Every ounce of attention he’s paying me drives me wild.
Every touch shoots electricity through me.
Every flick of his tongue sets me ablaze.
My heart feels like it’s slamming against my ribs. My breath comes in short, panting gasps. My spine bends and my stomach clenches.
The pressure inside me builds and builds with every lap of his tongue, every swipe of his lips, until I feel like I’m going to break into a million tiny pieces.
And then I do.
His hands dig into my skin, holding me steady while I ride the wave.
My hands lock in his hair. My mouth falls open. My eyes screw shut as fireworks explode in front of me.
The vibrations are almost too much as dancing spots cloud my vision.
I try to control the cries of release billowing from my lungs, but I can’t. I let loose a string of curses, moaning as wave after wave crashes over me.
I writhe against him, grinding myself into his mouth. It seems to go on forever. Each time I think it’s done, a new swell forces its way out of me.
Chris draws one last tremor from my shuddering body before kissing my swollen sex and grinning up at me.
“You like?” he teases.
“Yeah,” I giggle, shivering against him. “Ivery much like.”
Shuffling sideways on unsteady legs, I stumble to my bedroom door and pull it open.
“Where are you going?” he asks, still licking me from his lips.
“Won’t be long,” I tell him. “Make sure you’re naked when I come back.”
My legs almost give way as I skip along the hallway and into his bedroom. Grabbing the handcuffs from the box in his wardrobe, I glance at myself in the mirror.
Naked and so alive, excitement and happiness shines in my eyes. This moment feels like a shift. Like I’m finally breaking free from a lifetime of watching everyone else get the guy.
Now it’smy turn.
And I intend to grasp it with two tied hands.
Snapping the cuffs around my wrists, I lock them tight and march back to my bedroom.
“Surprise,” I say, slipping into my room and closing the door. “I thought it would be fu…”I stop talking when I turn to see a naked Chris Collins standing next to my bed.
My gaze falls from his dark eyes, down his sun-kissed neck, lingering on his bulky chest.
Shivering at the sight of his eight-pack and V-cut abs, a murmur escapes my lips when I finally take in the rest of him…
Oh my God.
I’ve never wanted to touch and taste something so much in my life.
His hard cock juts out above his massive balls, which draws my attention to the sheer length and size of him. He’s…enormous.
Chris Collins is by far the most incredible man I’ve ever seen. He’s like a real-life action toy.
And he’s waiting for me.
I’m hypnotized as my hands move toward him of their own volition. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I look up into his dark eyes as I lick the tip of his dripping cock.
“Hmmm, fuck,” he hums as my tongue caresses the warm skin and I stroke the base of his shaft.
Losing myself, I open my mouth and my jaw aches as I swallow him inside.
“How are you so good at this?” he pants, a glint of playful admiration shining in his eyes.
His huge palm grips the side of my head, and my jaw slackens as my mouth waters.
With his fingers tangled through my hair, Chris helps to guide me up and down on his dick until he holds my head still. Shuffling from side to side, he moves inside the warmth of my mouth with deep moans as he struggles not to force himself deeper.
My pussy is crying out to feel him, but first I need to submit. I’ve never done this before, but now it feels so right. It’s about giving up power. Trusting someone implicitly and letting go.
Sliding his shaft from my mouth, I stand and crawl up onto my bed.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I plead, lifting my ass and surrendering to him.
“Your wish is my command,” he moans.
Sucking in a sharp breath when his cock nudges my soaked pussy, my breath shudders when he teases me with it, parting my flesh and then circling my opening.
“Hmmm,” I whimper as he breaks inside me.
Inch by deliciously painful inch, I clench around him as I grip the sheets and hold my breath.
The sensation is overwhelming and breathtaking. His huge, throbbing dick is so deep, I swear I can feel him hitting the back of my stomach.
“Fu-fuck,” he groans, his voice a strangled whisper as he holds himself still inside me. “Ready?”
“F-for what?” I gasp.
“The rest,” he says, gently sliding further into me.
A sigh slips out and my hands fist the sheets.
“You’re so tight and hot,” he groans.
I tremble and shake as his hand wraps around my hip and holds me steady. Slowly, his hips roll, and I bite the pillow as he rocks his cock inside me, stirring me like a cauldron.
Stretched so far, he takes my body to places I’ve never gone before. As he moves, my belly flutters and my stomach trembles. Chris grabs my hips and tilts me up, plunging deeply.
I can’t breathe. My eyes roll as wave after wave of pure bliss rushes through me.
I feel weightless. Lightheaded. Shuddering as he pounds into me, I’m already close to the edge, and I know he won’t be far behind me.
And then he stops.
“What’s wrong?” I cry out, impaled on his masculinity.
He slides out of me and it feels like torture.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper, the intoxicating throb of my arousal impossible to resist.
Grabbing my hips in his powerful hands, Chris flips me like a doll.
He then pulls at the chain on my handcuffed wrists and slides me up the bed until I’m staring into those big brown eyes.
“I thought you only fucked girls from behind?” I whisper as he hovers over me.
“You’re different,” he replies. “I need to see you.”
Wow.
This night is taking my emotions to places I never thought possible. Chris brushes the backs of his fingers against my cheeks before tenderly caressing my nipples.
Lowering himself until my aching breasts press against his stony pecs, I lift my knees and he grinds himself against my swollen pussy.
Our mouths are inches away from one another as Chris slides himself between my legs.
“You don’t deserve to be fucked,” he tells me, and the truth in his deep voice moistens my eyes.
He doesn’t want to fuck. He wants to make love. Because he doesn’t say it, he shows it…
My eyes close as Chris pushes his enormous cock inside me, but he moves so gently he slips into me like he’s scared I’ll break. A precious, fragile vase created just for him.
Opening my eyes, Chris gazes into mine, penetrating every layer of my being.
As he rocks his hips against me, we merge and melt into one.
Our breaths fall in harmony.
Our heartbeats pulse together, and our tongues and limbs tangle like ribbons.
So intimate, so intense, the mounting pleasure igniting fresh new fires inside me.
I feel his pleasure pounding through me.
Lengthening his slide, he drives back into me, and I don’t know how I ever lived without this feeling. Without the heat and tenderness of his fingers caressing my flushed skin. Without…him.
My pussy twitches and clamps around his hard flesh.
As his pace quickens, a burning coal spreads through my belly.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.