“Knees.”
I fall to my knees without question, knowing he brought me to the point of climax a second time only to leave me wanting for a reason.
“Do you want me to be yours, Angel?”
My head jerks up at his phrasing, my breast rising and falling with each breath. I don’t hesitate because I know I want him with every fiber of my being. “Yes, Sir.” I lower my head content with my response.
“That sounds beautiful when you say it to me.” Cooper groans. “Coming from your sweet little voice it’s like poetry.”
I preen and I don’t even feel silly doing it. I’m just elated that I’m pleasing him. As I relax into his authority, liquid heat seeps from my body. I want it bad. I want to be his.
He places a finger under my chin nudging up my face so that I look into his glowing eyes. “I’m not going to let you come again tonight, Angel.” He stands, pulling the belt from his loops and laying it aside. “I want you to think of me.” He releases the button and the sound of the zipper lowering in the quiet room mingles with our ragged breaths.
“How could I possibly think of anything else?”
That makes him smile.
I swipe my tongue over my lips as he pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down at the same time and his cock escapes, bobbing in front of my face already glistening eagerly. I follow his jeans as they puddle on the floor around his feet. I lift my eyes, following the muscled lines of his well-developed calves, over his knees, past his strong mouth-watering thighs to stop on the thick flesh that’s jutting proudly from the dark thatch at his groin straining towards me.
He sits back down on the edge of the bed with his stiff cock gripped firmly in one hand, the other resting on the side of my neck.
Saliva rushes to my mouth. I’m fascinated by his hand as it caresses almost lazily up and down the length of his engorged flesh without any shame.
“I don’t think I’m any good at it.” I bite my lip knowing I hadn’t asked for permission to speak.
His lips curve up. “We’ve not set up any rules, Angel. We’re just two people getting intimate. You think I want to be a tyrant with you?” he asks ruefully.
I shrug.
“Use your words, Angel.”
“I don’t know.” A blush spreads across my face. “Isn’t that what Dom’s do?”
“Is that what your brothers do?”
“I really don’t want to talk about my brothers’ sexual habits while I’m kneeling here practically naked in front of you.”
“I get that, Angel.” His gaze settles on me. “But you know what I mean.”
“I know,” I reply apologetically. “No. They’re not tyrants.”
“So explain.” His hand moves up and down my neck. “What do you mean you don’t think you’re any good at it?”
“Nate was always mad at me.” My words come out barely a whisper. “Said I didn’t do it right.”
“And you think that’s your fault?”
I nod.
He taps my mouth with his finger again and I let out an exasperated puff of air. “Words.” He chuckles as he watches me struggle with his reprimand.
“Yes, I do.”
“I want your pleasure,” he states matter-of-factly. “I want you to enjoy pleasing me.”
“I want that too.”
“Good girl. I love hearing you say what you want.”
My cheeks bloom with heat at his approval and I smile.
“Can you read minds, Angel?”
I have a feeling I know where he’s going with this line of questioning and I relax, shaking my head with a chuckle. “I wish,” I reply wryly.
“Then how do you just know what pleases me?”
“I don’t.”
“It’s my responsibility to let you know how to please me.” He leans back on the daybed; his gaze hot on my face as if he has all the time in the world. The twinkle in his eyes is unmistakable. “I like you sitting at my feet.” His hand continues with its slow and steady movement up and down his cock and my eyes can’t turn away from the movements as he tightens and loosens his grip moving the skin firmly beneath his hand.
“You do?”
He sits up, his face flushed. “How else is that pretty little mouth of yours going to get wrapped around my big dick?” His hand glides up and down his rock-hard cock some more. “I like this red lipstick too.” His thumb swipes firmly over my bottom lip looking at the hint of stain that transfers to the tip. “I’m not going to wash it off afterwards so when I see it, I’ll think of your lips stretched wide taking all of me to the balls and back again.”
