by Dark Angel
“That’s it, baby. Work us both over,” he instructs and I do as he asks, sucking him with everything I’ve got while sliding the finger in and out of me.
My God, this feels amazing. Honestly, I could've cum just from sucking him off. Giving him pleasure turns me on so much, I could climax from it alone, but now that he has me pleasuring myself, it’s the best of both worlds. The vibrations are building in my stomach and I’m ready for yet another orgasm as I struggle to focus on his throbbing cock in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck! Take it all,” he orders, his hips lunging forward, and I bring my other hand back to his raging cock, gripping him with both hands as I shove him down my throat, twisting my head to run my tongue around his base. I can tell his own waves are building and his release is just around the corner, despite the fact that I haven’t even increased my pace yet.
“God, your mouth feels amazing. Keep going, baby. I’m gonna cum for you,” he groans, and I increase my pace just slightly, taking him deep into my mouth, until he hits the back of my throat, and then humming gently. He growls and I know this must be one of his favorite things, so I do it over and over again. Each time, I push him a little further, until he’s halfway down my throat, my gag reflex again kicking in.
I gag on his cock and spit the influx of saliva onto his stiff erection, which defies gravity in the way it stands out on its own. His eyes hood over when I hulk on him, and I know he’s a freaky bastard with all the kinky shit he loves. That turns me on too.
I really cannot believe this man has never felt pussy. I don’t want to win the prize I’ve signed onto, but I know I’m going to be the first woman he fucks, I have to be. There’s no way he can ever give this good dick to anyone but me, I won’t have it. This is mine.
“Baby, fuck!” He grunts as I squeeze the base of his cock while sucking the tip with hard suction. He’s turning to putty in my mouth, his legs shifting as he struggles to maintain his balance, his knees must be going weak.
There’s something about bringing a man like him to his knees that just makes me want to explode. And knowing that he loves me only makes this all the more enticing and exhilarating. His hand drops from the back of my head and falls down to my cheek, prompting me to look up at him. With his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he’s glaring down at me with a mix of admiration and appreciation. I may be blowing him, but I’m sure his eyes are telling me he loves me.
He is in utter bliss as he watches his cock disappear inside my mouth, my eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat and my gag reflex threatens to rear its ugly head again. I don’t care how many times he’s had a blow job, nothing has compared to this, I’m sure of it.
“Please, baby. Make me cum,” he begs, his hips surging. He thinks I’m going to do the torturing bit again, delaying his orgasm.
There’s a bit of guilt and pleasure that rushes through me. Guilt because he feels like he’s about to be punished, since I have delayed his orgasm before, but also pleasure because he’s given me ownership of his release and he’s begging me for it. The biggest shock I could give him is not making him wait, so I do just that.
With both of my hands wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, I squeeze tightly, rotating in opposite directions like I’m grinding pepper, while bobbing my head forward as I suck his head aggressively. My mouth and hands are working overtime and his hips are quickly surging, he can’t get enough!
“Ashley! Don’t you fucking stop! Oh baby,” he groans as I continue to rock his world.
“Oh fuck! You feel too good! I don’t want to cum yet,” he growls but I don’t stop.
He’s mine and I control when and where he comes. He’s going to cum down my throat and I can’t wait to taste him. Knowing that I’ll get his pleasure only drives me forward, as I grow hungry for his release. I want to drive him to climax more than I want to climax myself.
“Ashley,” he groans my name so sexily. His voice is hoarse and throaty, his tone is full of begging and pleading, his body teetering on losing control.
My hands are twisting so tightly, sliding on all of the saliva. I can taste the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and I know he’s going to be salty and creamy from the sample. He’s losing all control and I know it’s only a matter of minutes before he explodes in my mouth. I am so eager to feel him, to drive him to the point of no return.
“Right there, baby. Fuck! I fucking love you, girl. Suck me good, Ashley,” he growls and I find myself heating up all over again. Just hearing him tell me he loves me before he loses it is so erotic. It’s like my head is reminding him of how much I love him, or even making him love me more.
