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My heart speeds in anticipation as the bed suddenly dips back down, the weight of his body settling over mine. He doesn’t straddle me in the normal way, and as he traps me in with his knees, I become fully aware of his position over me. His strong, muscled thighs press against the sides of my upper torso as something soft brushes over my lips. He wants me to give him head.

“Open,” he commands. I squeeze my legs tightly together, trying to relieve the pressure.

With the desire to obey and taste his essence, I open my mouth and he slips the tip of his soft head past my lips. I close my lips around him, and I can’t help but hum my desire. “Mmm.” I use my tongue to run a circle around his thick cock just before I suck him in deeper. When I pull back, I run my tongue over his slit several times. I get the distinctive taste of his succulent pre-cum.

I lift up my head to take in his entire length, all the way to the back of my throat, and he hisses. I internally smile to myself as I let his fullness slide in and out of my mouth. I repeat the process of licking the tip of his soft head, and then apply a heavy suction as I take all of him back inside the warmth of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he blurts out. Cradling the sides of my face with his hands, he holds my face steady as he takes back the control. He pushes his hips forward, sliding his hardness in and out with smooth, slow, savoring strokes. I love the feeling of him taking charge like this.

I increase the suction as he continues to smoothly glide his length back and forth over my tongue. He pushes the tip of his cock past my comfort zone, and I gag. “Shh,” he quietly murmurs, “sorry, I’ll be more careful.” My eyes water from the intrusion, and I have to catch my breath through my nose and focus on my breathing pattern. As much as I’ve wanted to, I’ve never been able to deep throat.

Once I catch my breath, I moan around his thick shaft, and the vibrations make him curse. He tastes so erotically sinful. Pressure builds in my core, and I need his fullness inside of my body now.

Each time he slides himself back out, I quickly roll my tongue around his head before he plunges his cock back inside the warmth of my mouth. His breathing turns erratic, and I know he has to be close. Only a few more strokes like this, and I will own his orgasm. A sense of pride overtakes me, and suddenly I want him to come in my mouth, but at that moment, he decides to promptly pull out. I whimper at the loss, voicing my disappointment. I wanted to undo him.

The bed shifts as he scoots back down between my legs. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, and I take that as my cue to lift my hips. He then slides them off over my legs, and I’m full of anticipation.

He runs his palms over my breasts and down my stomach, and I shiver. I feel the need to writhe under him and tell him to fuck me hard, but I don’t dare speak. I want him too badly, and I know if I speak out, he’ll force me to wait for my release.

“Mmmm. Just what I thought. You’re soaking wet for me. I think sucking my cock turns you on.” I want to tell him I wasn’t done with his cock.

Both of his hands come to rest on my inner thighs, and then he spreads my legs wide apart and holds them in place. I suck in a quick gasp when the heat of his tongue tenderly grazes over my opening. His tongue then dances around the outer perimeter of my sex, teasing me, and as much as I would love to lift my hips to guide him back to where I want it, I can’t. He has a firm grip on me, preventing me from moving.

I tense when his tongue drifts southward, trailing a delicious pattern around my puckered hole. For all that is holy, it feels so sinfully divine, and yet seriously wrong at the same time. He’s never done that before. Still, it makes me uncomfortable enough to risk speaking. “Travis, no,” I firmly command.

Before I know it, he sinks his teeth into my pussy with a quick, sharp bite. I yelp out in pain, shock, and dismay. “Don’t tell me no,” he harshly growls, and then he returns to his business just as quickly as he left it. Well, that was kind of sexy.

His tongue skirts back around my opening again, and my hands curl around and twist the fabric that my wrists are bound to. His movements are gentle and sweet as he takes his time experimenting around the forbidden area.

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