Dirty Seduction

I’m shocked by his words, but not near as shocked as when I feel a sharp smack on my ass cheek. He laughs at my wide-eyed expression and rubs my sore cheek.

“Naughty girls get punished,” he says with a wink.

My ass tingles, but I notice it’s also stirred up a desire inside me that I never knew I had. The pain from the smack just made his cock feel all the better, and the possessive, domineering way he’d spanked me is doing all kinds of things to my body.

“I think I need to be punished some more,” I say, and I’m rewarded with the world’s sexiest grin.

“First you have to earn it, little one.” His hands slide up my stomach before cupping my tits. Using his thumb and index finger, he traps my nipples and gives them a hard pinch. My body immediately reacts, and I groan and throw my head back, rocking my hips even harder against him. “But I’m guessing you won’t have a problem doing that,” he says with a laugh.

When he lets my tits go, I slide my way down and he follows me so I’m kneeling on the floor with him on the edge of the bed. I look up at his massive dick and wonder how in the hell I’m going to do this, but I know I want to try. I want to be able to please him like this. I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel.

His cock is coated in my juices, and the sight of it makes me ridiculously happy. He’s mine, and this is me laying claim to him. He’ll never taste or smell like another woman again. I lower my head and run my tongue up the length of him, watching as his face goes dark with desire. He watches me lick every delicious inch of his cock before wrapping my lips around his head.

He quickly runs his hands in my hair, fisting it and pulling it tight so he can see me as I slide my lips down his head. Running my tongue over him, I kiss and lick and suck on him, moaning at how damn good he tastes. I run my tongue over him as I slide him in a bit more. He already feels to feel in my mouth, and I’m nowhere near close to having him al. Determined to do this, I grip his thighs and lower myself some more. I think I’m doing okay until I gag around him, and then I just freeze not knowing what in the hell to do next.

I look up at him with watery eyes, silently pleading for help. He runs his thumbs over my cheek and smiles.

“Need some help, little one?”

I nod as best I can, making him smile even bigger. God, he’s gorgeous. I’m gagging around his thick cock, and all I can think about is how he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He tightens his grip on my hair with one hand and slides his other one down so it’s securely around my neck. The strength in his hands has me so wet I’m dripping down my thighs.

With a firm grasp around me, he tells me to relax as he slides me down a bit further. I try to relax but in seconds I’m gagging again. I feel like an utter failure, and this time my eyes aren’t watering just from gagging.

“Ah, my sweet one, don’t cry,” he says, releasing my neck so he can brush away the tears before grabbing onto me again. “Slow, steady breaths.”

I do as he says until I’m calm enough for the tears to stop.

“We just need to get your mind thinking about something else. Finger yourself for me,” he says, running his thumb along my neck.

I don’t have to be asked twice. When he sees how quickly I slide a finger into myself, he laughs and says, “My perfect girl, always so eager to cum.”

I flick my tongue against his cock, making him smile down at me.

“Just think about how good it feels. Let me take care of the rest.”

And so I do. I’m so fucking wet, and the sounds of me fucking myself fill the room, making his breathing turn heavier and his hands tighter. Soon, all I can think about is how fucking good it feels. My mouth relaxes enough for him to slide me further down, and instead of gagging and fighting his thickness, I just find myself wanting more. I tongue and suck on his cock as I rub my clit harder and faster.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

By the time I feel my lips hit bottom, I’m whimpering against him, so close to cumming. He pulls me back up by my hair, and the pain on my scalp is the best kind of pain. It mingles with the pleasure, intensifying it in a way that I never knew it could. He moves me faster, fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm that soon has him groaning. I know he’s close, and I’m trying my best to wait for him, but I’m almost there, and I can’t bring myself to stop.

My orgasm slams into me, making me feel like I’m exploding into a million pieces as I suck his cock harder, forcing him to cum with me. I scream around his cock as he slams into me, burying his cock in my throat with a deep growl seconds before I feel the wet heat of him hit me. I swallow everything he gives me, never wanting it to end.

His hands loosen their grip, and he gently massages my scalp as I continue to suck and kiss his now-spentock. When I bring my wet hand back to his thigh, he immediately grabs it. I feel his tongue slide along my skin. We lick each other clean, and when he gives my hand one last kiss before setting it back down, I lift my head and smile at him.

He rubs his fingers over my cock-swollen lips and smiles back.

“My perfect girl,” he says, and his deep voice rolls over me in the best way possible. “Your lips should always be swollen from taking my cock.”

When he reaches down to lift me I happily let him. I’m done waiting. I need him to claim me right now.