The blind comes down a moment later. “How do you feel?” Angelo asks, taking a step toward me.
“Honestly, I’m not sure.”
“Yes, you are. You’re excited, but you’re not sure if that’s allowed. It is. You like being told what to do.” He takes another step. “Get on your knees.”
“Why?”
“Don’t question me. Do it.”
I kneel on the floor, looking up at him as he reaches into his zipper and pulls out his cock. It’s big. Really big.
It’s rock hard, and he’s stroking it as he stands in front of me. I swear I can feel the heat coming off it, along with the salty tang of him. I remember that scent from the party. It was dark then. I couldn’t see a thing. I could only feel.
“Open your mouth,” he says and I obey at once. “You ever done this before?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Use your tongue. If you need to stop now or at any time use the safe wordBooks. Got it?”
I nod, my mouth still open, my eyes fixed on his cock as he pushes the tip between my lips.
My tongue flicks over the end before running the length of his shaft. “Exactly right,” he says. “Try to relax.” He grabs hold of my hair, thrusting straight to the back of my throat. My nostrils flare as I fight for breath, choking on his length, almost panicking, but not quite. It feels good in a way I never expected, knowing it’s me making his eyes fill with lust like that.
He pulls back, thrusting forward again, the heat of him making my own desire grow. I reach between my legs, feeling myself as he fucks my mouth. My clit throbs with need and my fingers can only try to ease that ache a little.
He pulls out suddenly. “Too good,” he says. “I’m not ready to come yet much as I’d like to splash all over those gorgeous tits of yours. Sit in that armchair.”
“My reading nook?”
“Do it.”
I obey his command. He kneels in front of me, pushing my legs apart. “You smell so good,” he says, pushing a finger into my pussy before licking the tip. “Taste so sweet.”
He buries his head between my legs, easing the ache in my clit far better than my fingers could manage. He moves his tongue expertly in circles, teasing me toward a climax.
When I’m on the brink, he stops, looking up at me. “Thank me for your orgasm when it hits.”
He returns to my clit, flicking faster, one finger inside me, thrusting back and forth, bringing me to the edge.
I tense up in place, grinding onto his mouth, my orgasm hitting within seconds.
“Thank you,” I manage to say before my throat stops working. I gasp and moan, shaking in place, my body twitching as my climax washes over me.
He stands up a moment later, lifting me to my feet, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue and that turns me on even more.
“Bend over,” he says. “I need to be inside you.”
I take hold of the armrests of the chair, looking back at him as he strokes himself, his eyes fixed on my ass. “So beautiful,” he says, stroking my buttocks with his firm fingers. “I never got to see you last time. I missed out on a lot.”
“I doubt that.”
He swats my ass lightly. “Never put yourself down in front of me. You are beautiful, and I won’t hear anyone say otherwise.”
He strokes the tip of himself against my pussy. “You feel so good,” he says. “I never had anyone as good as you.”
“Sure you have. I bet you’ve had dozens of women.”
He slaps my buttocks again. “You are perfect. And so fucking wet.” He slides himself into me, moving steadily until he’s all the way inside.