As his tongue slowly penetrated me, I exhaled and reached for his head. I lightly gripped it in my hands as he raised his chin and smiled.
“Fuck yeah, grab my head, Kat. Grab it and fuck my tongue,” he said through his teeth.
Being caught off guard by his unexpected request, I stared down at him through my sunglasses without responding.
I held his head loosely in my hands as he lowered his chin and began to lick me softly. As his tongue began to press against my lips, I felt myself open up like a flower, inviting him into my warm, wet folds.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Somewhat lost in the feeling of his tongue, the warm sun, and my developing love for his being, his consistent moaning reminded me of his request.
You better fuck his face, Kat. You don’t want to make him mad.
I gripped his head in my hands lightly and slowly raised my hips.
He pressed his tongue deeper, held it, and curled the tip into my g-spot.
I lowered my hips slightly.
His pulled his tongue from inside of me and flicked the tip against my clit.
Holy hell. I could get used to this.
I raised my hips again.
He presses his tongue deep inside of me and curled the tip into my g-spot. I held my hips against his face. The g-spot licking continued until I was dizzy and lightheaded.
I lowered my hips.
He licked my clit.
Well, he did say fuck my tongue, didn’t he?
As Bill Wither’s Use Me began to play over the stereo, I grasped his head in my hands firmly and began grinding my hips to the sound of the music. After a few seconds, I was grinding my hips against his face like it was my last chance. Completely separated from all that surrounded me, I continued until I had an orgasm in his mouth.
I pulled his head rearward and inhaled sharply.
“You okay?’ I breathed.
He raised his hand and wiped his beard, “Be a lot better if you’d fuck my face for a while. I don’t do this ‘cause I think you like it. I do it ‘cause I love it.”
“Now fuck my tongue,” he demanded as he lowered his face into my lap.
And who was I to argue with a demand like that?
I pressed my hands into the edges of the lounge and raised my ass from the surface of the chair. I held myself in position and released the edge of the chair. Using every muscle in my stomach, I ground my crotch into his face as I pulled against the back of his head with both hands.
His tongue deep inside of me, I had no intention of allowing him to catch a breath until I was done. Right now, this was about me, and I was going to take advantage of the situation fully. As I held his face against my swollen mound, he continued to curl his tongue against my g-spot. The tingling deep within me began and I held my eyes closed until I reached a heightened state of sexual sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced.
My breathing became choppy as I reached climax. I released the tension in my stomach and slowly collapsed into the chair, still holding his head tight against my pussy. As he worked his tongue in and out of me with great precision, I sighed, relaxed every muscle in my body, and released his head.
A tingling sensation between my ass, crotch, and nipples began. I felt pressure building inside of me. I opened my eyes and gazed into the sky, uncertain of what was happening. As his tongue pressed deeper and flicked against my g-spot one last time, I reached for his head and held it in place. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.
As I reached the peak of climax, I felt as if something inside of me had burst. The feeling continued for what seemed like forever, but couldn’t have been any longer than a second. I released his head, flopped my and to the side, and heaved a sigh from the depths of my soul.
“What happened?” I asked blankly as I felt him release his weight from the chair.
“Fuck yes!” he growled as he stood.
I blinked my eyes and stared.
“What?” I shrugged as I attempted to sit up slightly.
“You came in my mouth. Like a ton. You squirted,” he grinned, “That was fuckin’ hot.”
“I what?” I gasped.
“You squirted. You came in my mouth like a faucet,” he said as he wiped his hand along his beard.
“Seriously?” I shrugged.
He released his beard and reached for his shorts, “Fuck yeah. We’re gonna have to practice that.”
“That was awesome by the way, I’m exhausted,” I sighed as he untied the drawstring in his shorts.
“What are you doing?”
He shrugged his shoulders and widened his eyes, “Well, I can’t fuck you with them on, now can I?”
I felt like I was still having an orgasm. My mind confused, and my body hypersensitive to everything, I sat and stared. The thought of sex wasn’t currently on the forefront of my desires. As he began to stroke his cock, my thoughts on the matter began to change. After a few seconds of watching him stroke his hand along the swollen shaft, I rolled onto my stomach, stuck my ass high in the air, and sighed.
“Come and get it, Dalton,” I breathed.
I felt the chair twist as he climbed onto it. With his chest pressed against my back and his thighs grazing against my ass as he situated himself on the flimsy chair, he moved his mouth to my ear.
With my ear against his lips, he inhaled a deep breath, sending chills down my spine. As I tilted my head his direction, attempting to force his mouth from my ear, he bit my earlobe and growled into my ear.
“Come and get it? No, Kat. I’m gonna take it,” he whispered.
“Oh God,” I sighed.
“You know why?” he breathed into my ear.
“Because it’s yours?” I squeaked.
He released my earlobe from between his teeth. “That’s right. My pussy,” he whispered.
Hearing him say it made me a melt. As I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my throbbing pussy, I inhaled sharply, exhaled as he penetrated me, and bit my lower lip in anticipation of what was sure to come.
