Bang (A Club Deep Story)(26)

I can't help it-I arch my back, curling upward into his touch, pressing  against his hand. His other hand slides down to caress my other breast,  and I part my lips, head falling back as my eyes drift closed. I moan  softly, and …

That's when a loud clatter interrupts us. I jolt upright, forced back to  the present, to remembering where I am-and who I'm with.         

     



 

The sketchbook has fallen from my lap, the pencil clattering across the garden stones beside it.

But Farrow is relentless. He leans in and kisses the side of my neck,  his hands still tracing my breasts. "Tell me you want more, Pamona. It's  okay to give in."

I grit my teeth, clamp my lips tight. But his hands feel so good,  tugging gently on my nipples now, little spikes of pleasure jolting  along my body, and his tongue is trailing along my neck, tracing the  lines of my muscles, his teeth nipping at my skin, and I can't help it.

He's right. "I want more," I whisper.

I can feel him smile against my neck. "Do you want me to repeat what  happened the other night? Do you want me to make you come again?"

I swallow hard. This is a test, I know it is. But I'm too electrified  now, my pussy clenching tight, dampness spreading between my thighs.  "Yes," I murmur, half ashamed and half excited by the answer. By giving  in.

He doesn't waste any time. The moment the word leaves my mouth, he's in  front of me, pushing my knees apart. He kneels between them and shoves  my flimsy skirt up around my hips. I cast a nervous glance over his  shoulder, around the garden, but none of the servants are anywhere in  sight. And I doubt he would stop even if they were-he's already pulling  my panties down, tossing them aside as he presses his nose between my  legs, the stubble on his cheeks scraping my sensitive inner thighs,  making me gasp and tense.

Before he even touches me, he trails a finger along my slit, feeling the  moisture there. "It won't be long before you're begging for my cock,  Pamona."

I tense, digging my nails into my palms. "Never." There's a world of  difference between letting him get me off and letting him fuck me.

He licks his finger, covered in my juices, and grins. "Your body doesn't  lie. Look how hungry you are for me." Then he delves between my legs  again. His tongue traces my upper thighs first, slow and hot and  taunting. He trails his tongue along the crook of my legs, where they  meet my hips, then traces the lips of my pussy with his fingers, not  spreading them yet. I wrap my hands around his head, bury them deep in  his hair as he parts my lips and runs his tongue along my slit. I arch  my hips as his tongue goes deeper, each lick pressing his face harder  against me, his nose digging into my clit as he eats me out.

His hands slide underneath me, half lifting me off the chair as he grips  my ass hard. I gasp, my head falling back, and that's when he pushes  his tongue fully into my pussy. My gasp turns into a long moan as he  licks along my inner walls, pushing his tongue as deep inside me as  possible. He curls his tongue, traces my front wall, and a shudder runs  through my body, my hands fisting tighter in his hair.

Pleasure floods through my body, taking control over any sensible part  of my mind that's left. When he draws his tongue out of me and runs the  flat blade of his tongue over my clit, I inhale sharply, my hips jerking  against the chair, thrusting up against his face. He grabs my ass with  both hands and flattens his mouth against my pussy, licking harder,  faster now. I moan again, louder, losing any control I had left. As his  tongue lashes across my clit, I cry out, not caring who hears.

The orgasm hits me full-force and makes my body buck against the chair.  He draws out from under my skirt, grinning. "As good as the last one?"  he asks, licking his lips slowly.

"Better," I pant. He chuckles, self-satisfied, but my gaze has drifted  to him instead. To the bulge in his jeans, more prominent than ever.

All I can think about is the last time I saw his cock. The taste of his cum.

He notices the direction of my gaze, and stands, slowly unzipping his  jeans as he does. "You can ask for what you want, Pamona," he says.

"I don't want you to fuck me," I say, defiant to the last.

He smirks. "That's not the only thing you could ask for. If you want to taste me, you're welcome to."

I swallow hard. But he's already drawing his cock out, and it's every  inch as glorious and strange and fascinating as it was last time, and I  want to taste him again, not just a sneaky taste of his cum after he  leaves the room. I want to feast on it.         

