Property of Desire #2
With Ariana Greenblatt
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Fingering, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only
Mark had known his old college buddy Shon for over two decades. They had roomed together freshman year, survived the same wild parties, and somehow stayed close even after Shon moved to the suburbs and started a family. Every few months Shon still drove into the city, and the two of them would grab beers and laugh about the old days. Shon’s daughter Ariana had always been part of those stories, first as the little girl who stole Mark’s baseball cap at a cookout, later as the quiet teenager who barely looked up from her phone. But the last time Mark had seen her, two summers earlier at Shon’s backyard barbecue, something had shifted. She had been sixteen then, still coltish and awkward. Now, at eighteen and freshly graduated, she was breathtaking.
Ariana carried the same striking features that made people do double-takes, huge dark eyes framed by thick natural lashes, full pouty lips that seemed permanently curved in a knowing half-smile, long wavy hair that fell past her shoulders, and a slim, athletic little body, a narrow waist, flared hips, and long toned legs that looked even longer in short denim. Her skin was smooth and golden from the summer sun, and when she smiled the whole room felt brighter. That afternoon she arrived at the apartment building wearing a cropped white tank top that showed a tantalizing strip of midriff and high-waisted denim shorts that hugged her firm ass like they had been painted on. A thin gold chain rested against her collarbone, catching the light every time she moved.
Shon had texted Mark the week before, “Hey man, Ariana needs a place near campus for college. Can you show her that one-bedroom apartment on 7th? And don’t let her charm you into some crazy discount, haha.” Mark had laughed it off at the time. He had no idea how badly he would need the warning.
They met in the lobby, sunglasses perched on her head, hair loose and shiny, a faint vanilla-cherry perfume drifting ahead of her. She flashed that radiant smile and threw her arms around him in a quick hug. “Uncle Mark! Dad said you’d take super good care of me.” Her voice was teasing, and when she pulled back her dark eyes sparkled with something that felt dangerously playful.
“Anything for Shon’s girl,” Mark said, trying to keep his tone light as he led her toward the elevator. Inside the small space he became acutely aware of how close she stood, the heat of her bare arm brushing his.
The unit was on the fourteenth floor, bright, modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the park. Mark walked her through it, pointing out finishes, but Ariana seemed far more interested in testing surfaces than listening. She ran her fingertips along the quartz countertop, bent at the waist to inspect the lower cabinets (giving him an unobstructed view of her round ass in those shorts), then hopped up to sit on the island, swinging her legs. “It’s gorgeous,” she said, tilting her head. “But the rent Dad quoted me is kinda steep for a freshman. Any chance Dad’s oldest friend could... sweeten the deal a little?”
Mark’s mouth went dry. “Ariana, your dad would actually murder me.”
Ariana bit her lower lip and slid off the island, stepping closer until only a foot separated them. “Dad doesn’t have to know every single detail of my life anymore. I’m eighteen now. And I can be really, really grateful when someone helps me out.” Her fingers brushed the front of his shirt, light as a feather. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching, Uncle Mark.”
The air thickened. Mark tried one last time. “This is a bad idea.”
Ariana rose on her tiptoes and kissed him instead, just a press of those full lips, then deeper, her tongue slipping in to taste him. The kiss ignited something primal. He groaned and backed her against the living-room wall, hands sliding under her tank top to feel the warm, silky skin of her waist. Her stomach fluttered under his hands. She gasped when his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, then moaned outright when he cupped them fully, squeezing gently through the thin fabric until her nipples stiffened into tight peaks.
She tugged his shirt up and off. “I’ve fantasized about this,” she whispered hotly against his neck, kissing and biting the skin there. “Ever since I turned eighteen and realized how fucking hot you still are. I touch myself thinking about you sometimes.”
The confession made Mark’s cock throb painfully against his jeans. He yanked her tank top over her head, revealing small, perfect breasts with dusky nipples already begging for attention. He dropped his head and took one into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive bud. Ariana cried out, arching, fingers tangling in his hair. “Yes... fuck, like that.” He switched to the other, lavishing it with the same hungry attention until both nipples were glistening and swollen.
She shoved him toward the bedroom, both of them shedding clothes as they went. By the time they reached the king sized bed she was naked except for tiny white panties already soaked at the crotch. Mark kicked off his pants and boxers, his thick erection springing free. Ariana’s eyes widened with genuine delight. “Holy shit,” she breathed, wrapping her hand around him and stroking slowly from base to tip. “You’re even bigger than I imagined.”
Ariana pushed him onto his back and positioned herself between his parted legs. As she bent forward, her hair cascaded over his thighs. She maintained eye contact while her tongue traced a path from base to tip. Then she enveloped him in the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. Her movements started gentle, teasing circles with her tongue, soft humming that sent pleasurable currents through his body. Mark sighed, his fingers finding their way to her hair, cradling her head without pressure. Ariana grew bolder, relaxing to accommodate more of him between her lips. A thin sheen of moisture appeared on her chin. She released him momentarily, using her hand to maintain rhythm while her mouth explored elsewhere, before returning to take him completely. The vision of her stretched lips and the intensity in her eyes nearly undid him.
