Free Adventurous Me by Deanndra Hall Page B

let out a gasp or something because he asks, “Sub, is there something you want to say?”
    Now I’m embarrassed. “No, Sir.”
    He stands for a few seconds and waits, but I don’t elaborate. Finally, he says, “Stand. Back to me. Feet spread, hands on the sofa.” I go through everything he just said and realize that the heels put me at just the right height for him to come up behind me.
    But he surprises me when he sits down on the floor, then scoots under me and turns around. His back is against the front of the sofa, and his face is . . . oh, my god. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he demands. His fingers draw my pussy lips apart and he can see it all, touch it all, and I feel myself go wet. I feel his hands go up my groin, up my belly, up my lower ribs, and suddenly clutch my breasts, the thumb and index finger of each hand twisting my already-erect peaks. After he’s twisted and pulled them for a good three minutes, his hands wander back down my body and spread my slit open again.
    “Wet and ready. Your cunt is very pretty when it’s engorged and hot. And it smells delicious.” I was worried that I hadn’t had time to sort of clean up. Guess that’s not an issue. “You will hold still and you will remain silent. Not a peep or a groan. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Then I wonder, Was I supposed to answer him out loud?
    Before I can ask, I feel his tongue slide up into my slit, and the tip enters my pussy. It’s velvety and hot, and then he drags it upward to my hard little pearl. The miracle that is his mouth engulfs my dripping sex and laps at it, and I have to work to keep a moan in. When he circles my clit with his tongue, I can barely stand. I think my legs might give out, but he’s holding me steady.
    Just when I think it can’t get any wilder, he sucks my nub in between his lips and I feel faint. He’s working it in and out of those hot lips, and then he scrapes it with his teeth. I almost scream. He starts with the tongue circling again, and I’m struggling to be still and quiet, but it’s almost impossible. About the time I’ve got it under control again, he wraps his hands around my hips and then slaps my ass – hard.
    My body gives in and I shudder with my release. I can feel my hips start to churn, but I can’t get away from his mouth with him holding my hips that way, and staying quiet takes everything I’ve got. The orgasm goes on and on, and I’m biting my tongue to keep from crying out. I feel my knees give way, but I guess he anticipated it because he catches me and lowers me.
    But when he lowers me, it’s straight down, and he impales me on his long, thick, hard shaft. I almost gasp. “Wrap your legs around behind me. Go ahead and kick the heels off. You won’t need them right now.” When my legs are around him, he says, “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work. Just feel me inside you, stroking you, filling you. Am I stretching you, sub? You may speak.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I manage to pant out. He’s hitting just the right spot and my vision is starting to blur.
    “Good. Will you come for me?” His lifting and dropping of me picks up speed, and everything below my waist tenses. Watching his biceps as he moves me up and down on his length makes me burn all over.
    “Yes, Sir. I want to come for you, Sir.” It’s building, and fast. I feel the ache inside me and I’m awash with longing, my clit dragging down his pelvis, his hands under my ass, lifting and dropping me, my arms around his neck, helping even though he said I didn’t have to. The need is so strong that I feel like I’m losing myself in it, dropping down into it, being swallowed up by it. “Oh, god, Sir, I want to come for you, Sir.” Time is slowing down and everything in my body is swelling, expanding, trembling. This room, his body, my thirst for him, they’re all that’s left in the whole world.
    “Then come for me, sub. Let go for me,” he growls and bites my