“Grant, what are you doing to me?”
I didn’t answer her. I just bent down and put my mouth over her clit, sucking the gentle folds of her delicious pink flesh. She was so delicious. She was made for me. My mouth hungered for her. My saliva mixed with her and I swallowed the taste of her. If I could have drank her up entirely, I would have. I ran my tongue over her clit, trying to gauge her excitement. I wanted to make her come with my mouth. I licked her clit, and then sucked on it. I let my tongue run down over the open mouth of her vagina. She was more than ready for my cock, but I wanted to make her wait. I pressed my tongue into her vagina, as far as it could go. Her back arched, thrusting her pelvis forward to my mouth. I put my arms around her and pulled her even more tightly against my mouth. I swallowed. I plunged my tongue deep into her, and then I put my tongue even lower down, so that it reached to her anus. I licked that too, and while I did, my face was pressed into her *. I wanted every bit of her. I was like a ravenous animal devouring its prey. Lacey squirmed and moaned as if struggling against me. It would do her no good. She was my captive. I had complete ownership of her, complete possession. Even if she tried to escape me I wouldn’t have been able to stop what I was doing. I’d gone beyond the point of conscious decision. I was acting on pure, raw, animal instinct. My desire had taken over my mind and my body.
“Grant,” she moaned.
I pushed my face into her * and licked everything. She convulsed and I knew she was about to orgasm. I forced my tongue into her * and pulled her tight against my face.
“Oh, Grant,” she moaned.
I felt the tremor of her orgasm rush through her body. She shivered and pulsed and throbbed. I held her tight against my face, even as she tried to release herself. There would be no release for her, not now and not ever. She was mine and she had to know it.
She cried out as her orgasm reached its climax, and then collapsed down onto the hay. I let go of her and rose up to look at her. I wiped my face, which was soaking wet.
“What are you doing to me?” she panted.
“I haven’t even started,” I said, and began opening the zipper on my pants. I took off my leather suit and when Lacey saw the bandage on my shoulder she gasped.
“Grant, what happened to you?”
“I was working tonight,” I said.
“You got shot?”
“I got clipped. It’s nothing.”
She reached out to touch it but I pushed her back down onto the hay.
“You stay right where you are,” I said.
Her cheeks were flushed from the orgasm she’d just had, but I was no where near done with her.
I took off all my clothes. We were both completely naked apart from my bandage. She looked even more alluring than she had the first time I’d fucked her. My cock was as hard as the handle of a baseball bat. I brought it up to the lips of her wet * and touched them.
“Don’t tease me,” she said.
I touched her again with my rigid cock.
“Come inside me,” she said.
“Don’t you want me to put on a condom?” I said.
She hesitated before answering. I couldn’t wait another second.
“Too late,” I said, and slowly slid the long length of my shaft inside her tender, pink flesh.
She arched and gasped, as if being impaled by a sword, and I felt a throb of pleasure in my cock as it reached the full depth of it’s length.
“Pound me, Grant,” she whimpered.
I smiled at her.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, and then I started rhythmically thrusting, in and out, in and out, like a machine piston. She gasped and squirmed under the raw force of my relentlessly pounding cock. She struggled to move, to change her position, but it was perfect for me. It couldn’t have felt better. I grabbed a hold of her shoulders and locked her into the position I wanted her in. She was mine now. She would have to learn that.
I kept pounding into her, and just when the pleasure felt as if it was going to be too much, I stopped. I had to force myself to stop, I was on the very cusp of orgasming inside her, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of playing with her a little more. I knew I would pour myself into her. I could wait another few seconds. I would make her beg.
She looked up at me. “What are you doing? Don’t stop.”
“You want some more?” I said.
She nodded.
“Then tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she said.
“Beg,” I said.
She didn’t hesitate a second. “Give it to me, Grant,” she said. “I want you so bad. I want your cock to explode in me. Please give it to me. You know I need you.”
That did it. I flipped her around with a powerful thrust of my arm, so that she had her back to me, and then I lifted her up onto her knees.