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Biting down onto the material of the shirt, I tried to arch my back, but he pulled away.
“Uh uh, greedy girl. I’m in control here. Understood?”
My eyes almost closed of their own volition at the rough, commanding tone he used. I’d wanted this for so, so long.
He gave my behind a light swat. “Do you understand? I expect a response.”
Through the t-shirt wadded in my mouth I mumbled, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
Moisture flooded my pussy as I garbled out the words that had always held the most delicious of taboo thrills for me. “Yes, Daddy Bear.”
I swear his entire body seemed to swell, and his cock certainly jerked against my thigh. “Good girl. Now hush and be quiet while Daddy Bear plays with his baby bear.”
Cupping my breasts in his hands, he let out a long sigh of satisfaction. I stared down at him, drinking in the pleasure on his face, my heart surging because I put that look there. I kinda expected him to ravage me. Instead, he was so gentle it was torture, just the way he liked it.
Mark had told me once that he was more of a sensual Dominant than anything else. We’d been drinking to celebrate an online tournament we’d just won, and each of us had been a little tipsy. We ended up talking about sex, and somehow the conversation had led to Mark confessing how he loved to take control in the bedroom, but that he was more of a sensual Dom than a sadist. He liked to torment his submissives with pleasure, to make them cum until they cried.
At the time, I’d scoffed at his words, but as he gently caressed my breasts with the tips of his fingers, avoiding my nipples, I believed him.
Sweet merciful Mary, did I believe him.
My whole breast throbbed, and my nipples tightened so much they hurt. But he hadn’t bit them, or put them in clamps, or used any form of pain. No, he’d teased the tips of my breasts into aching peaks with nothing but his fingertips.
He’d come closer, and closer, then back away to trace a spiraling circle outward from the straining nub.
At first, I moaned, then I began to beg into the now wet wad of cloth in my mouth. Being gagged was somehow freeing, and I barely thought about the odd noises I made. My panties were soaking wet and my pussy pulsed with the need for release.
“Shhhh,” Mark whispered right before he wrapped his lips around my nipple.
Pleasure, glittering and bright, seemed to radiate from my nipple down to my clit, making it pulse with desire.
Suckling on my breast, he then switched to light, stinging bites that drove me crazy. Without thinking, I straddled his lap, holding his head to me. The feeling of his erection pressing against my core had me moaning anew as I shamelessly rubbed myself up and down his shaft. He felt enormous against me, and his sucks on my breast increased until I was tight, so tight, with the need to climax.
“No,” he snapped, flipping us so I was on my back on the bed with my legs hanging off the edge. “The first time you cum is going to be in my mouth.”
With that, he pulled my panties down then stared at my pussy with a look of fierce concentration. “You don’t shave.”
I would have told him that I was well-trimmed, but it was hard to speak with my mouth stuffed full of cotton.
Not that it would have mattered what I said, because an instant later, he stroked his dick between my legs.
And what a nice dick it was.
Thick, so very thick, but not super veiny. The head was a darker red than the shaft, and the skin looked tight, like he was so hard it hurt. Precum leaked from the tip as he let out a long groan, squeezing the base with a delicious grunt.
“You have a gorgeous pussy, Layla. And so fucking wet. I’ve never seen a woman as wet as you before.”
Self-consciousness threatened to overcome my desire, but Mark didn’t let that happen.
Holding his dick in one hand, he growled, “Spread your legs wide for Daddy Bear. He’s hungry and wants to eat.”
I let my thighs fall further apart, and he bit his full lower lip.
“Yeah, show me what’s mine. That juicy pussy, that big clit, all of it belongs to me.”
With a possessive growl, he gave me a long, slow lick from the entrance of my sheath all the way to my distended clit. I cried out, plunging my fingers into his thick hair as he repeated the motion, again and again. Every once in a while, he’d pause and wiggle his tongue over my clit, drawing me closer to the edge before dipping back down to lick up my arousal.
He flipped my legs over his shoulders, and I could feel one of his hands jerking as he worked his cock. The thought of him getting off while eating me out had me grinding my pussy against his face, crying out in pleasure when he finally began to suckle my sensitive nub. His beard scraped against me in a most delicious way, chills making my legs shake. He must have felt my encroaching orgasm, because he slipped two fingers inside of me and began to stroke.
