7
Aria
I’m glad he caught me.
I’m glad he stopped me from leaving.
I should’ve left an hour earlier when I woke up, instead of lingering in bed, watching the chiseled perfection of the man who took my virginity sleep. Instead of indulging in might-have-beens in the dark.
I should’ve stuck to my plan and run.
But…I’m glad he caught me?
God, my sound decision making is in the toilet.
I know that now as I stare hungrily at his dick. The prime body part that has me hooked and making life choices that could land me in serious trouble. But that body part has opened up several vital ones of my own.
Like my heart.
I felt it shudder and squeeze and protest hysterically as I tried to leave.
I’m…I’m falling in serious lust with this guy. Whose last name…
God, I still don’t—
“I let you sleep,” he says in a deep, sexy voice that swipes away my chaotic thoughts. “You looked so insanely gorgeous. And your body was so soft. So warm. I needed to fuck you but I couldn’t bear to wake you. So I let you sleep. But then you had to go and do something naughty like run, didn’t you?”
He spanks my ass again and I squeal, but the heat spreading over my smarting flesh is…wonderful.
He guides his cock to my mouth, rubs his warm flesh over my top and bottom lips. I can’t help it. He smells insanely addictive, so I slip out my tongue and flick it against his liquid-drenched tip.
He hisses and his shaft jerks against my mouth. “Fuck, baby. Do that again,” he rasps.
I lick him again. And again.
The taste of him on my tongue is unlike anything I’ve known before and I’m helpless against yet another thing propelling me under this man’s power.
Above me, he’s groaning, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. “Suck the head. That’s it. Jesus Christ, just like that.”
I suck him like my favorite popsicle.
And the weirdest thing happens.
My feminine core heats up and drips like a faucet, breaching my panties and drenching my inner thighs.
Oh God…
Widening my mouth, I take more of him, licking and sucking and tasting until he’s wedged deep, caressing the back of my throat.
The first gag makes my belly quake. I look up at him in alarm, but he’s watching me with open-mouthed wonder, not recrimination.
Pleased, I dive back for more, his fingers in my hair encouraging in firm rhythm as I adore him with my mouth.
His groans grow thicker and come faster. “God, look at you. You love it, don’t you? Taking Daddy’s joystick?”
The delightful pressure and his thickness make tears stream down my cheeks as my head bobs. “Hmmhmm.”
“Atta, girl. Daddy loves giving it to you. Watching those pretty eyes tear up as you take me like the good little angel you are.” He gives a thick groan as if the imagery is blowing his mind as much as it is mine.