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  So I did what any good girl would do; I kissed him back. I wrapped my fingers around his neck, pulling him in harder and slanting my mouth wider so he could take more. And somehow he did.

  My head whirled and disappeared into a fog of instinctive desire. My stomach hit the floor and fluid burst into my underwear.

  Dan was relentless and he ran his warm hands down my neck, shoulders and arms where he captured my hands in both of his and lifted them above my head.

  “Lie down,” he murmured, his lips still attached to mine.

  So, I lay down, the hard, uneven boards prickling my skin. His mouth caressed my cheek, his tongue running deliciously along my cheek bone and down to my ear. Then sparks shot from my earlobe as he bit gently before running his tongue around the shell of my ear. I loved it and grabbed his overalls, whimpering as he did so.

  He made his way back to my mouth and once again we were kissing hard and furiously. The hard floorboards didn’t bother me, I was so close to losing control. None of my boyfriends had ever had me this turned on this fast.

  One of his hands had crept down my shoulder and was now kneading my left breast through my clothing, tweaking and pinching the ever hardening tip. Then both of his hands where there and without ceremony, he lifted my shirt, ripped down my bra and sucked hard, hungrily, devouring my sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth.

  “Oh, that’s so good,” I whispered, encouraging him. He moved to the other breast, lavishing attention on it, biting gently and kneading the mound with his mouth. I was getting ridiculously wet; my undies sodden with anticipation.

  While he continued on my breasts, which were now swollen and hard, with the small amount of control I had, I unclipped his overalls and slid the straps over his shoulders, running my hands down the bit of back I could reach. He was so hard, so strong. Not a hint of softness could I feel under my fingers. I dug my hands into the t-shirt fabric and started pulling it bit-by-bit up his torso.

  Dan sat up, his eyes wandering over my half-naked body and breasts poking awkwardly from the bra crunched under it. As he gazed at me, he ripped off his t-shirt and I sucked in a breath at the amazing ripples of muscle presented to me. He could have been in a male strip show, he was so finely built.

  “Holy shit,” I muttered.

  He reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, then with one hand, reached behind and expertly unclipped the bra, tucking everything under my head as an improvised pillow.

  “You’d better be ready for this,” Dan said. So he kissed me again, climbing in between my legs and I wrapped my still clothed limbs around his body as his tongue teased mine. My hands were all over him, feeling his deliciousness and potent masculinity. He smelt of sweat and spicy deodorant, his mouth tasted sweet and his body felt solid and heavy as he crushed me to the floor, pumping against me, giving me a preview to his prowess during intercourse.

  “This is ridiculous, I’ve only just met you.”

  He lifted his head from my neck. “Does great sex need much of an introduction?”

  “Nev-” he muffled the rest of the word with another open mouth kiss that whirled my sensibility into swampy, primitive craving.

  As though in a hurry, he licked his way quickly down my body to the top of my old cargo pants and while placing kisses around my bellybutton, he undid the pants and hooking his thumbs under my underwear, pulled the rest of my clothes off me in one smooth move. He shoved them under my bottom.

  “You’re stunning,” he grunted, dropping his gaze slowly down my naked body. “I love that you’ve left hair here. I can’t stand women with no pubes.” He traced his fingers through my manicured ‘runway’ and I will admit to shyness that lasted the three seconds it took for him to lie on his belly and shove his face between my legs.

  My head hit the floor involuntarily in reaction to the spasm that shot from my clit to my brain. None of this geeing me up with tender licks; he immediately plundered my most intimate parts, sucking the restraint from me. His tongue was amazing as it flicked quickly across my clitoris, alternating between lapping, gentle bites and tiny flicks I could only just feel.

  I’d never experienced anything like it. Even Mr BOB at his most excellent never got me as aroused in five minutes as Dan’s tongue did in five seconds. I held onto his hair desperately, eyes locked shut and I lifted my hips off the floor to push harder on his face.

