Kratos Marc
Favoured Frenzy
He watched her from across the room, his eyes fixed on every move she made. The party buzzed around them, but he only saw her. She stood near the window in that tight black dress, the fabric hugging her curves like it was made for her body alone. The dim lights caught the shine on her skin, and he felt his cock twitch just looking at her.
She laughed at something someone said, tilting her head back, and the sight of her throat exposed made his mouth water. He wanted to lick that spot, bite it, mark it as his. Every inch of her called to him. He had been obsessed with her for months now, thinking about her constantly, dreaming about the moment he could finally have her completely.
She caught his stare and smiled, that knowing little smirk that said she knew exactly what she did to him. She turned slightly, giving him a better view of how the dress clung to her ass, how the neckline dipped low enough to show the swell of her breasts. His hands clenched at his sides. He needed to touch her, to feel that soft skin under his fingers.
When she excused herself and walked toward the hallway, he followed without thinking. The music faded behind them as she slipped into a quieter room. She knew he was there. She always knew. When she turned to face him, her eyes were dark with the same hunger he felt.
"You have been staring at me all night," she said, her voice low.
"I cannot help it," he answered, stepping closer. "You are all I think about."
She reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him the rest of the way. Their mouths met hard, tongues sliding together as his hands roamed down her back to grab her ass. He squeezed, feeling the firm flesh fill his palms, and groaned into her kiss. She pressed her body against his, rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking at the spot that made her gasp. His hands moved up to cup her breasts through the dress, thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they stiffened under his touch. She arched into him, wanting more.
"I need you," he breathed against her skin. "All of you. I want to fuck you until you cannot think of anything else."
She pushed him back toward the couch, making him sit. Then she straddled his lap, grinding her pussy against his cock through their clothes. The heat between her legs was obvious even with the layers between them. He grabbed her hips, guiding her movements as she rocked against him.
Her dress rode up as she moved, and he slid his hand between her thighs. His fingers found the wet spot on her panties, and he rubbed her clit through the thin fabric. She moaned, rolling her hips harder. He pushed the panties aside and slid two fingers into her pussy, feeling how tight and slick she was.
"Fuck, you are so wet for me," he said, pumping his fingers in and out. She rode his hand, her breath coming faster. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her thighs shake.
She reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. It was thick and hard, the head already slick with precum. She stroked him slowly, thumb circling the tip, while he kept fingering her.
"I want this inside me," she whispered, lifting up slightly. He pulled his fingers out and helped her position herself. She sank down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch until he was buried deep in her pussy.
They both groaned at the feeling. She was so tight around him, gripping his cock like she never wanted to let go. He thrust up into her as she rode him, their bodies moving together in a steady rhythm. His hands held her waist, then moved to squeeze her tits again, pinching her nipples through the dress.
She leaned forward, kissing him again, tongues tangling as she bounced on his cock. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him filled the room. He could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around him.
"Come for me," he urged, thrusting harder. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."
She did, her orgasm hitting hard. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing as she moaned his name. The feeling pushed him over the edge too. He came deep inside her, filling her with his cum, his cock twitching with each spurt.
Even after they finished, he did not pull out. He held her close, still buried in her, kissing her neck and shoulders. This was what he wanted. All of her. Completely. And he knew he would never stop wanting more.
She laughed at something someone said, tilting her head back, and the sight of her throat exposed made his mouth water. He wanted to lick that spot, bite it, mark it as his. Every inch of her called to him. He had been obsessed with her for months now, thinking about her constantly, dreaming about the moment he could finally have her completely.
She caught his stare and smiled, that knowing little smirk that said she knew exactly what she did to him. She turned slightly, giving him a better view of how the dress clung to her ass, how the neckline dipped low enough to show the swell of her breasts. His hands clenched at his sides. He needed to touch her, to feel that soft skin under his fingers.
When she excused herself and walked toward the hallway, he followed without thinking. The music faded behind them as she slipped into a quieter room. She knew he was there. She always knew. When she turned to face him, her eyes were dark with the same hunger he felt.
"You have been staring at me all night," she said, her voice low.
"I cannot help it," he answered, stepping closer. "You are all I think about."
She reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him the rest of the way. Their mouths met hard, tongues sliding together as his hands roamed down her back to grab her ass. He squeezed, feeling the firm flesh fill his palms, and groaned into her kiss. She pressed her body against his, rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking at the spot that made her gasp. His hands moved up to cup her breasts through the dress, thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they stiffened under his touch. She arched into him, wanting more.
"I need you," he breathed against her skin. "All of you. I want to fuck you until you cannot think of anything else."
She pushed him back toward the couch, making him sit. Then she straddled his lap, grinding her pussy against his cock through their clothes. The heat between her legs was obvious even with the layers between them. He grabbed her hips, guiding her movements as she rocked against him.
Her dress rode up as she moved, and he slid his hand between her thighs. His fingers found the wet spot on her panties, and he rubbed her clit through the thin fabric. She moaned, rolling her hips harder. He pushed the panties aside and slid two fingers into her pussy, feeling how tight and slick she was.
"Fuck, you are so wet for me," he said, pumping his fingers in and out. She rode his hand, her breath coming faster. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her thighs shake.
She reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. It was thick and hard, the head already slick with precum. She stroked him slowly, thumb circling the tip, while he kept fingering her.
"I want this inside me," she whispered, lifting up slightly. He pulled his fingers out and helped her position herself. She sank down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch until he was buried deep in her pussy.
They both groaned at the feeling. She was so tight around him, gripping his cock like she never wanted to let go. He thrust up into her as she rode him, their bodies moving together in a steady rhythm. His hands held her waist, then moved to squeeze her tits again, pinching her nipples through the dress.
She leaned forward, kissing him again, tongues tangling as she bounced on his cock. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him filled the room. He could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around him.
"Come for me," he urged, thrusting harder. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."
She did, her orgasm hitting hard. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing as she moaned his name. The feeling pushed him over the edge too. He came deep inside her, filling her with his cum, his cock twitching with each spurt.
Even after they finished, he did not pull out. He held her close, still buried in her, kissing her neck and shoulders. This was what he wanted. All of her. Completely. And he knew he would never stop wanting more.