by Liz Gavin
“Please, stop it,” I whisper. My cock hardens with each slap.
“I’ve told you to be quiet. Do you want me to gag you, too?”
“Yes, gag me. Do it with your tits or your tongue!”
I am shaking all over, and without thinking, I yank on the handcuffs. She laughs at my efforts to escape her
“You are a naughty boy, tonight,” Carol keeps laughing as she lets go of my dick to finger my ass. I grind my forehead into my arm, turning away from her and closing my eyes.
“Look at me.”
When I obey, I see she looks as turned on as I am. Her cheeks are red with a deep flush, the same flush on her breasts and her throat. I can’t catch my breath.
“You look gorgeous, Madam.”
“So do you, my pet,” she plants a kiss between my shoulder blades and steps away from my shuddering body. “I know you’re almost coming but I don1t want our fun to finish just yet. I’ll give a breather.”
She grabs her bag and goes inside the bathroom again. I use this precious time to calm my breathing and my heart beats down.
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When Carol returns to the room I can’t believe my eyes. A huge, long and mushroom-headed penis is jutting in front of her body. My mouth drops open. With a smoldering smile splitting her face, she walks towards me.
“Don’t look so surprised! What’s the problem? I’m sure you’ve already been fucked in your ass before.”
“Yeah, but I’ve never been fucked by a woman.”
“Well, my sweet pet, there is a first time for everything.”
Now I can see the rubber cock is glistening. She must have lubricated it while she was in the bathroom.
“You can speak while I fuck you but don’t move or come before I give you permission to.”
Carol stands behind me, spreads my butt and slides the fake cock up and down the slit before the oiled tip of the dildo nudges at my ass hole. It goes in slowly, inch by delicious inch. She pauses to let my body adjust and I relax the muscles. When she feels I’m relaxed she pushes it all the way inside me. I wince but follow the instructions and keep it quiet.
She starts rocking back and forth and I feel my walls stretching and clenching around the rubber cock. I feel full and I’m surprised at the rhythm Carol has chosen to fuck me. I expected her to impale me roughly, to shove the dildo to its hilt. Instead, she’s taking her time, pushing softly in and out of me, swaying her hips, circling the rubber penis inside my ass. She caresses my shoulders, reaches around me and pulls at my nipples. Always rocking back and forth, in and out of me.
She increases her speed, going faster, slapping her hips against my ass, grinding herself against my back. She grips my forearms to keep her balance and I am thankful for the strong chain that’s holding me upright. There is a buzzing pleasure coursing through my limbs from that one heated little hole that Carol keeps fucking so expertly.
Then Carol slams against my back, knocking me off balance and I feel her body goes rigid as she throws back her head and cries out as her whole delectable body shudders and I smell her pleasure in the air around us. I’m thrilled at her breathtaking climax and proud for having managed to keep my own body under control but I don’t know for how much longer I can do it. She keeps pounding my ass with the fake cock driving it, rocking it.
“Madam, please, I need to come.”
“Yes, of course, you can come,” she sounds a little distracted as if she had forgotten to grant me permission because she was thinking of more important things but I don’t care.
I jerk right into the air. The hot jets flying ahead of me as she keeps going harder, pushing against me and moving me forward, slapping me her hips, then faster, ramming me, her fingers stretching my nipples, her lips opening and sucking on the back of my neck until I unloaded my cock.
My ass feels achingly empty when Carol slips out of me. She pulls back and my hands come down as she lowers the chain and unbuckles my wrists. She massages my arms to get the blood circulating again and they go numb. She wraps them behind her neck and pulls me up for a deep, steamy kiss.
I can never have enough of her mouth. I frame her face with my big hands, nibble at her lower lip, suck her tongue, swirl mine around her mouth and bite her upper lip. She inhales sharply, and the air comes out like a soft sob as I grind my softening cock against her wet sex. My naked slick body glides up and down hers as we sway back and forth. She pulls away from me, her own body trembling slightly.
“Very well, my wicked pet. You’ve made me come so hard I think I died of a second or two.”
I pull her for a tight embrace and one last passionate kiss before scooping her up in my arms and carrying her to the bed. Her body goes limp against mine and I sense she’s drifting into sleep. I settle her on the center of the huge bed, climb behind her and hold her back against my front. I nuzzle her neck and kiss her softly.
“Sweet dreams, my princess. I hope you come back sooner next time.”
When her breathing is even and I’m sure she’s sound asleep, I carefully climb off the bed, cover her with the silk sheet and kiss her shoulder before getting dressed and going away.
Just like I know she prefers it to be.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When Liz Gavin was in Second Grade - just a couple of years ago, really - her teacher told her mother the little girl should start a diary because she needed an outlet for her active and vivid imagination. She was a talkative child who would disrupt the class by engaging her colleagues in endless conversations. She loved telling them the stories her grandfather used to tell her.
Apparently, the teacher wasn’t a big fan of those stories, and Liz’s mother bought her a diary. She happily wrote on it for a couple of months. Unable to see the appeal of writing for her own enjoyment only, she gave up on it. She missed the audience her friends provided her in class. She went back to disturbing her dear teacher’s class.
Since then, she has become a hungry reader. She will read anything and everything she can get her hands on - from the classics to erotica. That's how she has become a writer of erotica and romance, as well.
As a young adult, she participated in a student exchange program and lived in New Orleans for six months. She fell in love with the city and its wonderful inhabitants. NOLA will always hold a special spot in Liz Gavin’s heart. Nowadays, living in Brazil, Liz’s creativity has improved many times because it’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and sexy country.
Welcome to her world of hot Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you get the picture.
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Other books by Liz Gavin
Sexy novels
Luck of the Irish
Upside Down - Complete Edition
Upside Down – The Serials
Book 1
Book 2
Book 3
Book 4
Book 5
Maureen
Steamy short stories & Collections
At the club
BDSM & Paranormal BOX SET
Between the Ghost and the Dom
Club Desire Collection
Fallen Angel – Chapter 1
Flying High
Girls have fun
Halloween at Club Desire
Halloween Collection
Halloween no Clube Desire (Portuguese Edition)
Her favorite Ghos
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In the Lounge
Luck of the Irish
No Clube Desire (Portuguese Edition)
Maureen’s Tale (The Dark Side Series Book 1)
Maureen’s Lesson (The Dark Side Series Book 2)
Maureen’s Reward (The Dark Side Series Book 3)
Powerless
Sem Força (Portuguese Edition)
Take me to the Domme
Too hot to handle
If you want to contact me, please, write an email to [email protected]
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