CHAPTER9
Cami
I couldn’t keep still as I watched him slide the end of the belt through its clasp. I worried my lip, wondering if he would ever use that on me instead of the wooden spoon that he kept threatening me with. He unbuttoned his slacks next, slowly lowering the zipper after that. I could see the outline of his cock in his dark gray underwear, and it was enormous. For several seconds, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to take such a monster inside my mouth, but it didn’t much matter now.
I’d knelt for him. I’d made my choice. I wasn’t going to back out now, not when this could be the start of something that could be everything.
He pushed his underwear down, finally revealing his cock to me for the very first time. I couldn’t keep my mouth closed. It was easily the biggest cock I’d ever laid my eyes on. It was either nine or ten inches long and very thick. Far thicker than anything I’d ever taken inside of me before. The veins on either side were pulsing with blood. He was so hard, and I just wanted to reach out and touch it.
Would it hurt when he fucked me? Would I like it as much as I thought I would?
“You’ve wanted to see this for a very long time, haven’t you, little girl?” he murmured, and I cried out loud with my shame.
“I… I don’t… I mean… yes,” I said weakly. There was no use denying it now. Even as I said it, his expression was the same. He had already known anyway. I turned my eyes to the floor, and he reached for my chin again, making me look at the steel-hard rod between his legs.
My clit throbbed. My inner walls spasmed with wanton desire. I wanted nothing more than to climb up on his lap and ride him.
“You came hard for me when I touched you this morning, didn’t you?” he smiled.
“Yes,” I admitted, trying to fight his grip and look anywhere but his firm gaze. I couldn’t for long though.
“You will show me with that pretty mouth how much you want to come just as hard for me again later tonight,” he purred, and my core flipped with arousal.
His thumb was rough, but I remembered how it felt on my clit, how I’d screamed when he’d made me come and how I wanted to feel that again. I wanted even more after that too.
Tentatively, I leaned forward, facing the monstrosity of the cock before me. The head of it was enormous, the slit at the top already beading with pre-cum. Before I thought better of it, I tipped forward and licked it off with the tip of my tongue. It was jarring at first, but all Mason. Salty sweet flavors burst across my tongue, and I hummed with delight at the taste of it.
I’d given blowjobs before, but never for someone like this. It hadn’t been great for me before, though this time, it felt different. This time, I wanted to do it.
Just the thought of taking this man’s cock in my mouth made my clit throb. I wanted to please him. I wanted to thank him for making me come and for everything else he’d done for me. He’d given me a home. He’d taken me over his knee and now, I didn’t even know what might come next.
The unknown of it all excited me.
With a bit of hesitation, I circled my hand around his cock. His skin was velvety soft, which was in stark contrast to how hard his erection was. I hummed nervously, and I held it steady with my fingers as my open lips surrounded the head. He groaned with pleasure, which only spurred me on. I wanted to hear that sound again. I wanted to know what he sounded like when he came.
I suckled lightly, bobbing my head up and down and taking him a bit deeper each time. His cock was girthy enough to make my cheeks a little sore. I worked my hand up and down at the base of his cock. The more I pleased him this way, the bolder I felt.
“That’s a good girl,” he sighed. I moaned around his cock, swirling my tongue as best I could.
I pushed him a bit deeper, trying to impress him with what I knew. Without meaning to, I hit my gag reflex and had to back off a bit before I could get myself under control.
“You don’t need to deep-throat me, Cami-girl. All you need to show me is how enthusiastic you can be with your mouth,” he coaxed. His hand grazed the back of my head, petting it gently. I expected him to push my head down on his cock, but he didn’t. It was as if he was simply encouraging me with his touch, and it made me want to please him that much more.
Feeling a bit braver, I suckled a bit harder. I swirled my tongue and did everything I could with both my mouth and my hands to make him feel as good as he’d made me. When he groaned with pleasure, I knew I was on the right track.
Both of his hands threaded through my hair, fisting it gently and pulling it tight. He still didn’t force me down, but it felt like he was controlling me anyway. His grip was hard enough to cause a flare of stinging pain to blossom across the back of my scalp, which nearly made my eyes roll back in my head in a deliciously unexpected mixture of pain and pleasure. It took me by surprise how much I liked it.
I moaned around his cock and his fingers tightened a bit more, so I did it again.
The next sound that came out of his mouth was something like a growl and a groan at the same time. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning, but I sucked harder all the same. I ignored my sore lips and cheeks and showed him all the enthusiasm that I was capable of. I suckled him even more vigorously, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could until he made another groaning sound, although much deeper than all the rest.
He sounded like a feral beast.
My pussy felt like it was on fire with passionate need. As if he could read my mind, he cleared his throat and he spoke just as I was reaching to touch my clit.
“Don’t you dare touch that little pussy without my permission, little girl,” he rumbled, and I flinched, jerking my one free hand away and placing it directly on his thigh obediently. His voice had left no question in my mind that if I’d been disobedient in that moment, that I’d be sobbing over his knee in punishment. I wanted a different kind of experience tonight.
I wanted him to spank me hard enough to make my pussy wet. Then I wanted him to fuck it.