"Don't smile at me like that," I bit out at him. Insufferable man, thinks he knows everything.
"How am I smiling at you?" he asked, his blue eyes sparkling, the corners of his lips turning up even more.
"Like, 'She's saying 'no' now, but soon she won't be.'"
"Mmhmm," he said, his lips settling over mine. I struggled. His hands clasped my wrists and pinned them down. I struggled, pulling at my wrists, and he tightened his grip. With his mouth, he pushed my shirt over my breast, then fixed his mouth on my nipple, sucking hard, biting. "Mine!" he said when I squealed.
"You're mine," he said, straddling my hips, sitting up. He pushed my night shirt up past my breasts and I twisted. He slapped my breast, hard. I moaned, bucking underneath him, meeting the hard wall of his body that prevented any escape. He slapped my breasts from the other side, setting up a rhythm. I'm not sure how long he went on like that, slapping my breasts, making them bounce, making me buck and squeal. "I can do whatever the fuck I want with you," he said. "If you didn't like that, you should have thought of that before you gave yourself to me."
He rose up, moving his hips until they were in front of my face, and then his cock was rubbing over my face, pushing past my lips, over my cheeks, bumping into my nose. I was grunting, my eyes squeezed shut. "Lick it!" he ordered. I stuck my tongue out and let it glide across his skin as he continued humping my face. He pulled my shirt up and over my head, leaving my arms in it so it was hooked behind my neck. He kneaded my breasts, pressing them together almost painfully as I arched and groaned beneath him, moving his hips to fuck between them.
"Whose are you?" His words were timed perfectly with a slap aimed at my breast.
"Yours."
"And what are you for?" I arched, expecting another slap, but none came. He was patiently waiting for an answer.
"For you to fuck," I whispered.
"I should get on that then." He slid up, his cock pressing into my mouth. I moaned as he pressed against my face, holding the sides of my head. He placed a pillow under my neck for a better angle, and slid in until I gagged, noises forced from me from his cock forcing air out of my throat. I love that noise. He fucked my face slowly, murmuring words that are lost in the fog, making me groan and grunt as he filled my face with his cock over and over.
"Good fuck hole," he murmured softly, praise and degradation combining to make my body tremble as he pulled away. A moan emerged from somewhere deep in my throat, a primal noise coming from a place beyond thought.
"Did you forget that you were a fuck hole?" he asked, his thumb sinking into my mouth, replacing his cock. I could only moan as I sucked on it.
"How does that make you feel?"
I was beyond words, in a place where the feeling has no name. I felt owned, used, simultaneously degraded and adored, and very fucking aroused. I managed a grunt in response.
"Let's see how it makes you feel," he said, sliding down my body.
"Oooh, it makes you feel good," he whispered, his cock sliding into the arousal he had created, filling me up. My eyes were darting around and I was moaning. Our eyes met as he entered me fully. "For lack of a better word."
I moaned, rolling my hips up into him to feel him deeper. "I'd ask you to come up with a better one," he said, his voice gravelly in my ear, "but I think you're beyond finding words. I think you're just reduced to a fuck toy now."
He thought right.
He felt amazing.
We stayed like that, rocking into each other, for some time. My legs scrambled for purchase on our smooth sheets to push back against him. He pinned my wrists to the bed and drove into me, forcing groans from me. Waves of dizziness swept over me as my blood rushed away from my head.
But then he pulled away, seemingly suddenly. "Uh?" I grunted, looking at him as he rose to his knees. He was leaving the bed. "Where you going?" I stammered out.
"I'm going to put you up on this ramp and fuck you," he said matter-of-factly. He kept saying he was going to do that last time too, but he never did. I crawled out of the way on all fours and he plopped the Liberator ramp down in front of me. I whimpered. "Go on, get up there," he said. It's so hard to hold my balance up there at this point, but I did as I was told.
