Forty-Seven
forty-seven
DOIN’ IT - LL COOL J
CALLIE - JULY 26, 2013
I t doesn’t take long before the first orgasm courses through my body as Owen makes me cry out in pleasure, making me want him even more. I know I’ve been more pushy than I should have about the boundaries he set but the way he toys with me, the way he worships my body… I think even the most innocent of women would be wanting for more of him.
I want to make him feel good in the same way he does for me. I want him to need me the way I need him. I want him to make love to me while also taking everything my body can give him.
I kiss him passionately, proving how much I've been yearning for this moment with him. Before my nerves take over and I begin to worry about my weight or how my body looks, I boldly urge him to lay on his back as I straddle him. Our kiss is passionate and leisurely.
Owen lifts his upper body slightly, pulling his shirt off over his head in one swift movement before laying back down on the bed. As he looks up at me, my mostly naked body on full display to him, the words “fucking Goddess” escape his lips. I bend down to kiss his neck, the salty taste of his skin sparking more desire from me. As I trail my lips further down his skin, I put my hands on his belt, starting to pull to undo it before glancing up into his eyes, awaiting permission.
He gives me a single nod and I finish undoing his belt and begin unzipping his jeans, desperate to get his cock free. I need to taste him. Need to feel him everywhere. Thankfully, he doesn’t stop me as I pull his jeans down, finally exposing his hard length. I’m immediately made aware that this man is well above average in every possible way. And God help me, it’s going to hurt in the best fucking way imaginable.
The tip is already wet with pre-cum and I am immediately overtaken by the urge to flatten my tongue and lick it off the head of his perfect dick. So, that’s exactly what I do.
A throaty growl comes from his lips and drives me to continue. I take him into my mouth slowly, determined to tease him just as he has done to me. As I open my mouth wider to take in more of him, I can feel my panties getting more and more wet, the urge to touch myself while I suck his cock taking over. When I fit his full length into my mouth, I reward myself by slipping my right hand into my panties, using two fingers to make small circles over my clit.
“Fuck yes,” he says, his voice fueled with pure lust. “I would love to watch you fuck yourself, Kitty. Will you do that for me? Will you show me?”
I nod in agreement while I continue to suck his length, growing more eager with every bob of my head.
“Good girl,” he says. And his praise makes me completely feral. I wrap my free hand around his dick and move it in rhythm with my mouth, my movements drawing out more and more moans from him.
He reaches down, sliding his hand along the side of my neck before his fingers weave into the hair on the back of my head. And God damn, if it isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life. His grip tightens on the roots of my hair as he slowly thrusts himself into my mouth.
I continue rubbing my clit as he demands I go faster. I remove my hand from his shaft and suck with more vigor just as a second orgasm makes its way to the surface. “That’s it. Come for me, Kitty. Give me all of it. You look so beautiful when you fall apart for me.”
With his cock still deep in my throat, my body begins to tremble, and I feel a warm wave wash over me, a somewhat unfamiliar rush deep within my core. As if he can sense that I’m holding back due to the unfamiliar sensation, he tightens his grip on my hair and I peer up at him, locking my eyes to his as I continue working over my clit. “I said, give me all of it, Kitty. I’m not going to tell you again.”
And that’s all it takes. Those demanding words are my complete undoing, and the floodgates open as hot liquid pours from me, dripping down my hand while I use his cock to massage the back of my throat.
I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life and I haven’t even fucked him yet.
Praying that he doesn’t stop me, I remove my now soaked panties and toss them aside before climbing back up his body to straddle him. But I don’t try to slide him inside me. Instead, with his cock laying flat on his stomach, I slide it between my slit and begin grinding on him, making sure I don’t go at an angle where he might slip inside me.
He must enjoy the sensation as much as I do because he grabs ahold of my hips, his tight grip sure to leave fingertip- size bruises on me. The tighter he squeezes, the more I feel myself growing wet as the head of his cock teases my clit every time I slide up and down. I can tell by the “FUCKKKK” that escapes his lips that this is becoming almost unbearable for him.
