Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (82 page)

He chuckled against my flesh, then quivered his tongue over me and I gasped, feeling the wave rise.  Erotic sensations swamped my senses and I moaned, riding the rising tempest to an intense explosion of pleasure.

I wailed as I found my release, his fingers pulsing inside me, driving me higher.

When the orgasm ended, I slumped on the bench, gasping for breath.

His fingers slid from inside me, leaving me empty, and he kissed my sensitive ass.

He stood up and I watched in the mirror as he unfastened his belt, then unzipped his jeans.  From inside the denim, he pulled out the biggest, thickest cock I’d ever seen.

Oh, God, I wanted to feel that thing inside me.  Driving deep.  Filling me more than any man had ever filled me before.

He held his big, stiff member in his hand as he gazed at my ass.  My flesh burned with the need to feel him drive into me.

But instead, he walked in front of me.

“You said you should do something to make me feel good.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stepped closer and pressed his cockhead to my cheek.  I turned my head and nuzzled his big, hot shaft.  It was hard as steel, but the skin was silky.  I licked it, just below the ridge.  He shifted it so I could reach the cockhead and I licked his tip.

I opened my mouth in invitation and he pressed his cock to my lips and eased forward.  I had to stretch wide to take him inside.  His hard flesh pushed between my lips until his thick cockhead filled my mouth.

Oh, God, he was so big.  I loved the feel of him inside me.

I ran my tongue over his tip, then swirled around and around.  He glided deeper, pushing into my throat.  Just as I thought it was too much, he glided back again.  Then forward.

I opened my throat as he pushed a little deeper.  Then back.

I squeezed him as he glided away.  He stayed with his cockhead in my mouth and I laved over him with my tongue, loving the salty taste of him.  I began to suck.

He stroked my hair, pushing it back from my face.  I sucked harder, squeezing him.  Then I lapped over his tip.

He moaned, then drew out.

“Baby, with you doing that I’m going to come any second and—”

“Come in my mouth,” I said, anticipating his concern.

He groaned and pushed back between my lips.  I sucked him, hard and fast, my cheeks hollowing.  He moaned and thrust forward, driving half his shaft into me.  He thrust in and out, faster and faster.  I squeezed him and he jerked forward.

A flood of salty, hot liquid filled my mouth and I swallowed.  And swallowed again.

He groaned as he filled me, then finally drew back.  I gave his cock one last squeeze before it finally slipped from my mouth.

I felt his fingers on my wrist, then the cuff released.  He unfastened the other one, too.  I pushed myself up on my knees.  He shed his pants, then pulled off his shirt, his muscles rippling.  I gazed at his sculpted, muscular body, need flooding through me.  His cock, spent, seemed to come to life again under my scrutiny.

“Take off your top,” he said.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, then tugged the garment over my head.  I dropped it on the floor, then felt heat flush through me as his gaze settled on my red lace bra.  My nipples puckered, pushing against the skimpy fabric.

“Take off the bra.”  His voice was a low, sexy rumble.

I reached behind me and unhooked it, then drew it from my shoulders.  As the bra slipped away, his gaze centered on my hard, needy nipples.  He reached out and cupped one of my breasts.  The feel of his big, warm hand on me was exquisite.

“Oh, God, you feel so good, Jenna.”

His hand found my other breast and his thumb stroked over the nipple.

“Do you like me touching you like this?”

“Yes, sir. Very much.”

He squeezed my nipple between his fingers and I moaned.  Then he knelt down and took one in his mouth.  When he began to suckle, I gasped.

Pinching one nipple.  Sucking the other. Driving me wild.

“Oh, sir.  Yes, please.  I want more.”

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want…”  I sucked in air.  “I want you to… be inside me.  Your cock,” I clarified.

He chuckled and stood up again.  He walked behind me and pressed me forward so I was leaning over the bench again.

I watched in the mirror as he wrapped his hand around his big cock, sturdy and hard once again.  He pressed it against me, hot like a branding iron.  The tip of his erection glided over my slick slit and then… oh, so slowly… he pressed forward.  Pushing into me.

