parted her lips, taking its head in, as she used her tongue to tease its sensitive underside.

When a finger entered her aching pussy, she moaned around his cock. At his words, she released his shaft for a moment to answer him. Even with her eyes hidden, she raised her face towards his direction, and answered, “Yes...I need you like I’ve never needed anyone. I want you, I want this cock between my thighs. I want you to fuck me hard and deep.”
 
Me took his cock from her lips and moved down her body. His finger continued to tease her needy cunt. He rested his cock between her tits as he slid his finger deep inside her tight pussy. Oh, he was going to fuck her, and he was going to fuck her deep and hard. She was going to get what she wanted, but not yet.

He circled her breasts with his cock before moving his cock over each of her hard nipples. Then, he began to smack her tits with his big cock. All he could think about was how much he was going to enjoy this long hot summer with her. She would not want him to leave, and he had no intention of leaving.

Trevor moved between her legs. He lost contact with her body for a couple of minutes...once again heightening her want and need, which he could tell from her body movements. Then, he laid his big cock on her pussy. He slowly slid his cock along her wet lips...loving the way it felt. "This is what you want, isn't it my hot pet? You want this big cock to fuck your hot cunt." He didn't wait for her response. He filled her pussy with his cock...pushing it deep inside her with one long, slow thrust of his hips.
 
Elizabeth cannot believe how needy she has become. This young man is playing her body, instinctively knowing what she wants and craves. As he took away his cock, now wet from her mouth, she can sense him moving downwards. His fingers continue to torment her pussy, soaking them with her juices.

She can feel his wet cock, touching her breasts, tapping her engorged nipples, so hard with arousal. Her breathing is coming in sharp pants as all these teasing touches is pushing her so hard to the edge. It is all she can do to stop herself from grabbing him and pushing towards her thighs.

When he was almost there, the wicked man stopped, making her wait for a few agonizing moments. Then she felt the awaited touch of his cock, an erotic wait on her now swollen pussy lips.

“God..please..put it in now…” she wanted to whimper.

But before she can verbalize her respond, she felt him thrust inside her, her pussy so wet he was able to penetrate her easily despite the tightness. She felt her body ripple in a mini-climax as the sensation of finally being filled overwhelmed her.

“Oh yes...give it to me,” she demanded.
 
His hands gripped her hips firmly..his fingers digging in. He left his cock buried in her tight cunt. He loved how her pussy gripped his cock. He loved how this woman made him feel. "You are so fucking hot. You are my fucktoy, and you love it. You will not be able to get enough of this hard cock."

He left the blindfold on her as he began to slide his hard cock in and out of her. She wanted to be fucked hard and deep and he was going to give her exactly what she wanted. His big cock was going to give her more pleasure than she knew was possible.

He started to thrust in and out of her HARD. His cock pushed deeper and deeper with every hard thrust. His balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her so good. He grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders as he fucked her even harder. "This is what you wanted, isn't it baby. You wanted this hard cock pistoning in and out of your needy cunt so fucking hard." He moved his hands to her tits and caressed them and used them for leverage. "I am going to enjoy pleasing your wonderful body over and over pet."
 
Elizabeth had always fantasized how it would be like to be taken hard, fucked so deep you cannot think of anything else but the sex. She thought such things are just drivel porn writers invent to tittilate their readers.

Now, lying beneath her young lover’s strong body, with his thick hard cock splitting her cunt, she is starting to understand what it feels like to want something so much that you want to forget everything.

When he started pushing his cock deeper inside her, the tip of it practically kissing her cervix, she moaned her satisfaction. The fast, thrusting motion is what she desired after being teased for so long. When he grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders, she felt a slight loss of balance that heightened the erotic experience more. And when the new position allowed him deeper access inside her body, allowing him to penetrate more, she wanted to explode in ecstasy.

“Oh...yes...I have never been fucked like this before. I like the feeling of you so deep inside me. Yes, that’s it. Fuck your little fuckpet.” she panted out loud, unconsciously calling herself with the nickname he had been giving her during sex.
 
Their bodies slapped together as he fucked her harder and harder. She asked for it, and he was going to oblige her. Trevor's hard cock slammed deep inside her tight cunt....filling her so good....stretching her pussy so fucking good.

