49. Strike #2
He didn’t force his dick down her throat, instead letting her manage the pace, while revelling in her obedience.
Heat built in his belly, but he held off on the temptation to come in her mouth.
“Suck me. Take all of me.” She smiled around his pulsating cock as she took him to the back of her throat, breathing heavily through her nose. The sound of her gagging slightly made his thighs shake. “Look at me with those big brown eyes as you take my dick, beautiful.”
As his balls tingled, he pulled out. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“Not a fucking chance in hell. But I have other plans, including burying my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours.”
She panted and stared wide-eyed at him.
He could come from that look.
“Stand. I want you in just your knickers.” She shook slightly as she followed his request. He prepared to catch her, but he didn’t need to. Even with handcuffs on, his girl coped.
The dress fell to the floor, and she kicked it away.
“Come here before I drag you closer.”
She neared him. He grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh.
She teetered on her toes, and he leaned down and licked and sucked her neck, his lips against the pulse of her throat, the ache in his gut growing.
Need consumed him as he growled against her skin, “Am I distracting you?”
She pursed her lips, shooting him a look of frustration.
“I’m not one for waiting, Millie. Answer me.”
He bent down, his mouth hovering above her nipples.
“You’re overwhelming me,” she gasped.
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Touch me, take me,” she begged.
He lathered her nipples. He squeezed and twisted them, making her cry out.
Occasionally, he pulled back to check on her before diving back to suck and lick her breasts. Sweat beaded her trembling form.
He kissed her hard on the mouth, and she fell against him.
“These lacy, pink knickers have tortured me,” he growled. He kneeled and breathed on her pussy. “I saw them in your bag when we packed the tent. I wondered what day you’d wear them. Do you know what I’m going to do?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He smiled devilishly as he gazed at her. “I’m going to rip them off you. From today, these knickers are mine to rub against my cock whenever I want.”
“Yes,” she cried. “Take them.”
He grabbed her knickers from the side and yanked them, ripping them down the side seam, smirking at her gasp before running his finger across her pussy. “You’re soaking. You’re desperate for me.”
“I just want you, always.”
It could be the adrenaline ramping up her desire and making her say anything, but the slow, focused way she said it convinced him otherwise. “You want me forever?”
“Yes. What do you want?” she stuttered.
“I want you until I die. Nothing else will satisfy me.” He slipped his finger inside her on the last sentence. “And I want you on my mouth.”
He lifted her leg, stroking his calloused skin across her calf before placing it over his shoulder.
His fingers dug into her hips to keep her balanced.
His tongue dived inside her as she rocked against him, writhing as he gripped her. She cried out as he dragged his mouth against her pussy, sucking on her clit.
Her moans merged with his grunts and kisses as he heightened her pleasure. She pleaded for more as he thrust his tongue deeper.
His thoughts scattered as her cries and tousled hair proved just how much she liked to have her pussy mouth fucked.
“I’m close,” she whimpered as he sucked and bit. The intimacy was more than he thought possible. Desperate moans filled the small space.
“Please, I want you inside me,” she begged.
He eased away.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge, beautiful,” he said, holding her still. Her skin flushed, and she raked her teeth across her lips as he covered the head of his dick in pre-cum.
He fisted his cock as he observed her, scheming. Her pussy glistened.
He grabbed a condom from his shorts, ripped it open, and sheathed himself. “Bend over. Now.”
As she wriggled, he gritted his teeth. With her hands still cuffed behind her, her shoulders sank into the pillow.
“Your curvy arse better bounce when I fuck you.” Her obedience convinced him he wasn’t an intense guy desperate to make her do things she hated. He wanted her horny and desperate for him.
He needed her.
She arched her back. “Fuck me like I’m yours.”
His fingers dug into her hips as he slid in. He was gentle at first, getting her accustomed to his size. “I’m going to go harder. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she said between gasps.
She gulped air as he pulled back and thrust hard. He pounded her incessantly. She cried out. His hand rested on her handcuffs as he thrust inside her.
The sound of his pelvis smacking against her bum had him closing on a climax quicker than when he’d fantasised about her.
Her moans spurred him on, and he gripped her arse with both hands, his fingers leaving marks in her flesh.
“Does that feel good?” he grunted. “I’m so fucking deep in you.”
He squeezed her butt and gave it one brief spank.
“More,” she begged.
“My girl likes a spanking.”
She groaned.
Her butt shook, and he revelled in the reddening of her cheeks. He wanted to look after Millie, too. He’d enjoy the aftercare.
His palm against her butt was like a crack of lightning, and he squeezed her tightly as he plunged fully inside her.
“I’m coming,” she cried.
Heat filled his belly, and his balls tingled as she orgasmed around his cock.
Pressure rushed through his ears as he came.
“Forever,” he grunted over and over again. Her shouts were barely audible over the throaty way he growled, “You’re mine forever.”
She collapsed against the floor. He undid her handcuffs and rubbed her wrists. “Are you okay? That wasn’t too much?”
“I want more next time,” she whispered. “Never hold back again.”
He smiled as he lifted her into his arms. “I promise.” He signed the inside of her thigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up and cared for.”