He put the wedge in front of me for me to rest on, because he's not completely evil. I climbed up on all fours and he grabbed my hips, sinking deeply into me. His cock first rubbed against my g-spot and then slammed into my cervix. I screamed and arched up, away from him, but he grabbed my hips and held me, pumping into me like that over and over. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, they coexisted and then they mingled and then I was driving back into him and I was screaming "Oh God," nearly constantly. He grabbed my hair in one hand, pulling straight up, forcing me up onto my fingertips, and he kept pulling higher. His other hand wrapped around my throat, his fingers pressing into my windpipe just so, not blocking my air completely but restricting it just enough that I could only rasp "Oh God," and breathe raggedly, and the whole time he kept fucking me, fucking me, the cock, the hair, the throat. So. Fucking. Perfect.
I was screaming raggedly and he was holding my throat and pulling against it with each thrust, giving my hair a little tug as well, and I felt him get closer to his own release. I screamed even louder, overloaded with the extreme sexiness of it all, as he pumped himself into me, releasing his orgasm into my body.
He pulled away gently and I collapsed there, legs hanging off the bed, face buried in the wedge. He rubbed my back. "You want me to hold you now, love?" he asked tenderly.
This man.
I think he can keep me.
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Thursday, September 20, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Finally flogged
I posted my blue and white flogger a while ago, the one that I gifted to my husband. It was only this week that we finally got around to more than a perfunctory test flogging with it. In fact, someone else bought, received, and used one just like it before we ever got around to using ours. But it was worth the wait.
I loved it. The knots were perfect, thudding into my flesh, bouncing away. The ends were silky soft; he even used it as a tickler to make me moan with pleasure. He worked my ass and the backs of my thighs to a rosy glow that I could feel, and then he applied the spoon deliciously, making me squirm, writhe, generally having an awesome time while little gasps and moans emerged from my mouth.
He followed the spoon with the crop, tap-tap-tapping little bites all over, and it was just a fabulous spanking. I was panting when he finished, trailing the ends of the flogger over my sensitive skin. While what he said next was a little bit of a surprise, it shouldn't have been. "Turn over and suck my cock. You're not the only one who likes to feel good, you know."
I drew a ragged breath, pulling oxygen into my lungs, gathering the physical strength to turn over. After the flogging, the spoon, and the crop, I needed a moment to collect myself. I turned over slowly, moving down as I did, and his cock was in my face. I opened my mouth and pressed a hot, wet kiss to it, relishing the velvety feel of his foreskin against my face. Oh, right, I love sucking his cock. I moaned softly as I slid my mouth onto him, and my brain disengaged. Just sucking, listening to his words, rolling my tongue, working my throat.
In my excitement I kept tugging on his hips, drawing him as far into me as I could, and one of the tugs had him over my face, kneeling above me and fucking down into my mouth. "What a good fuckhole your face is for me," he said, tugging on my hair, his hands pressing down on my forehead, leaving me unable to do anything but take his hardness. I moaned at the helplessness of the position, at his words, my hands flopping uselessly off to the side, unsure what to do with themselves until they landed on his thighs. I squeezed his legs as he fucked my face.
"Is your pussy ready to be fucked?" he asked me roughly, the head of his cock moving slowly in the entrance of my throat, soft gagging noises coming from me due to the motion. I managed to turn one of the noises into a fervent positive.
"You think you can get on the ramp and be fucked?"
"Nnnnn," I said around the cock filling my mouth. Late, tired, ugh.
"Of course you can," he answered for me, ignoring my actual response. He pulled away and I chased his cock with my mouth. "Cockslut, it's really hard for you to let go of that cock, isn't it?" I groaned, pinned by his words, letting my head fall back again. He stood next to the bed, put the Liberator ramp on it, and I went after his shiny hard cock with my mouth again, moaning happily as this position put more of his cock in me with less stress. He pulled my hair, fucking my face, eliciting squeals of delight that vibrated all along the length of his hardness. "You think you're clever, don't you? This isn't your pussy."
He pulled me into him, forcing more and more of his cock into my willing throat. It burned as it opened my throat even more than it had previously. "Turn around and let me fuck your pussy now," he ordered, thrusting into my face a few final times.
I turned around slowly, my muscles resisting as I lifted my ass, presenting my pussy for his penetration. He sank inside me with a long, slow stroke and we groaned in unison. "Oh, fuck, yes," I gasped as he filled me, stretching me open.
Pleasure. Pure pleasure, enhanced by the slight amount of pain being stretched so far, pounded so hard, overtook me, and I was a constant moan, "Oh fuck," escaping from me with every other breath.