  “Oh God, Alex. You have me so turned on. You taste so good.”

  I couldn’t even answer, my tongue had actually gone slack and I can’t recall anything more until an explosive orgasm arched my back off the floor. It hit my head, behind my eyes and electrified my body into uncoordinated spasms.

  “Aaa-aaaahhhhh.”

  “That’s my good girl. Come for me.” He licked the fluid that had spurted from my pussy, savoring the flavor.

  The he was on top of me and he was naked and I reached down to feel his enormous cock straining through the condom he’d put on without me even noticing. I guided him in and he slid into my core; its sensitive muscles spreading to take him and we both moaned.

  “Oh God, so big!”

  “So hot and tight,” he whispered into my loose hair and he started thrusting high and hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and in the dust of that dirty old room, the sunlight streaming through the partially uncovered window, he fucked me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held on, throwing my head back and he grunted into my shoulder while he rocked rhythmically, withdrawing almost completely then pushing in so hard, he hit the top of my vagina.

  I was gasping for breath, every move pushing me closer to another orgasm. He suddenly withdrew completely and lifted me around onto all fours and then he was inside again, deeper than before, slamming hard into my welcoming body, his balls slapping against my skin. I reached between my legs and grabbed them and he gasped.

  “Squeeze them.”

  I squeezed them.

  “Harder.”

  I squeezed harder. He sped up and as he did, he slid his hand around my hips and grabbed my clit once more, jiggling it quickly. For a second, I opened my eyes and was mesmerized by the gap between the floorboards just under my swaying face that came closer then moved away as I rocked with his thrusts. The distraction refocused my mind and quick as lightning, another climax shot up my body and I crunched into a ball, yelling into the gap just under my mouth.

  Dan continued to pump into me, extending the orgasm past sanity. A huge breath escaped as the orgasm dwindled and I looked over my shoulder to see Dan’s face, squashed into ecstasy, his head thrown back, his pelvis shifting quickly and he quickly pulled out, ripped off the condom and giving himself two more tugs, sprayed my back with long, warm rivulets of silky cum.

  Dan stayed kneeling behind me, his eyes still closed, hand on my ass, enjoying the after effects of the orgasm swirling through his body.

  “Unbelievable.”

  I lay on my side on the discarded clothing while Dan crashed onto his back on the floor and ran his fingers through his hair.

  I tried to come up with something witty. “Buurrhh…”

  “Huh?” Dan turned his head to look at me beside him on the floor.

  “Sorry. A little stunned right now.”

  Dan just turned to look at the roof again.

  “Are you going to charge me for this?” I asked.

  Dan laughed and rubbed his face. “Let’s consider it a special inclusion.”

  I sat up and grabbed my clothes.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Getting dressed.”

  “Don’t. I’m not finished with you yet.”

  He pulled the clothes from my hands and holding firmly to my arms, lowered me onto his face.

  That day, I had four orgasms. We’d used every surface of the bare room; the walls, window sill, mantelpiece and evidence of our activities had been marked in the heavy dust. I was shaky, tender, elated and definitely wanting more. We’d only left the room for toilet breaks and to raid the lunch I’d
arranged that morning.

  Bedroom 4 was starting to get dark and I was lying on Dan’s chest, running my fingers through his light smattering of dark chest-hair.

  “I want to do this again with you,” he said.

  “Me too.”

  “Although, as much fun as it’s been, this room isn’t exactly comfortable.”

  “Agreed. Pretty sure I have a splinter in my ass. We could go back to your place?”

  “No, my place is a dive.”

  “What about the Inn I’m staying in?”

  “Too public, I want to keep you all to myself.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “Actually, I’m thinking that you should get the house at least partially livable as soon as possible. Get a bedroom completed, I’m thinking the master bedroom, the bathrooms and kitchen working, then the rest of the house doesn’t have to be as hurried.”

  “That’s a good idea. How long would it take?”

  “With a team of plumbers and builders, it should take less than a week.”