My cheeks heat more at his blatant sexuality. At the ease in which he speaks of such things. “I…” Before I can finish, he leans forward tightening his hand at my neck, dragging me close. With one hand still on his cock, he pushes the bodice of my dress down and the heat of his mouth surrounds my right nipple, which was already a hard peak. His tongue merciless as it lashes across the sensitive nub. I can’t help but cry out at the intense sensations shooting through my body as his mouth works its magic. Then he pulls back with my nipple popping out of his mouth a perky red berry.
“Damn, that looks good.” My chin dips and I admire his handiwork, he nudges my chin up with his finger. “Now I want to feel your hot, wet tongue do the same thing with my cock.” His velvety voice rumbles through me and tingles follow the same path down to my dripping pussy. I need no further prodding because that’s exactly what I want to do. I want to feel his cock deep in my throat.
“Touch me.” His jaw is set with iron determination as he waits. He waits as patiently as ever. The only sign that he’s desperate is his death grip at the base of his cock and the slight tick in his cheek. “Put my cock in your mouth, Angel.”
With my eyes locked on his, I reach out and fist his cock in my unsteady hand. It’s huge wrapped in my smaller fist. I lean forward and guide his hard flesh between my lips, rejoicing in the velvety softness as the bulbous crown slides into my mouth. My tongue sweeps across the weeping slit swirling over the underside of his cock. He tastes all man, musky and salty. I scrape my teeth gently over the distended vein that runs up the back and he hisses.
“Easy, darlin’.”
With my mouth still wrapped around his cock, I sneak a quick peak up at him. I slide down his cock, my nostrils flaring when I inhale the spicy scent of his body as the wiry hairs at the base of his cock tickle my nose.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “Love that tongue, Angel.” He hums in pleasure.
My tongue licks from the base to the tip then I give him a demanding pull with my mouth and he hardens even more against my tongue. When he doesn’t put an end to my exploration, I continue. I glide my lips down the bulging vein until I find my way back to his balls and trace them with the pointy tip of my tongue before softly sucking one into my mouth. I roll it gently between my lips and tongue and he groans, tilting his hips instinctively towards my mouth seeking more.
With that silent encouragement, I slowly push with my tongue and his sac slides from my heat. I skim my lips, tongue, and teeth up until swirling my tongue around the head and capture the crown between my lips taking long, sucking pulls of his turgid flesh.
“Oh, fuck!”
Through half-closed lids I witness every moment of his pleasure as he watches my mouth stretch to accommodate his massive girth and the glistening trails of saliva that streak over his flesh each time his cock slides from my mouth.
With one hand on the side of my face lying gently against my cheek, his thumb circles almost absently against the corner of my mouth.
“God, you look so fuckin’ hot with your lips stretched and swollen and your cheeks all pink from the exertion.” The words come from somewhere deep in his throat as he growls. He presses his full length into my mouth with a low groan, filling my mouth to the brim with his cock, and giving a grunt of approval as I hold him there. “That’s right, Angel. Hold me deep.”
I swallow against the intrusion
until my lungs threaten to burst for want of air and pull back until only the broad crown of his cock remains between my lips. I feast on him gently, nibbling at the head. My tongue lapping around the head of his cock, lavishing attention, devouring the salty flavor that continues to seep from his body in slow emissions creating a need in me that makes my limbs grow heavy and my head feel light.
My pussy clenches, aching, swelling, begging. And I want nothing more than to come badly, but he’s already told me it isn’t about to happen again tonight so I suck in a deep breath focusing all of my concentration on the magnificent cock in my mouth.
The heated cream liberally flowing from my body, saturates my thighs, dripping onto the pillow that I kneel upon. I spread my legs wider, my knees bumping against his big black boots. I separate my thighs to lessen the torture of my throbbing flesh only to find my clit glancing off the rough texture of the antique embroidery and I moan.
“Don’t you dare make yourself come, sweetheart.”
I groan around his cock holding myself still, a virtual statue at his feet.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth hard, Angel?” He breathes out harshly, his nostrils flaring rapidly with each hard inhale and exhale. His hand grips the base of his cock firmly.
