Free Now She's Gone: A Novel by Kim Corum

makes me feel so little and delicate. I just always feel so good when he’s around. Like I’m a little doll or something. I love to sit in his lap and stare up at him.”
     
    I couldn’t help but smile. Because she was so little and cute, she made me feel bigger and stronger.
     
    “I scooted over to him, took the beer out of his hand and put it on the coffee table. He just sat there and let me. Not one word came out of his mouth. I wanted to seduce him. I wanted to have him under my control.
    Though I was very nervous, I began to nibble at his ear. I was terrified I’d slobber or something and make him push me away in disgust. I really liked him and had even considering waiting until he made the first move. But he was more nervous than I was and that might have taken years. I didn’t want to wait years. I don’t have that kind of patience.
    I wanted this man. And I wanted him bad. He was good looking, successful and a few years older than me. He was prefect and I wasn’t about to let him get away.
    After I had nibbled his ear, I moved to his neck and began to lick it. He just sat there. Smiling to myself, I began to suck on his neck. I think I gave him a hickey.”
     
    She did. It was huge, right under my ear. I couldn’t get away with covering it up with a cravat, could I? No, I couldn’t. All the guys at the office teased and tormented me relentlessly.
    “What did you do?” they tormented. “Burn yourself with your curling iron?”
    I took it good-naturedly because, hell, she had given it to me and I was almost proud of it. It showed her passion. And her determination.
    When she came by to see me one day, they fell over themselves, ogling at her.
    They all asked, “Is that her?”
    I said, “Keep your eyes to yourself.”
     
    “He sat there and I put my hand on his dick. He was so hard. I moved his face to mine and kissed him, licking his lips until he started to kiss me back. What a sweet kiss that was. It was perfect.
    I moaned. We kissed for minutes, sitting there on that couch. I loved to kiss him. His lips are so great, so red and plump. I loved to bite his bottom lip and pull it out a little with my teeth. He loved me to do that.
    After we kissed for a little while, I got between his legs, like a stripper (I had plenty of practice) and began to move my body up and down his. I gave him one damn good lap dance and he just sat there with his hands on my hips and held me there. He began to run his hands up and down my back. He rested them on my breasts, cupping them, squeezing them. I loved the way that felt, his big hands on me like that. I moved down and begin to nibble at his dick through his pants. He got so excited then, he just unzipped his pants and pulled them down for me. He couldn’t wait for a blowjob and I gave him a good one. I eased into it, nibbling down the shaft then back up again, then I put it in my mouth and sucked on it. He nearly rose up off the couch. I took it out and smiled up at him. He was so turned on he couldn’t smile back. He couldn’t do much but sit there.
    But then he did an odd thing. He grabbed me up under my arms, threw me on the couch like some Neanderthal and began to tear off my clothes, like he couldn’t get them off me quick enough.
    I loved it.
    He just took total control of me. All I could do was lie there and pant and moan and arch my back and wrap my legs around his head and beg him to fuck me.
    After he had devoured my entire body—fingers and toes included!—he put his big dick right between my legs and shoved it in. I gasped. Then he began to fuck me, again like some caveman. And he knew how to fuck. This guy knew when to stop and let me get some. He knew when to start again, when to hold back so he wouldn’t come. He knew every move in the book.
    It was unbelievable. No. Hold on. It was UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE! After we’d been fucking a good ten minutes (and we were all sweaty) he stopped and was very still. What was he doing?
    He whispered,