Eleven Years Ago #3
My hand didn’t compare. Melek placed his mouth on me, and I was putty for him to mould.
“I’m going to—” Fingers grip my upper thighs crushingly. The suction on my clit makes me want to crawl forward. Torture. This is torture. “I’m going to come.” I moan, the last word right as his teeth press down around my engorged epicentre, my body exploding into a symphony of colour.
I collapse forward, two strong hands catch me expertly, pulling me up to wrap around his body, spinning us so his back is now against the tree and my front is pulled tight against his.
Face to face, this time there are no barriers between us.
My underwear is gone, his lips are gleaming in my juices, and I’m boneless.
Looking into untamed, lustrous eyes, my commander doesn’t look so sturdy anymore.
“Are you going to put your cock in me now?” Breathless, I ask the only question I’m interested in him answering. During his mouth fucking, his tongue was the closest object to enter inside me, and it wasn’t enough.
Melek’s tongue makes another appearance, coming out to lick his lips. “Is that what you want?” He says the words huskily and with deliberation, as if he is having trouble forming them.
Is it what I want?
Is he giving me an out?
“You don’t want to fuck me?” A very hard length comes to push against my dripping pussy.
“Does this feel like I don’t want to fuck you with my cock?”
“No.” Cheeks flushed, I ask, “Why are you asking me, then?”
“Because it’s your body, and it’s still your choice.”
“But I touched you?”
“Yes.” Back resting against the tree, he tilts his head up to the cloudy sky. The moonrays that manage to poke through punctuate his long dark lashes, hypnotising me.
“And you said if I touched you, you would fuck me?”
“I only want to fuck you if you want me to fuck you, but once I start, I won’t be able to stop.
This is your last warning.” Eyes closed, body locked in position, I watch him carefully.
The tightness in his fingers, grasping the underside of my bottom, keeping me wrapped around him, is compressing by the moment.
“You’re still a virgin?” His question is neither demanding nor condemning.
I almost don’t want to tell him the truth. “Yes. Is that a problem for you?”
An immovable thickness presses against my entrance, the only thing separating us being his zipper. His throat works back and forth, like he’s trying to keep his composure. “No. I’ll hurt you.” The tug of whiplash is a cruel thing. Why does he even care if he hurts me?
Using my arms as leverage, I boost up in his hold.
Melek grunts as I slide against his rock-hard length, and I come to linger at his ear.
“I don’t care if it hurts. I want it to hurt.
Fuck me with your cock, Commander.” A thrill lingers through my veins at my own words.
Commander. Commander. Commander. My newest sin.
I’m going to hell. Good thing I’m already in prison.
Eyes snapping open, pitch-black, he takes my chin, smashing our lips together. The zip of his pants is the only clue I get to the nakedness of his flesh touching my own. I bite down on his lip, drawing solence as a bulbous head tries to breach my core.
Nose to nose, he says, “You will bleed.” I move my chin, which is still in his tight grasp, up and down, agreeing to his price.
He plunges forward, the breach turning into a punishing, painful, squelching scream of fullness, and I’m arching into him, choking on broken cries as he whispers against my tear-stained cheek. “But I will kiss it better.”
Quivering at his gruff, strained words, I whine with a weird sensation of completeness inside of me. It hurts—agonisingly. For a split second, it feels like he lit my pussy on fire, though with him still inside of me, his mouth drinking up my neck, it starts to feel drugging.
I want more. I want all of him, including his seed. I’m so fucked.
Rocking my hips back and forth, Melek practically purrs into my hair. “Fuck, if you do that, I’m going to come. I’ve already come in my pants from eating you out. I can’t come from one thrust inside of you.”
He already came? “I thought you were the commander of endurance?” Stretching back, I clench around his twitching cock.
Fire and iron.
He growls, pulling out slightly and pushing back in, effectively shutting me up, my eyes closing as the pain dissipates into pleasure. “You’re right. I am the commander, and I shall give my wife everything she deserves.”
There’s a double entendre if I’ve ever heard one. I deserve so many things. Most of them involve being punished in his eyes. And now my own.
Eyelashes stirring open, I grin, the same sinfully devilish show of lips he gave me before. “Give me your worst, Lord Commander.”
And he does. The rest of the evening we spend fucking against trees like unrestrained animals, him eating out our conjoined juices from my pussy in the soil, and somehow, we finally make it back to the house, our clothes in tatters, his cock still desperate for more, and my mind blissfully blank for the first time in forever.