“I want you to imagine me inside you.”
But I don’t care about me. I want him. And I’ve never been good at listening.
I slide off the couch, ignoring his angry commands as I kneel at his feet and wrap my hands around his belt.
Redness flushes his skin as I grab him through his slacks, tugging the belt out of its loops as Johnny loses the fight to get me to do what he wants.
“Please. I want to suck your cock.”
I want him to lose control. I want him to forget who he is and what he’s doing. Wild, unbridled desire.
His hand cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. “Some fucking day, you’re not going to get what you want.”
But I always do.
He lifts his hips and I drag the slacks from his waist. They pool at his feet. Damn, Johnny is hiding an amazing body. He’s lean and all muscle, but not bulky, which I like. His dick sticks out of his black briefs like a flesh-colored flag. I pull his briefs off his hips, and then that delectable cock springs free. I grip it in my hand, marveling at the warmth.
He clucks with sympathy, running a hand through my hair. “You must be starving for cock.”
Yes, I am.
“I’ll let you have a little taste.”
Then he shoves my head down, his fingers digging into my hair as my lips bump against his head and open wide. He passes through them, so thick and firm. It’s been fucking years, but I grip the base of his cock, taking him all the way inside me. My lips suck hard near the tip and I look at Johnny’s face as I do it. His eyes close in rapture and he wets his lips, keeping his hand fisted in my hair.
“Ah, fuck yes.”
He lifts his hips in a thrust as my lips glide down his length. Holy shit, I can’t believe how turned-on I am. His teeth clench as I take him all the way inside me, his balls flush against my lips.
“Criss.”
I feel his cock twitch inside me, and I wrap my other arm around his thighs, his hair tickling my palm. I anchor solidly over his ass, feeling my core clench as his moans hit the ceiling. His breathing deepens as my lips tighten around him, gliding up and down, swirling my tongue over his swollen head. It turns me on to see his red face trained on mine, lust burning through his skin. I let him pop out of me and slide his cock over my lips.
In a few swift movements, Johnny picks me up and hurls me over the couch. He tears off his jacket with an animalistic growl. My heart leaps as his body falls over mine, my legs wrapping around his solid waist.
Fear careens through my veins, battling with the aching need to be fucked. It’s been too long. I can’t wait anymore.
He reaches back and I feel the head of his cock sliding against my folds and an overwhelming blaze of lust almost makes me scream.
He sinks inside me with a grunt. The head pushes through my slick walls, and ecstasy washes all over me. I forgot how amazing it felt to have a man inside me. How did I wait this long?
It throbs inside me, so big that it hurts to feel him thrust. His tie dangles around his muscled neck and I spread my hands underneath his shirt collar. I want to touch every inch of his skin.
“Your pussy feels so good.”
The ragged voice sends a rush of excitement to my chest. He slides out and ruts me deep, all restraint forgotten. My clit hums with the pleasant burn of his cock riding up against it. I’ve never felt something so amazing in my life, but I don’t want to come—not yet. I grab the tie dangling in my face and pull his grinning face down. He knows exactly what’s going on.
He thrusts hard as my lips crush against his. He kisses me back in a frenzy as I groan into his mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Moan for me.”
My fingernails dig into his back as he takes one of my tits and roughly squeezes it, pinching the nipple as his cock hammers my cunt.
“Johnny, you should stop.”
“Why?”
“I’m about to come. Please.”
But of course the bastard does the opposite. The grin on his face widens as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and fucks me for all I’m worth. I try to fight against the building pressure inside my core.
His mouth seals over mine, his tongue forces down my throat, and I arch my back.
“No,” I moan into his mouth.
“Yes. Come for me. I want you to.”
