I’d never done anything like that before—the idea was scary to me, but somehow I knew I’d do it…for him.
I was able to get his dress shirt unbuttoned, but when I went to untuck the undershirt, he stopped me, moving my hands further down to his belt instead. Odd, but I didn’t ask. As soon as the zipper was down, I slid my hand in and wrapped it around his hot, silky cock. I pumped him a few times before I moved to my knees, lowering his pants as I went. I leaned forward, my tongue peeking out, and licking around the head before taking him into my mouth.
His hips began to move in small thrusts, a groan leaving him. “That’s it, take it all. I’ll fuck your mouth until I come, and you’ll fucking swallow all of it. Do you understand?”
I moaned around him, slipping him out from my lips. “Fuck, you have such a filthy mouth.”
“You think you own my cock, don’t you?” He slapped the head of his cock against my cheek, running it along my bottom lip. “You don’t, little whore. You don’t own it, but you will take it.” He shrugged off his suit jacket, pushing my head back down his length. His fingers unknotted his tie before gripping my hair as his pace picked up.
With a sudden movement, both of his hands were pushing my head down on his shaft. I gagged at the intrusion, causing Nathan to hiss and moan in response.
“Get your ass up here and let me fuck you the way you want it; hard, fast, and dirty. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He was taunting me.
I couldn’t protest. He was right, it was what I wanted. I was caught in his seductive spell, eager for what was to come, for what he was going to give me.
“It’s what I want. To stretch you open and have your * suck me back in.” His fingers moved down my jaw, grasping on to the back of my neck and pulling me, his lips devouring mine.
He proceeded to rid me of my clothes, yanking my shirt off and pushing my panties to the ground.
“Oh, God!” I cried out as he leaned down, his teeth biting onto my cloth covered nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
“Not God, baby…Nathan. That’s the name you’ll be screaming when you come.” He unclasped my bra, sending it to the floor with the rest of my clothes.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist, leading me into the living room. I stared at him as we walked, noticing he was still wearing his shirt and pants, which he slid down to his knees as he sat down and leaned back. One hand pushed his cock upright, while the other guided me over, steadying me as I straddled his hips.
Once there, his fingers pinched my nipple, then moved down between us, past my clit, and found the moisture that had settled and pooled at my core. A throaty groan ripped through me the instant his finger slipped inside.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned. “Was this from sucking my cock?” He pulled his fingers from me, then swirled and dragged my dripping juices straight to my puckered anus. A light pressing of his fingers made my eyes widened. “You’re so uptight and frigid; I should warm you up and then impale your ass with my cock. Fucking shoot my load up there.”
His fingers flitted, dancing around at my opening, and I had never felt so wanton, so dirty. My hips were moving against him, the tip of his cock hitting my clit each time and making me beg for more.
“Maybe I’ll paint you white. Fuck. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Have my come all over your body.”
“Please. I want everything you want to give me.” I should have been ashamed, but there wasn’t room for any reaction except pure unadulterated lust and filthy desire for him and his words.