I lick her swollen peak like a starved man who’s spent too many nights alone with his fist as his only companion.
“Your tongue is as amazing as your lips.”
I chuckle.
“Your tits are so fucking sexy,” I rasp between licks.
As I take my pleasure—and give her hers—she lets out a series of inaudible prayers. The more I suck, the more she arches her back, pushing her tits upward. After a few teasing minutes, I pull away.
“God, the way you do that…”
“There’s still so much of you I have yet to sample,” I tell her.
“You’re never going to let that one go?”
“Your invitation got us here.”
I caress the length of her body, starting from her neck all the way down to her pussy. I slide my fingers in between her wet lips and she loses it.
“Jesus,” she cries, squirming under my touch while her nails dig into my forearm.
“I can smell you, Everly.”
“Oh, God. I'm sorry.”
“Don't be. It's a good thing. It tells me your sweet pussy is ready for me.” Her heady scent makes my cock twitch. Leaning into her, I insert two fingers inside her pussy. Her knees buckle.
“Christ,” she groans. “Your fingers are so long.”
“They're just a warm-up for my cock. Trust me, he’s a lot more to take in.”
Her eyes widen at my boldness.
“You’re dripping, precious,” I say.
I relish at her juices gliding down my hand.
Everly tilts her head up and flashes me a small smile. “I can't believe it. It’s never happened to me before.”
“What do you mean?”
She opens her mouth to say something, but hesitates.
“You can tell me,” I coax. “I won't judge.”
“It's usually pretty dry down there.”
All movement stops.
“What?”
“I never get this excited,” she says, lowering her eyes.
“So this is for me?”
“Definitely.”
We exchange a smile.
I continue with my tease.
With one finger, I stroke down into her wetness and back up, circling around her clit. Each circuit jolts her body and leaves her shivering. I tease her languorously, taking my sweet time to savor how well she responds to me. Without being coaxed, she moves her hips in a circular motion, almost begging me for more as I torment her, careful not to touch her clit.
“You have no idea how exquisite you are right now.”
She whines and thrusts her hips forward, hoping I’ll give her what she wants. Her body starts to tremble as my finger skates around her clit in a slow and rhythmic dance. Her panties are dampening against my fingers as she pushes against me.
Fucking beautiful.
From the way her eyes roll into the back of her head, I'm sure she’s a breath away from losing it. I could take her to the brink, but I have other plans for her.
“You stopped,” she says with slight annoyance.
Without leaving her gaze, I pull out the two fingers I have in her pussy, bring them up to my mouth and lick.
“Mother of God,” she hisses.
She just stares at me as I lap her juices from my hand.
“I can't believe my eyes,” she says.
“For five days now, I've been wondering what you taste like. I suspected you’d be this sweet. I was right.”
“That was so…”
“Wrong?”
She shakes her head. “That's not what I was going to say.”
“I'm listening.”
“Outrageously sexy,” she says before folding her lower lip between her teeth.
“So my donut dominatrix is a little perverted?”
“I suspect you're a bad influence on her.”
“Good.”
“You look like you took so much pleasure when you were licking your fingers.”
She’s still dumbfounded.
“It’s the second best thing to having my mouth on your pussy.”
“You don't mince words.”
“No, never.”
I lower my head and plant three gentle kisses on her lips.
“Oh, God, I can taste myself,” she says, licking her lips.
“I know,” I laugh. “For the first time, I want you to come on my cock,” I tell her.
“Oh, I don't—” she waves a dismissive hand in front of her face. “Never mind.”
“Finish your sentence,” I press.
“What about tying me up?”
I'm not sure what just happened, but I let it slide.
“What about tying you up?”
“Did you forget?”
“One doesn't mutually exclude the other.” I set her straight.
That worried look again.
“It isn't fair if you’re the only one naked. Let me get undressed,” I say.
She tilts her head back and laughs.
I watch her watch me as I undo my tie and fling it on the bed.
“We’ll need that for a little later,” I wink.
I remove my charcoal gray jacket, reach out and drop it on the dresser. My white shirt is next. I unbutton it and slide it off my shoulders before flinging it on top of the jacket.
“Ha! You have tattoos,” she exclaims, her eyes widening like saucers.
I can't read her expression.
“Is that a deal breaker?” I ask.
“Before I moved to LA… maybe.” I appreciate her honesty. “But, that's before the colored hair. Now, I can handle living on the edge,” she laughs.
“The tattoos are part of the bad boy rocker package,” I joke. “I gather from your response, you’ve never been with a guy who’s inked?”
“No,” she shakes her head. “My ex-boyfriend had a ‘the third’ behind his name and he was part of the Barrington Hills Polo Club—just outside of Chicago. No tattoos. No facial hair. No edge. He always wore an undershirt—even under t-shirts and even in the smoldering heat. I never saw him in jeans. He was as straight-laced as they come,” she says. “Is it just random art?” Her eyes are glued to me.
