“Take all of me,” he whispered. “All the way in your throat.”
I’d gotten better at deep-throating, although I wouldn’t consider myself a pro by any means. I focused on opening my mouth around him, then lowering my head and taking him as deep as I could. When the swollen head caressed the back of my throat, I eased down a little more.
“Just like that,” he praised. “A little more.”
I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. I lowered my head until I felt the wide tip of his cock in my throat. I swallowed twice, then instantly pulled back. Sir’s free hand went to my hair and he guided me back down. He didn’t rush me, slowly pushing until he was once again deep in my throat. When I tried to pull back, he halted me, pushing me down a little more.
“You can do this, sweet girl. I know you can. Relax your throat.”
I did, breathing in through my nose and fighting my gag reflex.
Sir tugged on my hair and I released him from my mouth.
“Two more times, pet. Then I want you to climb up on my dick and ride me until we both come.”
Knowing there was an end in sight made it easier. Knowing he was going to fuck me was even better. I pressed my head down until my nose was against his neatly groomed pubic hair. I swallowed several times, waiting until he groaned. Only then did I lift my head, taking a deep breath before going down on him again.
“Aww, fuck, baby. That’s so fucking good.”
Sir wasn’t the type to swear, but for some reason, his foul words fueled the fire burning inside me.
He finally pulled my head up, his breaths coming rapidly. “Good girl. Now climb up here. Let me feel that sweet pussy on my dick.”
Sir helped me onto his lap, his arm banding around me as he used his other hand to pull my mouth down to his. Our lips crashed together as I guided him inside me, sinking down on his cock. I groaned, loving how deep he went, how much he stretched me.
I began rocking on him as we kissed.
“Sit up, pet. Let me watch while you fuck me.”
I sat up straight, placing my hands on his chest.
“Lean back,” he instructed.
Repositioning my hands behind me, gripping his thighs, I tipped my body back while he held my hips.
“Now watch as my cock disappears inside your warm, wet cunt.”
I did and it was hot to watch as he fucked me.
The man had a tremendous amount of stamina, because we remained like that for long minutes. Me impaled on his cock, sliding my pussy up and down his shaft.
When his eyes lifted to mine, I met his gaze.
“I don’t want you to come yet.”
I nodded.
His thumb circled my clit and I cried out, increasing the pace as I lifted and lowered on him.
“That’s it, sweet girl. I love watching you fuck me.”
I was moaning, desperately holding on, waiting for him to give me permission to come.
“Ask nicely, pet.”
“Please, Sir. Please let me come on your cock.”
“You may.”
He started jerking my hips harder, pulling me onto him. Within seconds, I felt my orgasm barreling down on me.
“Scream for me, pet.”
Sir slammed his hips upward, driving into me hard and deep. I screamed, giving in to the intensity as my climax stole my breath.
“That a girl,” he said. “Come all over my cock.”
His words caused another tremor to race through me.
When my muscles relaxed, I leaned forward, but Sir didn’t stop fucking me.
“Hold on and press your hips down.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, molding my body to his as I kept my hips pointed down. He thrust up into me again and again, over and over until he was breathing as hard as I was, sweat slicking our bodies.
Sir pressed his face against my neck, then jerked me down onto him. His teeth latched on to my neck, and when he bit down, I came again, crying out as the pleasure overwhelmed. The man knew just what to do to make me lose my mind.
“Mine,” he growled roughly, his hips stilling, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
I didn’t let go, holding him as tightly as I could, knowing that at the end of this two weeks, this man was going to ruin me.
And I looked forward to every single second until then.
Twenty-Seven
THE NEXT MORNING, I WOKE up alone in Sir’s bed. I stretched, feeling the familiar ache in my body from Sir’s ministrations last night. After we had fucked on the sofa, we had retired to his bed, where he worked me into a frenzy with his mouth, making me come loudly before he flipped me over and fucked my ass.
The man knew exactly how to use my body and I found I had been hoping for a little more play time this morning. I fought off the disappointment, remembering that Sir had a regular routine and he shouldn’t change it because of me.
