He approached me from behind, letting his fingers linger on my punished backside. His touch was gentle, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close against his torso and surrounding me with his warmth. He gripped at my body, grasping at my hips and between my legs so possessively that I burned with heat.
Fuck. The way he was clutching at my body was making me burn with need. I didn’t think it was physically possible, but the more he touched me like this, the more I wanted to come for him again.
His hands lifted to clutch at my breasts, and I couldn’t help but arch back against him and at that same moment, I realized that my bare bottom was pressing
up against his cock. It was still constrained by the fabric of his slacks, but I could tell that he was hard for me. He was enormous, and I swallowed nervously, imagining how it would feel to have his cock in between my legs rather than just his fingers. I wondered if it would hurt. If I would like it.
He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it inch by achingly slow inch. I moved to grab his hands to try to stop him and he cleared his throat in warning, causing me to drop them to my sides instead. His breath tickled against my neck, making me shiver with nervous anticipation. The satiny cloth slid against my skin like a gentle caress and I hummed nervously as he pulled it over my head. I shivered as I stood there in my lifted skirt and the thin lace of my bra. That didn’t last much longer either as he deftly unclasped my pretty lavender lingerie and tossed it to the floor with my shirt. Lastly, he grasped my skirt and swiftly pushed it down my hips until it fell to the floor.
“Step out of your skirt and kick off those cute little heels. You’re not going to need them,” he demanded. I shivered against him as I did as he commanded.
“Now let me get a look at this beautiful body, naughty girl. I want to admire every last inch of you before you apologize to me properly,” he murmured.
My nipples hardened at his words.
He took a step back and circled around me. The more he looked at me, the hotter I became. He gazed at me with a sense of admiration that made me feel beautiful and when he softly squeezed my nipples and traced along the curves of my breasts, I moaned with need.
“You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? You came six times on stage and still, you want more, don’t you?” he asked when he lifted my chin and gazed back at me with a dark look in his eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
I couldn’t lie. Not with him looking at me like that.
“I’m sorry I threw the drink you bought me in your face, sir,” I said quietly.
“I know, little girl. Do you feel like you’ve been punished?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I answered nervously.
“Good. Now I’m going to give you a choice. You can either make it up to me with those pretty lips and I’ll teach you a better use for that sassy mouth or you’re going to bend over that couch over there and I’ll use that tight virgin bottom with my cock,” he demanded.
I moaned out loud at the same time that my pussy clenched down with incredible need. I bit my lip, turning my gaze from the couch and back to him. I’d never had anal sex before and I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted tonight to be my first time. I glanced down at the rigid line of his cock still concealed by his slacks and I whimpered quietly.
I had to make a choice. Having a cock that size between my lips would no doubt make my jaw ache, but I knew that having my bottom fucked would hurt quite a bit more. I went with the easier option, or so I thought.
“With my mouth, sir,” I answered, chewing on my lip anxiously.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my heart leapt at his words. His palm cupped my chin and he traced his thumb along my cheekbone. The electricity between us was palpable and his touch made my skin tingle with warmth. Then he dragged his thumb across my lower lip. I shuddered hard, feeling his strength simply through the grasp of his palm against my cheek.
“Get down on your knees, little one,” he instructed gently. I decided to obey him.
Slowly, I knelt down and gazed up at him. The uneven balance of power was especially obvious when he made me kneel before him. I shivered, sitting back on my heels and grimacing as my scalded backside pressed against my feet.
“Such a beautiful little thing when you’re down on your knees,” he murmured, and I felt a heated flush creep over my cheeks at his observation. I chewed at my lip and fidgeted with my fingers in my lap as I watched him reach for his belt. My bottom tensed as he pulled the thick leather through the buckle. He pulled it taut, unlatching the metal prong before sliding it open. He undid the button at the top of his black pants, before he grasped the zipper and pulled it down. The loud echo of it made my heart pound.
He pushed his dark gray boxers out of the way, finally freeing his cock to my view.
It was just as massive as I imagined it would be and it was so very hard. I could hold it in both hands, and it would easily extend beyond my fingers. I licked my lips, nervously squirming as I thought about the fact that it would soon be going in my mouth. I shuddered hard, feeling my pussy tighten helplessly at the same time.
A single drop of pre-cum dripped from the slit at the head of his cock. He used his thumb to swipe it off the tip, gathering it so that he could press it against my lips. The salty flavor of his seed spread across my tongue and I nervously closed my mouth around his finger, sucking it gently while I looked straight up into his eyes.
“You’re good at that, aren’t you, little girl?” he said darkly.
I hummed around his thumb and he groaned softly with his own pleasure. When he finally pulled his finger out of my mouth, the suckling sound was embarrassingly loud, and my blush deepened even further. His fingers grazed against my jawline and he lifted my chin toward his cock. I allowed him to lead me forward and I cautiously opened my mouth. With a shaky breath, I leaned forward and took his thick head in between my lips.
Fuck. He was big.
I wasn’t at all experienced in sucking cock, but I’d done it a few times before because my ex-boyfriend had begged me to. I hadn’t thought much of it back then, but this was so much more different than that. This time I actually wanted to do it.