29. Anne
29
ANNE
F uck. I can’t do it. He’s too big . I want to take all nine inches of him, but I don’t know if it’s humanly possible. Not for a lack of trying, that’s for sure.
I do my absolute best, trying to suck him as he fucks my mouth roughly. He grunts and moans, and the sounds, along with the taste of his precum in my mouth, make my core clench with desire.
I don’t need to touch myself to know I’m completely soaked. My thighs are slick as I try to wiggle some pressure on my needy clit. But there’s no such luck. Both my hands and legs are tied, not leaving me nearly enough leeway.
This is by far the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m already addicted. Being used for his pleasure and completely under his control is a heady feeling.
“Your mouth is going to make me come, Firecracker. And when I fill your mouth with my cum, you’re going to take all of it. You’re going to swallow my cum and love it.” He isn’t asking me, he’s ordering me, and fuck, that’s hot.
I moan around his cock, making him hiss. His hands are in my hair, taking complete control of my head. My hair tangles around his fingers as he thrusts in and out, using my mouth like a freaking fleshlight.
My nipples are painfully hard, dying to be touched, and my pussy’s practically weeping, but my job is to take everything he gives me. My job is to give him pleasure.
A few more thrusts and he’s groaning his orgasm. The grip on my hair tightens, his abs contracting as warm spurts of seed fill my mouth. I did it. His orgasm is a reward on its own, filling me not only with his cum but also a sense of contentment. Pride.
I eagerly take every drop, lapping at his crown to get more. His hands turn gentle in my hair, holding me carefully, lovingly. Taking his cock out of my mouth, he brings my gaze up to his and what I see knocks the breath out of me. I can only imagine what I look like—my hair a mess, my makeup probably streaming down my face, remains of drool and cum smeared on my chin and cheeks, but he stares at me like I’m a mirage. My belly fills with air as my eyes start to prickle, the connection too powerful.
A quiet ‘thank you’ slips out from me, turning his eyes dark.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters, more to himself. Then he picks me up from the floor and throws me, still tied, over his shoulder. I guess the last diet I was on worked because he’s not having any issues manhandling me.
He drops me onto the bed before flipping me on my belly. I try to play along, but I have no idea what his plan is, and he obviously won’t share it. He positions me on all fours, my hands and legs still tied. Using his calloused hands, he spreads me wide open. Insecurity builds at the feeling of being exposed but he extinguishes it with his words.
“Look at that gorgeous cunt. It’s fucking glistening.” Cunt is a horrible word, I know it. But the way he says it, admiring my naked body, shoots another wave of arousal down to my core.
“Did you get this wet sucking my cock?” His rough hands massage my ass cheeks. “Did getting me off turn you on?”
I hesitate to answer, and a sharp sound fills the air. I hear it before I feel it, but when heat spreads over my ass cheek, there’s no doubt what happened – he spanked me. A sound that breaks free is something between a whimper and a moan, but it isn’t the answer he wanted to hear.
“Answer me. Did you enjoy it so much you’re now soaking my sheets?”
This time, my pause is deliberate. The first time, I wasn’t ready, but I am now. I need to know if it’s the surprise that made it hot or if I like to be spanked.
It stings harder this time, but it instantly turns into heat, making my pussy pulse. There’s no mistaking the moan that leaves me.
“You like this too, huh? You like to be spanked, and mouth-fucked, and used by me?”
“Yes, I like it. Use me, please.”
He growls, before I feel him spread my cheeks and spit on my center.
“Fuuuck…” Breath escapes me, as he lands a long lick all the way from my clit to the tight ring of muscles between my cheeks.
“You taste so fucking good, Firecracker. I’m addicted to eating your sweet little pussy.”
My shameless moans fill the room, mixing with the sound of his tongue lapping on my throbbing flesh. An orgasm already builds, the sensation of him eating me in this exposed position too much to handle. He moves from sucking on my clit, to diving his tongue into my slit, traveling higher. My belly tightens as I realize he’s circling my asshole. Probably sensing my nerves, he spreads me even wider, leaving me no place to escape as his tongue enters my behind. White-hot pleasure shoots through my body, ending in my clit and nipples. He continues eating my ass. Low grunts slip out of him, as pure need replaces my shame. My tied hands are barely holding me up, but I use the last of my strength to push myself into him, riding his face.
“You like this, huh, baby?” His voice is hoarse, and I moan in response. “You love me eating this perfect ass, don’t you?”
“Yes!” My response is a breathy whimper.
He chuckles darkly before removing his mouth. Just as I’m about to protest, there’s a slick finger probing at my back door.
Nerves fill me but it’s impossible to overpower the desire I’m feeling. Just as he slips his finger inside of me, his teeth nip on my clit, making me buckle.
“Yes, Lennox! Yes!”
He sucks in my clit a few more times while fingering my ass, and the orgasm crashes into me like a freight train. My whole body spasms, my pussy painfully empty as pleasure fills every single cell.
The profanities escaping my mouth, along with shameless moans, sound foreign to me, but they come as natural as breathing. Finally, as the last waves of ecstasy subside, my elbows betray me, making me fall face-first onto the messy sheets.
He follows me, trailing a lazy finger from my calf all the way to my ribs, eliciting goosebumps in its wake.
“Shh. Take a few deep breaths, but we’re not done yet. I still need to use my little fuck toy.” He turns my chin so he can look into my eyes and assess how I’m feeling. “Give me a color.”
“Green.” My response is rapid fire, because even though I’m totally spent, there’s nothing I want more than to feel him inside of me.
An almost shy smile overtakes his features, knocking the breath out of my lungs. In perfect silence, he gets to work on untying my legs, gently massaging the place where the ropes held me.
When he’s done, he raises my hands above my head. I wonder if he’s going to untie them as well, but instead, he uses the rope from my legs to tie my hands to the headboard.
His fingertips travel from my wrists, down the side of my breasts, all the way to my hips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Firecracker.” His words fill my body with warmth, pushing every speck of tension away. I feel weightless tied to his bed as his blue eyes stare at me in awe. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”
His head drops down, taking an aching nipple into his mouth.
“Ahh.” My eyes close with euphoria, my heart beating out of my chest. He repeats the process on the other one before positioning himself at my entrance.
“Color?”
“Green,” I pant out, desperate for him. He raises an eyebrow. “Fuck me, Lennox. Please.”