Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
A ndrea
Dylan picked me up as if I weighed nothing and moved me further up the bed. I blinked up at him in confusion as he piled pillows behind my head. His enormous cock swayed in the half-light from the moonlit window, and I swallowed hard at the sight of its jutting length. Heat crept into my cheeks as I realized my mouth had started to water profusely, as if my body meant to make my face into another pussy for my suitor’s pleasure.
Dylan stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming hungrily over my naked form. My heart raced as I watched him slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest with each movement. He shrugged the garment off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away as his hands moved to his belt buckle. The metallic clink as he unfastened it sent a shiver of anticipation through me. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, stepping out of them gracefully.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of Dylan completely nude. His body seemed more like a statue than a real person. He seemed all lean muscle and golden skin. My eyes went irresistibly down, between his legs, and the sight of his manhood standing proudly erect between his powerful thighs seemed even more striking than it had a moment before.
I felt small and soft in comparison to the masculine form revealed to me. Where he was made of hard planes and sharp angles, I had gentle curves and yielding flesh. His body seemed made to conquer, to possess, while mine seemed designed for surrender.
Dylan’s eyes blazed with desire as he climbed onto the bed. I gasped as he straddled my chest. His thighs bracketed my ribcage, the heat of his skin searing against mine. I could feel the weight of his balls resting on my sternum, his cock jutting proudly before my face.
“Push those big, beautiful breasts together for me, sweetheart,” Dylan commanded softly.
With trembling hands, I cupped my breasts, pressing them together to create a warm channel for Dylan’s pleasure. He groaned as he slid his cock between my soft mounds, the tip brushing against my chin.
“That’s it, good girl,” he murmured. “Now give it a little kiss.”
Heart pounding, I tilted my chin down and placed a tentative kiss on the swollen head of Dylan’s cock. The musky, masculine scent of him filled my nostrils, making me dizzy with arousal.
“Lick it,” Dylan growled, his voice rough with need. “Show me how much you want to please me.”
I extended my tongue, running it along the underside of his shaft as he continued to thrust between my breasts. The salty tang of his pre-cum coated my taste buds, and I whimpered softly at the intimacy of the act.
Dylan’s hand came to rest on the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Such a good little cocksucker,” he murmured. “I think you’re ready to take me in that pretty mouth now.”
Dylan shifted forward. He swung his knees one at a time over my arms, so that he could straddle me higher up. The light pressure of his taut backside against my breasts sent a shudder through my whole body as I gazed fearfully up at him.
The hunger in his eyes did nothing to reassure me as he pressed the tip of his cock against my lips. Trembling, I opened my mouth, obediently letting him slide inside. The weight of him on my tongue felt both foreign and thrilling, even after having done this shameful duty several times.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan groaned. “Take it all the way in.”
He pushed forward slowly but inexorably, filling my mouth completely. I breathed through my nose, trying to relax my throat as the head of his cock nudged against the back of it. My eyes watered at the intrusion, but I was determined to please him.
“Fuck, Andrea,” Dylan growled. “Your mouth feels incredible. So hot and wet for me.”
His hips began to move, thrusting gently at first. I did my best to receive him obediently, my face getting hot as I tried to mimic what I imagined my pussy would feel like, if Dylan claimed me there.
When he claims me there. My pussy clenched hard as in my thoughts I submitted to him, changing my hypothetical defloration by his huge, hard penis into a certainty.
The taste of him, musky and male, filled my senses. I whimpered around the moving shaft as Dylan used me.
“Spread those legs again for me, sweetheart,” he commanded. “I want to play with that sweet pussy while I fuck your pretty face.”
Whimpering around his cock, I complied, spreading my thighs wide. I felt terribly open, but the position only heightened my arousal.
Dylan’s hand snaked behind him, fingers finding my slick folds. He traced lazy circles around my clit as he continued to thrust into my mouth. The dual sensations overwhelmed me, pleasure building rapidly deep in my womb.
“God, your mouth feels amazing,” Dylan groaned. “So soft and warm around my cock. And this pussy… fuck, you’re soaked.”
His fingers dipped lower, teasing at my entrance before sliding inside. I moaned around his shaft as he began to pump two thick digits in and out of my aching channel. His thumb found my clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive bud.
“Such a good girl,” Dylan praised. “Taking my cock so well while I play with your needy little cunt. You love this, don’t you? Being used for my pleasure?”
I whimpered in response, unable to form words with my mouth so full. Dylan’s thrusts grew more forceful, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each movement. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“That’s it. Take it all,” he growled. “Just a little fuck toy.”
His crude words sent a jolt of shameful arousal through me. I tried to make my mouth even softer, even more welcoming for the man who knew me better than I knew myself, as embarrassing as his revelations were.
Dylan’s fingers worked magic on my pussy, stroking and teasing until I was trembling on the edge of orgasm. Just as I thought I might explode, he withdrew his hand. I whined in protest, but then gasped as I felt his slick fingers probing at my bottom.
