Read Online Handling Cynthia: A Second Chances Novella by Andrea Dalling - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Andrea Dalling
Ads: Link
boxers, the leather of the belt caressing her wrists with each movement.
His fat cock sprang free. Bernadette wasn't kidding. Cyn reached for it and wrapped her lips around it, teasing the cap before taking him deep.
***
Trent threw his head back, the sudden contact stealing his breath. He didn't deserve this, the angelic girl of his dreams submitting to his darkest fantasies. He looked down at her—so pretty—licking and sucking his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, her lips rubbed along the shaft. With a finger, she stroked the seam between his balls, then pressed a knuckle into the sensitive skin behind them.
"So good," he cried, threading his fingers through his hair. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, sir. Love your hot cock."
"I want more, baby. Relax your throat. Take me deep."
She gave him more, and he could feel her soft palate as she worked to swallow him down. Oh shit —he was on the brink of coming way too fast.
He laid a hand on her shoulder. "Hold still." He fucked her mouth while she went passive, receiving him. He bunched her hair in his hands, sliding his cock over her velvet tongue in long, slow strokes.
The feeling of power was like nothing he had experienced before. He was using her body, but she wanted to be used, wanted him to take his pleasure.
With a pained sigh, he pulled out and ordered her onto the bed while he finished undressing. He retrieved the red silk belt from her bathrobe that lay atop the nightstand. "Lie on your back with your arms over your head."
She smiled and obeyed, giving a contented sigh.
He removed the leather strap binding her wrists and rubbed them to restore circulation. With the strip of silk fabric, he tied her to the headboard. "Spread your legs wide. Show me all of you."
She opened for him, her pink sex like a ripe fruit waiting to be devoured. He quickly sheathed his cock, fighting the urge to finish himself off in a few quick strokes. He crawled onto the bed between her legs.
"Fuck me," she murmured.
He leaned over her. "Beg for it."
"Please, sir, I need your big, hard cock inside me. Make me take it all. Fuck me until I scream with pleasure."
He smiled and slapped the inside of her thigh. She jerked and squealed.
"Beg me to slap you again."
She whimpered.
"Obey me, or you'll feel the leather of my belt instead of my open palm."
She writhed and pulled at her bindings, tension skittering up her spine. She closed her eyes. "Please, sir, slap me again."
He slapped her waiting pussy. She cried out, with pleasure this time.
"You liked that."
"Please fuck me, sir."
He smacked her open folds one more time. She lifted toward him and tugged at her restraints. With a long stroke, he entered her, her body offering no resistance. He seated himself deep, holding there, erection throbbing, while looking down into her eyes. "Hello, gorgeous."
She giggled and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. Electricity raced up his spine. He wanted to go slow, but need built inside him.
He looked down at her beautiful body. With one hand propping him up, he caressed her breast with the other. He thrust into her, her muscles clenching him tight. I'm fucking Cyn, and she's fucking me back—and loving every minute of it. His fifteen-year-old self high fived him.
He angled to brush against her clit, and she moaned. A flush spread from her cheeks to her chest. He picked up the pace until her body clenched and she cried out her release. He let himself go, and his whole body shuddered with sharp waves of pleasure.
He collapsed onto the mattress, heart pounding. He untied Cyn's hands, and she curled up into his body. He covered her forehead with grateful kisses. A sense of contentment settled on him.
After disposing of the condom, he reclined next to her supine body and rubbed her wrists. "How do you feel?"
"Perfect," she mumbled, her breath slowing.
"I didn't hurt you?"
"Mmm. Was good."
"You'd tell me if you didn't like it, right?"
Silence.
"Sleepy," she
His fat cock sprang free. Bernadette wasn't kidding. Cyn reached for it and wrapped her lips around it, teasing the cap before taking him deep.
***
Trent threw his head back, the sudden contact stealing his breath. He didn't deserve this, the angelic girl of his dreams submitting to his darkest fantasies. He looked down at her—so pretty—licking and sucking his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, her lips rubbed along the shaft. With a finger, she stroked the seam between his balls, then pressed a knuckle into the sensitive skin behind them.
"So good," he cried, threading his fingers through his hair. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, sir. Love your hot cock."
"I want more, baby. Relax your throat. Take me deep."
She gave him more, and he could feel her soft palate as she worked to swallow him down. Oh shit —he was on the brink of coming way too fast.
He laid a hand on her shoulder. "Hold still." He fucked her mouth while she went passive, receiving him. He bunched her hair in his hands, sliding his cock over her velvet tongue in long, slow strokes.
The feeling of power was like nothing he had experienced before. He was using her body, but she wanted to be used, wanted him to take his pleasure.
With a pained sigh, he pulled out and ordered her onto the bed while he finished undressing. He retrieved the red silk belt from her bathrobe that lay atop the nightstand. "Lie on your back with your arms over your head."
She smiled and obeyed, giving a contented sigh.
He removed the leather strap binding her wrists and rubbed them to restore circulation. With the strip of silk fabric, he tied her to the headboard. "Spread your legs wide. Show me all of you."
She opened for him, her pink sex like a ripe fruit waiting to be devoured. He quickly sheathed his cock, fighting the urge to finish himself off in a few quick strokes. He crawled onto the bed between her legs.
"Fuck me," she murmured.
He leaned over her. "Beg for it."
"Please, sir, I need your big, hard cock inside me. Make me take it all. Fuck me until I scream with pleasure."
He smiled and slapped the inside of her thigh. She jerked and squealed.
"Beg me to slap you again."
She whimpered.
"Obey me, or you'll feel the leather of my belt instead of my open palm."
She writhed and pulled at her bindings, tension skittering up her spine. She closed her eyes. "Please, sir, slap me again."
He slapped her waiting pussy. She cried out, with pleasure this time.
"You liked that."
"Please fuck me, sir."
He smacked her open folds one more time. She lifted toward him and tugged at her restraints. With a long stroke, he entered her, her body offering no resistance. He seated himself deep, holding there, erection throbbing, while looking down into her eyes. "Hello, gorgeous."
She giggled and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. Electricity raced up his spine. He wanted to go slow, but need built inside him.
He looked down at her beautiful body. With one hand propping him up, he caressed her breast with the other. He thrust into her, her muscles clenching him tight. I'm fucking Cyn, and she's fucking me back—and loving every minute of it. His fifteen-year-old self high fived him.
He angled to brush against her clit, and she moaned. A flush spread from her cheeks to her chest. He picked up the pace until her body clenched and she cried out her release. He let himself go, and his whole body shuddered with sharp waves of pleasure.
He collapsed onto the mattress, heart pounding. He untied Cyn's hands, and she curled up into his body. He covered her forehead with grateful kisses. A sense of contentment settled on him.
After disposing of the condom, he reclined next to her supine body and rubbed her wrists. "How do you feel?"
"Perfect," she mumbled, her breath slowing.
"I didn't hurt you?"
"Mmm. Was good."
"You'd tell me if you didn't like it, right?"
Silence.
"Sleepy," she
Similar Books