I nod my head at the question, groaning out unintelligibly around his cock.
His eyes smile. “This is the last time I’ll ask.” He cups my cheek, stroking his thumb in lazy circles over my jaw. “Next time I’ll just take.”
My body melts in a liquid pool at his commanding presence, at the sheer magnitude of power that emanates from him in waves and tremors sweep over my body. I force them back as my clit engorges, poking out from its hood begging for a touch.
“Right now I just want to jam my cock down your throat and feel the muscles tighten as you swallow my come.”
My eyes flutter closed and I even out of my breathing. I soften my throat as he works his way deeper until his heavy balls hit my chin. My nostrils flare as his cock bumps the back of my throat and I relax the passageway on a groan. I open wide to accommodate his powerful thrusts and grunt as the broad crown of his penis taps my uvula over and over. Saliva pools, dripping from the corners of my mouth as he pounds rough, yet somehow gentle at the same time. But no matter the urgency in his thrusts, he’s seems always mindful of my reactions to his domination and with each plunge my body rages, my nostrils flaring even more to accommodate the breaths forced from my lungs and I moan out for a release that I know isn’t coming tonight.
“Heaven help me,” he mutters on a growl. “You okay, Angel.”
I look him in the eye, nodding even as a tear spills from my eyes and rolls down my cheek. My chest rises and falls rapidly with each hot intake of breath, even though I crave much more.
His hand tightens in my hair knocking some of the pins that hold it in place to the floor. The painful spikes increase the heat to my clit and I bounce against the pillow.
“You’re a good girl, Angel. A real good girl. And you look hot bouncing at me feet.” He grips my hair tighter. “But if you make yourself come against that pillow I’m going to blister your ass so you can’t sit down for a week.”
His hand adjusts my head and he feeds me his length not stopping until his tight sac rests against my chin swinging back and forth in an erotic rhythm.
I open, swallow, breathing through my nose to take all of him deep. Looking up, I watch his head fall back, his throat working rapidly. He swallows hard, gritting his teeth, taking in shallow panting breaths. Just as I relax my jaw to take him further his hand fists in my hair and he jerks me away from his cock and I let him slide out of my mouth disappointment shadowing my emotions. He grabs the base and squeezes.
“You’re done?” I ask between panting breaths.
He smiles as his fingers touch my cheek. “Far from it.” He skims the backs of his fingers down my jaw, his thumb rubbing over my swollen lips and I don’t think his eyes can get much darker. His hand lightly surrounds my throat, his thumb brushing up and down the front as I swallow and I know he’s thinking of his come following that same path. “You’re driving me crazy.” His eyes are serious. “How am I supposed to work when I know that you’ll be here, filled with my come, antsy and ready to orgasm at one touch of my hand?”
I whimper, my hips roll, my buttocks clench at the thought of him shooting down my throat and the creamy saltiness coating my tongue. It surprises me how much that image turns me on. My clit throbs, my swollen labia drips, and another gush of liquid rushes from me.
“How?” he repeats, pulling me close, lifting me to meet his lips and his tongue licks over the seam demanding entry and our tongues slip and explore until I can no longer breathe. He lifts one hand to cup my jaw and pulls back abruptly.
“I’m going come down your throat, Angel.” He swipes his tongue over my lips the way he would a favorite treat. “I want to know that I’m a part of you even if it’s just for a moment.”
Tremors take over my body. “God, you’re so good with your words, Cowboy.” The praise breathes out between my swollen lips in a throaty whisper.
He places his hand on the top of my head gently pushing me back to my knees. “I should’ve waited, but I’m a dick.” He threads his hand through my hair yanking my head back. Then he leans in running his tongue from my throat all the way to my lips and a shiver courses down my spine. “Suck me,” he purrs, nipping at my chin. “Open wide,” he whispers right before he pushes my head down and runs the broad, reddened head of his engorged cock across my lips painting my mouth with come oozing unfettered from the slit. “Suck me dry,” he growls guiding his cock back into my mouth.