His hands found their way underneath my torso and he slapped my breasts, first one then the other. "Mine!" he said when I moaned with delighted pain, perhaps a touch of indignity coloring my tone.
"Yours," I agreed, whether loudly or softly I had no way of gauging. My arms gave out after an extended period, and I dropped to my elbows, my ass still lifted high for his cock to slide into my pussy.
"Oooh, I should fuck this ass," he mused, running his thumb across my hole that must have been exposed due to the position I was in. I groaned, both excited and a little concerned by the prospect. "Shouldn't I? You want that don't you? Of course you do," he answered his own question as I continued groaning, overwhelmed. "Get me the lube."
I moved to do so, but as I moved the ramp tried to fall over. "Nuh-uh," I murmured, trying to adjust myself so the ramp stayed on the bed. "What you mean, nuh-uh? Get the lube!" he repeated himself. I did, returning, still dealing with the problem and making muttery noises. "Too much complaining!"
"This is falling," I whispered.
"Fix it, then," he said, squeezing lube onto his fingers. I planted my feet on the floor, pressing my ass into his cock as I wriggled to move the ramp back into place. He humped against me, making me moan. His fingers were lubing my ass even as I climbed back up into the hands-and-knees position.
As his cock penetrated my ass, I fell forward, crying out. It wasn't even an overwhelming sensation, just my own fear that it would be. "Get up," he barked, and something else I couldn't hear for my breathing was heavy, catching in my chest and coming out in gasps, I was so terribly excited that I could only hear half the things he was saying.
Then he was buried in my ass, pulling my hair back toward him with one hand, his other hand pressing and squeezing my throat, making me gasp with arousal. Oh, wow. "Oh, fuck," I kept keening softly as we rocked together, my ass stretched taut around his cock that was so engorged I hadn't been able to believe it when I was sucking it.
He came loudly, nearly collapsing against my back, pulling me up into him. I breathed heavily, great gasps of air filling my lungs. Eventually we managed to shove the ramp away and curl up into each other, whispering words of appreciation for one another.
He is magnificent, even though I lack the time to write about it all the time, and I am so grateful.
I loved it. The knots were perfect, thudding into my flesh, bouncing away. The ends were silky soft; he even used it as a tickler to make me moan with pleasure. He worked my ass and the backs of my thighs to a rosy glow that I could feel, and then he applied the spoon deliciously, making me squirm, writhe, generally having an awesome time while little gasps and moans emerged from my mouth.
He followed the spoon with the crop, tap-tap-tapping little bites all over, and it was just a fabulous spanking. I was panting when he finished, trailing the ends of the flogger over my sensitive skin. While what he said next was a little bit of a surprise, it shouldn't have been. "Turn over and suck my cock. You're not the only one who likes to feel good, you know."
I drew a ragged breath, pulling oxygen into my lungs, gathering the physical strength to turn over. After the flogging, the spoon, and the crop, I needed a moment to collect myself. I turned over slowly, moving down as I did, and his cock was in my face. I opened my mouth and pressed a hot, wet kiss to it, relishing the velvety feel of his foreskin against my face. Oh, right, I love sucking his cock. I moaned softly as I slid my mouth onto him, and my brain disengaged. Just sucking, listening to his words, rolling my tongue, working my throat.
In my excitement I kept tugging on his hips, drawing him as far into me as I could, and one of the tugs had him over my face, kneeling above me and fucking down into my mouth. "What a good fuckhole your face is for me," he said, tugging on my hair, his hands pressing down on my forehead, leaving me unable to do anything but take his hardness. I moaned at the helplessness of the position, at his words, my hands flopping uselessly off to the side, unsure what to do with themselves until they landed on his thighs. I squeezed his legs as he fucked my face.
"Is your pussy ready to be fucked?" he asked me roughly, the head of his cock moving slowly in the entrance of my throat, soft gagging noises coming from me due to the motion. I managed to turn one of the noises into a fervent positive.
"You think you can get on the ramp and be fucked?"
"Nnnnn," I said around the cock filling my mouth. Late, tired, ugh.
