I Am A Wild Cat

Bianca's POV

It was past midnight and I had just returned from a colleague's birthday party. I might have had too much to drink because I was completely out of control. I was so randy, it felt like my insides were on fire. They were burning with so much intensity I couldn't bear it anymore. And I didn't have to, not at all. Not when I had my big boy toys with me.

The moment I got home and came out of my car, I grabbed one of my bodyguards, Steve by the collar and he followed quietly like an obedient puppy. It was evident he knew what was going to happen, he knew he was going to get a delicious treat tonight – the most delicious he'd ever had. And I bet he must have anticipated this incredible moment since the first and last time we got down and dirty in a hotel a few weeks ago.

I could tell because his eyes darkened with fiery lust and desire and his cock was practically begging to be freed from its wicked confines as it bulged rock-hard against his pants. Boy, that thing was a master driller. It was thick and so thrilling to take in. I vividly remembered how Steve drove it all the way in my hole fast and furiously like he was Dominic Toretto behind the wheels or even better.

I hadn't fucked any man in a pretty long while as I had been busy with photo shoots, high fashion campaigns and editorials during the past few days but now I was dying to make somebody's son beg me to fuck him and scream my name. This hot body of mine could use some good pounding too.

It's no news that I was a wild cat and a sex kitten. My libido was over the top so my sex life was very active and far from boring. I didn't feel the need to be in a love relationship with any man though. Bianca Davies was too breathtakingly beautiful to be tied down to a man or be called someone's girlfriend. I was way more than that. No man was worth it.

Men were all nothing but tools with which I satisfied my sexual needs. And any man who got a taste of all this delicious goodness was one lucky bastard. He could die in peace with a victorious smile, having accomplished one thing – getting fucked by Bianca Davies.

And if he got to taste my juicy taco the second time, he'd be so addicted, it would drive him to madness. He might have to be taken to rehab, even though at this point he might never fully recover or regain his senses. Yes, that's the power my precious pink taco possessed, the power I wielded over men. The power I reveled in, that got the sons of Adams hooked to me. It was one that made them fall at my feet, worship me and drool over me. It was not for nothing that I was called 'the queen of hypnotic beauty'.

That charming power was what was plunging Steve into a hopeless, dreamlike state. He was so lost that all he could see at that moment was me. His senses were utterly dulled and now he couldn't wait to delve his rod into my sweet love nest. He kissed me hungrily, French kissing me like his life depended on it as we ascended up the stairs and made way to my bedroom.

Our tongues continued to roll together in haste and mad passion. Steve covered my neck with harsh, fervid kisses while he impatiently tore my dress from my body. I was half naked when we finally made it to my bedroom. Steve quickly shut the door and pushed me hard to the wall.

He frantically gripped my skimpy underwear and ripped it without breaking the kiss. I didn't miss the look on Steve's face as he stared at my perfectly round jugs and my pretty kitty. He sucked in a deep breath, salivating at my divine body like it was the first time he'd seen me in my beautiful birthday suit. I smirked. I had that effect on men.

I raked his dark brown hair while he clung to me like a mad dog attacking his target. My other hand snaked down his abdomen and found his erect cock eagerly waiting to be released. I massaged it not so gently, earning a groan from Steve.

He clutched my hair with one hand and kissed me harder, sucking my lips and put his other hand around my neck. I inhaled sharply and massaged his cock faster through the fabric until I felt it was time to take the bad boy out.

I fumbled with Steve's complex belt buckle and when it proved to be stubborn still, I barked in frustration, "Take off your belt." It sounded more like an order than a request and indeed it was.

Steve wasted no time. In a flash, he undid his belt and I watched as his pants dropped to the floor. He took off his boxer shorts as well and I took his thick member between the palm of both my hands. I stroked it faster and a throaty keening escaped Steve's lips.

He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them boorishly, kneading them like they were dough. I moaned softly at his coarse touch and we resumed shoving our faces in each other's. Steve held both my thighs and lifted me up from the ground. He staggered towards my dresser and sat me down on it quite ungentlemanly, knocking down some of my stuff.

I grabbed his shirt, demanding he took them off. Steve obliged and off came his shirt. "Suck me!" I commanded and he quickly complied. He bent down and sucked the lips of my pussy, flicking his tongue around my jewel. I cried in blistering ecstasy as he went on for a couple of minutes.

"Ohhhh, fuck me now," I moaned.

Steve stood in my centre and spread my legs wide. He grabbed my hips and shoved his ramrod deep into my vagina. I yelped and dug my nails into his flesh. He groaned and went in and out of me faster.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good!" Steve roared.

I raised my thighs up to meet his angry thrusts and our groins clashed together in aggressive passion. Steve encircled his arms around me and carried me from the dresser. He dropped me on my bed and I went on to sit on top of him.

I guided his cock into my sleek hole and rode him to a state of profound bliss. With a firm grip on his neck and his hand on my hips, I took the lead, bouncing up on him. Steve cursed and groaned and roared. He was overwhelmed with primeval sensations as I was.

We didn't stop there. We went on for a long time, switching positions and fucking till we were both breathless, with Steve singing my praises until I'd gotten enough of him.

It was this intense humping that made Steve lose his senses and forget his place. I shook my head as the event from last night finished playing in my head. I rinsed the soap off my body and got out of my bathtub.