“Ahh! Baby! Don’t stop!” He whines, and his weak tone makes me drop my hands to my side. Sucking him with no hands, I reach for my nipples, and tease myself while bobbing my head forward and backward, taking his length all the way down my throat and spitting it up before repeating the pattern again and again.
“Holy fuck! Ashley, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard!” He growls loudly and it's exactly what I want to hear, exactly what I want to accomplish.
“Touch your pussy,” he growls, his hand now gripping a handful of my hair, his body taking over as he surges forward eager for release.
Dropping my hand to my pussy, I circle my clit before sliding two fingers inside of my slippery snatch. God, it feels good. I curve around my finger, relishing in the pressure as I continue to bob on and off of his cock, my jaws sore from the maximum stretching. There’s a splashing sound as my finger slides in and out, in and out, as I moan my pleasure on his cock.
“That sounds so fucking hot! Bang yourself harder,” he instructs and I do as he orders. The sound is exemplified, the splashing noise growing louder and louder each time I slam into me, my palm tapping my clit and I think I might explode.
“Don’t you fucking cum,” he grips my hair tightly and I look up at him in disappointment, my body racing toward my climax.
“You’re cumming on my tongue, nowhere else,” he clarifies and that doesn’t sound half bad, so I slow my fingers and focus instead on getting him off so he can do the same to me.
Returning my hands to his manhood, I jerk him roughly as my mouth takes in as much as I can handle. As a team, my hands and mouth push him on, urging him to explode, and he growls and groans his approval as my pace matches the rhythm of his desperate hips.
Just when he begins to lose control, those hips rocking fast and erratic, I see his balls draw up and know that he’s close. Readying myself, I balance my weight as his eyes hood over. Looking up, he’s unable to watch me, so I watch him now.
First his eyelids lower, and then they flash open, as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Next, his head falls back, as a loud and throaty groan escapes him. When his hips pause, just as his hands push my head onto his cock, I know he’s reached his limit. His cock twitches in my mouth and then I feel him spasm as he hollers his satisfaction.
The creamy, salty, thickness slides down my throat and I swallow a mix of his semen and saliva as I continue to suck him, squeezing his base as I suck him off. His hips are barely rocking, but he’s still twitching and oozing more cum into my mouth.
“Oh fuck! Milk me, baby… Take it all,” he growls and I suck him gently, taking all of his cock down my throat before sliding it out slowly and doing it again. He’s growing soft under my tongue as I drain him of every drop of his pleasure. Just as I’ve finished, he leans down and kisses my forehead.
“That was fucking amazing. Now lie down on this bed. I’m about to make you cum until you cry,” he warns me.
My heart is racing as the adrenaline supersedes. I was so worked up for his build up I kind of forgot about mine. Now, he’s determined to drive me even more crazy than I drove him, I can see it from the look in his eyes. As I lie on the bed he stands above me, looking down with a conspiratorial glare as he takes in my naked body. I squirm from his gaze alone, feeling effortlessly sexy beneath him.
Leaning down, he kisses
me deeply and I silently wonder if he can taste his own arousal. I’m shocked by the intimate share after I just swallowed what felt like a quart of his spunk, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, his tongue dances in my mouth, and I moan my appreciation before he pulls away abruptly, leaving me panting and anxious for more.
With his mouth trailing down my body he kisses every inch of me, worshiping my curves with his tongue. I’ve had men enjoy and lust over my body before, but nothing like Carter. He dotes over me in a way I’ve never experienced it. I guess you can describe it as love, but it just seems like so much more. He's obsessed with me, curious about everything that makes me tick, and more importantly everything that makes me cum.
He wants to own my pleasure just as I own his, and I’m more than willing to submit to him. There’s not another man in this world that can make me feel the way Carter does and I’m sure there isn’t anything comparable for me to experience. My curiosity about men is now limited to one, just as my love and pleasure is reserved for him.
