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“Does that feel good, Beautiful?” he whispers against my ear, before taking the lobe in between his teeth, nibbling gently.
Arching my back as much as I can, I try tilting my pelvis to meet his finger movements, but it’s impossible. He has me fixed in position, and I’m completely at his mercy—just the way I like it. “Yes, it feels amazing. But please, I need more, Sir.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, he pulls his finger from my pussy and I can’t help but groan. Me and my fucking big mouth. My pussy is pulsating with need, and it feels far too empty. I keep my gaze fixed on his, trying to tell him with my eyes how much I need him.
He lets go of my hair, knowing I won’t move from this position, and he adjusts slightly before bringing his finger up until he’s holding it in front of my face. I can see my juices glistening over his skin, and fuck is that hot. Knowing he can turn me on that much is intoxicating.
I wait for him to move the finger to his lips, like he’s done so many times before. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve seen, so it’s not surprising that I stand completely transfixed, just waiting to see the look on his face as he tastes me. But instead of pulling it to his lips, like he always does, he moves it towards mine.
At first I keep my lips together, not quite sure if I want to taste myself. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, or been tempted to do. But the look of pure passion in Lee’s eyes makes me want to do anything for him.
Without needing to be asked, I open my mouth for him. As he moves his finger slowly to my lips, the fingers on his other hand cup my pussy, pressing down hard on my sensitive clit. As soon as I cry out, Lee presses his juice covered finger to my lips. I close my mouth around his finger, and whirl my tongue around the tip, just like I would do if it were his cock.
I’m actually pleasantly surprised by how much I like the taste. It’s sweeter than men, but it still has that salty kick to it. A little like me, I guess. Lee must see the moment I realise it doesn’t taste too bad, and I start sucking on his finger, as his eyes widen, the heat etched across his beautiful face.
Keeping eye contact, I treat his finger just like I would his dick, swirling my tongue around the tip before sucking as far into my mouth as I can. I want to reach down to feel how turned on he is, even though it’s plain to see on his face. But I know better than to do something without his permission. This is his game and we follow his rules. I know that, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to feel him. To have him fill me completely.
I’m so lost in his eyes as he watches me clean all my juices off his finger, I almost miss the feel of his fingers sliding through my slit. It’s not like he’s trying to gather up more of my juices, it’s more like he’s trying to spread them around. Just as that thought enters my head, and I think about why he’s doing that, I feel the head of his cock nudging at my pussy lips.
My eyes widen and a smile spreads across my face—as much as it can with a finger in my mouth—as I feel the tip swipe through my slit. I know he’s getting the head wetter, but the feeling is torture. As he presses it against my sensitive clit a cry breaks free and I try to move my pelvis to get his cock where I want it, but he brings his hand to my hip, and holds me tightly in place.
He then moves his cock down towards my asshole, and gently presses against my tight hole. My eyes widen, and I open my mouth to say something, but I’m not sure what. I’ve never had anyone play with my ass before, and he knows that. We’ve talked about it, and I did say I wasn’t against trying. I’m not sure how I expected it to happen, but I kinda hoped there would be some preparation or warning beforehand. Still… I don’t stop him.
Lee pulls his finger from my mouth, and I make sure to suck it clean as he’s pulling back. He then takes that hand and places it against my neck, in a similar position to if he were trying to strangle me with one hand. We’ve played around with breath-play a little over the last couple of weeks, and I discovered how much I like it. I don’t like it to go to far, or for him to hurt me doing it, but when he puts enough gentle pressure on that I struggle to breathe for a few seconds—similar to if he shoved his cock deep into my throat—it adds to the feelings of euphoria, and enhances my orgasm.
As his hand lightly presses against my neck—not enough to affect my breathing yet, but enough to cause a bit of discomfort—he leans over and whispers against my ear again. “I do plan on taking this ass, but now is not the time for that. You need to be a lot more prepared, but it makes me very happy to know you would let me have it, right here, right now, if I wanted to. You are a good girl.”
Fuck, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face, and he looks at me with a weird mix of pride, and something more. I know I’m not great at reading people, but he was looking at me like he really cares for me. I’m not going to use the L word, as that’s dangerous fucking territory, but it looked like something similar.
No, get that out of your head right now!