After several minutes that felt like sweet torture, he pulled her up and turned her onto her back. “My turn,” he said, voice low and rough. He slid her dampened underwear down her legs and positioned himself between them. Ariana lay exposed before him, flushed and glistening with anticipation. He traced a path of kisses down her stomach, paused at her hips, then lowered his mouth to her center. His first taste made her body respond instantly. He continued with more pressure, using his tongue in slow patterns that made her arch upward.
“Oh my God... Mark!”
The taste of her was intoxicating. Mark eased two fingers inside, finding the spot that made her breath catch while his mouth maintained its relentless rhythm. Her legs began to quiver. He added another finger, increasing both pace and pressure. Ariana’s soft moans escalated to urgent cries as her hands clutched desperately at the bedding.
“Don’t stop... I’m gonna... fuck, I’m so close!”
Ariana’s body tensed around his fingers as an orgasmic release washed over her in waves, her hips moving against him until she collapsed back, breathless.
Mark didn’t give her time to recover. He climbed up, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her slick folds. “You sure?” he asked one last time, voice rough.
Ariana nodded frantically, eyes glassy with lust. “Fuck me. Please. I need it.”
Mark settled between her parted legs, his hardness pressing against her where she was wet and waiting. He held back, savoring the moment, sliding himself along her sensitive flesh, gathering her slickness, brushing against that tender bundle of nerves with deliberate strokes until Ariana made a soft, needy sound and arched upward, wordlessly asking for more.
“You ready for me?” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, eyes locked on hers.
Ariana nodded frantically, dark eyes full with need. “Please... I’ve waited so long. Fill me up, Mark. I want to feel every inch.”
He pressed forward inch by inch, savoring the exquisite, impossible tightness that gripped him like a velvet fist. Her inner walls fluttered and stretched around his girth, yielding reluctantly at first, then welcoming him deeper with every careful advance. Ariana’s breath caught, her lips parting as her eyes went wide, fingers digging into his shoulders. Their gazes locked as he continued his careful advance until he was fully sheathed within her. For a moment they remained perfectly still, connected completely, the rise and fall of their chests the only movement as they adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of being joined.
“Fuck,” Mark groaned, as his forehead fell against hers, his breath hot against her lips. “You’re so tight... so fucking perfect.”
Ariana clung to him, fingertips pressing crescents into his skin, thighs quivering against his sides. Her breath caught on a broken inhale. “Mark,” she whispered, the single syllable fragmenting as her eyes fluttered closed. “It’s... you’re...“ Words failed her as sensation took over, leaving only fractured sounds escaping her parted lips.
Mark gave Ariana a moment to adjust, while he kissed her with gentle intensity, his tongue moving in a rhythm that promised more. When he withdrew almost completely, her body clung to him, creating a slick sound that echoed in the quiet room. His next thrust came with greater force, purposeful and commanding, making Ariana gasp as her spine curved upward from the bed.
Soon the pace built, with each powerful movement causing the bed to groan beneath their weight. Mark drove deeper with every thrust, the sensation making Ariana arch and gasp as he hit exactly the right spot inside her.
Her small, perky tits bounced enticingly with the force of his thrusts, Mark couldn’t resist leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth again, not slowing his pace as he did so. The dual sensation overwhelmed Ariana, pulling sounds from her throat that were half- pleasure, half-surrender.
Between their sweat-slicked bodies, Ariana’s fingers found their way to where they joined, circling that sensitive bud with desperate urgency. “Mark... fuck... harder...” she begged, voice breaking on his name like a chant. “Deeper... yes, right there... don’t stop!”
Mark shifted his angle slightly, hips tilting so every thrust ground against that swollen bundle of nerves inside her. The change was immediate, Ariana’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open with a moan as the pressure built unbearably fast. Her walls began to flutter wildly around him, fluttering squeezes that milked his length.
“I’m... I’m gonna come again,” she panted, fingers moving faster on her love mound. “You’re gonna make me... oh fuck...!”
The second climax hit Ariana with stunning force. Her body arched beneath him, inner muscles contracting around him in powerful waves that threatened to draw him deeper. Slick wetness flooded between them, dampening the sheets below. Mark clenched his jaw against his own building release, her breathless gasps of his name testing his restraint to its limits. He gentled his movements without ceasing, guiding her through each diminishing tremor until finally she melted back against the mattress, breathing heavily, her expression one of blissful surrender.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “I’ve never come like that.”
Mark kissed her sweaty temple. “We’re not done yet.”
Mark pulled out slowly, both of them groaning at the loss, then guided her to roll over. Ariana moved eagerly onto her hands and knees, arching her back beautifully, ass presented high and inviting. Her long dark hair spilled across her shoulders like silk, she glanced back at him over one shoulder with that wicked, knowing smile, eyes dark with lust.
“Like this?” she teased, wiggling her hips.
“Exactly like this,” Mark growled.
He gripped her hips and slammed back inside in one smooth, deep thrust. Ariana moaned out, pushing back to meet him, ass rippling with the impact of their bodies colliding. The new angle let him go even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyelids. He set a punishing pace, with hard, fast thrusts that had the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the bare walls.
