Ten Years #3
I drop my free hand to my pants, unzipping them and pushing my hand inside.
I stroke my cock while I grip a handful of her breast in the other, squeezing until she whimpers.
I bite down on her other nipple, and she jerks on the chair, lifting her hips.
I move to the other side, sucking and licking, then get her cleavage nice and wet.
Leaving her tits at last, I stand, shove my pants down over my hips, and step closer.
“Get me wet.”
She gulps, then grips my shaft in a soft, tentative hold and slides her mouth over the head of my cock with such hesitation I’d think she’d never done this before. But I know the Dolce boys took her at once, even if I don’t know if she ever did this for my cousin.
“Good girl,” I growl when she slides her warm, wet mouth down over my tip.
But I’m thinking about her mouth on the twins, and my vision goes red.
I grip her hair and shove her head down.
Her throat closes, a delicious sound coming from it when I hit the back.
I pull her head up and then shove it down a few more times just to hear the sound of her gagging.
When I draw her head up, tears are leaking from her eyes, leaving tracks from her heavy mascara down her cheeks. I groan at the sight, then push my cock between her huge tits.
“Go on,” I say. “Fuck me with your tits. I’m going to cum on your face just like Duke Dolce.”
Her jaw clenches, but she squeezes her tits together around my cock, her long, fake nails biting into her pale flesh. The sight makes me want to shoot my load all over her face already.
“That’s right,” I croon, smearing my thumb over the mascara track on her cheek. “If I was a whore in high school, so were you. Don’t think I didn’t hear the rumors about what you let them do to you.”
She closes her eyes and draws a trembling breath, moving her tits up and down my cock, still slick with saliva.
“That’s it,” I say. “Keep your eyes closed. If you want to picture it’s him fucking your tits while Baron wrecks your cunt so you don’t have to see my face, fucking do it.
I don’t care. I’m the one who will be coming inside you tonight and every night for the rest of your life.
I don’t care who you pretend I am. My cock owns you every moment of your life.
I don’t care if you’re on your period, or you have a headache, or you had a baby two hours before.
You’re mine now, Doll, and I’m never letting you go. ”
“You can’t just own someone, Preston,” she says, glowering up at me as my cock glides in and out of the silky, wet skin.
Every time I see my crown disappear between her tits and then slide up into view again, my balls draw up, aching to release.
I hold back, wanting this to last. I’ve waited long enough.
I’m not wasting it by losing control like I did the first time I fucked her, when she was a virgin and instead of going slow, and I tore her up in my frenzy to cum inside her.
“I can, and I will,” I growl. “Now get on your back on the floor.”
“I don’t have to obey you,” she growls back.
“No,” I agree, sliding a hand into her hair and raising her face toward mine. “But you want to. Now get on the floor and let me cum on your face, and I’ll return the favor.”
Her skin heats under my palm, but she slides off the chair and lowers herself to her knees. I let her spend a minute getting me wet again, and then I kneel and lay her back on the dining room rug. I kneel over her, lifting her glorious tits to cradle my cock.
“Finger your cunt,” I order. “I want to know you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
She closes her eyes and moves her hand down, dipping it between her thighs and pushing down the front of her panties.
I squeeze her tits together, gliding between them and thumbing over her rosebud nipples until they harden into stiff peaks under my touch.
When I tug at them, she lets out a whimper.
Seeing her lose herself in pleasure pushes me toward my own ending, and I pinch her nipples and thrust harder.
She lets out another soft moan, her lips parted as if waiting for me to fill her mouth.
The door creaks open, and my gaze flies to meet Kamlai’s. When I see that Charlie isn’t accompanying his mother this time, I go back to Dolly.
“Preston,” she gasps, grabbing my thighs, her long nails biting into my skin and making my cock throb with warning. “Why is she in here?”
Kamlai bustles around us, never once looking our way as she clears the plates like we’re not fucking six feet from the table.
“You wanted her to know I’m yours,” I growl down at Dolly, giving her nipples a firm squeeze and making her buck under me. Her nails dig into my skin, and the sharpness combined with the touch of her soft fingertips pushes me right up to the edge.
“That’s not what I said,” Dolly grits out, her eyes wide as she looks back and forth between me and the house manager.
“She’s doing her job,” I say. “I suggest you do yours. Be a good girl and keep fingering that plump little pussy for me, Doll. I want your clit nice and swollen when I suck it until you scream for me.”
“Preston,” Dolly gasps. “Stop.”
“I’ll stop if you can tell me your cunt’s not soaked right now,” I say, moving faster, precum slicking her skin and making my cock glide easily between her tits. “How wet is it, Doll?”
Kamlai passes us on her way to the other end of the table, and I see Dolly’s resolve flicker. Then she swallows, her blue eyes looking up at mine helplessly.
“I’m wet,” she whispers.
I turn to look over my shoulder at her long-nailed fingers stroking the puffy swell of her bare cunt, her glistening pink clit peeking out like the tenderest rosebud.
My climax comes quick, and I turn back and grab my shaft.
It pulses thick as cum shoots out, spilling over her creamy tits and splashing onto her chin.
She gasps, her eyes flying wide. I kneel up and lean forward, pressing my cock to her lips, squeezing out another burst over her plump lips. Her tongue flicks out, and my hips jerk at the sight of her wet, pink tongue tasting my cum for the first time, tentatively sampling.
Kamlai sets a stack of dishes on her cart and walks by us again, a coy little smirk on her lips. Whatever she thinks of me, of this, she’ll never chastise me for it.
I lean forward and guide the head of my cock between Dolly’s pillowy lips. “Suck it out,” I order.
Her big blue eyes meet mine, and she closes her lips around me, obediently suckling until she’s drawn the last drops from my tip.
“Good girl,” I growl, wishing I could cum all over again at the sight of her lips hugging my girth, drinking me in.
At last, I pull back and lower myself over her, pushing myself backwards until I can run my tongue over her nipples. My cock throbs again when I see my cum trickling down the slopes of her soft tits. I run my tongue along a line of it, gathering the salty liquid into my mouth.
“What are you doing?” she whispers. Her body is tense under mine as she watches Kamlai leave the room, but I know she didn’t want me to stop. She wanted my former lover to know I’m off limits. Tonight was her claiming more than mine.
I lick up as much cum as I can, then slide down her body, spreading her thick thighs and pulling aside her panties to reveal her plump, pink cunt.
Its lips are flushed and dewy with wetness, and I use a thumb and finger to spread her open before leaning in and spitting my cum into her delicious, hungry pussy.
“Oh god, Preston,” she whimpers, lifting her hips in a wordless plea.
I use my fingers to push my cum in, stroking my thumb across her clit while I bury my fingers inside her needy hole.
There’s nothing on earth that feels as good as her slick walls clenching rhythmically when she lets go and gives in to the pleasure I provide, sucking my cum deeper.
Nothing as pretty as seeing her cunt stretched around my fingers, her tits heaving, her cum-drenched lips parted in ecstasy, her whole body flushed and bowing with need.
No sound as sweet as when she begs for the orgasm I hold back until she’s nearly sobbing before delivering it to my darling Doll.
Nothing except the one thing she won’t give—the answer I want when I propose again before carrying her upstairs, tucking her into bed, and kissing her goodnight.