"Get on your fucking knees and say please daddy..."
" I’m not saying all that Zane."
"We both know little spitfire that you are soaking wet at the prospect of sucking off, and you’re so horny you’d do anything to get this cock in you. So do yourself a favor and fo what I ask you to." She looks at defiantly, her eyes shining with hate and lust.
"Please," i whimper in a choked voice, looking up at him.
"Please,what little spitfire."
Desire pools between my thighs.
"Please let suck your cock!"
" That’s not completely what I asked you to say now is it?."
Rooling my eyes at him. " please daddy let suck your cock."
Fuck . Saying it gets even more turned on. I can feel the heat and the slickness coating my thighs as his cock thickens right in front of my face. I reach for him, shivering when my fingers curl around his shaft and my skin tingles as I stroke him.
I lean in and swipe my tongue over the swollen head, tasting his salty sweetness.
"Open your mouth, little spitfire," he groans. "Take deep. Let feel your tongue and your lips on . Let feel your fucking throat wrap around my dick."
I moan as I suck him into my mouth, my lips slipping wetly over the tip of his crown. My tongue flirts over the tip, teasing the little hole as he groans and clenches his jaw. When I swallow him a little deeper, his hand slips into my hair and wraps a handful of it in his fist.
"I’m going to fuck your mouth now little spitfire" he says which I take as the warning it is.
It’s sooo filthy.
There’s no other word for it.
The way I’m on my knees in front of him. The way his hand is twisted in my hair, the way my mouth is open so wide to accommodate the length of him.
It makes makes heat and slick wetness pool low between my thighs.
I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want to be looked at like sothing to be taken. I shouldn’t want his control pressing down on like this.
So why do I feel so horny?.
"Open wider baby" Zane says, his voice low
I do as he says.
My jaw stretching, and he slides deeper into my mouth. Slow at first, then his hips move, pushing in, pulling back. The head of him dragging over my tongue every ti he withdraws and plunges in.
I make a sound around him. Half moan, half pain.
His fingers tighten in my hair.
"That’s it... my good girl."
I look up at him.
That’s what makes it worse..... the eye contact while he steady fucks my mouth almost undo’s .
His chest is bare now. He’s already shrugged off his shirt, tossed it sowhere behind him. The muscles in his stomach tense every ti he thrusts. Hi jaw is locked tight, and his eyes are locked on mine.
Like this is about as much as him.
He pushes deeper and feel him at the back of my throat. I try to relax, breathing through my nose, with my eyes watering slightly but I don’t pull away.
He groans
The sound vibrates through him and into .
He pulls out before I choke, leaving my mouth empty, hot and aching. I suck in air, saliva drips down my chin but I don’t move to wipe it.
He looks at it dripping down to my breast.
Then at .
"Co here."
Before I can even move , he grips my arms and pulls up. I gasp as he lifts easily. My legs wrap around his waist again on instinct. My body fits against his like it’s built to.
His hands slide under my thighs to my ass, gripping hard.
He carries to the bed and drops onto it, not rough enough to hurt but enough to make my breath leave in a rush.
He climbs over imdiately.
The mattress dippings under his weight. His knees press into the bed on either side of my hips, he’s above , caging in without touching yet.
"My turn," he says.
And his mouth crashes onto mine.
He kisses hard, like he’s claiming sothing. His tongue pushes into my mouth without asking. It should embarrass .
But It doesn’t.
I grab his shoulders and he presses closer. His chest against mine and his tongue sliding against mine like, like he wants it like the next air he’s going to breathe.
Like he likes that I had him in my mouth.
His teeth catch my bottom lip and pull slightly before he releases it. I suck in a breath and he moves down.
His mouth drags over my jaw and my neck. He bites lightly just below my ear and I jolt.
"Zane..."
He doesn’t answer. His hands slide down my sides, slow and deliberate, like he’s mapping out.
His palms cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples.
I tense.
He bites down.
Not hard enough to hurt but enough to send shock waves through and..... and pleasure?.
A sharp, electric sensation shoots straight between my legs and I gasp loudly, my back arching off the bed.
He looks up at from between my breast. And with deliberate intention his mouth closes around the other nipple. He sucks and licks gently, he’s tongue flicking over it. My thighs squeeze around his waist automatically.
I can’t hold back the sound that cos out of .
It’s needy and wantonly.
His hand slides down my stomach, fingers dragging over my skin slowly. I feel every inch of it. He kisses lower, over my ribs and down the center of my stomach.
My breathing is uneven now.
His hands grip my thighs and push them apart.
I don’t resist.
He spreads wide, forcing my knees up slightly.
"Oh my God..." I moan
User Comments
0 comments from readers