“Most of them are, except for this one,” I point to my chest above my heart.
She moves closer. “It's so intricate. I can't make out the words.”
“Naomi.”
Her eyes lift up to mine. “Your daughter?”
“My world.”
She reaches out and traces the letters with the tip of her finger. The contact sends a thrill that travels all the way down to my balls.
“That's…” She hesitates. “That's so beautiful. She's with you everywhere you go.”
Few women get it.
I just nod.
She continues her exploration by running her hands along my arm.
“Wow. Your tattoos run from your shoulders all the way down to your wrists. Did it hurt?”
“It hurt like a bitch, but the result was worth it. I didn't get it all done in one shot. I started with the shoulder and bicep, then I moved to my chest—all on the right side of my body. A few years later, I got the left shoulder and bicep done, but didn’t do the chest—the lack of symmetry makes it more interesting. I thought I was done, but I decided to do my forearms to celebrate the end of my career as a rock star.”
“I always thought tattoos were rebellious. Gang related, even. It never occurred to me they could be meaningful. LA changed that,” she says.
“In some cultures that's all they are.”
“You wear them well.”
“Thanks. They’re part of me.”
We exchange a warm smile until my cock reminds me I have a gorgeous, nearly naked woman standing in front of me. Without breaking her gaze, I kick off my London-made bespoke shoes, then unzip my pants and pull them down my legs before stepping out of them. I remove my socks and with quick hands, I strip out of my boxer briefs. I now stand in front of her fully naked.
I’m so hungry for her, my
cock is erect straight against my stomach, pointing north. Instinctively, I grab it and start to stroke it gently as I walk towards her.
“Wow.” She swallows hard. “You’re way too big.”
“How do you know?” I challenge.
She flashes me an incredulous look. “Have you seen how huge you are?”
“Only once or twice.” I chuckle. “You're freaking out for no good reason. You’ll stretch.”
“I'll never stretch enough to accommodate that massive thing,” she waves a frantic finger at my cock.
“Are you a virgin?”
She shakes her head. “No, but…” Her words trail off.
“But, what?”
“I've only had one boyfriend. And let's just say you put him to shame.”
“We’ll take it slow and you'll take me in like a champ.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Since this is our first time together and I have this massive thing…” I lower my eyes to my cock. She laughs. “I don't want this to be too intimidating for you. I’m going to sit down on the bed and you’re going to straddle me.”
“How is that going to work?”
“You’re going to slide down on my cock. That way you can take me in an inch at a time.”
She widens her eyes, surprised. “Oh, okay.”
“Why do I feel you’re hesitating?”
She worries away at the corner of her lip. “I’ve never been on top before.”
“Ah. I see. Straight-laced polo boy liked it missionary style?”
She explodes in laughter.
“Something like that.”
I smile down at her. “Well, donut dominatrix, we’re going to do everything but the missionary position. Are you up for that?”
“On one condition?”
“The baby donut dominatrix has demands?” I tease.
“Just one.”
“Shoot.”
“Please don’t rip me in half.”
“I won't. I can't. I need your pussy. If you think we’re doing this once tonight, you're gravely mistaken. We’re doing this over, and over, and over again.”
“God save me,” she hisses.
I stroke my cock hard and squeeze the tip just enough to lose a few drops of moisture. “I'm your only salvation tonight, precious.”
I let go of my cock, walk back to the dresser and find my wallet. I fumble through it until I find a condom.
“I’m on the pill,” she offers.
“Yeah?”
Best to double check.
She nods. “I’ve been on it for years, for my periods.”
“Good.”
I bring the packet to my mouth, rip it open with my teeth, pull it out and I sheath. Her eyes are on me the whole time. I stride back to the bed and sit, grab the tie and wiggle my finger at her.
“Come closer.”
She does.
“Hands out,” I command.
Her eyes bounce from the tie to my gaze for a few beats.
“What if I'm really bad at this? That would be so embarrassing for a first time,” she finally says.
My fierce vixen transforms into a worried little girl.
“Look at me,” I command. “We’re in this together. Okay?”
“Yeah, but it might not be enjoyable for you if I’m awkward.”
My finger traces the contour of her trembling lips. “You're not going to be awkward. I’ll guide you. A few thrusts and you’ll ride me like a thoroughbred. You’re so wet, it won’t take me long to make you lose your mind. In no time, you’ll come all over my cock.”
She still looks petrified.
“Talk to me, precious.”
“I guess now is as good a time as any to say this.” She takes a deep breath in. “You shouldn't feel bad if I don't…” She pauses.
“I’m listening.”
“I can’t have an orgasm.”
My jaw drops.
“I don't even want to imagine how it was like for you with straight-laced polo boy, but with me, I don't come until you come. Got that?”
She doesn't answer.
“Trust that I will make it good for you, Everly.”
“Okay.” She nods shyly.
I flash her a victory smile.