I can’t ignore the thick cock pulsing through me, hitting all the right nerves as his body, which is covered in wicked tattoos, fucks me like a battering ram. The breath knocks out of my lungs and my hands reach around to his ass, urging him on. I scream as the last thrust shoves me over the edge and I clench hard around him. My nails dig into his flesh as I come hard, the wave of relief knocking me down flat. Johnny silences my moans with his mouth, his breathing frantic. I melt into the couch, but his hips crush against mine, ramping up the pleasure again, until finally he breaks off the kiss and groans loud enough so that for a moment, I wonder if something is wrong.
His hips thrust hard, jamming his length into me as his warm cum explodes from his cock. He thrusts a few more times, each one jarring me back into lust.
Jesus.
The dampness of his skin makes him stick to me. I’m covered in his smell, my pussy full of his cum. Hot lips find my neck as his breath mists over my skin. He kisses me over and over, down my neck, teeth nipping at me before he takes my breast in his mouth and bites hard. Shit. Something so painful shouldn’t feel so damn good. He raises his head, his wicked grin adding another sharp bump to the need pulsing inside me.
A growl issues from his throat. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”
My heartbeat is still sprinting, but then it does a little flip when he gives me a small smile. The glow of my orgasm slowly fades away, and for one horrible moment I feel doubt clinging to my shoulders. The post-sex awkwardness makes my cheeks burn.
“What’s the matter?”
He fixes me with an intense stare that makes my insides tighten.
“I’m just—shy,” I say finally.
“Shy?” he says with a small laugh. “I’m balls deep inside you, and you’re shy.”
I look away from the laughter in his eyes.
“I’ll give you something to be shy about.”
The steely look in his eyes makes my breath catch in my throat.
“What?”
JOHNNY
“What?”
The surprise widening her eyes makes me want to laugh. If she could only see inside my fucked-up head.
I palm her flat stomach, loving the way her skin shivers under my touch, and curl my fingers over her mound. The slickness of her cunt clings to my skin, and excitement burns through my veins.
This girl has a gorgeous body. Way better than all my recent lays, and she’s hot for me. Of course she is. She hasn’t gotten laid in years. I can’t in good conscience let her leave my apartment without her being thoroughly fucked.
She yelps as I lift her off the couch. “What do you mean?”
“Stop talking.”
I bring her to my bedroom, my cock stirring back to life as I think about the box of toys in my closet. Then I roughly drop her onto my mattress. She falls down with a loud bump, and I enjoy the view of her tits bouncing on her chest. Her high, arched eyebrows narrow dangerously at me. So the princess isn’t used to being talked down to? Too fucking bad.
Control just isn’t something I give up easily. I take it from people all the time, but this broad was hot enough to wrestle it out of me. I fuck girls all the time, and I never come inside one without a condom.
Talk about Russian roulette.
Maya did that to me.
I take her delicate throat in my hand. “I told you I would make you mine tonight. I don’t want to hear you talk, unless it’s to ask me permission for something.”
Laughter dances over her dark eyes.
I’m going to fuck the pride right out of you.
“I’ve got you pinned down. You’re not used to taking a man’s orders.”
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“You’re damn straight.”
Heat flashes over my face as I glare at her. “I told you to shut the fuck up.”
My words slap her across the face. A beautiful red pricks her already flushed cheeks, but she stays silent. Finally.
“I’m not your daddy. I won’t let you walk over me.” I take her shoulders in my hands and push them back so that she lies flat on the bed, her hair splayed behind her. Her vein jumps in her neck and I bend over her, my lips touching her ear. “Give me the respect I deserve, and I’ll make you come over and over again. Don’t listen to me, and I’ll throw your ass out.”
I have to remind myself that it’s not entirely her fault. She doesn’t know who I am yet.
Maya’s pink mouth parts slightly. She looks as though she wants to speak, but she doesn’t dare piss me off. Good, it’s working already. There’s nothing but the sound of her quick breaths in my bedroom. I don’t know if I could handle it if she walked out on me, because I’m not satisfied. Not in the least.
Her mouth twists in anger, but I place a finger over her swollen lips to silence her.
