His voice is strained, eagerly waiting for my lips to cover his dick. But he’s posture still conveys a refined calmness and a controlled power.
Hah.
I smile and make a note to take my time. Tease him and make him want it more. I’m in control now, and I’ll give him as much as I want and when I want.
He’ll come on my terms, not his.
“Every woman needs to know what she’s getting into…and if it’s worth her while.”
I lick my lips and stare at him through hooded eyelids.
“Like I said, I’ve only received outstanding reviews…of my dick and its performance.”
I’m sure he isn’t lying. After seeing what I did in the kitchen, I’m aware of what his tongue can do, and from the looks of it, his cock has the same potential.
There’s an impressive bulge straining against the fabric of his pants, and I trace over it with my fingers, calculating his girth and length.
Fuck, it’s huge.
I get giddy with excitement. This might be my first time, but I’m always excited for a new challenge.
His dick springs out, and I smile.
“Looks like someone’s a little eager?” I tease.
“What can I say?” he says. “My dick loves seeing pretty little sluts like you on their knees.”
I lower down onto my knees and brush away a rose petal that’s fallen from the bed. It’s then when I notice the bedroom—decorated for the newlyweds.
Rose petals outline a heart on the duvet cover, and a bottle of Dom Perignon is chilling on their bedside table with two ornate crystal glasses and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. A card is placed before the display with beautifully written calligraphy literally spelling out ‘Newlyweds.’
Oops.
Looks like the newlywed suite will already be christened in. But at least, we’re not on the bed—yet.
Pulling me back to him, he takes my hand up to his mouth, sucks in a finger, and bites the tip.
I stare at him the whole time, mesmerized at his technique and his shameless move. He’s truly the embodiment of masculinity and sexuality—primal and so fucking attractive. It’s driving me wild not to go crazy and devour him in one second.
But I refrain. I want to take this slow and relish every part of this moment.
Every touch, feeling, every sensation…
Reflexively, I withdraw my hand and place it on his upper thigh and squeeze it hard. His body bucks forward, grabs onto my jaw, and kisses me forcefully.
I pull out his cock and jerk away from his hold, breaking apart our lips.
I strain to keep my mouth from hitting the floor as I’m met with a twelve-inch cock before my eyes. I can tell
he notices the glimmer of excitement flashing through them.
“Impressed?” he taunts me.
“Like I said, it’ll do.”
In all honesty, it’ll do very well—I hope. But I can’t tell him that and let him think that he has the upper hand. Fuck that.
I’m the one with his dick in my hands, so really, I have all the power. He’s the one in the vulnerable position, giving me free reign of his most cherished and powerful member.