  “Okay, sounds good.”

  “So, tomorrow I won’t come here…”

  “Awww-” I interrupted.

  “I’ll make all the arrangements and I’ll have a team here starting on Saturday.”

  “I’ll miss you tomorrow, then.”

  His fingers gently traced my bare shoulders. It was a comforting gesture and I relaxed. I loved that he was taking charge like this. Having always been the one in control of my life, even when other men were around, it was wonderful having someone else look after me for a change.

  “So I’ll see you on Saturday… unless…” I traced my hand down his flat belly and grabbed his dick. It jumped and started filling immediately.

  “We’ll, technically, I was supposed to clock off at four, which means I’m currently in overtime.”

  “You can bill me later.”

  “Actually, I was thinking you could pay me now.”

  So, I slid down his belly, took his dick in my mouth and paid him well.

  CHAPTER 4

  Dan did as promised. On Saturday, eight tradespeople were at the old manor and they worked hard all day. The old house was alive with banging, clanging, sawing and all manner of noises and I loved seeing my home on its way to coming back to life. The tradesmen didn’t come on Sunday but by Monday afternoon, the kitchen and bathrooms all had running water. Four men were working on Bedroom 1 and by Thursday, the room had four large, functioning windows, new polish on the floorboards and paint on the walls to replace the peeling, dated wallpaper.

  Dan had remained physically distant, but he sent me winks and would grab my ass when no one was looking. So I’d do the same, purposely bending over in front of him, wearing my shirt slightly undone, brushing my breasts across his back… it was pure torment to have him so close and not to satisfy my cravings for him.

  Backtracking the story slightly to the Friday before, I spent the day dreaming about Dan while looking at room decor on the inn’s only computer. I found one room which I loved; a design that looked straight out of a Moulin Rouge boudoir. It was full of gaudy purples and reds, a love seat, an armoire and a make-up table. But it was the bed that first caught my eye. It was a wrought iron four-poster king-sized bed with drapery falling lightly from the top frame. I immediately imagined Dan taking me majestically on that bed, ramming me from behind whilst I held onto the pole, my pussy hot with pleasure and I would come with ecstatic abandon… I logged out of the computer, hurried upstairs and jumped on Mr BOB. It took all of a minute before the orgasm got me and I flopped onto the bed, my whole body tingling, but only partially sated.

  I walked demurely back downstairs and ordered the bed, a mattress, linen, side tables and a matching chaise, paying for express delivery. I wanted it in that room as soon as possible.

  The other thing I did that Friday was drive to town and got a copy of the front door key made up. I figured that if Dan was going to be hanging around, I may as well make his arrivals easier.

  And so, back to the following Thursday and just as Bedroom 1 was completed, a small truck appeared at the gates and my bed arrived. I set to work immediately on putting it together, assisted by Dan. Within an hour, just on 4pm, we finished.

  “Oh, I forgot to give you this.” I handed him the key from my pocket. “This is so you can come any time you want.” He winked at me and he put it into his trouser pockets.

  “I’d prefer to come with you.” He raised an eyebrow sexily in my direction and my body reacted favorably. We were stripping the clothes off each other even before the last work van trundled from the cobbled driveway.

  Within three minutes, we were 69-ing on the bed with him on his back and me straddling his face. We were sucking each other desperately, fiercely, rapidly making-up for the week of chastity. He alternated between tugging on my clit and tongue fucking me and I was hanging onto his hips and responding to my body’s euphoria by cock teasing him with my tongue. He was huge in my mouth and I was about to come when he slid from under my mouth and quickly tugged a condom on. He resumed position and I reverse-cowgirled him, his cock pressing against my front wall. I held my hand firmly on my abdomen and I could feel the head of his dick through my belly, moving in and out.

  I was covered in sweat and loving every thrust, every moment of this. I leant forward on his legs and rocked on his crotch so he could see his cock moving in and out of my pussy. Dan groaned in appreciation.

  "God, that’s so sexy.”