“Going to fill up all your holes, baby,” Dylan growled. “I’m going to be the one to open you. Do you want that? Do you want this cock to claim you completely?”
I let out a sob around the thrusting shaft as I looked my helpless confirmation into Dylan’s intense, lustful gaze.
Dylan’s fingers pressed insistently against my bottom hole, slick with my own arousal. I whimpered around his cock as I felt the tip of one digit breach the tight ring of muscle. The burning stretch sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain through my body.
“That’s it, baby,” Dylan growled. “Open up for me. Let me in everywhere.”
His finger sank deeper into my bottom as he continued to thrust into my mouth. The dual penetration felt like it would overwhelm my senses. My hips rocked involuntarily, seeking friction against his probing digits.
Dylan’s free hand tangled in my hair, holding me still as he fucked my face with increasing urgency. “Fuck, Andrea,” he groaned. “So good. Already such a perfect little cocksucker.”
The lewd praise sent another surge of need through me. I moved my tongue under his shaft, tracing the prominent veins in hope of pleasing his penis as he drove it in and pulled it out.
“That’s it, good girl,” Dylan grunted. “Gonna fill that pretty throat with my cum. You want that, don’t you? Want to swallow every drop?”
I moaned my assent, beyond caring about anything but bringing him pleasure. Dylan’s hips stuttered as he neared his peak. His finger in my bottom moved, and then he put his thumb gently on my clit, and I knew I stood at the edge of a cliff, about to fly.
“Come for me,” he commanded roughly. “Come on my fingers while I flood that sweet mouth.”
The coil of tension in my core snapped. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed around Dylan’s cock, my pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing as my climax consumed me.
Dylan growled his own release, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down my throat. I swallowed reflexively, drinking down his essence as if it were the most precious nectar. His finger slipped from my bottom as the last aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me.
Gently, he withdrew from my mouth. He gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest as we both caught our breath. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent.
“You were perfect, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “So beautiful and submissive.”
He maneuvered us under the covers, pulling me close. I draped myself half across his body, my head resting on his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat soothed me.
“Sleep now, Andrea,” Dylan whispered, his fingers combing through my hair. “I’ve got you.”
Wrapped in his strong embrace, I tried to stay awake, because I wanted so badly to feel his naked warmth against my skin. The harder I tried to form thoughts, though, the more disconnected they became, and it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two before I drifted off into a deep, contented slumber.
The next morning, I awoke alone in my bed. For a moment, I felt a pang of disappointment at an absence I couldn’t put my finger on. Then the memories of the previous night came flooding back, a wave of heat washed over me, and I named what I wanted.
Dylan.
I could almost feel his strong hands on my body, his hungry mouth devouring my most intimate places. The ghost of his thick cock sliding between my breasts and filling my throat made me shiver with renewed desire. My nipples hardened into tight peaks as I recalled the exquisite sensation of his fingers probing my virgin holes while he used my mouth for his pleasure.
Without conscious thought, my hand slid down my body. I gasped softly as my fingers encountered the slick folds of my pussy. I was already embarrassingly wet, my arousal coating my inner thighs.
Biting my lip to stifle my moans, I began to play with myself in earnest. I circled my clit with teasing strokes, imagining it was Dylan’s skilled tongue instead of my own fingers. My other hand came up to cup my breast, pinching and rolling the nipple just as Dylan had done.
I arched my back, lost in the sensations and memories. In my mind, Dylan loomed over me, his hazel eyes dark with lust as he prepared to claim me fully. I could almost feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my vagina’s virgin entrance, ready to stretch me open and make me his.
My fingers moved faster, more urgently. The balloon of pleasure in my belly got lighter and lighter. I was so close, teetering on the edge of bliss. Just a few more strokes and I would be there…
“Andrea Jacobsen!”
Greta’s sharp voice cut through my haze of arousal like a bucket of ice water. I yanked my hand away from my pussy and sat bolt upright, my face flaming with mortification.
Greta stood in the doorway, her expression a mixture of disgust and disappointment. “I would have thought after all that pleasure we all heard Dylan giving you last night you would be satisfied for a day at least,” she said, shaking her head. “Look at you, rutting like an animal in heat.”
I opened my mouth to apologize, but Greta held up a hand to silence me. “Don’t bother with excuses, young lady. Devin will hear about this, make no mistake. I’m quite certain he’ll take the strap to that naughty bottom of yours.”
My stomach dropped at her words. The memory of my last whipping was still painfully fresh. But before I could dwell on it further, Greta’s next statement made my blood run cold.
“As for today, you’ll do your chores in the nude,” she declared. “Perhaps some humiliation will help cool that lustful nature of yours.”
“But Greta, please,” I protested weakly. “What if someone sees me?”
Greta’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the point, Andrea. We’ll all see you. Maybe when you get your whipping it’ll take better after a day of naked chores.”