He kissed her strongly and Sarah’s mind relented to the passion. She was confused about what was happening, but – truthfully – a good fuck right now was just what she needed, mentally and physically.
She reached out and frantically unbuttoned Dylan’s shirt, revealing his gorgeous toned torso, which she licked – relishing his masculine aroma, and making him gasp.
He caressed her face and lifted her chin. “I need to taste your pussy. Go and sit down in that chair. I’m gonna tie you up and tease you so hard that you’ll be begging me to finish you off!”
Sarah giggled with arousal, then she padded over and sat down on the ornamental chair by the closet. She placed her arms on the wooden armrests, gripping them hard to control her lust. Dylan strutted over, already unbuckling his belt. He looked so hot with his trousers undone and his shirt hanging off. He turned to grab his discarded tie from the bed. “This pleasure is all yours. But I want you naked.”
Sarah’s desire caught in her throat at the thought of him wearing his trousers and her wearing nothing – it was illicit and exciting. She stood up to undress. “Okay.”
“Turn around,” he instructed.
She turned her back on him, trying to control her yearning lust. He stood close behind her, then reached out to fondle the dress straps, kissing her neck, and rubbing his hard cock against her.
“Feel how turned on I am, sweetheart? You do that me…”
He suddenly stripped down her dress, making her gasp, then he unhooked her bra, and ran his strong hands over her quivering body.
He whispered in her ear. “You’re so soft. Soft and tight.”
He ran his fingers down the sides of her hips, easing them into her panties, which he peeled down. He dropped to his knees behind her and bit her ass cheek, sinking his teeth into the flesh. Sarah yelped in pain, but it was surprisingly pleasurable. She opened her mouth to speak, but he spanked her on the other cheek. She groaned and waited to see what was to come next, but he stood up and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight from behind.
“Now I’ve got you naked, what shall I do with you?”
Sarah leaned her head back and felt him strongly supporting her. She couldn’t speak now; she just needed to feel him thrusting her deep, taking her from behind, like earlier at the hotel…
But a quickie wasn’t on Dylan’s mind this evening; he was enjoying drawing this out.
“Take a seat, babe,” he said.
She obeyed and sat down, consciously aware that she’d be leaving a wet patch on the cushion. But nothing mattered other than the overwhelming lust that he was controlling her with right now. She watched as he grabbed his belt and necktie, then he fastened one of Sarah’s wrists to the arm of the chair with his necktie.
“Now you’re in my power.”
Sarah breathed hard. “I trust you, Dylan.”
He smiled coolly, using his belt to bind her other wrist. Sarah wriggled and realised she was securely fastened, but she felt completely safe.
Dylan stood in front of her and unzipped his trousers, tugging out his straining erection. “I’ve been fantasising all day about those luscious lips sucking my cock.”
He held his cock towards her. Sarah grinned and leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of his hard-on, licking up the pre-cum. She moaned, making her lips vibrate on his cock, which she knew would enhance his pleasure. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her towards him. She felt totally at his mercy – if he wanted to finish himself off and come in her face, there was nothing stopping him. But she knew Dylan better than that. This was all part of the warm-up.
He eased himself out of her mouth. “You can finish me off later. But chivalry always states ‘ladies first’. And I’m nothing but a gentleman.”
He dropped to his knees and bent forward to kiss her on the lips, running his fingers roughly up her naked thighs. Hungry lust zoomed through Sarah’s body. She watched as Dylan licked his thumb seductively, then he lowered it to delicately rub her throbbing clit, which she ground against him, desperate for him to go faster and harder.
Still rubbing her clit, he knelt up and sucked one of her breasts, tonguing her nipple, and making her gasp. The sensation of having her nipple and clit attend
ed to simultaneously caused her pussy to contract with desire – aching to be filled by Dylan.
He moved his hand to her thigh. “Silken…” he muttered, still licking her breasts. Then he eased a finger between her legs, running it along her labia – teasing her and making her shudder with yearning.
Sarah gazed down at Dylan as he leaned away from her tits and lowered his head to her thighs. His eyes were closed and he was smiling contentedly, as if he was enjoying feeling his way around Sarah’s pussy as much as she was.
Nibbling her thigh like a wild animal, he circled a fingertip gently around the opening, making her groan with frustrated delight. She thrust her pelvis, trying to fuck his finger.
“Want me inside you?” he whispered. “Huh?”
She ground her hips. “Yes, Dylan, please!”