Chapter 15 #2
Gazing up at him, I lick the creamy drop off his tip. His primal grunt is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Licking his crown, I explore his swollen penis like a lollipop. I don’t know the proper technique, but I love it because he looks evil and entranced.
“Now, open wider, Angel. Wrap those virgin lips around my tip and taste your first cock.”
I stretch my lips open, gliding them over his slick, salty, smooth tip. It’s new and naughty. Natural and not what I expected. I like it because I make him groan, “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s it. Look at your mouth full of your first cock. Such a pretty virgin face to fuck.”
I moan, rolling my eyes at his praise, at the pulse in my cunt. With one hand, I shamelessly play with myself. With my other hand, I eagerly wrap it around his shaft, right by my mouth, sealing it to my lips like I’ve seen in videos, and I do my best to please him.
“Fuck, Wren.” His grip in my hair tightens. “Fuck, my angel. You like sucking my dick, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp with spit webbed from my lips to his tip. “Yes, I like being dirty for you.” I pump my hand over his shaft, and he matches my tempo with his hand at his base. “Do you like watching me suck your dick, Pastor?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Do you like fucking my virgin mouth? It’s all yours to fill with your seed.”
“Goddamn, Wren,” he snarls, pumping his base faster.
“Come in my mouth.” I don’t know what’s making me feel this way. His desire or mine? Or both? But it’s overwhelming. “Please. Please let me taste your cum, Pastor.”
“Fuck, Angel.” He removes my hand from his shaft and guides it between his legs. “Here. Touch me here and you’ll make me come fast.” He presses my fingers to the tender spot behind his balls, close to his anus. “Rub right here. Like a massage. In firm circles.”
The moment I touch him there, pressing two fingers in circles, he groans, his right thigh shaking. The sudden power it gives me. The pleasure too. To control him. To please him. To have a massive man like him about to fall apart at the touch of my little fingers?
I wrap my other hand around his shaft and glide my lips over his tip, taking as much of him as I can without gagging.
“Oh fuck, Angel,” he grunts, watching me, his hands cupping my head.
“Oh fuck, Wren, you’re making me come. That’s it.
Take what you can. Let me fuck that virgin mouth.
That’s right. Drool for me. Stretch those lips and cry.
Moan and play with my ass and suck my dick, you sweet, dirty little thing. ”
I’m lightheaded and lost to lust. I love this. I love the sight of him. I love watching his lips shake until he’s huffing and panting, “Fuck, Wren, fuck. Angel, you can’t swallow it all…”
He tries to warn me, but I try anyway because … he’s mine.
I hold what I can of him in my mouth and squeeze his shaft while I sneak my finger to his ass, teasing it, and he explodes.
He doesn’t even roar or shout. He violently jerks, grunting and forcing his eyes to lock on mine while his eyelids flutter and his dick pulses against my lips. I moan at him filling my mouth, all creamy and salty, until I can’t take any more. I pull back and let some spill over my lips.
“Don’t swallow,” he barely speaks. “You don’t have to swallow.”
But I do. I let him watch me do it before I lick my lips. “I’m yours, Sire.”
He pants, catching his breath, “Fuck yes, you are, Wren. Forever. Now, lie back.”
I fall back on his bed, and he quickly drops to his knees, ripping my soaked panties to the side. I don’t protest or resist. I let him feast on what belongs to him.
Sucking my hard clit, he moans into my pussy. I’m so wet and aroused by sucking him off, it won’t take me long. I want to come for him, too.
I fist my hands in his hair like he taught me to, and I’m so close. I’m shaking … but then there’s a knock on the door.
“Bro.” It’s Nash. “You’re going to be late.”
“Come in,” Sire commands. “Come in and see why I don’t give a damn if I’m late.”
I’m too shocked, then suddenly, aroused. I don’t object when Nash opens the door. I hear it and close my eyes with a moan.
“I’m eating her sweet virgin pussy before I go anywhere,” Sire taunts, then licks my exposed clit. “She just sucked her first cock, my cock. Didn’t you, Angel? Weren’t you such a good girl for me that you swallowed my cum?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“It made her really fucking wet and a sweet slut for me; aren’t you, my angel?”
“Yes, Pastor.” My thighs shake.
“Show another king how much you like it, how I’m teaching you to come for me.” With a wicked flutter, his tongue assaults my clit, and I cry out. “That’s it, Wren. You can’t be shy around us. You’ll be our queen, too. You’ll learn to come for us. All of us.”
I’ve never known this depth of lust, but I want to drown in it. I’m loving it.
Gently, Sire sucks my clit again, and I writhe at the sensation, the taboo. I know Nash is watching us, and like Sire can read my mind, he insists, “Open your eyes, Angel. Look at Nash. Look at another king, while I eat your pussy, and then look at me, and come for your king.”
I turn my head, my dazed focus finding Nash. While I stare at him, witnessing the lust in his eyes, I feel Sire’s lips sucking my clit. Sire’s naked and eating my soaking pussy in front of Nash, and I convulse.
I struggle to look at Sire next, and when I do, when I meet his devilish eyes gazing at me from between my legs while another man watches him make me come, and I do it with a back-breaking scream.
I lose my mind and minutes to my orgasm until I’m huffing for breath, and opening my eyes, realizing that Nash has left and Sire is braced over me, waiting until I find my focus.
Tenderly, deeply, he kisses me. I taste my cum on his tongue, and he must taste his in my mouth, too.
“You, Wren,” he sighs. “You’ll be my wife and the queen we initiate next.” I open my mouth to speak, but his kiss stops me. “Don’t answer me, yet. Just wait up for me tonight, because I’m always coming home to you, I promise.”