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want. You don’t change the subject just because you don’t like the topic.” His voice was low, his eyes firm, darkened. “Do you understand? I feel like we’ve had enough conversations about this that you should know how to answer by now.”
She couldn’t explain the turn of emotions in her because she’d never felt them in such a way before. Her mind told her to be angry at his caveman actions, but her heart warmed. She wanted things to go back a few spaces to where he was giving her pleasure.
“I’m sorry.” She heard the words escape her lips and found his eyes softened at them. “We have talked about that,” she continued in a soft tone. She felt no fear of him, even with his hand tied up in her hair.
“That’s better.” He lightened his grip, but didn’t release her. “Now, what was it that you wanted?”
She stared at him for a moment. The words were there, ready to be blurted, but something continued to hold her back. It was one thing to act out dirty things because he told her to, it was another to declare she wanted them to happen.
“There is nothing you can say that will make me think less of you or want you any less.” His words stroked her.
She took a deep breath. “It feels silly now. I’ve ruined the moment.” She took a strained breath. “I wanted to suck you.” She felt as though a large stone lifted from her with the release of the words. She searched his face for a reaction.
He was grinning at her as if he’d been given the winning lottery ticket numbers. “The moment for that can never be ruined,” he promised and let go of her hair to caress her cheek. He helped her from the stool and gave her room to glide down to her knees.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, her tongue running over her lips in anticipation. Her stomach twinged at the idea of what she’d said, what she was doing, and how much she was enjoying herself.
She watched as his fingers moved over his belt, pulling the thick black leather through the buckle. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free of his clothing. He touched the top of her head with his fingertips. It was all the encouragement she needed.
She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, and brought him to her mouth, using the end of her tongue to lick the bead of moisture from the tip of his head. She looked up at him, making sure he was watching; his breath quickened. She smiled a devil’s smile before taking him fully into her mouth. She suckled him as she moved up and down on his dick and used her free hand to cup his balls. The growl that escaped him told her she’d done the right thing.
“Wait, wait.” He pulled her mouth from him, sounding pained.
She wanted to please him…not only physically. “What’s wrong?” Her tongue ran over her lips. Had she been too forward?
“Let’s go to the couch.” He helped her stand from the floor and threw her over his shoulder. The strength of him surprised her.
He placed her on the couch as though he were laying the finest crystal down. She watched in silence as he removed his clothing and sat beside her.
He reached out with his strong arm and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. She waited for him to break off the kiss, as he always did, and then she slid down to his lap.
She stretched out on the couch beside him. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled it back holding it in his hands as he guided her down his shaft. She gave over control to him, letting him choose the depth and speed of her strokes, as she rested her hands on his thigh. A soft moan from her resulted in a low growl from him; she moaned again and heard him suck in his breath.
“You’re killing me!” He groaned and pulled her from his lap. As he watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, he took a ragged breath. “Go in my back pocket.” He pointed to his jeans.
She reached down and dug around until she found what he was looking for. She handed him the small foil
She couldn’t explain the turn of emotions in her because she’d never felt them in such a way before. Her mind told her to be angry at his caveman actions, but her heart warmed. She wanted things to go back a few spaces to where he was giving her pleasure.
“I’m sorry.” She heard the words escape her lips and found his eyes softened at them. “We have talked about that,” she continued in a soft tone. She felt no fear of him, even with his hand tied up in her hair.
“That’s better.” He lightened his grip, but didn’t release her. “Now, what was it that you wanted?”
She stared at him for a moment. The words were there, ready to be blurted, but something continued to hold her back. It was one thing to act out dirty things because he told her to, it was another to declare she wanted them to happen.
“There is nothing you can say that will make me think less of you or want you any less.” His words stroked her.
She took a deep breath. “It feels silly now. I’ve ruined the moment.” She took a strained breath. “I wanted to suck you.” She felt as though a large stone lifted from her with the release of the words. She searched his face for a reaction.
He was grinning at her as if he’d been given the winning lottery ticket numbers. “The moment for that can never be ruined,” he promised and let go of her hair to caress her cheek. He helped her from the stool and gave her room to glide down to her knees.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, her tongue running over her lips in anticipation. Her stomach twinged at the idea of what she’d said, what she was doing, and how much she was enjoying herself.
She watched as his fingers moved over his belt, pulling the thick black leather through the buckle. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free of his clothing. He touched the top of her head with his fingertips. It was all the encouragement she needed.
She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, and brought him to her mouth, using the end of her tongue to lick the bead of moisture from the tip of his head. She looked up at him, making sure he was watching; his breath quickened. She smiled a devil’s smile before taking him fully into her mouth. She suckled him as she moved up and down on his dick and used her free hand to cup his balls. The growl that escaped him told her she’d done the right thing.
“Wait, wait.” He pulled her mouth from him, sounding pained.
She wanted to please him…not only physically. “What’s wrong?” Her tongue ran over her lips. Had she been too forward?
“Let’s go to the couch.” He helped her stand from the floor and threw her over his shoulder. The strength of him surprised her.
He placed her on the couch as though he were laying the finest crystal down. She watched in silence as he removed his clothing and sat beside her.
He reached out with his strong arm and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. She waited for him to break off the kiss, as he always did, and then she slid down to his lap.
She stretched out on the couch beside him. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled it back holding it in his hands as he guided her down his shaft. She gave over control to him, letting him choose the depth and speed of her strokes, as she rested her hands on his thigh. A soft moan from her resulted in a low growl from him; she moaned again and heard him suck in his breath.
“You’re killing me!” He groaned and pulled her from his lap. As he watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, he took a ragged breath. “Go in my back pocket.” He pointed to his jeans.
She reached down and dug around until she found what he was looking for. She handed him the small foil
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