1. Desperate Reconnection


    Date: 1/23/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

    Marci and I have not seen or spoken to each other in over two years. She has texted me and called me many times which I have ignored. So she came to Dallas to confront me and the doorman let her into my penthouse to wait for me. She thought--when she did it--that I'd be mad. Maybe that's why she did it. Things had been too chilly between us for over a year. She is desperate to feel my huge cock inside her pussy. She needed feeling the excitement of having my huge cock stretching her to the limit. She doesn't know exactly what she thought I'd do, all she knows is that she expected a lot more of a reaction than she got. But I didn't move--or even bat an eye--when the ice cube slide down the back of my shirt, against my skin. It made her a little uncomfortable, how silent and motionless I am. She didn't know what to do, other than continue sitting there, next to me on the couch, pretending to watch TV while eyeing me out of the corner of her eye. Finally, unable to stand the silence, she turns to me, tried to giggle to lighten the mood. I turn to look at Marci, but I'm not smiling. My eyes are dark, unreadable, filled with some hidden emotion that sent a thrill of fear--and lust--up her spine. Marci can see a damp spot forming on the back of my shirt, near my pants, where the ice is melting. Marci blushes a little, but it is dark, with only the light from the television as illumination, and she hopes I didn't notice. Marci started to speak, but my hand flashed out so quick ...
    that she is stunned into silence. My fingers lock around her wrist starting to hurt. She tries to pull away. I narrow my eyes. " Why do you insist upon acting so childish? What the hell are you doing here?" I admonish, before releasing her with a sound of disgust. " Why have you refused my calls and text messages?" She said angrily. I cleared my throat and glared. " Don't start with me right now," I warn. " I'm not in the mood." Indignant, she shot to her feet, hands on her hips. Now I'm on my feet, fists clenched, that tick in my jaw working overtime. " That's what you want, then?" I ask her, an evil grin lighting my face. I took a step toward her and she took a step backward, holding one of the sofa pillows in front of her protectively. She knew I wouldn't hurt her, not really, but she had never seen that look in my eyes before. It made her knees weak. " You don't scare me," She said, with more bravado than she felt. Then she made the mistake of turning her back on me, starting to walk away. The next thing she knew, my fingers were at the nape of her neck, twining in her hair, pulling her back. Surprised, her head jerks a little and she stopped walking. " Ouch, stop." Marci tries to twist around to face me, but I hold my thumb against her neck, rubbing strangely erotic circles against one of her sensitive spots. There is a long silence. She didn't hear anything but the sound of my breathing. Then she feels one of my hands brush lightly against the side of her breast and she ...
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