“Please, Stalker,” I taunt him sounding breathy when I utter the words.
“You’ll come on my tongue,” he orders. “I want all those juices drenching me. Your cunt is so tight, little girl.” He smirks this time, a feral expression on his face.
I’m about to respond when he drops his mouth to my core and continues to lick at me, gently fingering me, taunting my clit, biting down hard then suckling gently. The back and forth sensations turning me inside out, and I know that’s his mission.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I curse, my voice a shrill scream when he finally allows me an orgasm by swirling his tongue, fingers, and mouth on my pussy. I’m over the edge of bliss when I feel another finger at my other entrance.
“Mmmm,” James moans as he drinks in my arousal like it’s his sustenance and he’s been starving for months, years even. My body relinquishes everything to him. All control is his. He knew he’d steal it from me. He was confident in his ministrations.
When I open my eyes again, I find him staring up at me. He doesn’t have to say anything at all. He knows he’s won.
“You’re an evil bastard,” I bite out as he pulls his fingers away from me.
He rises, shoving his boxers down his impossibly thick, muscled thighs. For an older man, he’s sexy, not chiseled like those young guys you see on magazines, but rather toned and solid. It makes me want him even more.
“Have you ever sucked a cock?” he says, his tone filled with amusement at me openly gawking at the angry erection jutting out from between his thighs. The man is huge. There’s glistening arousal on the tip, leaking for me.
For me.
“No,” I tell him honestly, gazing up at him. “I’m embarrassed to say this is the first ever penis I’ve seen in real life.”
He chuckles at my confession. “Well, take a good long look, because soon, this will be down your pretty little throat,” he promises.
“What?”
“On your knees,” he orders, and I immediately find myself falling to the soft, plush carpet. It’s fluffy and warm, and I settle in because I know this is going to be a long night. He steps closer to me and continues with his directions. “Take it in your hand, stroke it up and down, slowly.”
I obey. My hand looks tiny attempting to wrap around the thickness of his shaft. It’s warm and silky to the touch, and it jolts when I come into contact with it.
“Lick it.”
I move forward, my tongue darting out as I tentatively lap at the salty liquid on the tip. It’s musky, but with a salty sweetness swirled together, reminding me of a salted caramel treat. My lips wrap around the head, taking him into my mouth like I’ve seen on those videos online. My eyes dart up to find him watching me in awe as I swallow his length.
I move slowly, his hands fist my hair, holding me steady as he guides himself into my warm, wet mouth. His hips move back and forth, gently at first, but with every inch he pushes into me, he speeds up.
When his cock hits the back of my throat, I gag, spluttering and choking around the thickness. “That’s it,” he mumbles, his eyes glued to mine. “Take me, deeper, little girl,” he grunts. His cock throbs, causing me to choke. Tears sting my eyes and saliva drips from my chin, but he smiles. “So, fucking beautiful when you cry and choke,” he praises, fucking my mouth like he would my body, my pussy, and I know he’ll do it to my ass as well.
He moves faster, my hands reach for his thighs, attempting to hold him back, but I can’t. I’m nowhere near strong enough. Fear dances in my mind, in my chest, and I know when he shakes his head, he sees it in my eyes.
“Calm, little one,” he tells me, but doesn’t relent. “Just take it. Touch your pretty pussy for me,” he orders, and I obey him easily.
My one hand finds my core drenched with arousal. I stroke myself, causing a whimper to vibrate in my throat, which in turn causes him to growl and shudder. I do it again, watching in awe as this man who seems to always be in control slowly falls apart in my mouth.
I reach for his balls, cupping them as I breathe through the way he slides into my throat, and deep-throat for the first time in my life, shocking the shit out of me and him.
One last moan from me, and James stills. I think I’ve done something wrong, but then I feel it. Jet after jet of hot cum spills into my throat, and I can’t help but smile.
One point for me, Stalker.
7
James
She’s beautiful.
Too beautiful.
The thought is alarming, and possessive thoughts thrash at the surface of my mind.