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more with her tongue or sucking on his cock, but he was
thrusting too fast for her to have any affect. And now his head was tapping her
gag reflex. It took all her concentration not to fight him.
He
fucked her face for a few moments longer before suddenly pulling out of her
mouth completely and yanking her up by her hair. Tiny prickles of pain attacked
her scalp as he tugged her up to her feet. She stood and he held her face
between his hands, rubbing her lower lip with his thumb and looking deep into
her eyes.
Wanting
to ask him if she did well, if he got what he came for, she couldn’t. His look
commanded her to be silent.
He
pulled her toward the couch. Once there, he let go of her hair and sat, leaving
her standing beside the arm of the sofa.
“I’d
like a beer if you have one,” he told her, grabbing the remote and changing the
TV from Netflix to a channel showing football.
A
little confused but willing, Jillian went into her kitchen and grabbed a bottle
of the beer she kept for him. After opening it, she brought it back. He took it
from her, drank deeply, and then placed it on her coffee table.
“I’d
like you to sit on my lap, straddling my legs.”
Growing
even more excited, she did as he asked. She was wearing her sleep shirt and had
on a pair of white, plain cotton briefs underneath. If she had known he was
coming, she would have put on something more exciting.
Once
she was seated, he lifted up her shirt and grabbed her breasts with his hands.
His tongue eagerly ran across his lips before he leaned forward to take one of
her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard and bit down on the puckered nub. Jillian
hissed in pain, but otherwise kept quiet.
He
took his time, kissing her breast and all around, sucking and biting more,
squeezing tight with his hand. Her nipple turned bright red and she felt her
pussy clenching and growing wet while she watched him treat her like a chew
toy. He gave both sensitive breasts the same treatment until she couldn’t hold
still in his lap and tried to grind her pelvis where his cock had grown hard
and long in his jeans. Without warning he gave her a hard bite, stilling her
rocking hips.
“Ouch!”
“If
I wanted you to dry hump me I would have told you.”
Chastened,
she nodded.
“Good
girl.”
Brad
reached behind and grabbed her ass in his hands, spreading the cheeks wide
apart and squeezing them in a vice like grip. One of her nipples was still
captive in his mouth, and her pussy felt like it was going to explode even
though it was getting no attention. Her eyes clenched shut. Her hair cascaded
down her back like a silk sheet, she was picture perfect image of a woman
getting pleasured by her lover.
Eventually
he slipped his fingers under the leg bands of her underwear and started toying
with her wet slit while still grabbing and kneading her ass with the other hand.
His fingers moved through her wet moisture and even ventured toward her
asshole, something no man had yet even come close to getting near. Jillian
wiggled uncomfortably, not sure she would like that.
Brad
didn’t go any further with it, only coming close to her little hole and then
darting away again. It wasn’t very long before she wanted him to actually touch
her there, and she ended up grinding against him, forgetting his orders
earlier.
Letting
go of her nipple with a pop, he pulled back on her upper arms until she met his
gaze. He was frowning.
“I
told you not to do that,” he said.
“I’m
sorry! I forgot.”
His
eyebrows rose in disbelief. “Forgot?”
Jillian
nodded, scared he was really mad.
“I
think I know a way to keep you from forgetting again. I want you to lie down
across me, your ass on top of my lap.”
Confused
and unsure of what he had planned, she moved into the position he asked for
anyway. Once she was lying across his legs, she suddenly realized
thrusting too fast for her to have any affect. And now his head was tapping her
gag reflex. It took all her concentration not to fight him.
He
fucked her face for a few moments longer before suddenly pulling out of her
mouth completely and yanking her up by her hair. Tiny prickles of pain attacked
her scalp as he tugged her up to her feet. She stood and he held her face
between his hands, rubbing her lower lip with his thumb and looking deep into
her eyes.
Wanting
to ask him if she did well, if he got what he came for, she couldn’t. His look
commanded her to be silent.
He
pulled her toward the couch. Once there, he let go of her hair and sat, leaving
her standing beside the arm of the sofa.
“I’d
like a beer if you have one,” he told her, grabbing the remote and changing the
TV from Netflix to a channel showing football.
A
little confused but willing, Jillian went into her kitchen and grabbed a bottle
of the beer she kept for him. After opening it, she brought it back. He took it
from her, drank deeply, and then placed it on her coffee table.
“I’d
like you to sit on my lap, straddling my legs.”
Growing
even more excited, she did as he asked. She was wearing her sleep shirt and had
on a pair of white, plain cotton briefs underneath. If she had known he was
coming, she would have put on something more exciting.
Once
she was seated, he lifted up her shirt and grabbed her breasts with his hands.
His tongue eagerly ran across his lips before he leaned forward to take one of
her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard and bit down on the puckered nub. Jillian
hissed in pain, but otherwise kept quiet.
He
took his time, kissing her breast and all around, sucking and biting more,
squeezing tight with his hand. Her nipple turned bright red and she felt her
pussy clenching and growing wet while she watched him treat her like a chew
toy. He gave both sensitive breasts the same treatment until she couldn’t hold
still in his lap and tried to grind her pelvis where his cock had grown hard
and long in his jeans. Without warning he gave her a hard bite, stilling her
rocking hips.
“Ouch!”
“If
I wanted you to dry hump me I would have told you.”
Chastened,
she nodded.
“Good
girl.”
Brad
reached behind and grabbed her ass in his hands, spreading the cheeks wide
apart and squeezing them in a vice like grip. One of her nipples was still
captive in his mouth, and her pussy felt like it was going to explode even
though it was getting no attention. Her eyes clenched shut. Her hair cascaded
down her back like a silk sheet, she was picture perfect image of a woman
getting pleasured by her lover.
Eventually
he slipped his fingers under the leg bands of her underwear and started toying
with her wet slit while still grabbing and kneading her ass with the other hand.
His fingers moved through her wet moisture and even ventured toward her
asshole, something no man had yet even come close to getting near. Jillian
wiggled uncomfortably, not sure she would like that.
Brad
didn’t go any further with it, only coming close to her little hole and then
darting away again. It wasn’t very long before she wanted him to actually touch
her there, and she ended up grinding against him, forgetting his orders
earlier.
Letting
go of her nipple with a pop, he pulled back on her upper arms until she met his
gaze. He was frowning.
“I
told you not to do that,” he said.
“I’m
sorry! I forgot.”
His
eyebrows rose in disbelief. “Forgot?”
Jillian
nodded, scared he was really mad.
“I
think I know a way to keep you from forgetting again. I want you to lie down
across me, your ass on top of my lap.”
Confused
and unsure of what he had planned, she moved into the position he asked for
anyway. Once she was lying across his legs, she suddenly realized
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