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“Put it on.” He pushed it back at her.
She opened the condom and placed it in her mouth. A trick not tried since high school, she worried she’d make a fool of herself.
He watched with admiration in his eyes as she took him back into her mouth and slowly coaxed the rubber over him with her lips and tongue. Once she reached the base of his cock, she sat up and gave him a cocky grin. Something about him gave her the nerve to be daring, to do things she’d dreamt of but never tried before.
He pulled her to him and kissed her again with a new fire. Without breaking free from the kiss, he brought her up to straddle him.
She needed no instruction. She guided him into her and groaned into his mouth with the full sensation he caused. Moving up and down quickly, she gripped his shoulders with her hands.
“Ask before you come,” he directed her.
Instinct made her want to disagree, to declare her freedom…but the tingling inside her at his instruction hushed her brain.
His eyes warmed at her agreement, and the tingling intensified. His pleasure drove her own deeper. She didn’t understand the mixture of the emotions rattling inside her like a dark storm about to erupt, but decided to figure it all out later.
She continued to bounce up and down on him. He captured both of her nipples his hands and began twisting them with a gentle pressure. She threw her head back and unleashed herself. Her breasts were still sensitive from the crop and clamps; his slight touch drove her to the edge.
“Can I?” She dug her nails into his skin.
“Can you what?” He played dumb.
“Can I come?” She growled, and he laughed.
“I’m sure you can. I’ve seen it.”
Her nails dug in deeper into his shoulders, her frustration building.
He released one nipple and reached between their mingled bodies, flicking her clitoris as she continued to ride him.
“May I come!?” She panted and began to grind her hips into him, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure. She was at the brink and wouldn’t last much longer.
“Yes, you may,” he ground out his answer and found his own release as she bucked against him with all the eagerness of a predator. She screamed out her orgasm and felt the vibrations of his chest as his own roar of pleasure was released
When the waves passed them, she fell onto his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck. They both panted and wrapped their arms around each other.
Jessica felt his heart beating beneath her cheek. She inhaled deeply. He smelled strong, no flowery aftershave or overpowering odor that could be tasted as much as smelt.
“Jess?” Royce searched her face. “You okay?” He wiped a strand of hair from her eyes.
“Yes,” she answered and moved from his lap.
He sighed into the air. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but don’t lie to me. One more and you’ll have your first punishment.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Are your breasts sore?” He turned to examine her.
“No, I mean, yeah, a little, but not bad.” She folded her hands in her lap.
“You did extremely well.” His dimple appeared.
“Thanks?” She’d never been complimented after sex before and wasn’t entirely sure how to respond.
“I want to ask you something, and I’d like your honesty.” He pulled away from her and held her chin in his fingers.
She searched his face for a hint at what he was about to bring up. “Okay. I’ll try.” She took a deep breath and waited.
“Why did you become a paralegal instead of going into publishing? There has to be a reason.”
She wanted to pull away from him, to ignore the question. Feelings didn’t work well for her, talking about them only made it worse.
“It just wasn’t for me,” she said, avoiding his gaze and focusing on his chin.
“Why?” He pulled her chin upward until she put her eyes back on his.
“I was afraid,” she said in a soft voice.
He wrinkled his brow.
“I would have failed.”
“Put it on.” He pushed it back at her.
She opened the condom and placed it in her mouth. A trick not tried since high school, she worried she’d make a fool of herself.
He watched with admiration in his eyes as she took him back into her mouth and slowly coaxed the rubber over him with her lips and tongue. Once she reached the base of his cock, she sat up and gave him a cocky grin. Something about him gave her the nerve to be daring, to do things she’d dreamt of but never tried before.
He pulled her to him and kissed her again with a new fire. Without breaking free from the kiss, he brought her up to straddle him.
She needed no instruction. She guided him into her and groaned into his mouth with the full sensation he caused. Moving up and down quickly, she gripped his shoulders with her hands.
“Ask before you come,” he directed her.
Instinct made her want to disagree, to declare her freedom…but the tingling inside her at his instruction hushed her brain.
His eyes warmed at her agreement, and the tingling intensified. His pleasure drove her own deeper. She didn’t understand the mixture of the emotions rattling inside her like a dark storm about to erupt, but decided to figure it all out later.
She continued to bounce up and down on him. He captured both of her nipples his hands and began twisting them with a gentle pressure. She threw her head back and unleashed herself. Her breasts were still sensitive from the crop and clamps; his slight touch drove her to the edge.
“Can I?” She dug her nails into his skin.
“Can you what?” He played dumb.
“Can I come?” She growled, and he laughed.
“I’m sure you can. I’ve seen it.”
Her nails dug in deeper into his shoulders, her frustration building.
He released one nipple and reached between their mingled bodies, flicking her clitoris as she continued to ride him.
“May I come!?” She panted and began to grind her hips into him, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure. She was at the brink and wouldn’t last much longer.
“Yes, you may,” he ground out his answer and found his own release as she bucked against him with all the eagerness of a predator. She screamed out her orgasm and felt the vibrations of his chest as his own roar of pleasure was released
When the waves passed them, she fell onto his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck. They both panted and wrapped their arms around each other.
Jessica felt his heart beating beneath her cheek. She inhaled deeply. He smelled strong, no flowery aftershave or overpowering odor that could be tasted as much as smelt.
“Jess?” Royce searched her face. “You okay?” He wiped a strand of hair from her eyes.
“Yes,” she answered and moved from his lap.
He sighed into the air. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but don’t lie to me. One more and you’ll have your first punishment.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Are your breasts sore?” He turned to examine her.
“No, I mean, yeah, a little, but not bad.” She folded her hands in her lap.
“You did extremely well.” His dimple appeared.
“Thanks?” She’d never been complimented after sex before and wasn’t entirely sure how to respond.
“I want to ask you something, and I’d like your honesty.” He pulled away from her and held her chin in his fingers.
She searched his face for a hint at what he was about to bring up. “Okay. I’ll try.” She took a deep breath and waited.
“Why did you become a paralegal instead of going into publishing? There has to be a reason.”
She wanted to pull away from him, to ignore the question. Feelings didn’t work well for her, talking about them only made it worse.
“It just wasn’t for me,” she said, avoiding his gaze and focusing on his chin.
“Why?” He pulled her chin upward until she put her eyes back on his.
“I was afraid,” she said in a soft voice.
He wrinkled his brow.
“I would have failed.”
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