"Of course you can," he answered for me, ignoring my actual response. He pulled away and I chased his cock with my mouth. "Cockslut, it's really hard for you to let go of that cock, isn't it?" I groaned, pinned by his words, letting my head fall back again. He stood next to the bed, put the Liberator ramp on it, and I went after his shiny hard cock with my mouth again, moaning happily as this position put more of his cock in me with less stress. He pulled my hair, fucking my face, eliciting squeals of delight that vibrated all along the length of his hardness. "You think you're clever, don't you? This isn't your pussy."
He pulled me into him, forcing more and more of his cock into my willing throat. It burned as it opened my throat even more than it had previously. "Turn around and let me fuck your pussy now," he ordered, thrusting into my face a few final times.
I turned around slowly, my muscles resisting as I lifted my ass, presenting my pussy for his penetration. He sank inside me with a long, slow stroke and we groaned in unison. "Oh, fuck, yes," I gasped as he filled me, stretching me open.
Pleasure. Pure pleasure, enhanced by the slight amount of pain being stretched so far, pounded so hard, overtook me, and I was a constant moan, "Oh fuck," escaping from me with every other breath.
His hands found their way underneath my torso and he slapped my breasts, first one then the other. "Mine!" he said when I moaned with delighted pain, perhaps a touch of indignity coloring my tone.
"Yours," I agreed, whether loudly or softly I had no way of gauging. My arms gave out after an extended period, and I dropped to my elbows, my ass still lifted high for his cock to slide into my pussy.
"Oooh, I should fuck this ass," he mused, running his thumb across my hole that must have been exposed due to the position I was in. I groaned, both excited and a little concerned by the prospect. "Shouldn't I? You want that don't you? Of course you do," he answered his own question as I continued groaning, overwhelmed. "Get me the lube."
I moved to do so, but as I moved the ramp tried to fall over. "Nuh-uh," I murmured, trying to adjust myself so the ramp stayed on the bed. "What you mean, nuh-uh? Get the lube!" he repeated himself. I did, returning, still dealing with the problem and making muttery noises. "Too much complaining!"
"This is falling," I whispered.
"Fix it, then," he said, squeezing lube onto his fingers. I planted my feet on the floor, pressing my ass into his cock as I wriggled to move the ramp back into place. He humped against me, making me moan. His fingers were lubing my ass even as I climbed back up into the hands-and-knees position.
As his cock penetrated my ass, I fell forward, crying out. It wasn't even an overwhelming sensation, just my own fear that it would be. "Get up," he barked, and something else I couldn't hear for my breathing was heavy, catching in my chest and coming out in gasps, I was so terribly excited that I could only hear half the things he was saying.
Then he was buried in my ass, pulling my hair back toward him with one hand, his other hand pressing and squeezing my throat, making me gasp with arousal. Oh, wow. "Oh, fuck," I kept keening softly as we rocked together, my ass stretched taut around his cock that was so engorged I hadn't been able to believe it when I was sucking it.
He came loudly, nearly collapsing against my back, pulling me up into him. I breathed heavily, great gasps of air filling my lungs. Eventually we managed to shove the ramp away and curl up into each other, whispering words of appreciation for one another.
He is magnificent, even though I lack the time to write about it all the time, and I am so grateful.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Why I love sucking (my husband's) cock, take 1
I have two very different approaches to this, and the other one will be coming up. I make no guarantees on how quickly. Spanky set this challenge, and though I've written so very much about sucking, I thought I would do a couple of experiments. This is an interlude, expressed in 100 words. Yes, the dialogue makes it difficult.
Collapsed together, exhausted.
"I'd like you to suck my cock. Think you can do that?"
"Maybe. Would that make your sex life better?"
"Oh, yes."
Gently licking, soft sounds of pleasure. Hard, but soft, smooth, slick as my mouth slides onto him.
Cock slowly fills my mouth and throat. Thigh across my neck, simultaneous trap and comfort.
His hand, impatient with my shirt. "I want to fondle you."
Exposing my breasts, eagerly obedient. Nipple trapped, pinched; we both moan as I suck hard.
Exploding, roaring. "Too good for me."
His thigh stays; I am owned, safe, adored.
We sleep.
Collapsed together, exhausted.
"I'd like you to suck my cock. Think you can do that?"