Her words pushed him to fuck her even harder. It was a hot, wild, almost animalistic fuck that he gave her. He mauled her tits as he used them for leverage to keep her body in place while he slammed in and out of her repeatedly. Their bodies moved together as one...like they were made for each other.

Trevor reached up and removed her blindfold. He looked into her eyes as he moved his hands to her hips and held her tightly. "Fuck yes. Take this hard cock pet. I love how your tight cunt grips this hard cock. Give me your cum again pet. Give it all to me. You are all fucking MINE."
 
Elizabeth had never had sex like this. It was wild, primal in its desire, almost primitive in its execution. She can only pant hard as she found herself pounded against the kitchen counter, every powerful thrusts driving his cock deep inside her, as if he can bury himself completely inside her.

With her legs up and the ungiving granite counter beneath her, she can only take. The sound of her wet pussy, her own moans and his hard grunts echoed throughout the silent room.

Elizabeth blinked in shock as the blindfold was ripped from her eyes, forcing her to stare into beautiful hazel eyes, glazed with lust. His eyes demanded eye contact, as if his look can bore into her soul the same way his cock feel like it would bore deep inside her body.

As his thrusts get harder and harder, Elizabeth can feel her body driven to the edge again. “ Oh...god...I’m going to cum. Yes...please...more...I’m cumming,” she screamed, as the power of her climax squirted more of her juices out of her pussy, drenching the still pistoning cock that continued to spear her sensitive insides.
 
Everything about what was going on was wild and almost unbelievable. Here they were on this woman's kitchen counter engaged in hot, wild, out-of-control sex, and she had no objection. She just Tom it and wanted more. He never could have dreamed of this, but here he was living it.

He could feel her ofgasm approaching. He continued to give her everything he had. Their bodies slapping together as he drove his cock deep into her, pushed him toward another wild orgasm. He stared into her eyes as he filled her with his cock knowing she was about to cum again.

When she did cum, it only motivated him to pick up the pace a little more. He fucked her through her orgasm; making sure that the pleasure she experienced was like nothing she ever had before. He continued his assault on her pussy until he exploded again. After the first couple ropes filled her, he pulled out of her cunt and shot his cum over her stomach, tits and her kitchen counter.
 
EVen with her body still quivering from her climax, he never let up. The constant friction wrenched another orgasm from her body, as her toes curled up, her inner muscles rippling around her cock.

When he finally come inside her, she can only breathe heavily, watching him through glazed eyes. She felt him pulled out, and moaned as hot semen fell on her stomach.

She put her head down and closed her eyes. Her body has a slight sheen of sweat from all their exertions. Her legs are still trapped on his shoulders.

“I guess that is one way to start a morning,” she murmured, almost to herself.
 
After spraying his cum over her body and her granite counter top, Trevor released her legs and leaned down and kissed her. The fact that they were on the kitchen counter added no sense of urgency for him to move from atop her. He had not given any thought to anything but pleasing her so far.

After breaking the kiss, he leaned back and looked into her eyes again. "Well, I guess we christened your kitchen counter. We will have to come up with some other areas of your home to explore." He climbed off the counter and helped her sit up. He stepped back between her legs and kissed her again. "It is a great way to start the morning although I think we need another shower, and, of course, your kitchen counter needs to be cleaned."

He took her tits in his hands and caressed them lightly. "I think we should go out on a date. I want you to dress in something sexy tonight and we will go out and have a nice time. However, before we do that, I need a ride back to the place I was staying so I can get my things."
 
Feeling her legs being dropped, she opened her eyes only to get herself kissed. She kissed him back, feeling sated and relaxed after the intense sex.

When he stepped off the counter, she allowed herself to be helped sitting up. She can feel the wetness between her thighs, and the cooling sweat on her body. Still, even with these things, she willingly kissed him again when he stepped closer. What is it about him that she can’t seem to refuse him anything.

She blushed at his comments about christening more places in the house, a signal that this is definitely not a one-time deal for him. She wasn’t so sure about how she feels about that. Still, the thought of being on the receiving end of such sexual fervor as earlier made her stomach flutter.

“Yes...I think we need a shower. Don’t worry about the counter. I’ll take care of that.”

