Page 53 of Dark Side of the Cloth

Dean moved the digit around, and she dropped her head as the strange new desire burned in her body.

“Yes, Sir,” Yasmine moaned out.

“On second thought, from this moment on, all your holes belong to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir!” she said with conviction. Yasmine couldn’t think of anything better than to have him do this to her multiple times a day.

“I’m going to fuck this tight hole later, but right now, I want you to ride me.”

He slipped from her body, and her pussy pulsed with the loss of his presence. She reached between her legs and rubbed at her clit, desperate to find that release once more. Dean grabbed her hand and shook his head no. She couldn’t help the small pout that formed on her lips.

“Get on me. Only then can you come.”

Dean sprawled out on her bed, and she took a moment to appreciate the sexy specimen that he was. Long, lean, defined legs and a waist slowly V’d up into hard abs, a muscled chest and shoulders. She took a moment to trace the cross tattooed on his peck, admiring the intricate lines. Thorns on his arms and on the other side of his chest, proudly announcing that he’d once been a whole lot more than a priest. Yasmine crawled up his body and had to spread her legs wide to straddle him. Dean held his cock straight up. It was shiny with her fluids, the end seeping with his own excitement, and she wanted to taste it. She’d dreamed of having his cock in her mouth.

“May I suck you first, Sir?”

“You want to taste yourself on my cock, do you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, but don’t you dare touch that needy pussy of yours.”

Yasmine nodded, her eyes glued to the straining shaft that seemed to be staring up at her. The head was so dark it was a shade of purple and looked angry as it wept. Glistening pre-cum ran down the sides like a miniature volcano, and all she could picture was making that thing go off in her mouth.

Replacing his hand with hers, she was astonished by the weight and girth. Unable to wrap her hand around his shaft, she marveled that it fit inside her. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted his salty flavor. She moaned, her eyes closing as she swallowed him down. How could something that had tasted so terrible with other men taste so delicious coming from him?

The flavor tasted like home to her as she swirled her tongue around that bulbous head and held back a smile as Dean groaned. The sound of his pleasure had a direct line to her pussy, and the needy thing was begging for more.

Using both hands, she stroked him loving the sight of that flared head moving between her hands. Giving Dean a little grin, she sank her mouth down over the head and was rewarded with a louder groan. His cock kicked with more force than she would have expected. Bobbing her head, she found a pace and sucked hard, the small moans and flexing of his hips encouraging her to continue. She took the opportunity to run her hands down his muscular legs that flexed under her touch.

Dean grabbed her head, wrapping her hair in his hands. He held it away from her face and then thrust it up hard into her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in, and she tried to pull away, but he held her firm.

“Take it,” he commanded.

Saliva dripped from her mouth as she closed her eyes and focused on doing as she was ordered. It took a few minutes, but her throat relaxed, and she slid the rest of the long cock into her throat.

“Oh fuck, Yasmine! Yes, that’s such a good girl.”

Like a woman possessed, she bobbed her head, making sure to touch her nose to the base of him before retreating.

“Oh, you’re going to make me come,” he said, voice strained.

Dean’s hips took over the momentum, which became faster than she could keep up with and instead held still while he used her mouth.

Tears welled in her eyes as he fucked her mouth. She took it with fervor and loved every moment. The monster in her mouth flexed, and she knew he was about to come a moment before he swore and pulled her head down hard. Hot jets hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed it down, savoring the sharp, salty taste that had a tanginess that was completely unique to him.

Much to her surprise, his cock didn’t deflate as she expected, and a swell of excitement coursed through her as he slowly pulled her up and off his cock to straddle him once more.

“I hope you don’t think I was done?”

“No, Sir.”

She smiled wide, unable to help herself, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. All shyness gone, she lifted her hips and let him guide that cock home. Yasmine threw her head back as she was filled to the brink. Reaching down, she rubbed herself vigorously as she began to ride him, taking her own pleasure. Dean reached up and expertly rubbed circles over her nipples, making her cry out as the overwhelming sensation consumed her.

“That’s a good girl. You fuck me until I come again.”

He bounced his hips up to help her, and she obeyed. Even as her legs burned with the exertion, she didn’t quit. Screaming his name, Yasmine felt her orgasm hit twice more and soaked him before he grunted and grabbed her hips. He drove himself into her at a pace, and with such force, she knew she’d be sore after, and still she found herself begging for more.