"Maybe. Would that make your sex life better?"
"Oh, yes."
Gently licking, soft sounds of pleasure. Hard, but soft, smooth, slick as my mouth slides onto him.
Cock slowly fills my mouth and throat. Thigh across my neck, simultaneous trap and comfort.
His hand, impatient with my shirt. "I want to fondle you."
Exposing my breasts, eagerly obedient. Nipple trapped, pinched; we both moan as I suck hard.
Exploding, roaring. "Too good for me."
His thigh stays; I am owned, safe, adored.
We sleep.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Giving my head
Brooke linked here, and I read the post right before we went to bed. I wanted that. I wanted it badly.
I didn't say anything. He'd had a rough day, so we went to bed and curled up together. He left the lights on and we talked for a while, about life, and stupid things, and something I'll get my rant on about a little later. I ranted for a while as we both laughed, said I'd make a blog post about it tomorrow, then apologized for going on.
Earlier in the evening, as my mom, our son, my husband and I watched TV, I'd pulled away from him for a moment to tend to our son. I sat back up straight, and my husband looked at me and extended his hand in my direction, cupped as if to the back of my head, and flexed his fingers. I put my head right into his hand and he massaged my scalp, tugging hard on my hair every few minutes.
"I really liked it when you made me give you my head," I told him now, in bed.
"You liked what?" he asked, perhaps not having understood what I meant.
"Earlier, when you made me give you my head? I really liked that."
"Ohhhh, you did, huh?" he pressed against me, his erection plain to feel against my hip. "I think I'd like it if you'd give me your head again."
Giggling at the clever turn of phrase, I turned eagerly to face him and slid down his body, stroking and kissing. "You're wearing all these clothes!" I gushed happily as I tugged his boxers off. I lifted his leg and moved under it, positioning myself between his thighs, gazing up at him. He pulled my pillow over to him and propped himself up so he could watch. I wrapped my arms around his thighs, letting my palms flatten on his belly, my fingers running through his pubic hair.
I licked up along his shaft, torturing the both of us, building my own desire for him. With a whimper of longing, I lifted myself up to take him inside my mouth, then slid down, burying as much as I could of him in that position. I nudged his legs to my back, and he rested his feet on my ass. I squeezed his thighs, and he took the hint and pressed them together around my head, trapping me there while he fucked up into my mouth, entering my throat as much as he could, pumping, pumping... oh, the pressure, on my head, in my throat. He pulled my hair while he thrust into me, holding my head still from that direction too.
He let me go and I pulled away to the very tip of his cock, taking a long breath through my nose, then sinking back down and squeezing his legs tight around me again, repeated it all over and over until my nose started to run, taking small breaks in between to gaze up at him, letting him see how much I was enjoying it all. He talked to me too, when I could hear him, told me what a good cocksucker I am, how wonderful I felt, what a good cockhungry little cockslut I am. "If you don't stop soon you're going to have to stop anyway, with a mouthful of cum," he finally said. I pulled away, going back to licking and kissing along the shaft, pressing my face against it and rubbing. He humped against my face, and I began to whimper again. "You want to suck it more, don't you, baby?"
"Oh yes," I purred, licking from the base to the tip, lingering there with my mouth open.
"You can suck it more," he relented, pushing into my open mouth. I moaned and resumed my previous activity. I couldn't get enough of that feeling, his legs clamped around my head, my mouth and throat full, and the power of his hips driving his cock more and more into me. I honestly never wanted it to end.
Eventually it did, though, when he told me to stop again, a long, long time later. I pulled my mouth off of him with a reluctant plop and started sucking on his balls while looking up at him, letting my hands stroke his hard cock.
"Mmm, good girl. Good girl," he said, clearly enjoying my attentions enough to repeat himself, "come on, get up here so I can fuck your pussy."
I slid under his leg and climbed up next to him, facing away from him and snuggling myself back against him.
"You want me, don't you?" he asked as he arranged his arms, one on the back of my neck and one pulling me to him tightly.
"I do," I responded as I wriggled back against him, leaning forward to open myself more.
"Let's see how much this pussy wants me," he said, pressing his cock between my wet folds and inside me, a long moan leaving me as he entered.
