hand over her reddened ass and then between her legs. Her pussy was dripping, making it easy to insert three fingers. “Is this what you want, Ella? Do you need to be fucked?”
“Yes, oh God, yes! Please, Sir, fuck me!” she pleaded as she jerked against his fingers, loving the feel of the double penetration.
Laughing, he pulled out of her grasping, greedy hole and slapped her ass, inordinately pleased with her. “Not yet,” he said as he came around in front of her and unzipped his jeans. “On your knees, Blondie.”
Ella fell to her knees, happy to be in another position, happier still to have the chance to have Sam’s cock in her mouth again. As she reached for him, he said, “Hands behind your back. I’m going to feed you.”
Ella quickly complied, watching as he ran his hand up and down his shaft, over the seeping head and then back down to cup his balls. “You like watching me touch myself.”
“Yes,” she admitted without shame.
“Shall we masturbate together, Ella? Would you like that?”
She did like watching him fondle himself, and just the idea of getting herself off while he watched was enough to make her come, but right now she only wanted one thing. Never taking her eyes from his cock, she admitted, “Yes, sometime. But right now, I really want to suck you. Sir.”
With a groan, Sam put his free hand in her hair and lowered her head as he fed her his cock. The feel of her lips closing over him, her mouth drawing hard, and her tongue licking him damn near brought him to his knees. Fisting her hair, he fucked her mouth hard, unable to hold back.
Ella loved keeping her hands behind her, giving up that control and leaving it all up to him. He was big and wide and stretched her mouth to the aching point, but she loved every thrust, loved the taste of him, the feel of him as she relaxed her throat and took him deep. She moaned loudly as she bobbed up and down, sucking hard, unable to get enough. She felt him quiver, heard him groan, and tasted his come as he shot it in her mouth and down her throat. Tears of disappointment that it was over already threatened, but she willed them away.
She kept him in her mouth as long as possible, drawing every drop of semen from him before he pulled away with obvious reluctance. She continued licking him, moving down to his balls and laving them lovingly.
“Son of a bitch, Ella. I need another fucking drink after that.” With a hand on her arm, he helped her up. Her mouth was puffy, and she was breathing heavily. She had never looked more beautiful. “Come on, you look like you could use one too.
Chapter Six
Sam shucked his jeans before escorting Ella to a plush chair. While he mixed her a drink, Ella took a moment to get her bearings. Since entering the hotel suite, her sole attention had been focused on pleasing Sam, which, she discovered happily, increased her pleasure immensely. The room was large with plush white carpeting and drapes. She was rather surprised it held only a double bed instead of a king. But she liked the wrought iron frame, the old fashioned look of it with its burgundy quilt cover. A small table sat between her chair and another one and a dresser took up the last wall.
Her attention was drawn back to Sam as he strolled naked towards her. She took the drink he handed her without asking what it was. She liked the fact that he didn’t ask her preference, that she didn’t have to make any decisions tonight, even mundane ones such as deciding what she wanted to drink.
“Such trust,” Sam murmured as she took the glass and sipped the brandy.
“Are you saying I shouldn’t trust you?”
“Not at all. Trust is paramount in the type of relationship we’re developing.”
“Dom/sub?”
Sam ran his hand down her hair. “If you must label it, that’ll do. I prefer to simplify it by not labeling it. Being a cop demands control, of both myself and others. I like having that control. So does Mac. It’s not something we leave at
“Yes, oh God, yes! Please, Sir, fuck me!” she pleaded as she jerked against his fingers, loving the feel of the double penetration.
Laughing, he pulled out of her grasping, greedy hole and slapped her ass, inordinately pleased with her. “Not yet,” he said as he came around in front of her and unzipped his jeans. “On your knees, Blondie.”
Ella fell to her knees, happy to be in another position, happier still to have the chance to have Sam’s cock in her mouth again. As she reached for him, he said, “Hands behind your back. I’m going to feed you.”
Ella quickly complied, watching as he ran his hand up and down his shaft, over the seeping head and then back down to cup his balls. “You like watching me touch myself.”
“Yes,” she admitted without shame.
“Shall we masturbate together, Ella? Would you like that?”
She did like watching him fondle himself, and just the idea of getting herself off while he watched was enough to make her come, but right now she only wanted one thing. Never taking her eyes from his cock, she admitted, “Yes, sometime. But right now, I really want to suck you. Sir.”
With a groan, Sam put his free hand in her hair and lowered her head as he fed her his cock. The feel of her lips closing over him, her mouth drawing hard, and her tongue licking him damn near brought him to his knees. Fisting her hair, he fucked her mouth hard, unable to hold back.
Ella loved keeping her hands behind her, giving up that control and leaving it all up to him. He was big and wide and stretched her mouth to the aching point, but she loved every thrust, loved the taste of him, the feel of him as she relaxed her throat and took him deep. She moaned loudly as she bobbed up and down, sucking hard, unable to get enough. She felt him quiver, heard him groan, and tasted his come as he shot it in her mouth and down her throat. Tears of disappointment that it was over already threatened, but she willed them away.
She kept him in her mouth as long as possible, drawing every drop of semen from him before he pulled away with obvious reluctance. She continued licking him, moving down to his balls and laving them lovingly.
“Son of a bitch, Ella. I need another fucking drink after that.” With a hand on her arm, he helped her up. Her mouth was puffy, and she was breathing heavily. She had never looked more beautiful. “Come on, you look like you could use one too.
Chapter Six
Sam shucked his jeans before escorting Ella to a plush chair. While he mixed her a drink, Ella took a moment to get her bearings. Since entering the hotel suite, her sole attention had been focused on pleasing Sam, which, she discovered happily, increased her pleasure immensely. The room was large with plush white carpeting and drapes. She was rather surprised it held only a double bed instead of a king. But she liked the wrought iron frame, the old fashioned look of it with its burgundy quilt cover. A small table sat between her chair and another one and a dresser took up the last wall.
Her attention was drawn back to Sam as he strolled naked towards her. She took the drink he handed her without asking what it was. She liked the fact that he didn’t ask her preference, that she didn’t have to make any decisions tonight, even mundane ones such as deciding what she wanted to drink.
“Such trust,” Sam murmured as she took the glass and sipped the brandy.
“Are you saying I shouldn’t trust you?”
“Not at all. Trust is paramount in the type of relationship we’re developing.”
“Dom/sub?”
Sam ran his hand down her hair. “If you must label it, that’ll do. I prefer to simplify it by not labeling it. Being a cop demands control, of both myself and others. I like having that control. So does Mac. It’s not something we leave at
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