Chapter 16 Annetta #2
He fills my mouth up entirely with only a fraction of himself, and instead of trying to force myself to deep throat him like I know he’d enjoy, I do the things I feel like doing, things that please me.
I run my tongue up and down his shaft like I’m licking a popsicle, I suckle the head, and I stroke him with both hands threaded together.
All the while, I slowly soak into my panties until I’m slipping back and forth on the ottoman.
It doesn’t help that Dom groans broken utterances above me the entire time.
He begs. He pleads. He persuades. But he doesn’t move his hands.
“Reginetta, give me a turn. You know I can make you feel good. Let me taste you, angel. I’ll take care of you. You can use my hands again, do whatever the hell you want. God, you look so fucking sexy. You’re making me so hard, you’re making me fucking crazy. Reginetta, I’m going to—”
I pull off of him with a pop.
He’s panting. His belly flexes as he curls inward, his head bowed. He looks like he’s hanging on by a thread. I had felt him thicken, tasted the pre-cum on my tongue.
I blow a stream of cool air onto his cock, and he winces, his thigh muscles spasming.
“You’re doing so good,” I say.
When he groans, more wetness gushes into my poor underwear. He is so good, though. I just want him to see that I know that.
I wrap my hands around his cock and push the foreskin further back, that wonderful contradiction of hard and soft weighing in my palm.
He rocks forward. “I’m going to…”
I release him.
We play this game several more times—or I play, and he suffers.
Until he warns me too late, and white-hot cum splatters over the corner of my mouth, my chest, my belly. His breath is ragged.
“Reginetta…”
I run my finger along his mess, collecting it on my finger. “You made a mess.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry.” He doesn’t sound very repentant, although that’s hardly something new. He’s not a man who experiences guilt like the rest of us.
But now? In this topsy-turvy world, where I can be a queen and he, my servant? We can play pretend.
I pull myself onto the bed until my head rests against a pillow and hook my thumbs under my waistband, pulling my leggings and underwear down and tossing them to the ground.
“So clean it up.” I lift a brow, daring.
His cum’s still warm across my belly and chest.
A fierce grin breaks across his face as he drops onto the bed, the mattress pitching toward his substantial weight. With his hair hanging loose and the ominous look in his eyes, he looks like a feral beast that’s crawled into my bed from the forest.
What big teeth you have.
He dips his head low to nuzzle his face between my legs and inhales deeply. Heat blankets my face, but I force myself to spread my legs for him, pushing past the embarrassment. For once in my life, I have everything I want, and I’m not going to ruin it.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he murmurs from between my legs, rolling out his tongue to press into my pussy. The wet heat of his tongue slips between to spread over my clit and dips to dig inside me.
I squirm, bucking up into his mouth. Just a moment longer and—
With a wicked gleam in his eye, he trails his tongue up to my belly to finish licking up the splatter of his release.
I watch him, breathing faster and faster, my body shuddering under his touch, under the threatening promise of his massive weight hovering over me as his tongue traces a line of hellfire over my body.
I left my demand open-ended to see what he’d do, how far I could push him.
That he’s willing to use his own tongue to clean me up is unthinkably arousing.
His chest and belly and cock drag over my body as he works his way up me. I rub my legs together to catch a sliver of relief, but I’m far past the point where it might help. My clit burns for his touch. When his beard scrapes against one of my nipples, I nearly scream.
He rises all the way to my neck, and I snap.
“Kiss me.” It’s more broken plea than demand.
His eyes widen, and his lips curl in a grin as he drops his face over mine.
I open my mouth eagerly, and the moment his tongue slips against mine, I suck every trace of cum from it.
Judging by Dom’s deep groans, the slow bucking of his hips, and the dig of his stiffening cock into my thigh, he likes this as much as I do.
“Can you go again now?” I ask, although it’s almost pointless to worry about his refractory period when his cock jerks, half-hard, against my thigh.
“Yes, reginetta.”
He guides himself toward my entrance. I’m so wet that the head of his cock notches perfectly into place. He inhales deeply, looking up at me with a flash of unrestrained lust.
“Dom?”
Arousal flits across his face.
“I want you to fuck me now.”
He lets out a broken moan. The first push of his hips comes with a delicious, burning stretch that has me crying out. He starts to pull out immediately, but I hook my legs around his ass and keep him locked in, even as I slip down the bed with his movement.
“Don’t you dare,” I grit out.
He looks conflicted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
My heart squeezes.
I cup his cheeks with my palms, and he melts into the touch. My gentle giant.
“Go slow, okay? We’re going to make it fit.”
He nods into my hands and does as I ask.
Slowly, inch by inch, he feeds his thick cock into me while the pain and the burn slowly ascend into something pleasurable.
His hazy gaze ticks over my face like he’s trying to read my thoughts until he drops his head down to let our foreheads touch. It’s as if we’re sharing one breath.
This thing between us is so tender and dangerous. I can feel it swelling inside my chest, expanding against my ribs like a balloon. I know he understands, too, that whatever we have, it’s rare. It’s precious.
I urge him forward with my heels, and he acquiesces, filling me slowly until his groin kisses my ass and he’s fully seated. I wrap my legs tightly around him and weave my fingers into his salt-and-pepper beard and his wild mane of hair, and he sneaks light kisses against my fingertips.
This is what it means to make love.
He curls inward to kiss me and unfurls his body into his full length and drives into me with long, slow strokes that build pleasure inside me until I don’t want to hold it back anymore.
“That’s it. Dom, I’m—” Electricity seizes my body, pinning me to the bed while Dom feeds me his cock over and over again, drawing out a life-shattering orgasm that has me seeing the birth and fall of constellations.
When I’m finally spent, he lets me float to the bed, light as a down feather. He starts to pull out, but I catch him with my legs again. He raises an eyebrow.
After all we did, I’m bashful. My cheeks heat.
“Roll over,” I urge in a whisper. “I want you to stay inside me. Just for a little bit.”
Understanding dawns on his face. He scoops me up and rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m on his chest, with his heavy cock perfectly seated inside me.
“Thank you,” I whisper as a deep sense of drowsiness washes over me.
He huffs a laugh and tightens his arms around me.