Prologue #3
I needed to know that flavor. I needed it in my mouth.
So, I kissed the brunette, licking the blonde’s wetness from her lips, sucking the tongue that had been flicking the blonde’s clit.
Fuck, she was right; the tang of the blonde was even sweeter than I’d imagined.
Perfection was a fitting way to describe her.
When we parted, the brunette was breathless. Needy for more.
“Keep eating her pussy.” I released her hair, and her face dived back in. “Do not make her come yet. Do you hear me?”
Her groan served as a verbal confirmation, and I moved toward the peak of the chair, where the blonde was sitting.
My hand instinctively went to her throat.
I didn’t squeeze enough to make her stop breathing; I just gave her a firm reminder of who was in control.
When she didn’t flinch from my clench, leaning into it instead, I tightened my grip even more.
“I missed you.” She bit her glossy red lip.
“You haven’t had me. How would you know you missed me?”
“I like you close.” She moaned. “But since we got in this room, you’ve been too far away.” She was holding the sides of the chair to keep her balance, rocking against the brunette’s face. One of her hands lifted to my neck and tugged at the knot of my tie. “Take this off.”
I grazed my nose against her cheek, the scent of her perfume stronger here. This part of her was as soft as I’d suspected and as silky as her cunt. “You’re giving me orders?”
“I want your dick in my mouth. I suppose that is an order.”
“A woman who knows what she wants.”
“And gets what she wants.” When my fingers loosened, her neck angled back, and she exhaled a loud breath, her body trembling from the pleasure.
I pinned her cheeks, holding our stare. “Do you know what I want?”
“Tell me.”
I kissed her. Hard. A physical promise of what she could expect out of tonight. I would show no mercy when it came to her pussy. She was going to scream, and it wouldn’t be from the woman between her legs. That orgasm would come from me.
When I finally divided our lips, I rimmed hers with my hand.
She got a finger at first, sliding into the warmth of her mouth, going in as deep as she could handle.
There would be no gagging—at least not from this.
I added a second finger, a third, and eventually a fourth.
I wanted to see the way she handled the width; I wanted to feel the capability of her suction.
Impressed with both, I pulled out, and very slowly, I took off my belt.
With the leather in my possession, I moved behind the blonde.
As soon as she felt my presence, she leaned against my chest, a position that helped her balance, especially as I directed her hands behind her back.
This wasn’t the belt I wore every day; it was one I’d had made for Lush.
The notches ran the entire length of the leather, so there were endless possibilities to bind her wrists.
“But I wanted to touch you … looks like that won’t be happening.” She was breathy as I circled the unforgiving material around her hands.
“You will.” My lips were by her ear as I adjusted the buckle pin, the tightness leaving her no wiggle room. “You’re going to get everything you want. Starting now …”
I didn’t want to ask the brunette to get me naked; I liked her just where she was.
As for the blonde, I’d taken that ability away from her, but I was giving in to her demands as I unbuttoned and unzipped my suit pants.
As they dropped to the floor, I pumped my cock over my boxer briefs.
The friction wasn’t enough to make me come, but it was certainly enough to make me moan.
“Let me have it.” The blonde’s stare was on my hard-on, still concealed behind my soft cotton shorts.
I looked at the brunette, and her eyes were on me. “Lick her faster. I want you bringing her to the edge, but do not let her step over it. You bring her there, and you pull back. Understand?”
The brunette nodded, and her eyes closed as she buried herself further into the blonde’s pussy.
I turned to the blonde. “Beg louder for my dick. I want to feel your fucking pleas.”
“Please!” Her voice pitched higher. “Give it to me! Now! I need it!”
I held my cock as the boxer briefs joined my pants on the floor, the skin-to-skin contact producing an even more powerful feeling. With my palm covering my tip, blocking it from her vision, I placed the back of my other hand only inches from her mouth. “Let me hear it again.”
“I need it. I need to taste you. Now. I want it now!” With her lips so close to me, her words hit my skin, the warmth of her breath a kind of taunting I almost couldn’t bear.
“You just want a taste? Or you want my cum hitting the back of your throat?”
“I want both.”
I smiled. “Good fucking girl.” My hand dropped. “It’s all yours. You can do whatever you want with it”—a bead of pre-cum bubbled from my tip—“except for bite it.”
Her eyes widened as she took me in, bulging as her brain connected with her vision. “Holy fuck … you’re—”
I didn’t let her finish that statement because I filled her mouth with my dick.