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I felt the roughness of his tongue lick up the underside of my fingers, twirling around their tips, and sucking the taste of me from my skin. He removed my fingers from his mouth with a pop. His lips then tilted up into a grin as his tongue flicked across them– savoring.
“What do I taste like?” I whispered.
“You taste like you’re ready for my cock.”
I may have been panting. I was incapable of response as he lifted his hips toward me. My fingers were shaky as they fumbled on the buttons of his jeans, dragging them, along with his underwear, off his hips and down his legs.
I threw his pants behind me, and watched as his cock sprang up against his stomach, hard as steel and already dripping. My mouth dried out at the sight of it– the size of it. I swallowed, and brought my mouth closer, letting my tongue dart out between my lips. I was desperate for a taste of him, to feel my tongue glide across the hard ridges of him again. Piecing my mind back together, I asked him, “Is it mine?”
His eyes were on me as I leaned in and stuck out my tongue. I gathered saliva at the tip before spitting it onto the head of his cock. He threw his head back, letting out a strained sound of pure need. “Yes. Fuck.” I pressed my tongue flat against his base, dragging slowly up his length. “It’s all yours, baby. I’m yours.”
I let those words skate along my bones– cherishing them.
Before I could place him entirely in my mouth, I caught a slight shake of his head, “Play with it later. Fuck me now.” I sighed, feigning disappointment. Though, I loved the control he had over me. The brash decision in his tone. The need to be inside me, and the way that overpowered all other desires. “Wallet is in my jeans. Condom.” He spoke as if he was incapable of rendering complete sentences.
I grabbed his jeans, fishing his wallet from the back pocket of them and pulling a condom out of it. I tore the foil open, my hands shaking as I slipped the condom of his tip, rolling it slowly down his length until it reached his base.
Standing on trembling legs, I crawled on top of him, straddling him so that my thighs rested on the outside of his hips. I hovered over him, searching his face for any sign of hesitation– any sign he may change his mind. His gaze was locked on the center of my legs, the beckoning heat I was no doubt giving off as my body begged for me to sink down on him.
His face lifted to mine, and there was no hesitation, no regret, no question in it. There was only lust and need, and maybe even something more– something deeper.
“Please,” he begged me.
“Yes.” I ground my hips against him, feeling his length slide between my legs and nudge at my center. I lifted my hips slightly before dropping down onto him.
We moaned simultaneously as I slid, torturously slow, over him. I gave my body time to adjust, to stretch, to fit him. All of him. Once I was fully seated, I raised up off him a few inches, and slammed my body back down– harder than before. I repeated that movement faster again and again. Deeper with every grind of my hips. I savored the feel of him pulsing inside me, the feel of my wetness coating his length. The feel of my walls clenching around him, desperate to be even closer—more entwined—than we already were, was enough to drive me out of my mind.
“You’re so tight,” he said, teeth clenching.
“You’re so big,” I responded breathlessly.
“And look at you taking all of me. Such a good fucking girl.” I dropped my forehead to his, our eyes meeting. “That pussy was made for me.Youwere made for me.”
My head fell back as a loud moan ripped from my throat, my nails clawing into his forearms. Those words echoed through more than just my body. They echoed through my entire being. I lifted off him and sank back down again, my movements becoming more rapid. More urgent. My legs began to tremble as the pressure built.
“Who does that pretty pussy belong to, Macie?”
My voice was shaking as I managed to croak, “You.”
“That’s right, baby girl. Now I wanna see that perfect little cunt come all over me.”
I think I may have squealed.
I rocked back and forth, the tension from my clit rubbing against him causing me to hit that peak. He demanded I move faster, that I go harder. I listened. I listened until sounds became foreign to me. Until that pressure began to break and I found myself falling into his shoulder.
“I know, baby, I know,” he said against my neck as my climax shook us both. “You can tie me up. Restrain me. Ride me. Use me. But do not be mistaken. I’m the one who owns it.” He turned his head slightly, nipping at my ear.
I wailed into his chest as an orgasm tore through me. My quivering center tightened around him as I rode wave after wave of pleasure. He was still fully seated inside me, still hard. I began to grind into him slowly, my own body still buzzing.
He tugged on the tie, catching my gaze. As if it was involuntary, as if he had been moving to touch me and only now realized he couldn’t. I met his face, eyes bright with pleasure but pleading for more. I planted my hands against his chest and hauled my mouth to his, sealing our lips together in a moaning kiss. I came down on him once again, but paused. I let every inch of his cock fill all of me, let us savor the connection of our bodies. Tightening my hips, I coaxed and milked and teased him as I rocked back and forth, and then rotated my hips in circles.
I spread my legs wide, letting them hang off each arm of the chair. Leaning back with my hands on his knees, I put myself on display as I bounced on him. His eyes zoned into the place our bodies joined.
“You fuck like a goddess, Macie. Sometimes I’m not even sure you’re real.” His tone was almost painful. “Untie me.”
I giggled. “That’s not part of your present.” I lifted up, and then slammed back down, shaking the chair. He hissed as I rocked forward, his tip slamming into just the right place and causing me to spasm, squeezing his cock tighter. I leaned forward, bringing my mouth to his and flicking my tongue across his lips as I moaned.
He groaned before pulling away from my mouth so that I could see the entirety of his face. “I don’t care. Ineedto touch you. Now.” There was no more demand in his voice, his eyes. No, his voice was frantic, his eyes frenzied. He was begging me. Pleading to me.Forme.