Good.
He’s made me wait for it. Now, it’s his turn to wait. I use him in the best possible way, determined to make him beg to slip inside of me. Reaching my hand between us, I start stroking his length against my clit. This seems to drive him more mad and it only drives me on further. Lining him up with my entrance, I look at him, awaiting the permission I so desperately crave.
He nods slowly as the words, “Please, Kitty,” leave his lips. I decide to toy with him a bit more before giving him what we both want. As I continue to tease him, his fingers to dig into my hips and a growl escapes his lips.
“I only ask nicely once,” he tells me and a slow smirk plays on my lips.
“Is that so?” I ask, slowly allowing the tip of his thick cock to enter me.
“Mhmm,” he purrs.
I pause for a moment, my eyes locking with his. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I realize it’s a little late to ask now, but I would also stop in a heartbeat if he asked me to—a sad heartbeat, but a heartbeat nonetheless.
“Ye–,” he starts to answer but the first letter was all I needed to hear before I dropped myself down on him fully, taking in all of him as all the breath in my body leaves my lungs. He emits a low chuckle when he realizes I must have underestimated his size. That little move of mine backfired on me, considering I am the one who is left breathless.
“God, you are so fucking perfect, Callie,” he whispers, his voice rough, reverent, like he’s memorizing this moment. His hands press into my hips, grounding me as I lose myself in the rhythm we’ve found together. The depth of his voice, the sincerity in his words—they wrap around me, soothing and igniting in equal measure, as if he’s not just here with me, but utterly and completely mine.
Placing my hands on his chest to hold myself steady, I begin raising and lowering myself on him, my pace quickening as he seems to only be able to utter the word “fuck” every time I take him in again. With his hands still tight on my hips, he thrusts his hips upward as he pulls me down, making my full chest bounce more than it already was.
Before I know it, I’ve given up every ounce of control I thought I had. He takes me over and over, making me come completely undone. The noises that leave us both are primal. Guttural. Needy. I cannot get enough of this man.
Just as I feel my orgasm about to unravel me, he slows his movements and moves his right hand from my hip, and places his thumb on my clit. My whole body tenses, and the same warm rush from before washes over me, this time even more intense than when he watched me earlier.
“Good girl,” he praises again as he continues to work his thumb over my clit, causing another wave to surge through my entire body.
This man just gave me back-to-back orgasms in a matter of seconds. I am so done for. I am officially convinced it could never get better than this.
In this moment, I am dying to admit to him how much he means to me. But I don’t want to scare him away. Instead, I let the edges of my restraint soften just enough to allow a piece of my full truth to slip through.
“God, it feels so good to be yours,” I whisper, praying that he understands the true meaning behind my words .
Owen’s eyes darken, his focus on me unwavering. His hand slides up my side, slow and deliberate. It feels like a promise as much as it feels like he’s claiming me too. He pulls me closer, his breath warm against my cheek, and the low timbre of his voice vibrates through me.
“Good,” he says, the possessive tone filled with a depth that makes me weak. “Because you are all mine.”
With that, he flips me quickly onto my back and lifts my legs in the air, holding them together at the ankles. He slides back inside me, gradually increasing the pace at which he fucks me as if to make sure that he’s not going to break me. He sets both of my ankles on his right shoulder, and I’m convinced that if it weren’t for my belly, he’d fold me in half and twist me like a fucking pretzel.
God, if this is what sex with him feels like when we have to be careful, I can only imagine what it must be like when he’s not worried about hurting me.
I can feel the muscles in his body tighten, and he grips my ankles as hard as he’d been holding my hips earlier. And for the fourth time since we entered this room together, my body is completely overtaken with an orgasm that feels so good I never want it to end. As I come apart in his grasp, he quickens his pace, and I can feel his release fill me. We come together for what feels like an eternity. Our connection completely solidified now that he’s marked me from the inside out.
I am addicted–a fiend for him already.
The way he worships my body is a drug that I never want to lose. I belong to him now.
Mind. Body. Soul.