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rubbed his cock along her slit just once before he
thrust into her pussy.
The
angle meant he hit her g-spot with every slow and measured thrust, and the
breath left her lungs as his weight pinned her to the bed. He rubbed his
morning stubble across her shoulders, and when he reached around and under to
pinch her clit, Sally saw stars. Filled to the brim by his thick cock pistoning in and out of her body, she tightened and relaxed
around him, as she struggled to stave off her release, until he gave her
permission. When he grunted his own fulfillment into her neck and warmth spread
inside her core, he finally let her come, and Sally flew at his growled,
"Come hard for me, baby, now ."
By
the time she became aware of her surroundings again, she was cocooned in
Junsako's arms with him smiling down on her.
"I
think I might make this our morning ritual, pet."
Sally
shut her eyes and snuggled into his chest, not trusting her ability to form
coherent words right now. That sounded as though he wanted to keep her around,
as though he cared for her, and that just couldn't be.
Junsako's
sigh raised the ends of her fringe, and he cupped her chin to make her look at
him.
"Talk
to me, pet. What's going on in that head of yours?"
It
was a question, but it wasn't, and apprehension made her stomach churn, as he
gave her his undivided attention.
"What
about Aikiri ?" she finally asked.
"What
about her?"
He
wasn't going to make this easy on her, clearly, and Sally wanted the ground to
swallow her up, but she couldn't look away from his intense gaze either.
"I
thought, you and her … well, I mean … I…" Her words failed her when he
didn't answer and instead just raised one eyebrow in seeming irritation.
When
he finally spoke his voice was just above a whisper. Growly and deep, that
voice turned every feminine cell in her body to emotional goo, as it dripped
into her consciousness and wrapped itself around her heart.
"Do
you think so little of me? Have I given the impression that I would be so
callous as to make Aikiri tend to you, when I was
still involved with her?"
His
dark eyes showed a maelstrom of emotions that she couldn't decipher, but that
made that tiny kernel of hope in her chest expand nonetheless. Maybe he did
care for her a little, then?
"Well?"
he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the anger in that one word. "Answer me, girl."
Sally
flinched and tripped up over her answer.
"No,
Sir. I mean I just assumed when I saw the collar that you and she … errr . You're not then?"
Heat
rose in her cheeks, and Sally called herself all kinds of fool in her head.
Could she be any more inane, and why did he not say anything?
"I
mean, I guess I assumed you … erm , took on more than
one sub at a time. I mean that's done, right?"
A
thoughtful look passed across Junsako's features, and he dropped a kiss on her
nose and released her chin with a sigh.
"Is
that something you're looking for, because I—"
"No,
I'm not." Sally interrupted him and then clamped her mouth shut and didn't
dare look at him. Shit , she'd goofed again. She was pretty sure a well
behaved sub didn't interrupt when her dominant was speaking.
"Sorry, Sir." She
mumbled the words and waited for his reaction that never came. Instead he ran a
calloused fingertip along her collar bone and down in between the cleft of her
breasts. He circled one of her tits and then brought that digit up to her
already puckered nipple. Taking the hard nub in his fingers he pulled and
squeezed until he had a generous amount of the surrounding breast tissue in his
hands, and Sally panted as the sharp darts of pain shot straight to her clit.
He repeated the action to her other breast, and when her nipples were hugely
extended and throbbing he flicked each just once with his fingers. Sally yelped,
and Junsako grasped her by the neck and kissed her.
This
was a kiss of ownership, hard, bruising, as their teeth clashed together, and
he devoured her mouth until her lungs
thrust into her pussy.
The
angle meant he hit her g-spot with every slow and measured thrust, and the
breath left her lungs as his weight pinned her to the bed. He rubbed his
morning stubble across her shoulders, and when he reached around and under to
pinch her clit, Sally saw stars. Filled to the brim by his thick cock pistoning in and out of her body, she tightened and relaxed
around him, as she struggled to stave off her release, until he gave her
permission. When he grunted his own fulfillment into her neck and warmth spread
inside her core, he finally let her come, and Sally flew at his growled,
"Come hard for me, baby, now ."
By
the time she became aware of her surroundings again, she was cocooned in
Junsako's arms with him smiling down on her.
"I
think I might make this our morning ritual, pet."
Sally
shut her eyes and snuggled into his chest, not trusting her ability to form
coherent words right now. That sounded as though he wanted to keep her around,
as though he cared for her, and that just couldn't be.
Junsako's
sigh raised the ends of her fringe, and he cupped her chin to make her look at
him.
"Talk
to me, pet. What's going on in that head of yours?"
It
was a question, but it wasn't, and apprehension made her stomach churn, as he
gave her his undivided attention.
"What
about Aikiri ?" she finally asked.
"What
about her?"
He
wasn't going to make this easy on her, clearly, and Sally wanted the ground to
swallow her up, but she couldn't look away from his intense gaze either.
"I
thought, you and her … well, I mean … I…" Her words failed her when he
didn't answer and instead just raised one eyebrow in seeming irritation.
When
he finally spoke his voice was just above a whisper. Growly and deep, that
voice turned every feminine cell in her body to emotional goo, as it dripped
into her consciousness and wrapped itself around her heart.
"Do
you think so little of me? Have I given the impression that I would be so
callous as to make Aikiri tend to you, when I was
still involved with her?"
His
dark eyes showed a maelstrom of emotions that she couldn't decipher, but that
made that tiny kernel of hope in her chest expand nonetheless. Maybe he did
care for her a little, then?
"Well?"
he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the anger in that one word. "Answer me, girl."
Sally
flinched and tripped up over her answer.
"No,
Sir. I mean I just assumed when I saw the collar that you and she … errr . You're not then?"
Heat
rose in her cheeks, and Sally called herself all kinds of fool in her head.
Could she be any more inane, and why did he not say anything?
"I
mean, I guess I assumed you … erm , took on more than
one sub at a time. I mean that's done, right?"
A
thoughtful look passed across Junsako's features, and he dropped a kiss on her
nose and released her chin with a sigh.
"Is
that something you're looking for, because I—"
"No,
I'm not." Sally interrupted him and then clamped her mouth shut and didn't
dare look at him. Shit , she'd goofed again. She was pretty sure a well
behaved sub didn't interrupt when her dominant was speaking.
"Sorry, Sir." She
mumbled the words and waited for his reaction that never came. Instead he ran a
calloused fingertip along her collar bone and down in between the cleft of her
breasts. He circled one of her tits and then brought that digit up to her
already puckered nipple. Taking the hard nub in his fingers he pulled and
squeezed until he had a generous amount of the surrounding breast tissue in his
hands, and Sally panted as the sharp darts of pain shot straight to her clit.
He repeated the action to her other breast, and when her nipples were hugely
extended and throbbing he flicked each just once with his fingers. Sally yelped,
and Junsako grasped her by the neck and kissed her.
This
was a kiss of ownership, hard, bruising, as their teeth clashed together, and
he devoured her mouth until her lungs
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