voice.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me?”
“Oh, damn, yes.”
“You can’t have me yet. Not until you beg for me.”
“I want you. I do.”
He withdrew his finger and got off the bed. He piled pillows under my head and upper body until I lay raised. He slowly took his shirt off, then undid his belt. I heard the boots fall as he pulled them off. His pants were next. I gasped when I saw his cock spring free. It was massive, or it seemed so to me. He climbed back on the bed and swung a leg across my chest. Then taking holding of the headboard, he leaned forward, his groin toward my face. His cock brushed my lips.
“I’ve never—”
“Given anyone a blowjob? Boy, you are virginal.”
He forced his cock against my lips again, more insistently demanding entry. I opened my mouth. The head barely fit inside, it was so big. He pushed into my mouth until I thought I would gag.
“Suck, pretend it’s a popsicle,” he told me. I sucked as hard as I could. It was decidedly uncomfortable. If I could hold it with a hand, it might have been easier. I soon got the hang of how to tease him by tasting the hole with my tongue and licking the bulbous head. He moved within my mouth while I sucked. His breathing sped up and I knew, as if by some instinct, he was close to coming. As he thrust, he pushed deeper and I did gag as he slid deeper and entered my throat. He ignored the gag and thrust ahead with one big push. I thought I’d suffocate. “Breathe through your nose,” he shouted as he thrust again. A huge shudder shook him as he ejaculated. Liquid trickled down my throat. He thrust again, and again, sending more of his juices into my stomach.
He pulled out of my mouth then and claimed my mouth in a kiss. Some of his spunk was in my mouth. It tasted salty and musky at the same time. I loved it. I was sure after some practice and determination, which I had aplenty—I’d get the hang of giving him a blowjob.
His kiss was long and lingering, coming to a halt only when he moved down to my breasts where he tackled my nipples. Oh, God, if those damn locks hadn’t been there I would surely lose my virginity tonight. I thrashed in ecstasy, fought against the bonds that held me as I writhed under his ministrations. While he sucked, he entered my vagina with his finger again and moved swiftly inside me causing me to come. Licking his finger, he lay beside me, a hand on a breast, his fingers idly playing with a nipple.
“What are you feeling right now, Danea?”
“I’m unsatisfied.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to teach you everything, but all in due course. You’re not ready yet.”
“Ready for what?”
“You have another opening I can fuck, but it’s virginal, too.”
“Anal sex? Are you kidding? Let me loose, please.” I twisted and tried to loosen my bonds, but of no avail. I yanked harder, only hurting my wrists and ankles.
“I have to prepare you so you can take me. I’m not small.”
“I noticed.” What I also noticed, there was no love involved in this sex play.
“Do you realize I’m crazy about you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“I’m telling you now. I can’t get you out of my mind, day and night.”
Was that his way of telling me he’d fallen in love with me?
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Beg.”
“Please?” My voice came out squeaky. “Please fuck me?”
“You know where I want to fuck you.”
“Yes. Please?” Right then, I’d take him anywhere, even in my mouth again, although the thought of him fucking my asshole scared the hell out of me.
He sat up, untied one of my ankles and pulled it up toward the head of the bed. He tied it to the same post as my wrist but higher. He did the same with the other leg. Taking the pillows from beneath my head, he placed them under my hips until my butt was suspended. He rummaged in the drawers beside the bed again and brought out a small device. I wondered what it was but didn’t have to wonder long. He took a
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