I moaned as his big cockhead stretched my flesh.   I didn’t know if I could take him.  But he kept going.  Pushing a little more.  Deeper.  Until his big, bulbous head was almost all the way in.

“Oh, sir.  I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

He smiled.  “It will.”

He continued to ease into me until his cockhead was all the way inside.  Then he stopped.

“You see?”

I nodded, but wondered about the rest of his big shaft.  He wasn’t just thick.  He was long, too.

But I wanted him… all of him… inside me.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

When he pushed deeper still, his big shaft stretching me, I moaned.  It was painfully exquisite.

“Oh, God, you are so big.”

He leaned over and nuzzled my neck, sending quivers down my spine.  His big cock pushed deeper and deeper, until I thought he’d bump right into my stomach.  But finally I felt his groin against my ass and knew he was all the way inside.

I groaned and squeezed him inside me.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”  Then he drew back.  “Too fucking good.”

To my surprise, he pulled out.

“But…”

Our gazes locked in the reflection of the mirror and he laughed.  He kissed the back of my neck, then drew me up straight.

“Oh, don’t worry, Lady Bug.  I’m not stopping.”

He leaned down and released my legs from the straps holding them wide.

“I just want us both to be more comfortable when I fuck you.”

My insides quivered at his words.  God, I wanted him to fuck me so badly.

He wrapped his hand around my waist and drew me to my feet, then guided me to the leather couch.

“Lie down,” he said.

I obeyed.  Then he prowled over me.  His big body covered mine and I felt his cockhead bump against my opening.

“Open your legs wide, baby.”

I opened them and his big cock pushed into me again.  Oh, God, it was so thick.  It glided deeper and deeper.  I held my breath as it filled me, his gaze locked on mine as he watched me.

Finally, he was all the way in.

“Tell me how much you like me inside you.”

I clutched his shoulders.  “I do.  I’ve been dreaming of this.”

His lips quirked up.  “You’ve been dreaming of me?”

I nodded, barely able to speak with the feel of his big cock deep inside me.

He leaned in and nuzzled my ear.  “Hot, sexy dreams?”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured.

He laughed.  His cock glided back a little, then he pulsed forward.  I gasped at the sensation.

“You want me to fuck you.”

“Oh, yes.  Please.”

He laughed again, a joyous sound.

His cock caressed my canal as it slid back, then he drove deep again, taking my breath away.  He drew back, and thrust again.

“Ohhhh, yes!”

He thrust into me, driving deeper and harder with each stroke.  I moaned my approval as he kept filling me.  Over and over.

Pleasure built.  Winding around me.  Pulsing inside me.  Coiling through every part of me.

“Oh, God, yes.”  I arched against him.  “Oh, Cade.  Um… sir.”

“It’s okay, baby.  Use my name.  I want to hear it when you come.”

His cock drove into me.  Relentless.  Filling me with exquisite joy.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes, OH, YES!”  Pleasure blasted through me like a geyser letting lose.  I moaned, then remembered what he’d said.  “Oh, Cade,” I wailed.  “I’m… yes, I’m coming.”

He groaned, then I felt it.  Hot liquid filling me.  The sensation triggered another joyful blast of pleasure.

Still he pumped into me.  Driving my pleasure higher and higher.  I moaned again as I soared to another mind-shattering orgasm.

Then we both collapsed on the couch.  His cock, still buried inside me, twitched, and I laughed in joy.

His head rested on my shoulder and I stroked his raspy cheek.

“That was… just so… wow!”

He chuckled.  “So you like it when I punish you.”

I nodded.  “Yes.  I might just have to be naughty more often.”

He lifted his head and his lips brushed mine, then he smiled.

“I don’t know if I like encouraging you to be naughty.”  But his face lit with a grin.  “All I can say is, if you do continue to be bad, I just might have to get my friend to help me discipline you.”

My breath caught.  Was he really suggesting…?

“He’ll be here next week, right?”  I asked.

“Yes, and I have a lot of work for you, so you’d better be good while he’s here.”

I smiled.  “Or very,
very
bad.”

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