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All of a sudden, I feel his hand twist into my hair and he pulls me off the couch and to my knees. I moan and look up at this man with nothing but lust in my eyes. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, enjoying the gentle pain I caused myself from biting my lip.
“If you won’t tell me what you want, Girl, you will take what I give you and you will like it.” He demands, his voice so deep that it reached inside me and caused a stir between my legs. “Yes, Sir” I purr and he tightens his grip on my hair, telling me that he approved of the way I responded to him. I whimper as I can see his other hand going toward the top of his jeans, undoing them and then pulling his cock out of his underwear and pants. He pushes my head towards and I eagerly take the engorged member into my mouth. I wanted to taste every millimeter of him and I wanted him to keep the authoritative tone and attitude he had encompassed. It drove me mad with desire and I wanted nothing more than to do anything he told me to. No, not want; need. I needed to do anything he told me to and I needed to please him.
I look up as I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and he looks down at me with unbridled desire. I take him in my hands, twisting them while I move them up and down with the movement of my head. The reward is instant as I hear the deep rumble from his throat. I take one of my hands from his cock and plunge it into my pants to touch myself, without a single comprehensible thought going through my mind. “Good girl” Those two delicious words left his mouth and I wanted him to take me right that second.
As if reading my mind, he pulled me up and back onto the couch by my hair. I hoped he would never take his hand from the brown strands that were twisted among his fingers, but he did in favour of moving between my legs. I lay on my back, watching him, waiting for him to tell me what to do for him, but no order came. He was on his knees, unbuttoning my jeans and discarding them with my panties as quickly as he could. He wanted me at least as much as I wanted him and I doubted that we could stop for anything. This house could burst into flames and we wouldn’t pay attention to anything beyond the need and desire of our bodies.
Just as I was wondering what he was going to do with my naked lower half, I felt him slide two fingers into my wetness and his tongue on my clit. I rolled my eyes back and closed them as I felt waves of pleasure that echoed the in and out motion of his fingers. With every flick of his tongue, I felt electricity mix with the waves of pleasure to create something so addictive and intoxicating that all life outside of this moment just faded away. I begged him with my whimpers and, when I opened my eyes, I saw a devious smirk on his face. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and his tongue from my clit and I felt devastated. I whined and tried to move closer to him, but he moved back to maintain the distance he had created. He was so close to me, but why had he stopped? I tried to use my legs to pull him back to where he was, but he pushed them away. “Beg for it, Girl” The words dripped from his lips and I sat up, desperate and wanting him to touch any part of me. I moved towards him and pulled him into a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and I moaned lightly, enjoying the sensation. I pulled back with a whine and begged him “Please, Sir, please keep touching me!” I’d have yelled it off of a rooftop if that would make him touch me again.
He didn’t put his fingers inside me again or his tongue on my clit, but he rose his hand to my throat and pushed me back onto the couch. I’m breathing as fast as my heart is beating, silently willing him to ravage me as I hoped he wanted to. “Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks me, his lips just grazing my jawline. “What makes a girl good?” The question seemed loaded, but I knew the answer as if it were ingrained in me. “A good girl does what she is told” I say to him, drawing out the words and watching as his lips twist into a smile.
In a sudden rush of lust and passion, he is pressing his body against mine on the couch, dragging his nails along my thighs and causing me to gasp and moan. He runs on hand down and between my legs, rubbing my lower lips lightly, parting them so he can push his cock into me. My back arched as I felt him enter me and my legs wrapping around his waist. Each thrust was like a rush of nothing I’d ever felt before, delicious and desperate. He wanted me as desperately as I wanted him and that made each thrust pull increasingly louder moans from my throat. I held on for dear life, digging my nails into his shoulders, the pleasure building until I can’t contain myself any more. I lift my head and, before I’ve realized it, I bit his neck and released the building ecstasy. The man didn’t protest at my biting him and actually seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, letting out his own moans as I came on him. A few thrusts later and he peaked and released inside me, something I wouldn’t have allowed in any other circumstance, but I am so mad with desire that it wasn’t something I even thought about.
A few moments later and he pulls himself out of me, his cum rushing out as he does. I reach a hand down and cover a finger in it then bringing my finger up and to my mouth. He just looks at me, surprised, before and idea crosses his mind that I only notice because of the smirk on his face. “Clean me up, Girl” The demand reaches my ears and I don’t think twice. I get off of the couch and kneel between his legs as he sits down. A pool of white fluid form on the floor beneath me and I lap at his cock, cleaning him of my cum and his. “Good girl” Those words leave his mouth again and I smile up at him, licking my lips.
Oh how I hoped that this would not be the last time. -->
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