Good And Bad - Chapter Three

Good And Bad – Chapter Three


What was different? Shari’s mind was racing, even before she opened her eyes. A strange ache radiated from between her thighs and continued through most of her body. Muscles she didn’t know she had were stiff. Oddly enough, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.
Shari felt strangely weary. A warmth enveloped her. She felt at peace. There was no uneasiness. She was safe in a way she never had been before. She rolled to nuzzle into a broad chest and sighed with contentment. Chest? Hard? Hairy? Then odd recollections raced through her mind.
“ Mornin’ Sweetness.” greeted a thick, warm, oh so familiar voice. There was no mistaking The Undertaker’s softly accented rumble. It seemed he was as comfortable and sated as she was herself. Now she knew why. The fabulous, soul searing sex she recalled hadn’t been a dream at all. Not this time. Hey, she was a good girl, but not that good. Her dreams got hot too.
Shari willed her conscience to stay away for a little while longer. She refused to open her eyes. She managed what she hoped to be a soft smile and nuzzled the warm skin of his chest. She let one foot stroke on his much larger, hair roughened thigh. She nearly melted into a puddle.
“ Morning.” she answered softly.
Had Shari really done all that? The idea nearly blew a gasket in her own mind. She’d lassoed this big behemoth, for lack of a better metaphor, and had managed to ‘ride’ quite well. She certainly hadn’t done anything in half measures. Shari had lost her virginity in a big way … with help from “ The Dead Man.”
He was magnificent. Even without looking, he was impressive. For right now Shari took advantage of what he offered and explored the massive six foot ten body. Every one of the three hundred plus pounds were well honed and well … perfect. Mark Calloway was the epitome of manhood, and most likely knew it.
“ But I’m here now.” Shari thought to herself. The famous line from “Pretty Woman” chased through her mind and nearly made her laugh out loud. Most likely she wouldn’t be enjoying her so called “position” for very long. A man like The Undertaker wouldn’t be interested in her for long. Why shouldn’t she enjoy it while it lasted?
Shari ran her fingers over the fine hair on Taker’s chest. She arched against him and managed to reach his short auburn tresses. She nearly purred, caressing them and wondered for a moment what it had felt like when they had hung down past his shoulders. It was like holding a mountain in her arms.
The lyrics from John Meyer’s “ Your Body Is A Wonderland” raced through Shari’s thoughts. The images were powerful enough that she nearly began singing, but she held her voice in check.
“ Be careful what you wish for Lil Girl.” Taker growled softly. His lips covered hers in the hottest good morning kiss she could ever have envisioned.
She felt his muscles ripple and tighten. Taker’s morning erection was pressed against her thigh, and growing by the second. She was overwhelmed with new found female power. This man was responding to her. As sexy and massive as he was, her little five foot self was calling some shots. The new realization made her almost giddy.
“ Maybe I don’t wan’na be careful right now.” Shari sighed in response. Her lips found the soft hollow of his throat and she kissed tenderly. She nipped sharply and The Dead Man growled in response. Maybe he wasn’t so dead after all, she thought happily.
Taker wrapped his arms around the tiny woman and cupped the soft cheeks of her ass. She was small enough that his arms would wrap several times around her, but she didn’t seem to be breaking. He’d been worried earlier, but Sweetness seemed to be holding her own.
He shifted and ran his lips over her rose tipped breasts. The were smaller than many he’d been offered, but they were perfectly formed and more than the required mouth full. They weren’t surgically enhanced either, unless he was quite mistaken.
Somehow his cynicism seemed to be melting away. This little girl had done quite a number on him, and for once Taker didn’t mind. His goatee made stark red patches as he kissed over her too pale skin. Most likely she’d feel the whisker burn later, but right now no one was complaining.
He burrowed his nose in the soft nest of dark hair between her thighs and began to nuzzle softly. The squeaks and whimpers Shari emitted were endearing and most of all enflaming. Taker stroked her slim thighs and continued his quest.
He captured the bud of flesh between his lips and suckled. Shari’s cries echoed off the walls. Her words were nonsense, yet were quite easily understood. Taker knew want and need. Right now he was overwhelmed with those feelings himself.
Shari curled her fingers in the wonderful silk sheets and thrashed as the pleasure built to unknown proportions. She didn’t recognize the chokes and sobs as her own. Only the massive man with the skilled tongue held her attention.
He moved over her now. The heat and weight of his body making Shari quake and arch to him. He rubbed the length of his erection against her all to welcoming body and growled in pleasure. Shari was glad she’d opened her eyes or she’d never have believed she’d given anyone cause for such an expression.
“ Yes?” he asked softly.
“ Oh yes. Please. Mark.” Shari whimpered. She wasn’t too sure the works came out as she meant them. Then he was over her. Inside her. Through her. Moving smoothly and eagerly, he was magnificent.
Shari’s normal composure had been lost long ago. There was no place for it here. She couldn’t recall, exactly, how she had acted before. Now there was just Taker and the wonderful heat they created together. Her only coherent thought was YES. She loved everything he was doing to her … with her.
Their cries echoed through the room. Shari held Taker close, arms and thighs wrapped tightly around his strong body. She wished that moment could last forever, though she knew even with her limited experience that it wouldn’t. She was as amazed at his release as her own, shocked at how she affected this mountain of a man.
They rolled together, Taker pulling her onto his chest. She could feel his racing heart beat beneath her ear. His big hands were sill running over her, strong and soothing. She kissed one peach male nipple and sighed softly. She wouldn’t ever forget the last few hours.
When she began to shiver, Taker pulled the blanket up over them and cuddled her closer. Shari found the act oddly comforting. She felt sated and safe, lying there in his arms. She let her fingers trace the odd tattoo. There were plenty to choose from as his large body made a perfect canvas.
“ Morning Sweetness.” he whispered softly, nibbling on one earlobe. He played softly with a small stud, which was most likely cz.
“ Morning.” she answered. Suddenly she realized just what she had done and where she was. Last night her apartment had burned down or at best was under tons of water.
Friends and family were bound to get the news and worry. Shari was instantly swept into good girl mode. Damn. She hated having her family worry needlessly. She was safe and sound for Christ’s sake, and they deserved to know that.
“ Something wrong?” Taker asked suddenly.
“ I think I need to get back.” Shari answered. Back home and back to her senses, she realized. Play-acting was all well and good, but real life demanded her attention. Dreamland couldn’t rule her life, no matter how good it was.