Slowly and steadily, he began to fuck me. With each stroke I was one step closer to collapsing in a pile on the lounge chair. Still recovering from the squirting, and feeling rather exhausted, I was providing very little to the sexual act with the exception of a wet willing hole.
I moaned as his pace and depth slowly increased. When he reached a point that he was stroking me with every inch of his cock, he dug his fingernails into my shoulders and forced me to arch my back.
“That’ll hit that spot,” he growled into my ear.
And he was right.
The tip of his ever so lovely cock was grinding against my g-spot with each stroke. No differently than someone shoving their fingers into my armpit and tickling me, his stiff cock was positioned perfectly and tickling me sexually.
He released my shoulder, and reached for my breasts. As he squeezed them in his hands, he continued to pull me rearward, forcing his swollen tip into my tingling g-spot.
Although I had no real way of knowing if all women shared my sexual chemistry, my boobs were connected by a direct sensual string to my pussy, and I enjoyed it immensely. As he squeezed them in his hands firmly and continued to fuck me, my body, mind, and spirit began to reach a heightened state of being.
“My tits,” he said as he squeezed them firmly in his hands.
“Yours,” I sighed.
“My fucking ass,” he said as he released my right boob and slapped his hand against my ass.
“Oh God yes. Yours,” I said through my teeth.
He slapped his hand against my ass again harshly, and then again. The force of his swats were a huge turn on, but took my breath completely from my lungs. As I attempted to catch my breath and focus on his cock, his hand gripped my neck.
As he squeezed my neck in his hand and turned my head to the side, I peered upward. His mouth opened slightly and he encompassed my lower lip in between his upper and lower lip, biting it slightly.
; As he bit down with slightly more force, I groaned in pleasure. Certainly not for everyone, but a far cry from abusive, this was exactly what I desired in a sexual relationship - rough forceful sex at the hand of a bad boy who was, above all things, a good man.
As he released my lip and began biting along my shoulder he continued to squeeze my neck in his hand. With his left hand steadily squeezing my boob and pinching my nipple, he maintained a direct connection to my throbbing g-spot.
I was close. It was almost time. Reaching a point of sensory overload, my eyes began to open and close rapidly. His cock continued to pound against my g-spot with each stroke, bringing me one step closer to climax.
After dragging his teeth along my shoulder and up my neck, he breathed into my ear.
“Ready?”
“Uhhm,” I stammered.
He released my neck, pressed his hand against the back of my head, and forced my face deep into the bottom cushion of the lounge. Startled, I naturally tried to resist. As I arched my back against his hand, he pushed harder, pressing my face firmly into the bottom of the chair. Now incapable of speaking and barely able to moan, my muffled groans melted into the fabric before they escaped onto the deck of the pool as nothing more than silence.
My helpless state left me feeling sexually owned. Not abused. Not taken advantage of, and certainly not anything but the sexual property of Dalton Biskette. I had become Dalton’s, wholly and completely and he knew it. As he pulled against my hip with his free hand, I groaned into the chair and raised my ass high into the air.
I whimpered into the chair as he pounded himself into me harder and deeper than he ever had. Although I couldn’t see him, I suspected he was standing on the balls of his feet, forcing himself into me as deep as his cock, my pussy, and the laws of physics would allow. As his hips pounded against the cheeks of my ass, my swollen muff throbbed like a beating heart.
As I felt myself reaching climax, I screamed into the chair, his hand still pressing against the back of my head. For the sake of reassuring myself I was owned by the right man, I attempted to raise myself from the chair. A growl in return and a firm hand on my head reminded me I’d chosen the only one to properly tame me.
“Hold still, little girl, we’re almost done.” He growl as he continued to punish me with his throbbing shaft.
I cried out into the chair as I reached climax, sorry the entire neighborhood wasn’t able to hear my screams of pleasure.
I wanted the world to know I was satisfied.
For now, I’d settle for Dalton knowing.
As I felt his cock swell inside of me, I knew he was close to climax. As I bellowed my tune of ecstasy into the cushion, I felt his cock slowly pull from my dripping pussy. He moved his hand from the back of my head, causing my shoulders to naturally lift slightly.
“Turn around, I want you to see this,” he said under his breath.
With my boobs still resting on the chair and my ass still high in the air, I craned my aching neck to look behind me. As my gaze met his throbbing cock, I watched him stroke it twice before it exploded between my ass cheeks.
He stroked it a few more times, spurting warm cum onto my ass and pussy with each stroke. Some girls may have been repulsed. Some might have felt belittled or less of a woman as a result.
I felt blessed.
Because for that moment - as the cum ran along my ass and dripped onto the lounge - not only was I truly his, but he was mine.
And in my mind at least, there was no denying it.
KAT
Four days had passed since anyone had heard from Kyle, and even his boss contacted me regarding his whereabouts. Dalton had driven to his house twice trying to find him, but each time Kyle was gone. I began to feel more comfortable about his being away, and hoped he had simply decided to leave the area for fear of what may happen to him if he didn’t. I chose not to press the issue with Dalton regarding my staying at his house, and decided just to enjoy it as long as it lasted.
