Free Plaything: Volume Two by Jason Luke, Jade West Page A

tongue swirl across the swollen thickness of my shaft. I closed my eyes, strangled the sound of a fierce grunt, and reached down to tangle my fingers in her hair. The touch of her tongue and the warm caress of her breath was like an electrical charge. She took the tip of me between her lips and the grip of her mouth was moist and soft as velvet.
    “Yes,” I hissed.
    Amy made soft slurping sounds; little gasped breaths of effort and strain. I thrust my hips and the length of me slid down her throat. Her eyes watered, and I felt her body reflexively tense. I reached down and pressed the side of her face firmly against the tabletop, pinning her in place so that her mouth was open and the slide of my cock was like a bolt into a waiting latch. She swiveled her eyes until she was looking up at me. I thrust again and again until the entire length of my shaft was slick and slippery, and then I stepped back, leaving Amy gasping to fill her lungs with air.
    “Good,” I grunted.
    She lifted her face a little off the table. “Can you keep going, sir? I really love it when you do that to me. It so fucking turns me on, sir.”
    She said it with such passion, such raw throaty lust that for an instant I blanched. I glanced at her face to read her expression but it was a perfect mask of submissive blankness.
    “You want more?”
    “Yes, sir. Please, sir!”
    I hesitated. Was I being played? Had Amy become so adept at submission that now she was capable of bewildering even me? Was the apprentice outsmarting the Master? I narrowed my eyes and stepped back to the edge of the table. Amy opened her mouth wide in hungry anticipation. I brushed the tip of my cock across the soft swollen petals of her lips and her tongue flicked out in anticipation. “Please...!” her plea seemed genuine but I’d learned that Amy was a woman of complex layers and disguises. I thrust myself back into her mouth and felt the tip of my cock brush against the back of her throat. Her eyes grew huge in her face and a trickle of saliva dribbled from the stretched corner of her mouth. I held myself, iron hard, within the swirling clutch of her lips for a full minute and then withdrew myself like I was wrenching a dagger from a wound.
    Amy gave a great gasping heave and her back arched as her lungs filled with fresh air. She gulped for a moment like a stranded fish and then lasciviously licked her lips. “Fuck yes!” she growled, her voice hoarse. “Please do it again, sir.”
    I stepped away frowning deeply, my eyes fixed on Amy as if this was some kind of witchcraft. She was wriggling her fingers and shifting her weight at the edge of the table, parting her thighs just an inch wider.
    “Stay still and do not move,” I said. “I’m going to fuck you. I want you to focus on my pleasure only... and I don’t want you to utter a word .”
    I went around behind where she was bent and open, and scratched my clawed hand down the soft smooth flesh of her back, raking my nails into the skin so that they left red raised marks. Amy arched her back like a cat being caressed, and a rash of goosebumps broke out along her forearms. Then I rubbed the palm of my hand across the silky smooth folds of her pussy and felt the flood of her arousal. She was slick and moist, the heat from her depths warm and welcoming. I pushed myself inside her with one long slow teasing thrust and as the length of me filled her, she seemed to undulate her body, adjusting and moulding herself to the thickness of my cock in a kind of slow gyrating dance of her hips. She was melting against me, breathing deeply with  intense concentration as though she could feel every inch of my shaft. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp of desire and then her brow furrowed. She caught her bottom lip begween her teeth and then her breathing broke out into a rush of sharp ragged pants. Every sensation was there in her eyes and played out across her face. She was wanton and willing. She was wet and whimpering.
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