We moved together, slow movements that would become brief flurries of thrusting while he held me tightly, immobile in his arms. I started reaching my hand back between us to feel his cock moving in and out of me, feel my own wetness there, and I may have growled with the heat and desire between us. I eased myself off of him once, twice, three, four times, between periods of slow, delicious, languid fucking... the fourth time he asked the question I'd been hoping for: "You want that cock in your ass, don't you? Is that what you're trying to get at?"
Mmm. I would have gotten around to asking eventually, but this was so much easier. "Yes, please."
He got the lube. "Do you think your ass can take me, baby?" he asked as he lubed me and his cock. I nodded. "I guess we'll find out," he whispered, as he pressed the head of his cock against my tiny opening. It spread slowly around him, and surprisingly, there was no pain at all as he pressed inside me. Just wonderful pressure, fullness, and the stroking of sensitive nerve endings. He paused, the head of his cock lodged about halfway inside me, that moment of maximum stretch. "Tell me you want it," he whispered.
"Oh, God, I want it, I want it," I panted, trying to press back onto him.
"What do you want?" He wouldn't let me move.
"God, I want it to fuck me!"
"Ooooh. I think I can do that," he said as he pushed the rest of the way inside me, then made short little thrusts deeper. "How's that feel?"
My moan, long and loud, full of delight, served as my only response. "Oh you like that, I think," he said as he began to move with longer strokes, tugging my nipple, squeezing me, his hand wandering down to my pussy to stroke and penetrate me there with his fingers.
Do not know how long we stayed like that, slowly fucking, panting, relishing the closeness. When he came it was loudly, and I grabbed him and pulled him into me as hard as I could. He stayed inside me after and continued fucking me with his fingers, his cock sliding out of my ass as I began to hump his hand in earnest. His other hand grabbed pretty much all of my hair, and when I started bucking off the bed, my head lifting, he tightened his grip on my hair and pulled my head back toward him. "You're not going anywhere, little bitch," he whispered darkly, "you're going to stay right here and take what I give you." Every time my head tried to lift away from him, he pulled it back to him via my hair. I moaned every single time, and the feelings I experienced made my head pull away again, so it was a delicious loop of sexy.
When my orgasm washed over me, it was like someone threw a bucket of relaxation over me. I just suddenly stopped.
Beautiful.
He drew me back into his arms, glancing at the clock. "Whoa, it's late."
"That's what you get for letting me suck your cock for half an hour," I responded gleefully.
So much love.
I didn't say anything. He'd had a rough day, so we went to bed and curled up together. He left the lights on and we talked for a while, about life, and stupid things, and something I'll get my rant on about a little later. I ranted for a while as we both laughed, said I'd make a blog post about it tomorrow, then apologized for going on.
Earlier in the evening, as my mom, our son, my husband and I watched TV, I'd pulled away from him for a moment to tend to our son. I sat back up straight, and my husband looked at me and extended his hand in my direction, cupped as if to the back of my head, and flexed his fingers. I put my head right into his hand and he massaged my scalp, tugging hard on my hair every few minutes.
"I really liked it when you made me give you my head," I told him now, in bed.
"You liked what?" he asked, perhaps not having understood what I meant.
"Earlier, when you made me give you my head? I really liked that."
"Ohhhh, you did, huh?" he pressed against me, his erection plain to feel against my hip. "I think I'd like it if you'd give me your head again."
Giggling at the clever turn of phrase, I turned eagerly to face him and slid down his body, stroking and kissing. "You're wearing all these clothes!" I gushed happily as I tugged his boxers off. I lifted his leg and moved under it, positioning myself between his thighs, gazing up at him. He pulled my pillow over to him and propped himself up so he could watch. I wrapped my arms around his thighs, letting my palms flatten on his belly, my fingers running through his pubic hair.
I licked up along his shaft, torturing the both of us, building my own desire for him. With a whimper of longing, I lifted myself up to take him inside my mouth, then slid down, burying as much as I could of him in that position. I nudged his legs to my back, and he rested his feet on my ass. I squeezed his thighs, and he took the hint and pressed them together around my head, trapping me there while he fucked up into my mouth, entering my throat as much as he could, pumping, pumping... oh, the pressure, on my head, in my throat. He pulled my hair while he thrust into me, holding my head still from that direction too.