I try to stop thinking, to focus on the feel of his cock moving away from my asshole, and pressing against my pussy opening. He leaves the tip just resting at the entrance, not quite in yet, but enough that it’s stretching me, causing that delicious sting. My eyes flutter closed and I just allow myself to feel, and fuck me does it feel incredible.
I want to move. Hell, I want Lee to move, but I know better than to say anything. Instead, I just wait. That’s when I feel him press his lips against mine, his tongue licking along my bottom lip to demand access. Of course I let him, and as he licks across my tongue, I arch my back, a moan slipping from my mouth into his. The movement is enough to press his cock head just that little bit further in, stretching me a little more, until I’m panting with need.
He barely lifts his lips from mine, so when he speaks it’s like he’s muttering the words straight into my mouth, as he presses a little harder around my neck causing my eyes to fly open. “I can taste your pussy on your tongue, and it’s so fucking sexy, Beautiful.”
He groans against my tongue as he pushes his cock in a little more, moving painfully slowly. His eyes scrunch together, and he looks like he’s in agony, but still he doesn’t move. How the fuck does he do that? He must have the patience of a fucking saint because I’m going crazy. It’s taking every last drop of willpower I have not to tilt my damn pelvis and press his cock into me fully. But I know if I do, he will just pull out and prolong my agony further.
His eyes open and they’re almost completely black, his pupils dilated wide as lust overtakes his body. He captures my lips again, only this time it’s not a sweet kiss. This is hard and bruising, and his hand presses harder on my neck, limiting my breathing. All my nerve endings seem to prickle, and I can feel myself getting wetter. I press my tongue against his, tasting him as he devours me.
The lack of oxygen starts to take effect and I can feel my head starting to spin, my lungs begin to burn, and my eyes widen in panic. I’m about to reach down to tap on his side—the sign we agreed on when we first started experimenting—but he’s watching me the whole time. He knows my limits, and he sees the moment it becomes too much for me, and pulls his hand away.
I gasp for breath, dragging as much oxygen into my burning lungs as I can, blinking away the spots that had started forming in my vision. Lee kisses along my cheek as I pull in each breath. As soon as my breathing starts to return to normal, Lee catches me off guard by slamming his cock deep into my aching pussy.
Crying out loudly, pleasure evident for all to see, I don’t even try to hold it in. If my neighbours hear, so fucking what. I just allow myself to feel the way he pulls his cock all the way out, sitting the tip just at my entrance before slamming all the way back in. The more he does this, the faster he gets, and it feels fucking fantastic.
As he peppers little kisses across my cheek and lips, one hand grips my hip so he can control the pace, while he uses his other to grip my neck again. At first he’s just holding his hand there, not even pressing hard, unlike the one on my hip that’s digging in so much it will probably leave little crescent moon shaped fingernail marks on my skin. Not that I mind… I quite like having his marks on me.
His thrusts become faster and deeper, and every time he bottoms out, he hits that magic spot that has me crying out. I can feel my body coiling tight, chasing that sweet orgasm I know isn’t far away. My whole body feels as though it’s on fire, and my pussy gets wetter with every stroke he takes. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes around the small hallway, and he slams into me so hard, the door begins to shake.
Lee’s movements become more uncoordinated and frantic, and that’s when he starts pressing down on my throat. I know he’s close, and he’s making sure to drag the biggest orgasm he can out of me. His thrusts become rougher, just the way I like it, and he keeps hitting that spot over and over.
I force myself to keep my eyes open, despite the overwhelming sensation to close them and just embrace the pleasure, but I know he likes it when I keep eye contact. He looks like he’s forcing his eyes open too. The lines around his face look like the kind that appear when you're grimacing in pain, but I know that’s not it. He’s trying his hardest not to come, until I have. He always makes sure I finish first.
So, I’m not remotely surprised when the hand that was gripping my hip tightly lets go. Slowly, he traces the curve of my hip bone with his fingers, moving down the front of my body, heading towards my pussy. His fingers are moving agonisingly slowly compared to the quick, frantic thrusts of his cock.
As soon as he reaches my bare mound, he slides his fingers in between my wet folds, one sliding either side of his cock. He groans loudly as he can no doubt feel his fingers tightening around his cock as it slides in and out of my pussy. He does that for a few strokes, and his breathing increases. He’s panting hard, but because he’s so focused on what he’s doing, he isn’t pressing on my neck all that much. Not that I mind, there’s more than enough sensations going on to drive me insane.