  He was holding my hips and guiding me. I threw back my head, my hair tickling my sweaty, sensitive skin right down to the middle of my back. He was so deep, the pleasure was intense and I started playing with my clit, rubbing hard while shifting where his hands led me.

  “Baby, I’m coming!” I yelled and so I did. Dan lifted me off him and a burst of fluid squirted from my vagina. I was crunched over his legs, letting my body do its thing, the shuddering overtaking and I could do nothing but ride it.

  I was still groggy when Dan pushed me back onto the pillows and straddling my chest, he took the condom off and pushed his dick into my mouth. At first, he was gentle and I sucked his hard shaft, tasting my juices. Then, he grabbed my head and pushed hard into my mouth.

  I wasn’t ready and gagged at the intrusion. I’d never been great at deep throating and having it forced upon me was frightening. I tried to push him back but he held my head firm.

  “That’s it, baby, take it.”

  I was panicking. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. All I could feel was his enormous penis rammed down my throat. I gurgled and slapped his hips and he withdrew for long enough for me to take a breath before pushing back in. He was so strong and for that moment, I was afraid of him. That feeling of danger I’d momentarily felt when he stepped from the foliage that first day was now real. My eyes were wide open and I gazed with horror at the line of hairs that ran from his bellybutton to his crotch as the line came closer and moved away with his actions.

  Seconds later, he stiffened, cried out and came in the back of my throat, his semen disappearing down my gullet. He shuddered and jerked, jarring my open, aching mouth before sinking down onto the mattress next to me.

  I took a huge breath, swallowed and gagged a bit.

  “What the hell, Dan?”

  “Sorry, babe. I got a bit carried away.”

  “A bit?”

  “Hey, settle down.” He gathered me up and cradled my head, stroking my hair and shoulders; a guaranteed way to soothe me.

  I didn’t know what to say, how’d it all go so bad? I was up for some bedroom aerobatics, sure, but always consensual. I lay silently and stiffly in his embrace.

  “I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay?”

  Was I?

  He sounded so sincere and genuinely apologetic.

  I studied the contours of room’s dimensions while thinking about what had happened. He’d forced the act on me and no one treated me like an empty vessel. I might not have been
a particularly assertive person but I did not put up with that. That’s what I’d always told myself, but now it’d happened to me, I wasn’t so sure.

  I just wished he would stop caressing my shoulders and playing with my hair because it was really distracting my thoughts of retribution. It was so damn soothing and comforting. I especially liked it when he ran his fingers around my ears.

  “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry I got so freaked out.”

  Shit. I’m such a coward. What was it with me and men?

  He hugged me and held me, confident he’d got away with it. Stupid, stupid Dan.

  And so I forgave him. Stupid, stupid Alex.

  CHAPTER 5

  It was the following day and Dan was late. I’d moved on from the incident of the night before and was dreaming about my man again and the wonderful things we would do in my new bedroom.

  The loud banging on the front door echoed easily into the kitchen where I was knocking 80-year-old grey tiles from the stone walls. I was enjoying the demolition, despite the filth and dust, and pictured Grims’ face when I needed an extra heave of energy. I was daydreaming about how great it’d feel to take this large, metal scraper to his forehead when the knock roused me from my happy musings.

  My visitor was a woman about my age, shorter and who had the most amazing curves. She had a tiny waist, flat tummy, a buxom bust that was barely restrained in a low-cut navy blouse and full bottom which was encased in fitted light-blue jeans. Snazzy black heels graced her tiny feet. Brunette hair swept her shoulders and forehead with an effortless wave and she had soft-looking pink skin, blue eyes and full lips.

  She was very, very pretty.

  “Hi, I’m Candice,” she said. “And you’ve been fucking my husband.”

  I don’t think I can put into words effectively what my reaction was after that line was delivered. I’m sure I first resembled a ghost and even shook for authenticity. Then I turned a tomato red when the embarrassment crashed in.