His next words stopped her train of thought. A date? Is he serious? He is at minimum 20-years younger than her? What is he? 22? 24? She realized she doesn’t know anything about him...including his name.

“Ah...you know..this is weird, but I don’t even know your name. I’m Elizabeth. Most of my friends call me Liz.” She can feel herself blushing with embarrassment despite the fact that she is naked and had wild monkey sex with him several times already. Something about not knowing the other person’s name made it seemed illicit.
 
He liked keeping her off balance, and he had not intention of doing anything to make it easier on her. "It is very nice to make your acquaintance Elizabeth. I agree. We need a shower. I can't go back to the house smelling of sex."

He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs and back to her bedroom. The bed was still a mess, and he thought about what happened the last time they were in the shower. He wanted to give her a chance to regroup a little. "I am not sure we should shower together again, because that might lead to something that requires another shower. I will get one first, and then you can."

He turned the shower on and stepped in. The thought of what had gone on between the two of them brought a big smile to his face. The fact that she had not resisted anything that he said or did kept the smile on his face. He stepped out of the shower. "Your turn sexy." He smacked her ass playfully as she walked past him and into the shower.

After toweling off, he walked downstairs naked. He picked up his clothes and dressed in the kitchen. When he was finished dressing, he walked back upstairs, and watched her as she toweled off after her shower. Yes, she was old enough to be his mother, but she was so fucking hot, and she was enjoying what he had done to her. "So, do you want to drive me over to get my stuff? That way, we could leave right from here to go out tonight."
 
Instead of giving her his name, he simply acknowledged her introduction, and took her hand, leading her upstairs. Bemused at the turn of events, she followed quietly, understanding the necessity of a shower.

When he offered to go first, she wordlessly agreed, remembering quite clearly what happened the last time they showered together. While he was in the shower, she quickly used the time to make the bed, the rumpled sheets a silent witness of what had transpired the night before. There is still a part of her that is asking what is she doing, if she is not crazy in what she is doing.

But before she can do more soul-searching, she heard the water went off. When she passed him on the way to her shower, she couldn’t help a laugh when he smacked her. It has been awhile since someone had teased and played with her.

Going through the motions of cleaning herself, and feeling the slight soreness between her thighs, Elizabeth decided to just play the day out. She is still unsure of many things, but so far, if she is honest, she had enjoyed him, not only the sex, but the way he seemed to know what she wanted.

When she came out of the shower, he was already dressed, wearing the bartender uniform he was sporting last night. His next words reminded her again that he doesn’t a vehicle with him since he drove her home.

“I’ll take you wherever you want,” she offered. It’s the least she can do. The words about ‘his stuff’ did not completely register to her as she had already moved to the walk-in closet, opening a drawer for underwear. Trying not be self-conscious, she put on a pair of pale pink panties and brassiere and moved towards the clothes hanged to choose what to wear.

“By the way, are you sure you don’t want to eat something first? I can rustle a quick breakfast if you are hungry.”
 
He gave her a wicked smile. "Oh, I would love something to eat, but that might lead to a whole lot more. Why don't we save that for later?" He winked at her and then went back downstairs to wait for her. If he stayed upstairs he wasn't positive that they would leave the house.

On their way to the house, he periodically would move his hand and brush it over her thigh. When they got to the house, he told her to wait and he would be right out. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, not sure if anyone was watching their approach. He then jumped out of the car and headed up the steps to the front door.

He rang the doorbell and waited. His girlfriend, make that ex-girlfriend, answered the door and gave him a dirty look. "She needed a ride home last night. I couldn't let her drive home alone. When j got her there, I had no way of getting back here, and I lost my phone, so I couldn't call you." Trevor stepped into the house. "I just need to get some things. I won't be long." He could feel her following him upstairs to the room he had been staying in. "I think it would be best for us that I stay somewhere else. That way I am not always under the scrutiny of your parents."

He packed his stuff into two backpacks and headed out. He did not listen to her yelling at him. When he got to the car, he put the bags in the back seat and climbed into the car. "We can go now ". He leaned over and kissed her; knowing his ex was watching.

While they were driving back, he could tell that she was a little confused about what was going on. "This will be perfect. You know that you love the way I have treated you since we met, and you know you want it to continue. So, relax and enjoy."
 
