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She shakes her head from side to side slowly, and I grasp her nape, pushing her long blonde hair to the side, out of my way so I can sink my mouth onto the length of her neck, gliding my tongue and lips along the sensitive velvety flesh until I get to her ear.
I caress the delicate shell of her ear, and she shivers at the same time she moans with pleasure.
“Truth. You haven’t given your ass to anyone yet, Angel?” I ask against her ear, blowing on the sensitive flesh before exploring deep with my tongue. I am rewarded with another soft moan, and she grinds her hips on top of my erection.
“I’m saving it,” Sasha says softly, almost proudly, and it is with an extreme amount of effort my load doesn’t blow right the fuck now.
I lift her cami slowly, caressing her nipples. They are straining against the black lace of her bra, and I slide the delicate straps down her arms slowly before exposing her breasts and letting the sexy lingerie fall to the floor. Small creamy mounds sit high on her chest with erect nipples just begging to be stroked. I answer her need, caressing them with first my thumb and then taking each, one by one, into my mouth until she moans softly against me.
I shift her from my lap, and she lifts for me while I slide her pants down her waist. I pull them over her gorgeous hips, taking her matching panties with them, tossing them onto the chair and make quick work of my own clothing while watching her little tongue rub against her bottom lip. I lean down to kiss her, and she reaches for me, sliding her perfect little hands over my cock’s hardened length. My balls tighten as she strokes me. The chemistry we have is palpable, and we’ll scorch each other if we’re not careful, but we’re not going to worry about that.
“What?” Sasha asks, looking at me with those smoky blue fuck-me eyes.
“I’m just thinking about what you said. Make no mistake, when our time is right, I won’t ask for your ass, I’ll just take what’s mine,” I say, and am rewarded with a moan of pleasure that I drown out with a kiss, one that leaves us both panting, feverish for more, on fire to touch and to be touched by the other. I make my way down her body, kissing, licking, and sucking and watch as she grasps the bed sheets when I part her legs. Her mound is entirely bare and feels silky and soft against me as I nuzzle and kiss it, gently teasing her.
I run my fingers along her thighs, and her crease, circling with my fingers, running my tongue along her mound, teasing her until she moans. I won’t touch her until she begs for it, and when her hips rise and then the little pants that have been playing in my head since the first time begin, my dick is ready to go.
“Jay, please,” she moans, and I lose some more of my come as I lift her hips so that I can feast on the cream of her beautiful pussy. I lick her from center to front and then focus on the little bundle of nerves I find beneath her hood. She moans softly with desire as I sink two of my fingers into her pussy while I lick and suck on her clit. She squirms, right on edge, exactly where I want her and I slide a third finger in and go deep, curving up to hit that little spot I know she loves. She moans loudly, and I am rewarded with a feast of cream all over my fingers as she trembles and bucks her hips through her release.
I suck my fingers, tasting her sweetness as I slide her thighs farther apart, knowing that she is wet and stretched enough so that I won’t hurt her. I wrap my dick as I line up to her entrance, running the tip of my throbbing cock through her soft, wet folds. Fuck, I have never craved someone so much in my life. I want to be gentle with her, but I want her to know that I take what’s mine and do precisely that, sliding right in to the hilt as she gasps with pleasure.
Her pussy trembles and clenches around my dick as I hit the end of her. She shivers, and she’s right to, because that’s only the first stroke and we’re going hard.
I pull out slowly, and it is excruciatingly painful to hold back, but I want her to feel every movement before I slam back into her and she does, crying out with pleasure, grasping the sheets. I repeat it, again and again, until I feel her thighs and pussy clenching and trembling, the tip-off that she is very close. I take that opportunity to drive into her, hitting that spot at the very end of her that causes her to moan every fucking time, the one that causes her to scream my name when she is no longer able to control her pleasure. “Come for me now, Angel,” I say, and at the sound of my command she starts to come apart, thrashing on the end of my dick, her mouth held open in ecstasy while I release my load, stream after fucking stream. I am breathless, panting against her. Fuck, sex has never been this good. We haven’t yet caught our breath when I curl her in my arms and roll us over so she is in my arms and my weight is not on top of her.
“Fuck Angel, that was amazing,” I say, pushing the damp strands of her hair out of her face so I can see her beautiful baby blues still smoky with lust.
“Our chemistry is off the charts, yeah?” she says, in that sexy-as-fuck accent of hers.
“Completely off the charts,” I say, kissing her lips. I know these customized Gulfs have spared no expense to ensure the bedrooms are designed with soundproofing, but I’ve been on the other side of that wall, and I’m pretty fucking sure my crew just heard at least part of that.
“I need to take care of a couple things, Angel. Stay here and rest, I’ll be back shortly,” I say, kissing her lips as I slide off the rubber, head to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I come back out, and she’s lying under the covers. This will never do. “Angel, when we finish, you keep your legs spread for me so that I can clean you,” I say, pulling back the covers, and dipping between her legs to run the warmed washcloth through her folds.
She watches me and shivers, and my fucking dick gets hard with the knowledge that she is a submissive in the bedroom in every sense of the word. I finish washing my angel and put the washcloth in the bathroom and am heading out the door when she stops me.
“Jay, where are you going?” Sasha says, and that question, asked that way, makes my blood pump hard and fast. What she’s really asking me is if we’re finished, because that is what she’s used to. That is what my angel has fucking psyched herself up for because that has been her experience and it guts me that Sasha thinks that is why I’m leaving. Ever since the very first time I saw her in that video she has kept my emotions in a knot. Fuck if she’s not going to be the death of me!
“I’m going to get something for us to eat, Angel. I want to feed you. Keep your legs spread for me while I’m gone,” I say and watch as her baby blues dilate with desire before I walk out the door to deal with the grinning faces of my men.
22
SASHA
My breathing isshallow as I do what he asks, keeping my freshly cleansed lady bits open for him until he returns. I thought we were through, and maybe we are, and this is just how he treats all of his lady partners. I am surprised by the sudden surge of jealousy that runs through me, hot and molten at the very thought of him doing something so intimate with someone else. I try to shake the feeling. I am trying to be a different me, not a clingy partner looking for a relationship or a love that is not there.
“Make no mistake, when our time is right, I won’t ask for your ass, I’ll just take what’s mine”runs in loops in my mind. Jay thinks we’re going to have another time, and I am elated, but he doesn’t think that time is now.
When the door opens, my legs, which are spread obscenely open, instinctively slide together. “No, Angel, you always stay open for me. You trust that I will protect you from eyes other than my own,” Jay says, and I let them fall back apart. He lays a tray on the nightstand and dips onto the bed.
“Can you do what I ask, Angel?” Jay says against my lips. I have no defenses against this man. I will do whatever he asks me to do and willingly.
“Yes,” I say softly.
He nods and pushes my hair from my face. “Now it’s time to replenish,” Jay says, as he takes the dome of the serving dish off the tray. He is now fully dressed in his jeans and tight white t-shirt, and I am spread open on the bed, completely nude, and he is going to feed me, and it is the hottest thing I have ever done.
He brings a finger-size bite of grilled chicken to my lips.
“Taste, Angel,” he says, watching me with those intense hazel eyes that darken with desire as I extend my tongue to taste the lemon and butter-infused meat. “Lick the buttery flavor, Angel,” he says, and my center clenches with desire and need. This is hotter than I could have imagined.