His strong hands begin a gentle kneading of my breasts, over my hard nipples, plucking and pinching, the sensation drawing a moan out around his cock and I suck, lap, lick, and ride his cock with my mouth working the stalk with my hand until he thickens against my tongue. I widen my mouth even more with his girth, my jaw aching, but I keep at it, refusing to give up and finally he rumbles, “Open wide, I’m going to fuck your throat one more time.” He rocks back and forth, gliding his cock in and out for several moments.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts. “oh, hell yeah.”
I love how he lets me know that he likes what I’m doing, making me feel bolder and more confident with each muttered bit of praise. His hand rests on the top of my head and I open as wide as my mouth will go. He tilts my head back just a bit to get the right angle and then he fucks me hard.
“Take it, baby.” There’s a glint of determination in his eyes to push me just a bit more. Maybe just to see how far he can take me tonight. I don’t fight. I don’t argue. I relax into his demands and let his relentless command of my mouth give him a glimpse of my mounting trust.
“Damn you’re good, Angel.” I relax further allowing him to thrust deeper into my throat. He reaches around my chin and wipes at the saliva that trails down my neck, he sucks his fingers into his mouth again and I groan around his flesh. Everything he does is erotic. Everything he does has meaning. He wants everything that’s me. He wants it all. There’s nothing that’s out of bounds when it comes to us. Nothing.
“You’ve got a sweet mouth, Angel.” His fingers bite into my scalp. “Sweetest mouth I’ve ever fucked,” he says in another soft growl. “It’s mine now. Everything you is mine now.”
He thrusts hard. Possesses me with each move of his body and it takes all I have to not let go. Grunting and moaning he works his cock hard between my lips knowing I want what he’s giving me. He needs me to have it all.
His eyes close, his jaw clenches. He taps my cheek seconds before hot spurts of come jet into the back of my throat, coating my tongue. I suck and swallow, slurp and lick until he’s empty of everything. Then I swirl my tongue around and around his cock until he softens and slides slowly from my mouth. I fall forward, my head resting against the inside of his right thigh. His grip gentles and he rubs his hand up and down my back. Our heart rates and breaths slow with eac
h passing second.
I’m lost. I want so much. I feel weak. I feel strong. I feel happy. I feel sated even though my body still thrums with need. He does that for me. It scares the hell out of me to think that after a moment’s time in the big scheme of life I’ve fallen hard. I’m his and his alone.
Does that make me weak?
I jump at the sound of the doorknob turning and he pushes my cheek back down against his thigh continuing with his leisurely stroking of my back.
“I locked the door, Angel.”
“You did,” I peek up through my lashes. “Didn’t even notice.”
“You were too busy trying to jump my bones.”
“I did a damn good job too.” I hear the arrogance of my own words and smile.
“Sure did, Angel,” he replies. “But don’t forget, your smart mouth can still get you into trouble.”
I grin against his hair roughened thigh and know he feels the muscles in my cheek move because his hand slows for just a second.
“Next time, I’m going to spank your ass until it glows.”
I suck in a breath and a shiver steals over my body at the thought of his hand on my ass. My body heats to molten liquid at his threat of punishment. The way the words flow from his mouth. The way he threatens me with it makes me want it. Makes me jittery with desire at the thought of his hand against my ass. Makes me yearn for the rough bite of pain. Makes me want to rebel just to find out how he’ll dole it out.
But I won’t do that.
I want him to be pleased with me.
He places his hands beneath my arms and lifts me with him as he stands, setting me on my feet. He tucks his now semi-erect cock back into his jeans but doesn’t fasten them and then sits me on his lap with his arm around me, his hand splayed against my belly, his fingers tapping out a rhythm that I don’t recognize. I blush because my breasts are still displayed above the bodice of my dress. With his other hand he toys with my distended nipples at the same time running his lips over the top of my head.
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