I would have never guessed that anything could have increased my sexual desire, but being pregnant acted as some type of an accelerant to my already overly active sexual cravings. We had spent every spare moment either fucking, recovering from fucking, or seeking nourishment so we could fuck again. Jokingly, Dalton had shared with me the previous night that he was afraid he’d met his sexual match.
If there was an upside, I guess it would be that I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.
With his weight against my back and his mouth pressed against my ear, he inhaled a deep breath and exhaled into the side of my face. As his beard tickled the skin on my neck, I raised my shoulder for any relief I might be able to receive. He pressed with a little more force, moving my head and shoulder apart even further.
“Don’t fight me, Kat,” he breathed into my ear.
“I’m not. I’m just…”
“Just what? Done?” he asked.
His warm breath against my ear sent chills down my spine. I blinked my eyes a few times, focused on the headboard, and shook my head.
I was thirsty, worn completely out, and my pussy felt as if it were on fire. We’d been fucking on and off for almost two hours, and my arms were not only bound together at my wrists, but secured to the headboard of the bed. On my belly with my ass in the air and my tits pressed into the comforter, I truly wondered if I could outlast him.
For him to get me to give in, he’d have to fuck me to death.
“No. I’m not giving up,” I growled as I arched my back against him.
“Fuck it. Have it your way,” he said as he shifted his weight to the side.
I peered over my shoulder and watched him as he walked to the dresser and removed a small plastic bag. After removing what looked like a tube of toothpaste, he turned toward the bed.
“Turn around before I slap that ass again,” he said as he climbed onto the end of the bed.
Resting partially on my forearms and partially on my elbows, I turned toward the bed and sighed.
Oh fuck he’s not going to…
I felt the lubricant between my ass cheeks. As I began to speak, he pressed one hand against the center of my back lightly and attempted to comfort me.
“Shhh,” he whispered.
I felt his finger along the crack of my ass, gliding back and forth lightly through the lubricant. As the tip of his finger slid across my anus each time, my sphincter would tighten and my entire spine would tingle. As much as I wanted to hate what he was doing, I began to enjoy it immensely.
After a few more strokes of his finger, I felt light pressure against my anus. Within a split-second, his finger was in my ass.
And I loved it.
In and out his finger slid, causing me to moan in pleasure with each stroke. I buried my face into the comforter, not necessarily wanting him to understand how much I was enjoying what he was doing.
I pulled against the restraints. Acting as if he was doing everything against my will provided me with even more satisfaction. As I yanked against the binding which held my hands to the headboard, I arched my back and mentally begged for him to never stop.
I wondered if I was supposed to enjoy it, and felt almost guilty for doing so. After a few seconds, I felt more lubricant on my ass, and sighed into to the comforter relieved and excited he intended on continuing. His finger repeatedly slid in and out of my ass slowly. My pussy, which I was certain fifteen minutes earlier was done for the night, began to tingle. Whatever he was doing was working.
I wanted more cock.
I lifted my head from the comforter, craned my neck rearward, and growled.
“Fuck me.”
“Believe me,” he said as he continued to fuck my ass with his finger, “I intend to.”
I felt his hand slide up the center of my back and grip my hair. As he pulled my hair taught, I arched my back in response.
“That’s right. Arch that back good, Kat. I want to get that spot. You know the one,” he breathed.
Do I ever…
“Do it,” I growled, “Do it…”
After a second of slight pressure against my pussy, it opened up like a spring tulip, allowing his length to easily slide inside. As he slowly began to fuck my pussy with his massive cock, his finger continued to fuck my ass. The sensation of both holes being filled at once was embarrassingly sensual. I bit my bottom lip, hoping the sensation would last forever, but knowing I was a matter of minutes from collapse.
He pulled against my hair sharply. As I arched my back further, the tip of his cock pressed against my g-spot. A tingling sensation throughout my lady bits reminded me once again of Dalton’s sexual strength.
He knew how to fuck me right.
And he had the equipment to do it.
“You like that little finger of mine in your ass, Kat?” he asked through his teeth.
I lifted my head from the bed, “Yes. Yes I do.”
His cock slid back and forth, sending a sensation throughout my lower body with each in stroke. His speed increased and within a few seconds he was pounding himself into me with tremendous speed, his hips pounding against my ass and his tight scrotum slapping against my clit with each stroke. His finger continued to fuck my ass, causing a tingling that seemed to connect my ass to my pussy. My mind had gone into sexual sensory overload. It was almost as if my brain was incapable of realizing all of the feelings my body was experiencing in real time.
My body began to tense into one solid contracted muscle.
This was going to be it.
I was going to die.
I clenched my eyes closed and focused.
And he stopped.
He slowly pulled his cock from my sopping wet pussy, and his finger from my perfectly satisfied virgin ass. I opened my eyes, turned my head to the side, and pulled against the restraints.
“No, don’t stop. I was…” I begged.
I realized I was out of breath and attempted to take another gulp of air and speak my mind.
While my mind worked to catch up with my body and my tongue sought a little guidance to form the words I desperately needed to say, I felt pressure once again against my ass.
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