At his rather suggestive reply, Elizabeth just gave a soft laugh and went on to choose a simple summer dress, a bright yellow dress with a thin straps, a tight bodice and a flowy skirt that ends just around her knees. She put on a pair of strappy white sandals on her delicate feet, and stopped at her dresser to put on very minimal make-up - some gloss on her lips and to comb her dark hair.

She walked downstairs, found her keys, and offered it to him. The drive was a bit quiet, considering she has no idea where they are going. She allowed herself to enjoy the ride, conscious of the moments when he would place his hands on her knees or thighs to stroke her.

They finally reached a nice neighborhood with large homes. When he told her to wait in the car, she agreed, but watch with interest the young girl that opened the door. However, when the door was closed, Liz leaned back in her seat, wondering what she is doing. Has she totally lost her mind? Still, it has been a long time since she had felt this alive.

Before she can really made a decision, she heard the door opened again. Her young lover exited with two backpacks and with the pretty girl yelling at him. She heard the back door opened, the bags thrown in and soon he was seating himself in the driver’s seat. Before she can say anything, he had grabbed her and placed a long, possessive kiss on her lips, making her melt against him, forgetting who is watching or where they were.

While she recover from the kiss, he had already started the car and is soon leaving the neighborhood. When he started talking, she gave him her full attention.

Unsure what his words mean, she asked the question that had been plaguing her. “So, what’s next?”
 
As he drove out of the neighborhood, he chatted idly with her. He smiled to himself as he thought about the fact that she still did not know his name. He was extremely happy with the way things had gone so far and he was pretty sure he was going to enjoy her even more in the near future.

He drove to the center of town and began to look for a place to park. "I have never really been into town, only driven through it, so, I think that we should take a little time to explore it together. You can show me the interesting sites here."

He parked her car in a lot and got out of the car. He walked around and opened the door and helped her out of the car. After closing the door behind her, he placed his hand on the small of her back, "for right now, you can take the lead ." He walked with his hand on her back for a moment. Then, he slid his hand down and brushed her ass before taking her hand as they walked.

They strolled through town together. He didn't know any of the people, but he wondered if any of the people knew Elizabeth. There were a couple of people that did double-takes as the two of them walked hand-in-hand, but he just smiled.
 
Elizabeth observed quietly as her young lover parked the car in one of the lots in the busy downtown area. When he opened the passenger door, she allowed him to help her out. With her flat sandals, he seemed far taller and bigger than she remembered.

“Well, we can walk around a bit if you like. I think we should think of eating soon though. I don’t think those appetizers from last night affair would have sustained us that much,” she commented, and then blushing a little bit, remembering what kind of energy they have used up since last night.

When his hand wandered to take her hand, it surprised her. She thought he might be embarrassed to be seen with a woman older than him but he doesn’t seem to care. She noticed a few strange looks, but Elizabeth is used to being stared so she just politely ignored them.

After walking a couple of blocks, they stop at a small exclusive bistro that serves fabulous brunch food. She saw the owner at the counter, and she waved at him. Turning to her companion, “I think we should eat. My treat. I think you will like their food here. Very homey but quite delicious.”
 
Trevor had no problem walking around town hand in hand with an older woman. He was a little surprised with how Slizabeth did not object to his holding her hand. It told him that she was okay with being seen with him, and with him letting everyone know that she was WITH him.

When they approached the bistro, he said to her, "you keep talking about eating. Me doing that to you in public would be quite inappropriate." He smiled down at her and bumped her playfully with his shoulder. When they got to a table, he pulled the chair out for her, and slid it back in after she had taken her seat.

He took the seat next to her. He leaned over, placed his hand on her thigh and after missing her on the cheek he whispered to her, "I am enjoying the day so far. I wonder what we could do to make it even better." He squeezed her thigh lightly as he leaned back up and began to look at the menu.
 
At his rather cheeky reminder of the kind of ‘eating’ he had in mind, Elizabeth gave him a chiding smile. “Behave,” she whispered, as they walked to an empty table. When he pulled out a chair for her, she sat down. He is really quite charming and polite, she thought.

When he sat down beside her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek, she tried not to blush. She is not used to being the recipient of such affectionate gestures. Despite it being a rather inappropriate, there is a part of her arid heart that longed for such things. Being alone for so long makes one hunger for such intimate actions.

