Chapter 3: Sarah visits Mark the Second Time
A couple days had passed and Mark was sitting in his apartment. He had been expecting a call from Sara, but none came. He was just about to pour himself a glass of wine when there was a sudden, sharp knock at the door. He frowned, setting the bottle down and making his way to the entrance. He wasn't expecting anyone, and Sara never just showed up unannounced. He opened the door, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Sara," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open as he stared at her. He could see the outline of her panties through the thin fabric of her skirt, and it was all he could do to keep from staring. He had missed her, missed the way she looked at him, the way she made him feel alive.
The door swung shut behind her with a soft *thud*, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. She didn’t wait for an invitation. She walked to the couch, her red hair swaying with each step, her muscles rippling beneath her skin as she moved with a predatory grace. She didn’t even glance at him as she lifted her skirt, the fabric riding up her thighs with a slow, deliberate motion. Her legs were toned, her skin flushed from the heat of whatever game she’d been playing before storming in here.
She didn’t look at him, just reached up under her skirt, and with a quick, practiced motion, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She shimmied them down her legs, stepping out of them as they fell to the floor. She picked them up, balled them in her fist, and tossed them onto the coffee table with a smirk. Then, she turned to him, her eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. "Eat me," she commanded, her voice low and sultry as she spread her legs wide, revealing the glistening pink of her pussy.
Mark stood frozen, his eyes locked on the sight before him. He had never seen Sara like this, so bold, so confident, so fucking sexy. His cock twitched in his pants, straining against the fabric as he took in the sight of her.
He could see the wetness glistening on her pussy lips, the way they parted to reveal the pink flesh within. He could smell her arousal, the musky scent filling the air and making his mouth water.
"Eat me," she repeated, her voice firm and commanding. "I want to feel your tongue inside me, Mark. I want you to taste me, to make me come all over your face."
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking up to hers. He could see the hunger in her gaze, the desire that burned like a wildfire. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist the pull of her.
He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs as he pulled her to the edge of the couch. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she yanked his head closer, her pussy just inches from his face.
"Fuck, Mark," she groaned, her voice ragged with desire. "I've been thinking about this all day. I've been so fucking horny, so fucking wet for you."
He could see the evidence of her arousal, the way her pussy lips were swollen and slick with her juices. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her, to lap up the sweet, musky flavor of her.
Sara’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair as she moaned. "Oh, fuck, Mark. That’s it. Lick me like you mean it."
Mark’s tongue was relentless, swirling around her clit, flicking and teasing it until she was panting. He could feel her thighs trembling, her body trembling with each lick, each suck. He wanted to taste every inch of her, to make her come so hard she screamed his name.
"Harder," she gasped, her voice raw with need. "Fuck, I need it harder."
Mark didn’t hesitate.
His tongue lashed out, pressing hard against her clit, the tip of it flicking back and forth with a rough, demanding rhythm. Sara’s fingers dug into his scalp, her nails scraping against his skin, sending a jolt of pain that only made her wetter. The sound of her wet, sloppy pussy lips slapping against his face filled the room, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking up off the couch. "Lick it like you want to fuck me. Like you want to ruin me."
Mark’s free hand snaked up her thigh, his fingers finding the slick, swollen folds of her pussy.
He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them upward to stroke her G-spot. Sara gasped, her hips bucking as she rode his hand, fucking herself on his fingers.
"Fuck, yes," she panted, her eyes locked on his. "Just like that. Make me come, Mark. Make me fucking come all over your hand."
Mark’s tongue continued to lash at her clit, his fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy. He could feel her getting tighter, her muscles clenching around him as she neared her orgasm. He wanted to feel her come, to taste her release on his tongue.
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue lashing at her clit with renewed vigor, his fingers fucking her harder, faster. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her voice ragged. "I'm gonna come, Mark. I'm gonna fucking come so hard."
He could feel it, the way her pussy was clenching around his fingers, the way her thighs were trembling. He looked up at her, his eyes locked on hers as he felt her start to come.