I lean down and kiss her before sliding my tongue between her lips in search of hers. I can still taste her saltiness. I allow my hands to travel lower. I cup her ass and squeeze it. Fuck.
I break our kiss. “That’s one fine ass, precious,” I say, caressing her butt.
She laughs.
“Oh, you think that's funny?”
“No, I’m flattered. You surely know how to boost a girl’s ego.”
Good, she isn’t as nervous.
“Hands out,” I repeat my earlier command.
I take her hands into mine and press them together before grabbing my black silk tie. I wrap it around her wrists in a swift motion. All the while she watches blinking a mile a minute. When I’m done, I tighten the tie once more.
“I want you to surrender entirely to me, but I don’t want to hurt you. We’re clear?”
“We are.”
I lower my eyes to her wrapped hands. “Is that too tight?”
“No.”
“Sure?”
“I am.”
“Good.”
“This isn’t your first time doing this.” Her gaze meets mine.
“It isn’t. You want someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“Duly noted.”
It’s been too long since I’ve taken things to this level with a woman. Lately, I tend to keep it simple––a little foreplay, hard fucking, climax, done. I want to take my time and savor Everly.
I slide my hands under her armpits and lift her. I swing her over my thighs and lower her gently to my lap, leaving her no choice but to sit right behind my cock.
“Ready, my little donut dominatrix?”
“What about my panties?”
I lower my hands to her ass, caressing her gently.
“What about them?”
“I’m still—”
One swift movement and they’re gone. “Not anymore,” I grin.
“You just ripped them right off me!”
The look of the indignation on her face is hilarious.
“I thought you were okay living on the edge?” I challenge. She just laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy another pair.”
I lift her hands up and feed them over my head before lifting her hips again. This time, I position her right on top of my erect cock.
“Slow and steady. I'll hold on to you while you sit on my cock,” I say.
“Okay.”
She does as she’s told.
“Ahhh,” she wails when she swallows my tip.
I don’t move, worried I’ll rush her.
She sinks, inch by inch, by inch, by inch.
“Oh, God,” she cries out, sitting on top of my cock.
She takes my full nine-inches beautifully.
I gasp for air too aroused to even speak.
I bite off a grunt of ecstasy when I feel her clit rolling over my pelvis. I’m in so deep, it’s like I’m fused to her.
Jesus Christ.
“We’re so close,” she exhales.
The vulnerability flickering through her eyes is unsettling.
I thread my fingers in her hair before dropping my forehead against hers. “We are.”
She grins. Our gazes are locked into each other.
“There’s still one thing not right,” I say.
“What?”
“This.” I reach behind her head and play around with her hair until I pull out the pins and the elastic holding it up. “Better,” I say, combing out her long colored mane. “I love your hair. It's going to look so good wrapped around my fists as you ride me.” I punctuate my sentence by thrusting my hips, jerking her up with me.
“You’re so hard,” she murmurs.
My balls are tightening and aching l
ike crazy.
I'm holding on by a thread. I’m literally a heartbeat away from exploding, but I made her a promise and I intend on keeping it.
“It’s all your fault.”
She smiles.
I slide my finger between her lips and rub her clit in a circular motion.
Her head lolls back. “Oh, God.”
I stop.
“How can you be so cruel?” she chastises.
I resume my teasing.
“Hmmm,” she hums.
I stop again.
This time she flashes me a displeased look.
Her body is trembling under my grasp, but it’s not enough for me to take it easy on her.
“What do you want, precious?”
“You know what I want.”
“Not unless you tell me.”
She hesitates.
“I can sit here and stare into your big beautiful brown eyes all night long.”
“Touch me.”
“Is that how a good girl asks for something?”
“Holt, please touch me.”
“A little better, but not good enough. Be precise.”
“Holt, please rub my clit.”
“That wasn’t so bad,” I grin.
She folds her bottom lip between her teeth, trying not to smile.
My thumb rubs her clit with laser precision. I rotate in slow circles sending her higher and higher with each revolution.
“Please, Holt, please don’t stop,” she wails.
“Is someone begging?”
She responds by spreading her legs further and arching her back. The movement causes her to sink even lower against my cock. Not sure how that's even possible.
Fuck.
I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “I might not recover from this, Everly. From you,” I growl.
“I already know I won't.”
And if it doesn't do something to me to hear her admit that.
With one last tormenting thrust, I pull my thumb away.
“I can feel your heat. It's driving me crazy. If I don't start moving soon, I'll die,” I say.
“Okay.”
I still sense her nervousness and I hate that there isn't much I can do about it.
I cup her face in my free hand and pull her into a slow, passionate and blazing kiss. “Follow my cadence,” I say, brushing her hair away from her face.
She nods.
“Use your arms around my shoulders as leverage and just keep meeting my thrusts. Eventually, you’ll stop overthinking and your body will take over.”
My movements are slow and calculated at first. Her response is tentative. It doesn’t take long for my body to need more. As I thrust more forcefully into her warm pussy, eventually Everly finds her own stride.
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