“Don’t. Accept the fact that you don’t know me. This is how it’s going to be.”
She sucks in her lip and bites down hard as she thinks it over in her head. I see the struggle behind those proud eyes. She wants to fuck me, but her pride won’t let her.
Then finally she swallows. “Okay.”
There’s a slight edge in her voice that I don’t like to hear. As boss, I’m always on the lookout for any hint of defiance in my men. I’m always searching for the one who will challenge me, so that I can crush him. Mock execution. Most of the time, it’s just a bullet between the eyes. I like to send the message that I don’t fuck around. Second chances? Fuck that. You get one chance with me.
Smiling, I turn my back on her and enter my closet, looking for the stash of toys I rarely get to use on the women I bring home. This one’s different. She’s desperate for cock. She’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want.
I pick out a nice leather blindfold dyed in a wine-red color and curl it around my hands. She glances at the blindfold around my hand and tries to look unconcerned, but her hands tighten over the comforter.
“Sit up.”
She obeys quickly, her dark eyes flicking to the blindfold and then to my face. Blood rushes to my hands as I touch her neck, feeling her fluttering heartbeat. The blindfold wraps around her eyes in a tight embrace, and I slide the strap through the buckle until it’s snug. She can’t see a fucking thing.
I touch her shoulder, and she jumps a little. It gets my blood going like you wouldn’t believe. She doesn’t expect where I’m going to touch her, and her head lifts, her lips searching for me. I trace my finger around those beautiful lips.
“I told you I’d make you mine tonight,” I say, pinching that succulent bottom lip. “I meant it. Just one night as my fuck toy, and then you go back to Daddy.”
Her lips tremble as I take my hands away, and then I grab her wrists, tugging them. She follows the pressure unsteadily, standing up from the bed. Her brown hair swings wildly as she stumbles forward into my chest. She inhales a small gasp, and the pink blush spreading over her cheeks makes my dick hard enough smash diamonds.
“Hands behind your head.”
She tentatively raises her hands, a question forming on her lips that she swallows.
A smile tightens my face.
Good girl.
Her tits look amazing with her hands behind her head. They stick out like two perfect orbs, her nipples already hard. I watch as the breath catches in her throat when I take one of those nipples in my forefinger and thumb and pinch hard. Fucking beautiful. I love the way she gasps and bites her lips. Then I lower my head and take that hard bud in my mouth.
The sharp sound of her gasp cuts the air. I love watching her reaction. It gets me so fucking hard. Her nipple hardens around my tongue and I move it in slow circles. Then I pull back and blow air over her wet skin. I do the same to the other one, taking more of her tit in my mouth, sucking hard over the creamy skin so that a bright, red mark burns on her skin. The blood pounding through my cock makes the ache almost painful.
My power over her is like a heady, seductive scent. It makes me feel drunk, makes my veins run with fire. I say, “Jump,” and she obeys. I crave that kind of control. Fucking need it. But I need this even more.
I sit down on the edge of the bed, turning her trembling body around.
“Kneel.”
My command rolls over her body like silk. Maya’s thighs tremble. “Why?”
I reach around her legs to rip my hand across her gorgeous ass, the sound cracking through the room. Maya jumps and moves her hands down her head. Anger rustles in my chest, and I slap that ass a little harder so that she shrieks.
“I told you to keep your hands behind your head.”
Her chest pulses for a few seconds as she stands there, humiliated but unsure. Then they rise back behind her head.
That’s better.
I can’t help but stroke the red burn blossoming on her ass. An obedient girl deserves a reward, right? I take her hips, and she follows my pressure, kneeling with her tits sticking out.
Fuck, I could make myself come with the sight of her sitting there, her legs tightly pressed together as if to hide her arousal. I wind my fingers through her hair and I pull her head forward. She follows blindly, right into my lap. Then the warm head of my cock brushes over her lips.
“Suck my cock.”