"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, her back arching off the couch as her orgasm tore through her.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices gushing out in thick, hot streams that coated his hand and face. She could feel her thighs trembling, her entire body shaking with the force of her release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" she gasped, her voice breaking as she rode out the waves of her climax. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her juices dripping down his wrist and onto the couch. She could feel the warmth of her release, the way it coated his hand, his face.
Mark watched her, his eyes locked on her face as she came undone.
He could see the raw, unbridled pleasure in her gaze, the way her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel her pussy pulsing around his fingers, her juices coating his hand, his face. He wanted more, he wanted all of her.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "You taste so fucking good."
Mark groaned, his voice thick with desire as he continued to devour her, his tongue relentlessly lapping at her swollen clit. Sara’s fingers tangled in his hair, her nails digging in just enough to make him groan. She could feel her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tighter within her. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet," she whispered, her voice a mix of satisfaction and mischief.
She got up, her muscles flexing as she stood from the couch with effortless grace. Her red hair fell around her shoulders, framing her flushed face and the satisfied smirk on her lips. She walked towards the door, her bare feet leaving damp prints on the hardwood floor. The scent of her arousal still clung to the air, mixing with the musky smell of her juices that had dripped onto Mark’s face and hands.
She would be back for the same thing tomorrow night. She would be back every night until he was begging for mercy. Until he was hers again, but in a way he never could have imagined.
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The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Mark on his knees, his face still glistening with her juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at the empty room, his eyes wide with shock and arousal.
He had never seen Sara like that. Never imagined she had it in her to be so dominant, so demanding. It had been the hottest thing he had ever experienced, and he knew he wanted more.
The next night, Mark was sitting in his apartment, the memory of Sara's taste still lingering on his lips, when another sharp knock sounded at his door. His heart pounded in his chest as he stood, his cock already hardening at the thought of her. He opened the door, and there she was, her red hair wild around her shoulders, her eyes burning with a hunger that matched his own. She didn't wait for an invitation, pushing past him and into the apartment, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
"Sara," he breathed, his voice thick with desire as he watched her stride towards the couch, her hips swaying with each step. She turned to face him, her eyes locked on his, and he could see the dark promise in her gaze.
"Did you miss me, Mark?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
"I can see it in your eyes, Mark. You've been thinking about me, about this." She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to grab him by the waist, pulling him against her. He could feel the heat of her body, the way her muscles flexed as she held him. "Come with me," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear as she led him down the hallway to his bedroom.
She pushed him onto the bed, her hands firm on his chest as she commanded, "Lie on your back, Mark. I want to see you, all of you." He complied, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her, waiting for her next move. She stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes roaming over his body, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice sending a shiver down his spine.
She didn't wait for him to respond, her fingers working at the waistband of her panties with practiced ease. The fabric gave way with a soft whisper, and she tossed them aside without looking back. Her muscles flexed as she stepped out of them, the cool air hitting her bare skin, making her shiver slightly. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on his as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his face with a confidence that left him breathless.
"Now eat," she commanded, her voice low and commanding as she positioned herself over his mouth. She could feel his hot breath against her sensitive flesh, and she groaned softly, her hips rolling just enough to tease him. "That's it," she encouraged, her fingers tangling in his hair as she guided his face where she wanted it.
"Lick my pussy like you mean it, Mark. I want you to taste every fucking inch of me."
Mark groaned, his tongue lashing out to drag across her swollen clit, the tip of it circling the sensitive nub with deliberate precision. Sara’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Fuck, that feels so good," she gasped, her hips rocking forward just enough to press her clit harder against his tongue. "You’re so fucking good at this."
She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, the rough texture of his tongue as it flicked and swirled around her clit.
Sara’s fingers dug into his scalp, her nails scraping against his skin, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure that made her thighs tremble. He groaned against her, the vibration resonating through her sensitive flesh, making her gasp.
"Fuck, Mark," she hissed, her voice thick with need. "You're making me so fucking wet. I can feel my juices dripping down your chin."
She could taste her own arousal on his lips as she pulled back slightly, her hips undulating to keep the contact. He didn't stop, his tongue relentless, his fingers working their way up her thighs to grip her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth.
