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Peeking up at him beneath dark lashes, I watched as he stripped off his jacket and tugged at his tie.
“I’ve pictured you here, in my bed like this, all damn night,” he confessed in a hoarse whisper.
Swallowing tightly, I stared at his nimble fingers as he worked the buttons on his shirt open before peeling away the fabric. His sinewy muscles bunched and flexed as I gazed at his tall, lean body. Drinking in the sight of his broad shoulders, defined pecs and biceps, I danced a gaze down to his washboard abs. A trail of ash-colored hair disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers, stirring the demand inside me to see where it ended.
Sitting up, I reached for his belt and drew the leather strap back through its buckle. Once freed, my trembling fingers released the button of his trousers as Joshua yanked the belt from the loops and set it on the bed.
“We might need this later,” he smirked. His smoky green eyes studied my reaction like a hawk.
A ripple of delight slithered through my veins. The thought of taking his spankings made my neglected submissive within stir to life. When he stroked one broad knuckle down my cheek, I closed my eyes and nuzzled my face against his finger, savoring the warmth of his touch.
“Release my cock and taste me, little one. I can’t hold back any longer. I plan on making this good for you, but I need to take the edge off first.”
Yes. Yes. I couldn’t wait to see, feel, and taste that glorious cock straining beneath his zipper.
As I reached for the metal clasp, Joshua wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Careful, girl. I go commando. I have a feeling I’m already wearing an imprint of my zipper, but the only teeth I want to feel on my cock are yours.”
I shook with a silent chuckle and nodded. Dipping my hand past the waistband of his trousers, I shielded his throbbing erection with my palm. Big was an understatement. Slowly easing the zipper down over my knuckles, he watched and smiled as he toed off his shoes.
“So protective and gentle and nice,” Joshua praised.
His cock sprang free, and I sucked in a quivering breath as my heart skidded in a staccato of delight. Gazing at his long thickness, a glistening pearl of pre-come swelled on the broad crest, calling to all my carnal desires. As he kicked off his trousers, I stared at each glorious inch of his shaft. Although I had a semi-muted gag reflex, I knew I’d never be able to take all of him down my throat; he was too damn big.
Sliding from the bed, I settled on my knees. I’d assumed the same posture a thousand times before in a strictly vanilla context. This time, however, I couldn’t ignore the implications of my submissive posture. But once I opened my mouth and Joshua pressed past my lips, the taste of his salty essence quieted the disturbing undercurrents rippling within me. An absolute rightness encompassed me all the way to my core.
Fueled by his groans and hisses, I poured my heart into each bob of my head, yearning to bring him as much pleasure as possible. Sucking and licking his distended veins, I nibbled and gently scraped my teeth over his length before once again swallowing as much as I could manage. My pussy wept and my clit throbbed; even my nipples ached. I worshiped his cock as if it were the only one on the planet.
“Such a lovely sight you are down on your knees before me, Mellie, and your mouth is exactly as sinful as I suspected.”
His guttural praise echoed in my ears and sent me soaring with the need to please. Reaching up, I cupped his balls and gently massaged them as I feasted on his cock.
Joshua let out a growl. Gripping a fist into my coiffured bun, he set a quick and rapid pace. Lunging in and out of my mouth, he tilted my head back, driving in deeper as I stared up into his erotic eyes. Lust and need chiseled his handsome face, and his lips pressed together in a tight line. He looked rugged, determined, and pleased. A heart-melting reflection of a Dom in control—not only of himself but of me, as well.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
Cinching another hand in my hair, he solidified his control—not only of himself, but of me as well—and began driving his cock to the back of my throat.
Stuffed full of his massive shaft, I swallowed, compressing my throat around the bulbous tip. Pulling back slightly, Joshua let out a feral roar as hot streams of come spurted over my tongue and exploded down my throat. Swallowing frantically, I greedily captured every drop.
After several long moments, he eased from my mouth. Lifting me off the floor, he sat me on the edge of the bed. Wrapping his broad hands around my calves, Joshua pressed me backward until my shoulders settled onto the mattress before kneeling alongside the bed. I couldn’t help but smile at the devilish glint in his eyes. I knew what he was preparing to do, and my body went lax in anticipation of his skillful mouth devouring my pussy.
Lifting the hem of my dress, Joshua paused to slide a hungry gaze over my flesh. The approval and adoration reflecting in his eyes made me tingle. I wasn’t accustomed to lovers bestowing such reverence. All the other men I’d been with were more focused on the deed. Not so with Joshua. Something about him was different from all the others, even my former Master. I didn’t know if it was the dizzying lust Joshua conjured, or his subtle command, that unnerved me most. Pushing the questions from my mind, the only fear I wanted keeping me poised on the bed—flat on my back with my legs spread wide—was the fear of missing a single second of what he had in store for me.
“The scent of your cunt is mouthwatering, Mellie,” he murmured.
Hooking his fingers around the thin lace at my hips, he stared into my eyes as he eased the skimpy thong down my legs. Arching my hips to hurry his progress, Joshua chuckled and shook his head.
“It’s not funny, Joshua. Stop torturing me and lick my pussy.”
“Who said anything about licking your pussy, little one? Although I must admit, it smells quite delicious. And such a pretty shade of pink with it so wet and glistening. It’s hard to resist driving my tongue deep inside you to suck out all that hot, spicy nectar, little one.”
Lord, the man was going to make me come just by talking. Not only was his voice deep and erotic, his words painted lewd, panoramic pictures in my head. I could almost feel my cream spilling over his chin as he ate me to oblivion.
“Why are you torturing me like this?” I implored as I lifted my head from the mattress.
“This isn’t torture.” He smirked with a crooked grin. “But I could do that if you’d like me to. Tie you to my bed and make you suffer all night long. Is that what you need, little one?”
“No,” I cried in a breathy whisper. Liar.