Her tongue darts out in an experimental taste. Fuck, her little tongue just wets my cock, and I push myself between her lips. It feels incredible. So smooth, warm, and moist. She might be a daddy’s girl, but she’s a champ at sucking cock.
She works her mouth, bobbing her head with her hands behind her. Her slick tongue works magic on my prick, rubbing the underside and making me jump in her mouth. My breathing quickens. Heart pounds. I can’t think about anything except the noise she makes when she moves her sloppy mouth up and down me. It makes me feel as though she’s in control.
Has she been fucking with me this entire time? I pegged her as some kind of uptight broad with an asshole for a father, but the vigorousness of her mouth—fuck—I didn’t expect this.
“Tell me how it feels to have me balls deep in your mouth. Go on, give your mouth a break.”
I pop out of her mouth, but not before she gives my head a kiss with tongue. Wetness gleams from her lips, and it’s a sexy sight.
“It feels nice.”
She says it in a shrugging tone, and I pinch her chin. “You feel how hard I am?”
“Yeah.”
That fucking grin.
“How is it that a girl who hasn’t gotten laid in years can suck cock like that?”
Her shoulder lifts in a shrug. “I watch a lot of porn.”
A girl that watches porn. Dirty. I always aimed for traditional girls. I fucked sluts to get my rocks off, and dated girls who were good candidates for marriage. Traditional Italian women. The girls I dated would’ve never been into porn. Karen called it “disgusting.”
It makes me realize that I can’t go much longer without fucking this broad.
“Up.”
We switch places; I gently lead her to the bed so that she’s lying down. She drops down cautiously, still blind, flinching when I touch her legs.
I promised her I would make her come with my tongue, and I intend to keep that promise. My hand slaps her inner thighs, and she bends her knees and spreads them apart, only parting them about an inch.
“Spread your legs.”
“I—it’s—”
It’s wrong. It’s dirty. I don’t care what she’s about to say.
“Do it.” My voice cuts hers off, louder than ever. She spreads her legs as if she’s fucking hiding drugs in there, and then I just take her knees and roughly pull her apart.
Her gleaming pussy calls to me like a Siren’s song. I fucked her already, but I’ve forgotten
what it felt like. I can’t imagine it, and my dick is driving me crazy trying to remember. She inhales sharply as I kiss her inner thigh, leading a trail right to her swollen cunt. Maya throws her head back when I kiss her outer lips.
My laughter hits her face like a slap. She burns.
“Maddon, so that’s it, huh? That’s your sweet spot.”
“Please, Johnny.” Maya arches her back as I reach all the way back with my tongue and lick her, swimming in her musk. She screams to the ceiling, and my heart rams against my chest.
“I told you what I’d do to you.”
She makes a desperate sound as I close my mouth over her sweet pussy, sucking hard and flicking my tongue inside her to feel her squeeze.
Maya fucking loves it. She forgets all about staying quiet and obeying me. Her legs wrap around my head, and then I sink my tongue inside that cunt as far as it’ll go.
Her screams lift to the ceiling as if I’m killing her.
“No!” she screams, face flushed. “I can’t—I don’t wanna—”
“You don’t want to come?”
“It—it makes me lose control. I need to feel—oh!”
“That’s exactly what I want, baby. I want you to fall to your knees and beg me to fuck you.”
She clenches her teeth. “I don’t beg.”
Stubborn bitch.
I curl my fingers inside that slick pussy, watching her eat her own words as she fists the sheets and cries out to the ceiling.
“You’re begging right now.”
But I still need to hear her say it.
My tongue swirls around her clit, nudging that little nub as I put my face between her thighs and lick her pussy for all I’m worth. She arches into me, pressing her body into my lips. Then I pull back, leaving her panting.
“What are you doing?”
Giving you a taste of your own medicine.
I smile against her pussy, giving her thigh a harsh slap as I kiss her clit, thrusting my fingers inside her. I wait until her breathing reaches a crescendo and then I pull back. It’s the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.
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