Sara's breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching off the couch as she rode his face, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Fuck, Mark," she moaned, her voice dripping with need. "You're driving me fucking crazy. I need more."
Mark didn't hesitate. He gripped her ass harder, his tongue diving deeper into her folds, his fingers finding the tight, puckered entrance of her ass. She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed into the sensation.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head. "That feels...
so fucking good," she panted, her hips rolling to meet his fingers as they pushed into her ass. Mark could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body tensing with each thrust of his tongue and fingers. He wanted to make her come, to feel her lose control completely.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned against her, his voice muffled by her pussy. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all fucking day."
Sara moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him in place. "Don't stop, Mark.
Fuck, I need you to keep going," Sara groaned, her voice thick with need. Her thighs trembled as she rode his face, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both demanding and desperate. She could feel the wetness of her juices dripping down his chin and onto the couch, the musky scent of her arousal filling the room.
Mark didn’t slow down. His tongue was relentless, flicking and swirling around her clit with an intensity that made Sara gasp. She rode his face, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fucking come all over your face."
Mark groaned, his fingers digging into her ass, pulling her closer as he felt her body tense. She ground her pussy against his mouth, her clit rubbing against his tongue as she came with a cry, her juices gushing out to coat his face. He lapped at her, his tongue flicking and teasing her clit as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted, her body trembling as she came down from her high. But Mark wasn't done with her yet.
He could feel her body trembling against his mouth, the wet heat of her release coating his face. His tongue worked faster, lapping up every drop, his fingers still buried deep inside her ass. Sara's breath came in sharp gasps, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She kept riding his face, her hips moving in a relentless rhythm, her pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing as she chased another release. "Fuck, Mark," she groaned, her voice thick with desperation. "I need more. I need to feel you inside me again." She could feel her second orgasm building, her body already tightening in anticipation.
"Harder," she commanded, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Fuck me with your tongue. Make me come again." She rocked her hips harder, grinding her clit against his face, her pussy dripping with arousal. She began to bounce her ass on his face, her pussy meeting his tongue with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. "Fuck, Mark, you're gonna make me scream," she panted, her voice raw and desperate. "I'm gonna come so hard on your face, you won't know what to do with it all."
Mark groaned, his tongue working furiously, his fingers still buried in her ass. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body tensing as she neared her peak. He wanted to hear her scream, to feel her come all over his face and hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her voice growing louder, more desperate.
I'm gonna fucking come so hard on your face, you won't know what to do with it all." His tongue was a relentless weapon, flicking and swirling around her swollen clit, his fingers still buried deep inside her ass. She could feel the wet heat of her juices dripping down his chin, the musky scent of her arousal filling the room. Her body was trembling, her muscles clenching around his fingers as she neared her peak.
"Fuck, yes!" she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. She came with a force that surprised even herself, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his tongue, her juices gushing out to coat his face and hands. Mark lapped at her, his tongue flicking and teasing her clit as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. She could feel her body trembling, her muscles quivering as she came down from her high.
But Sara wasn't done with him yet. She wanted more, she wanted all of him. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her up, making her his.
She climbed off him, her legs shaking slightly as she stood at the foot of the bed. She looked at him and said, "Next time I come over, I expect you to come up here and get into position without being told." Then she turned and left. The door clicked shut behind her, the apartment falling silent once more. Mark sat on the edge of the bed, his face still slick with her juices, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He had never been so turned on in his life, and the thought of her leaving him like that, so hungry, so needy, only made him harder.
The next night, he was waiting for her. He had stripped down to nothing but his boxers, his cock already leaking pre-cum, his body trembling with anticipation. He knew she would come back, and he was ready for her.
The door opened, and Sara walked in.
She was dressed in a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body, her red hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She didn't say a word, just locked eyes with Mark and slowly walked towards him. He could see the hunger in her gaze, the dark promise that made his cock twitch in anticipation.
She stopped in front of him, her eyes never leaving his as she reached up and slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down. The fabric fell open, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her body, the hard peaks of her nipples visible through the thin lace of her bra. Mark's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his cock straining against his boxers.