He let me go and I pulled away to the very tip of his cock, taking a long breath through my nose, then sinking back down and squeezing his legs tight around me again, repeated it all over and over until my nose started to run, taking small breaks in between to gaze up at him, letting him see how much I was enjoying it all. He talked to me too, when I could hear him, told me what a good cocksucker I am, how wonderful I felt, what a good cockhungry little cockslut I am. "If you don't stop soon you're going to have to stop anyway, with a mouthful of cum," he finally said. I pulled away, going back to licking and kissing along the shaft, pressing my face against it and rubbing. He humped against my face, and I began to whimper again. "You want to suck it more, don't you, baby?"
"Oh yes," I purred, licking from the base to the tip, lingering there with my mouth open.
"You can suck it more," he relented, pushing into my open mouth. I moaned and resumed my previous activity. I couldn't get enough of that feeling, his legs clamped around my head, my mouth and throat full, and the power of his hips driving his cock more and more into me. I honestly never wanted it to end.
Eventually it did, though, when he told me to stop again, a long, long time later. I pulled my mouth off of him with a reluctant plop and started sucking on his balls while looking up at him, letting my hands stroke his hard cock.
"Mmm, good girl. Good girl," he said, clearly enjoying my attentions enough to repeat himself, "come on, get up here so I can fuck your pussy."
I slid under his leg and climbed up next to him, facing away from him and snuggling myself back against him.
"You want me, don't you?" he asked as he arranged his arms, one on the back of my neck and one pulling me to him tightly.
"I do," I responded as I wriggled back against him, leaning forward to open myself more.
"Let's see how much this pussy wants me," he said, pressing his cock between my wet folds and inside me, a long moan leaving me as he entered.
We moved together, slow movements that would become brief flurries of thrusting while he held me tightly, immobile in his arms. I started reaching my hand back between us to feel his cock moving in and out of me, feel my own wetness there, and I may have growled with the heat and desire between us. I eased myself off of him once, twice, three, four times, between periods of slow, delicious, languid fucking... the fourth time he asked the question I'd been hoping for: "You want that cock in your ass, don't you? Is that what you're trying to get at?"
Mmm. I would have gotten around to asking eventually, but this was so much easier. "Yes, please."
He got the lube. "Do you think your ass can take me, baby?" he asked as he lubed me and his cock. I nodded. "I guess we'll find out," he whispered, as he pressed the head of his cock against my tiny opening. It spread slowly around him, and surprisingly, there was no pain at all as he pressed inside me. Just wonderful pressure, fullness, and the stroking of sensitive nerve endings. He paused, the head of his cock lodged about halfway inside me, that moment of maximum stretch. "Tell me you want it," he whispered.
"Oh, God, I want it, I want it," I panted, trying to press back onto him.
"What do you want?" He wouldn't let me move.
"God, I want it to fuck me!"
"Ooooh. I think I can do that," he said as he pushed the rest of the way inside me, then made short little thrusts deeper. "How's that feel?"
My moan, long and loud, full of delight, served as my only response. "Oh you like that, I think," he said as he began to move with longer strokes, tugging my nipple, squeezing me, his hand wandering down to my pussy to stroke and penetrate me there with his fingers.
Do not know how long we stayed like that, slowly fucking, panting, relishing the closeness. When he came it was loudly, and I grabbed him and pulled him into me as hard as I could. He stayed inside me after and continued fucking me with his fingers, his cock sliding out of my ass as I began to hump his hand in earnest. His other hand grabbed pretty much all of my hair, and when I started bucking off the bed, my head lifting, he tightened his grip on my hair and pulled my head back toward him. "You're not going anywhere, little bitch," he whispered darkly, "you're going to stay right here and take what I give you." Every time my head tried to lift away from him, he pulled it back to him via my hair. I moaned every single time, and the feelings I experienced made my head pull away again, so it was a delicious loop of sexy.
When my orgasm washed over me, it was like someone threw a bucket of relaxation over me. I just suddenly stopped.
Beautiful.
He drew me back into his arms, glancing at the clock. "Whoa, it's late."
"That's what you get for letting me suck your cock for half an hour," I responded gleefully.
So much love.
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