Arching to his mouth, I contort my body to lean into any attention he gives me as his hands roam my body, that glorious mouth teasing me with his kisses and tongue. Something about his teeth grazing my sensitive skin sends shocks through my body, no matter where he does it, I shriek with delight. Carter notices and I notice him smirk whenever he’s able to drive me to that point of satisfaction.
With his lips kissing my ankles, I’m shocked at how every part of me is entranced by him. Why on earth are my abdomen muscles clenching so deliciously from a man kissing my ankles? It’s like he wants to taste every part of me, more than any other man ever has. He’s not just interested in getting me off, he wants to know me, really know me. It turns me on, but it’s also extremely intimate to me. The way we both want the other to experience such intense pleasure, it just overwhelms me with joy.
Moving his kisses up my leg, I squeal when he reaches my thighs and my legs fall apart to make room for him, my pussy begging for his attention. Just feeling his breath on my glistening pussy lips makes me want to cum all around him, but I hold on, hopeful for more.
With his head lowered between my legs, he traces the lips of my sex with his stiff tongue, opening my lips to expose my throbbing clitoris. I can feel my pulse increasing as my chest heaves with excitement. He’s moving so painfully slow as he inspects my greedy snatch, licking me slowly and softly. His hands move to my breasts and he twirls my nipples between his fingers.
Every part of me is so aroused, feeling as though my entire blow job was working myself up as much as it was him. My body is exhausted between my two hard orgasms in the limo and then my teetering on the edge during my pleasuring him. I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm, but Carter seems dead set on testing my limits.
Kissing my pussy as he did my mouth, he works me over, sliding his tongue inside of me while massaging my opening with his lips. It feels incredible and I moan my appreciation as I shamelessly push my pelvis forward, shoving my sex into his mouth for more.
“Mmm…” he hums on my lips and I cry in pleasure. It feels like a vibrator is inside of me and I know he’s proud because I am completely losing it and he hasn’t even moved to my clit.
“Carter, baby!” I moan, twisting and turning.
“Mm hmm,” he hums in response and I moan again and again. The sensation of his voice vibrating off of my sex is just overwhelmingly erotic.
“You taste even sweeter than I remember,” he says in that sexy low tone he speaks in when sex is on his mind.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as he kisses up my belly, pausing to pay extra attention to my navel before lacing me with kisses to my breasts.
“I just realized I forgot I about these. I don’t want them feeling neglected,” he winks, referencing my complaint our first time together.
Repeating his pattern, he takes my breast into his mouth, sucking roughly before tugging my erect nipple with his teeth. He's driving me up a wall with those damn teeth! How is that so sexy? It feels amazing, it’s so rough and aggressive.
“I love watching you squirm, baby,” he growls as I twist beneath him.
My body is electric and I feel my climax building as he insists on moving to my other breast despite my cries for him to lick me like a lollipop. I can’t deny that he feels absolutely amazing; he knows his way around a breast and I’m more than appreciative of his masterful mouth, but when he begins to kiss back down my belly the real excitement builds.
I swear, I could climax just from the anticipation as he inches down, sloppy kisses leading the way. This time he doesn’t ease into it. No, ‘slow’ definitely couldn’t be used to describe his strategy this time. Instead, he dives into my pussy, holding my thighs to stop me from running from the intense pleasure. He feels so good it hurts; my orgasm is building too fast.
“Mmm…” he moans on my clit as he sucks me gently.
“Carter! Shit! Baby! Yes!” I cry, my body edging, right on the brink of collapse and as if he can feel it, he slows every time I’m ripe for an explosion. He’s playing with me, teasing me, as he works me up and then slows it down.
I know I started this cruel game, but he's much better at it than me. I doubt I can get him as close as he gets me. I'm dying in anticipation, my body screaming for a big finale. When he wraps his lips around my clit, I yelp in shock, expecting him to continue his mean game of dragging out my build up.