     



 

"Go on, Pamona. You can give in, just a little. Unless you're scared. Do  you think tasting me will make you want me too much? Afraid you'll beg  me to fuck you if you do?"

Hell no. Two can play this game. I can suck him off without asking him to take my virginity.

I fall to my knees in front of him, and he laughs, guiding the head of his cock to my lips.

"I knew you were dirty for a virgin."

In response, I lick along the side of his cock, slow and sure.

He inhales sharply, his hand fisting in my hair, tight enough to bring  tears to my eyes. I grin. It's good to know that I can have just as much  of an effect on him as he does on me. Time to put that to good use.

I lift one hand to circle it around the base of his cock, and lick him slowly, my tongue exploring every side of him.

"Are you sure this is your first time?" he asks thickly, and I shoot him  a narrowed glare. He just laughs and runs his hands through my hair.  "You're a naturally dirty girl, that's all I'm saying."

But after a few minutes of licking him, I'm not quite sure what to do  next. I know I need to take him into my mouth, but he's so thick, so  long …  How will I breathe?

He senses my hesitation and leans down, cupping my chin for a moment  until I look up at him. "Relax," he says, those ice blue eyes locked  onto mine, commanding. "Open your mouth."

I part my lips wide. He rests his cock on my lips for a second, gazing  down into my eyes. Then he eases into my mouth, slowly thrusting  forward. I wrap my lips around his cock and marvel at the sensation of  him gliding along my tongue.

But he goes farther, farther, and my eyes get wider, my breath hitching with nerves.

His hand clenches in my hair again. "Relax," he repeats.

I force myself to take a deep breath and release my jaw. He thrusts  against me, rocking back and forth, each thrust bringing him deeper into  my mouth. Eventually, the tip of his cock brushes the back of my  throat, and for a moment I tense, tears stinging my eyes, my body  clenching as it yearns to gag. I choke a little, and blink up at him,  nervous.

He just laughs again, catching my eye. "Don't be scared to make noise, little virgin. It's hot, hearing you gag on my cock."

I swallow, and he tenses in my mouth, his body stiffening at the sensation of my tongue against the underside.

"I didn't realize this would be so easy." His laugh reverberates through  my body. "We'll be done in no time at this rate. Admit it, Pamona, you  want me."

Part of me thrills at hearing him talk like that. Like he already  possesses me. But more of me-the sensible half of my brain-rebels. No.  Still, I cannot get enough of him, now that I've tasted him. I lick at  the vein that runs along his cock, and we find our rhythm together, him  thrusting into me, me licking and sucking as he does. His hands tighten  in my hair, and I wrap mine around his waist, grabbing his muscular,  firm ass to pull him farther into my mouth as I start to adjust to the  sensation, to his size and flavor.

I want more.

"I'm going to come in your throat," Farrow growls, thrusting against me  faster. "You're going to swallow my cum and love every drop."

I moan around him-yes-and that only makes him growl deeper, fuck my face harder.

He finishes with a guttural sound, half moan and half roar, and buries  his cock in my mouth, up to my throat. I choke against him for a second,  adjusting, but I love the feeling, and the flavor of his cum coating my  tongue, my throat, my mouth. When he pulls out, he holds his cock in  front of me, hands still pinning my head in place.

"Lick me clean," he orders, and I do. I run my tongue along his length, lapping up every drop of his cum.

When I finish, he grips my shoulders and pulls me up beside him,  standing. I'm shaky, unbalanced, but when I go to lean on him, I notice  he's quivering a little too. The second he sees me spot that, however,  he stops and holds himself stiff and steady as he tucks himself back  into his jeans.

"That was your first blowjob, wasn't it?" he asks again, and I flush.

"Of course," I reply, frowning at him. "Hell, I've never even kissed  anyone before." I laugh a little. "Funny I wound up giving a blowjob  before a kiss."         

     



 

In response, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him.  Before I realize what's happening, his lips crash into mine. I kiss him  back, hard, tasting myself on his lips, just as I'm sure he can taste  himself on mine. Our mouths part, and his tongue invades, intertwining  with mine, claiming it the way he's claimed so much of me already.