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"You’re right."
"I am?"
"Yeah, I am your husband, your dom, and your master… Certainly not, your friend."
"Seriously?" She switches on the lamp and sits up. "You’re going to pull that line on me, now?"
"What’s wrong with it?"
"You’d think you’d try to grovel, at least a little, if you wanted to get into my good graces."
I smirk, "Why should I grovel when I have something far more lethal that you’d prefer?"
She narrows her gaze on me, "Do I even want to know what that is?"
I hold up my fingers and wiggle them, "How about these?"
Her gaze falls to my fingers and her eyes widen.
"Or this?" I drag my tongue across my lips. Her breathing grows ragged.
"Or…" I slide my hand under the sheet and down my sweatpants, "this?" I grip my cock, and despite the sheet over my crotch, it’s clear what I am up to.
She swallows, the sound audible in the silence.
"You have a preference,piccolina?"
Her gaze is fixed on the movements visible through the sheet. Her chest rises and falls, she licks her lips, and the blood drains to my groin. My dick lengthens and I swipe my fingers around my thickness and drag them up the length. A growl rumbles up my chest and she shivers.
"What are you doing?" She clears her throat, "Are you touching yourself?"
"Would you rather touch me instead?"
"I…" she draws in a breath, "I…I’d rather that we go to sleep." She tears her gaze away, turns on her side, facing away from me.
I continue to drag my fingers up my shaft, and again. A groan rumbles up my chest, and she wriggles around on her side of the bed. I throw off my cover, shove my sweatpants down, then begin to jerk myself off in earnest. Not what I had planned, damn it. I had come here simply to spend time with her. I couldn’t keep away, and I hadn’t really thought if it meant that I was going to fuck her… But considering everything she’s been through, I wasn’t going to do that… Not unless she asked me to… But just being near her is enough for my dick to swell, my balls to throb, and my groin to harden and knot until I have to relieve myself. So what, if it means I am lying next to her in bed, wanking off.
Che cazzo! Get a grip on yourself, stronzo.I squeeze my shaft tighter—exactly what I am doing…not what I meant…but no matter. If this is the only way of getting off…then so be it.
I increase my pace, squeeze my dick from base to crown, again and again. My shaft thickens and my balls harden as the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the space. The tension at the base of my spine coils, the blood pounds at my temples, and a bead of sweat crawls down my spine. I throw my head back as I squeeze my cock and yank on it again and again. The pressure in my groin increases and I groan as my balls draw up. That's when she throws off the sheet and crawls over to me.
16
Karma
I had tried to go to sleep. I swear, I had shut my eyes and tried to forget that he was lying in bed next to me, dressed in nothing but that pair of low-hung, grey sweatpants. Argh! Why did he have to wear grey sweatpants? I mean, it’s good that he wore them, rather than not wearing anything… Like when he had dropped that towel. OMG… I had seen his perfect arse followed by that full-frontal view of him, his thick cock which had stood to attention the crown leaking precum, and that vein that ran up the underside of his length, and my heart had almost stopped.
Not that I haven’t seen him naked, but it has been a while since I’ve seen all of him, every single inch of his gloriously-sculpted form showcased in the light from the lamp on the bedstead…and… I’d almost sunk to my knees and crawled over to him, and raised myself until I was at eye level with him, and opened my mouth and taken him down my throat, and sucked him off. I had barely managed to tear my gaze off of his gorgeous cock and stagger to the bathroom to wash up. So, when he’d begun to get himself off and the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh had filled the space… My pussy had clamped down so hard, I’d had to stuff my knuckles in my mouth to stop myself from moaning aloud.
I had resisted. I swear, I had tried so hard to resist, had tried to shut out the sounds as he’d dragged his fingers up his shaft, and increased the pace with which he’d fucked his own palm. I’d tried to squeeze my eyelids closed and my thighs together, and tried to pretend that it didn’t matter that he had thrown off the covers and was now beating himself off and was so close to coming… But when he’d gasped and I’d known that he was almost there, I hadn’t been able to stop myself. My mouth had watered, my fingers had tingled, and in something resembling a dream or a trance... I find myself crawling over to him.
I swing my leg over his thigh, then nestle between his legs, and he glances up as I wrap my fingers over and around his. He pauses mid-motion and I hold his gaze as I lower my head to his crotch. Without breaking the connection between our eyes, I lick the head of his cock.
His jaw tics and a pulse leaps to life at his temple. The blue in his eyes deepens until it’s almost black in color. I have never seen him this turned on… This…almost beside himself with desire. I close my mouth around the tip of his cock and a growl rumbles up his chest. He pulls his hand out from under mine, folds his palms behind his neck and leans back. The expanse of his chest stretches out in front of me. Acres of cut planes, of sculpted muscle and hewn flesh that ripple as he glares down at me.
"Suck me off," he growls and I swallow. The suction on his dick has the muscles under his skin jumping. His biceps twitch, his nostrils flare, and he fixes his gaze on my mouth, watches as I swirl my tongue around the head of his shaft. His chest rises and falls, his scowl deepens, and I bob my head. I open my mouth, swallow down on his length, and he groans. I pull back, until my mouth is once more fitted around the crown of his length. He thrusts his pelvis forward, chasing the suction that only I can provide, and I can’t stop my lips from curling. I lick around the circumference of the head, then drag my tongue down the length of his shaft and his shoulders flex. His gaze intensifies, he sets his jaw, and a bead of sweat slides down his temple. I lower my head and take his cock in my mouth and he hisses.
"Fuck," he growls and I hold his gaze as I swallow. Color flushes his cheeks. The next moment he leans forward, wraps my hair around his fingers. "You little tease," he says in a hard voice. "Are you wet yet, Beauty? Is your pussy clamping down, imagining my fat cock is inside of you? Stretching you, thrusting into you, cramming your hole as I squeeze your ass cheeks, and driving up and into you, hitting that place deep inside of you that only I know, that only I can reach every time I fuck you... Are you empty and needy and straining for my fingers in your asshole as I tear into your swollen channel?"