I’m creaming for him before I even know what’s happened, but he doesn’t even pause. Instead, he shoves two fingers inside of me, sliding in and out as my pussy grips around him as my climax pours out of me.
“Oh God!” I cry as another set of waves begin to build in my belly, a second orgasm sure to follow. How many times can this man make me cum in one day? It’s incredible!
Sucking harder on my clit, he slides another finger into my sex and curls them forward to tap my frontal wall, just how I like it. He’s already got me so figured out, it’s unbelievable. My body curves to his touch. I want to feel him everywhere, taste him everywhere, fuck him everywhere!
“Yes! Yes! Carter!” I yell, my climax just seconds away.
His lips part just slightly, loosening his grip on my most sensitive spot, and then he slides his mouth down, grazing his teeth along the way, and I unravel in the best way, screaming his name as I cum just for him.
Sometimes you climax from the position, sometimes it’s the angle, or even the pace of the penetration. But when I cum with Carter, I cum for him and only because it's him. I explode every single time, like he has a detonator and can determine my pleasure when and where he wants. I feel so helpless to him, but I enjoy it, it doesn’t make sense.
I’m usually in control, dictating just how things get done, but with him I’m always left to his mercy, controlled by his action, and there’s nothing I would do about it, even if I could.
“Fuck this,” he grunts, his cock hard again and now in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask, tears stinging the back of my eyes from my mind-altering climax.
“Baby, I want you. I don’t care about any of this, I’ve got to feel you,” he climbs on top of me, spreading my legs as he positions himself above me.
“You can’t,” I remind him, but he doesn’t seem the least bit interested in hearing what I’ve got to say.
“Ashley, I have to feel you grip around my cock when you cum like that. It’s driving me crazy,” he adds, leaning down, but I won’t let him. I can’t, especially not under these pretenses.
“No, Carter, we can’t,” I push back, sliding from beneath him as he looks on with shock and hurt in his eyes. There’s nothing I can say or do to explain, but I know I can’t have him pass up all of that money for me. I’ll wait for him until the end of the world, so he can definitely hold out for a few more weeks.
Ashley
He’s put everything out there, come clean about things that nobody knows. Now I see why the man I’ve gotten to know and his public persona on Head Hunter don’t reall
y mesh. He isn’t some super player. He’s been holding out for the money. And maybe, just maybe, for the right person.
God, I hope I’m that person. But I must be, because Carter fucking Blaine just declared that he loves me!
“Oh my God, Carter, I do love you. So much.” I pull back from him, my expression growing serious. And I realize immediately what I have to do. “Because of that, I can’t do this.”
Confusion crosses his face. “What do you mean? I don’t get it.”
I press my lips together, my heart aching. I can’t lie to him. Not after he just came clean. But I also can’t tell him the truth. What would he say? It would ruin everything that just happened between us. He wouldn’t understand.
He has no idea that I was hired for the sum of two hundred million dollars. That’s insane. That’s huge. I don’t want him giving in because he wants me to win the money. Just like I don’t want him to give in because I want him to get his money. And that’s not all. If he knew the real reason I was hired…well, I can’t even think about that.
I’ve ignored that little detail myself for weeks now, trying to keep myself focused on the moment and the fact that I really do love Carter Blaine. I can’t tell him everything because then he might not believe anything I have to say.
And that would truly break my heart.
“Ashley? What is it? What can’t you do?”
I blow out a heavy breath. “I just can’t let you lose that kind of money, Carter. As much as I love you, and as much as I want nothing more than for you to take me back to your bedroom right this minute and give us both the best night of our lives, I just can’t. I'd never forgive myself if we gave in now and you lost all that money. Two billion dollars?” My eyes practically bulge out of my head, because that’s fucking an insane amount of money. “No way.”
He laughs. “I appreciate that, but you know it doesn’t mean anything, right? Not compared to spending my life making you happy.”