Mark’s hand slid around to the front of her body, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves still pulsating from her previous climax. He worked it between his fingers with practiced precision. Ariana’s response was immediate, a deep, throaty sound as she pushed back against him with greater urgency. When his hand connected with the curve of her backside in two quick successions, the bright flash of sensation radiated outward, causing her to tighten around his length.
“Again!” she demanded, voice hoarse.
He spanked her harder this time, leaving a faint pink handprint on her golden skin. The sensations overwhelmed her, his relentless rhythm, the exquisite pressure on her most sensitive spots, the sweet sting radiating across her backside, until Ariana’s strength failed. She collapsed forward, cheek pressed against the sheets, gasping as he continued his passionate assault. Ariana’s body responded with a rush of wetness that slipped past their connection, trailing down her quivering legs. Mark gripped her hips firmly, changing to shorter, deeper movements that had her trembling and making soft, desperate sounds as pleasure bordered on beautiful torment.
Still buried deep inside her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her upright so her back pressed flush to his chest. One hand came up to wrap lightly around her throat, resting there with gentle authority while his fingertips traced the flutter of her heartbeat beneath delicate skin. Meanwhile, his other hand cupped her breast, rolling the stiff nipple between thumb and finger.
Mark fucked up into her now with short, powerful snaps of his hips, each one driving deep, making her gasp. Ariana’s head fell back onto his shoulder, long hair sticking to sweat-damp skin, mouth open in continuous soft moans.
“I’m so full,” she panted, voice wrecked. “You feel so fucking good inside me... stretching me...”
Mark’s lips found the side of her neck, kissing and biting gently. “You take me so well, Ari. Look at you... coming apart on my cock again.”
His free hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her oversensitive clit once more. He rubbed in slow, firm circles, teasing at first, then faster as her hips jerked. Ariana’s breathing turned ragged, body tensing like a bowstring.
“Mark... I can’t... too much...” But even as she said it, she ground down harder, chasing the edge.
“Come for me one more time,” he whispered hotly against her ear. “Let me feel you soak me again.”
His words pushed her past the edge. This climax came without sound but with no less power, her body went rigid then liquid in his embrace, lips parted in silent ecstasy. She contracted around him rhythmically, each pulse threatening to undo his control completely. Moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes as the sensation continued to wash through her in diminishing waves, her fingers digging into his arm as though she might otherwise float away.
Mark cradled her through the aftershocks, his lips brushing her ear with whispered words of approval. “Just like that... perfect... gorgeous when you let go...” His voice steadied her as the tremors subsided, and she eventually collapsed against his chest, every muscle surrendering to complete satisfaction.
He couldn’t hold out, not with the way Ariana’s body kept spasming around him, the way she shivered and arched every time his cock filled her to the hilt. Mark felt his balls tightening, that familiar surge gathering at the root, threatening to take him under. He slammed into her once, twice, then drove himself as deep as her body would allow, holding them there with a guttural growl.
Mark’s release surged through him like a breaking dam, each pulse drawing a soft whimper from Ariana as her body answered with rhythmic contractions, coaxing every last drop from him. She sank forward, arms giving way, while he remained buried deep within her trembling form. Their combined essence traced warm rivulets down her inner thighs as Mark draped himself across her back, pressing his forehead between her shoulder blades. He inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her skin, sweet yet salty from exertion. Through the thin barrier of flesh, their hearts raced against each other, his thundering against her spine as hers fluttered beneath his weight.
Ariana’s lips brushed his jaw, tender now where passion had been. Her fingertip wandered across his chest in spirals, mapping the rise and fall of his breathing. Mark remained joined with her as his body gradually relaxed, savoring these quiet moments when their heartbeats synced and the world beyond their tangled limbs ceased to exist.
Ariana lifted her head, dark eyes locking onto his with that same mischievous sparkle from earlier. “So... about that discount?”
Mark chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “For you, Ari? Rent’s cut in half. And free parking for life.”
She grinned, then grew a little more serious, though the playful edge never fully left her voice.
“Good. But honestly? The apartment’s perfect, and the discount’s nice... but what I really want is for this to be a regular thing.” Ariana shifted slightly, feeling him still inside her, and bit her lip. “You come over whenever you want. My dad’s best friend showing up at my door, bending me over the counter, fucking me senseless on this bed, making me come until I can’t think straight. I want that. A lot. Like… weekly. Or more. No strings, no drama, just you and me, whenever the mood hits.”
Mark’s heart pounded harder at her words. He searched her face for any hesitation and found none, only eager honesty mixed with that confident smile. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious,” she whispered, clenching around him teasingly. “I’ve wanted you for too long to stop at one time. And from the way you just filled me up... I think you want it too.”
Mark pulled her closer, kissing her deeply, tasting the lingering sweetness of her lips. When he broke away, his voice was rough with renewed arousal. “Yeah. I want it. Badly. Shon never has to know. But you and me? This apartment? Whenever I can get away, I’ll be here. Fucking you exactly how you want it. As often as you want it.”
The End
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