She watched him as he looked the menu, suggested the breakfast special, and when the waiter came over, observed him as he gave their orders. When they were alone again, she decided it is about time that they should discuss what is going on between them, starting with him telling her his name.

“I think our day would be so much better if you tell me your name,” she stated. And then, added on a teasing note. “Can’t call you, ‘hey, hot young guy’ all day?”
 
As Trevor looked over the menu, he heard Elizabeth recommend the breakfast special. He checked that out and decided that he would do the same. When the waiter approached for their order, he said, "the beautiful lady will have the breakfast special, and since she recommended it, I will have the same."

He smiled at the waiter and then at Elizabeth. He listened and heard her ask his name again. "Well, Elizabeth, I must tell you that I wouldn't mind you calling me your hot young guy all the time. Also, you know that the mystery of not knowing each other's names heightened the thrill of what happened between us last night." He paused for a moment; taking a drink of his water. "Okay, I guess you should know my name. It is Trevor."

He watched her expression to see if finally knowing his name would put her at ease. He did sense that not knowing his name had been somewhat upsetting to her. He once again placed his hand on her thigh and caressed it lightly through her sundress. "You look absolutely beautiful. I must tell you that I feel so proud to be seen in public with you."
 
Elizabeth blushed a little at his comment that he doesn’t mind being call her hot young guy. There is something about that possessive pronoun, about being given permission to call him hers, that struck a chord inside her. However, he relented and gave her his name.

At his touch, she couldn’t help but respond to it. They definitely have chemistry in spades. Despite being in public with him, there is a sexual awareness running through her, fed by his touches, his smiles, his words.

At his compliment, she looked at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. This is not something she normally do, meet strange young men, have a night of crazy sex, and take them out for breakfast the next day. Overall, this is new territory for her. Still, despite being cautious, she also like him, and maybe she should give him a chance.

“Thank you.” She responded simply to his compliment. “So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?”
 
While they sat there and chatted, he was not shy about touching her or showing some public displays of affection. He wanted her to feel good about herself. He wanted her to know that he thought of her as more than a one nighter. He slid his hand higher up her thigh to see her reaction, before removing it as the waiter approached with their breakfast.

"I am open to anything you would like to do this afternoon, Elizabeth. I want you to choose what we do. This evening, we are going to get dressed up and go out and have a nice time. I want to take you someplace that we can dance. I want to see you move that hot body on the dance floor."

There was something about Elizabeth that made him want her so bad. As far as Trevor was concerned, last night was just a small taste of what was going to happen between them. He wanted to expand what they did together. He wanted to push the limits. He wanted to push HER limits. He was going to make her HIS.
 
It was strange sitting here with Trevor stroking her thigh while talking. Despite the easy banter, the sexual undercurrent between them never completely disappeared.

When he removed his hand when the waiter showed up, she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or sad. His next words brought the ball back to her corner. It is a Sunday, and she really had no plans for the day. If he had not entered her life last night, she would probably be home enjoying a swim and some lazy time by the pool, maybe catch up on some of her reading.

“Well… I really don’t have any plans for today. Normally, I would be at home, lazing by the pool. We can do that if you like, or, if you want to see more of the city, there are a few museums and galleries that I can recommend.”

His next suggestion of going out to dance stumped her a bit. It has been ages since she had gone to a dance club. “Hmm...to be honest, it has been awhile since I’ve gone dancing. Are you sure that is what you want to do?” she asked, not really sure how will she fit in a dance club that is full of hot twenty-something bodies.
 
"Elizabeth, I said that the afternoon is up to you. Don't ask me what I want to do. Tell me what it is that you want to do. If you want to explore more of town, we will. If you want to go back and sit by the pool, that is what we will do." His tone was stern, but not overly so.

He pictured her at a club, dancing with him. "I am positive that is what I want. If I didn't want to go dancing with you, I would not have suggested it. I know from last night that you know how to move your hot body. I want to see you move it with clothes on tonight....at least for a little while."

He let his comment sit out there for a while. He wanted to make sure she understood that she was in for another night of carnal pleasure, and he wanted her thinking about it all day...the anticipation building throughout the afternoon and evening.
 
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