Free Going Too Far (The Curvy Submissive) by Jordan Bell Page A

lower her eyes from mine. “Tell me to
stop, Kat.”
    I waited, fingers hovering over the zipper. She blinked
slowly and raised her eyes to meet mine. Her soft face didn’t give way to
trepidation. She radiated eagerness and longing.
    There was no going back now.
    “Open your mouth.”
    Kat obeyed, help me but she obeyed perfectly. Her
lips parted and she opened her mouth sweetly, the tinge of fear she expressed
earlier disappearing. Somehow, ordered like a slave, she became stronger for
it. My fingers shook as I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, and freed the
throbbing erection I’d had since I’d laid eyes on her.
    I almost pulled her mask off so I could see her beautiful
face, but something stayed my hand. The mask offered some sense of safety.
Later we could argue this had all been a terrible, but very hot fever dream
brought on by the situation and our familiarity. Removing the mask removed our
excuse. I wasn’t prepared for that.
    Kat’s hot breath warmed the head of my cock as I held it in
front of her and returned my other hand to her hair. She seemed to like the
hair pulling, her eyes rolling back for a moment to enjoy the pressure as her
head tilted backwards. I had to remember that for next time.
    Next time. No, no, no . This could only be a
onetime thing. I couldn’t take this moment back to our real lives. If we could
even still go back there. If we hadn’t already ruined everything.
    I don’t know if I could let her go a second time.
    “Wider. Good girl. Oh ,” I groaned as I fed the head
between her lips, a painful inch at a time, along the velvet flat of her tongue.
She seemed smaller to me in this vulnerable position than she ever had, and I
felt ridiculously afraid of hurting her while at the same time aroused by the
thought of pushing her beyond her limits.
    She purred softly and that was enough to set off the slow
build I’d been tempering all night. At that moment all I wanted to do was bury
myself inside her.
    Kat gave a muffled cry as I suddenly tightened my hold on
her hair and speared into her roughly, her cheeks puffing then hollowing as she
suctioned around my thickness.
    Her mouth became delicious agony, small and tight around my
broad shaft. I groaned loudly, forgetting myself, and closed my eyes as the
sensation of being inside her took root. I skimmed the fat head along the roof
of her mouth and back out along her tongue. I speared her once again, a slow
thing that buried all my conflict away and focused the world on the junction of
our bodies, the press of her pink lips and the engorged hardness of my cock.
    Deep . I wanted to penetrate her core through her warm
mouth. I quickened my thrusts and took up more of her hair in my tight grip
when she tried to help. I didn’t want her to help. I wanted to claim her. That
was my dark fantasy, the one I’d jerked off to not so long ago that had
tormented me for months after. I wanted to fuck her mouth, penetrate her at my
command, my intensity. I wanted to bruise her lips, ravish her mouth, then
empty myself down her throat when I couldn’t take it anymore.
    I wanted her whole world. I wanted her to want this.
    And then I wanted to kiss her relentlessly every morning and
every night and any time I damn well felt like it.
    Kat whimpered and pawed at my thighs, and when she tried to
stroke my balls as if I were a regular lover, someone she’d done regular,
vanilla things with, I batted her hands away impatiently.
    “Take it,” I panted. She stretched her mouth wide to
accommodate my size which looked too big inside her mouth, but the view only encouraged
me. The effort of fitting inside her like this made my thighs quiver and I
didn’t know how long I could last. Not long. This was perfect, but too intense.
When my shaft jerked and swelled I knew I was almost there.
    I fell forward and caught myself with one hand against the
wall, bent over her now. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pounded her mouth and my
beautiful pet took it all, her