I kissed her again, my lips moving against hers with purposeful precision. My mouth wanted to feel hers, to feel every tiny line and groove. I wanted to memorize her kiss so I could feel it in my dreams. My cock wanted to memorize her body’s dimensions for lonely nights. It was an introduction to my arrangement with this woman—my slave.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her hips began to buckle as the spasms took over. With one deep breath after another, she slowly approached the moment she’d been postponing. Her body couldn’t betray her now. I could feel her moisture leak through her underwear and into my jeans. Her arousal was permanently stained on my clothes, her undeniable confession. All I should care about was getting off, but the idea of her pleasure was a new turn-on for me.
She looked into my eyes, arousal and self-loathing etched into her expression. She pressed her lips tightly together as she tried to downplay the powerful emotions erupting through her body. But her hips jerked, and she dragged across my dick harder, giving her the friction that made her experience a new realm of pleasure.
Her lips unlocked, and she let out a beautiful moan, a scream that sounded like a song. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her head rolled back. She tried so hard to stop her body from betraying her, but now it seemed like it was the first time she’d experienced this form of heaven. Her moans morphed into screams. Sometimes it seemed like she was trying to say words, but everything was an incoherent mess. It was like she’d never had an orgasm before—at least with a man.
Now I really wanted to come. Nothing sexier than watching a woman come all over my dick.
Her hands loosened from my wrists, and she caught her breath once the euphoria was over. She closed her eyes like she couldn’t handle the truth of my gaze. I was a man keeping her as collateral—and she just came for me.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
I undid the top of my jeans and felt the moisture from her pussy. My fingers shook slightly when I felt the soaked fabric of my clothes. No woman could put on a show like that—unless she really liked it.
Now I was gonna fuck her—so damn hard.
She unzipped my jeans the rest of the way then took over, yanking my jeans and boxers down so my cock could come free. She stumbled for a moment, her eyes on my nine-inch length. She’d seen it before, but under the circumstance, she may not have truly looked at it. I was probably bigger than the other men she’d been with—which might be a bad thing.
She tugged on my bottoms until my clothing reached my knees. Instead of pulling her panties off and straddling my hips, she lowered herself to the floor and got on her knees.
My cock twitched in anticipation.
She pulled my clothes to my ankles then leaned forward on my thighs. Her tits rested against my skin, looking perkier since they were pushed up. Like a pro, she wrapped her fingers tightly around my base and gave a good squeeze.
I kept my hands at my sides, letting her take the wheel so I could sit back and enjoy. I’d pictured this moment many times, but it was never as hot as this. I watched her with smoldering eyes, seeing the fire dance behind her in the hearth.
She didn’t hesitate before she pressed her tongue to the base of my cock and dragged it to the head. Her tongue was warm and textured, feeling incredible against my rock-hard length. When she got to the top, her tongue swiped across my head and collected the drop that formed there.
Jesus Christ.
She flattened her tongue before she craned her neck and took my length into her mouth. She tried to move far on her first go, but she immediately recoiled once the head of my cock nearly initiated her gag reflex. She took a deep breath then did it again, this time warier of my length. I could tell I was the biggest she’d ever taken by her naïveté.
But she didn’t give up.
She moved her hand at the same time as her mouth moved up and down. Her saliva dripped all the way to my balls and to the cushion underneath me. She craned her neck harder and worked my cock at a greater pace.
Fuck, this was incredible.
I couldn’t keep my hands to myself anymore, so I dug my fingers into her hair and guided her down my length the way I preferred. I wanted it hard, fast, and deep. My fingers got a hold of the back of her neck, and I moved my hips up at the same time, my feet pushing against the hardwood floor.