It’s hard to reply with his cock in my mouth, but I manage an uh-uh, my voice muffled. He inhales sharply as the vibrations around his cock send shocks along his nerve system, and I make a mental note of that for later.
“Do you want to?”
Mmhmm, I agree, making sure to let the sound last, my mouth buzzing around his shaft. His cock jumps in my mouth, and I press my tongue along the underside of his shaft to keep up the pressure.
“Relax your jaw.”
I do as I’m told, at least as much as I can. He presses forward, and I reach around to grab his ass with one hand, holding on as his cock slides toward the back of my tongue. My body tenses, and I feel my gag reflex start to kick in, but Grant is slow, patient. He draws back a little.
“Really relax, Sasha. Give me control.”
I try to do that. This time, when he presses forward again, I take him deeper, deeper than I’ve ever been able to take any guy before. I let my jaw go limp, surrender control to Grant, to the taste of his big cock in my mouth, the feel of him filling me up. He hits the back of my throat, and I reach up to grab his ass with both hands, taking a deep breath before he presses down, into my throat. My lips almost touch his base, and he’s as far down my throat as he can go, his head falling back, his teeth gritted.
“Fuck, Sasha,” he hisses, and my stomach tightens at that sound, the sound of him lost in pleasure—because of me.
He draws back again, and I breathe in deep as soon as I can, his cock wet from my throat and tongue. I circle my tongue against his underside as he pulls out of my mouth, then slowly back in.
I can’t get enough of this. Looking up at him and catching him watching me hungry, gaze hooded, his cock at attention in my mouth, his whole body taut with tension as he starts to rock back and forth, his hands tightening in my hair.
I can tell he’s getting close as his muscles tense, and I lean into his motions, tightening my mouth around him, eager to make him lose control the way he makes me. A low groan escapes his mouth, and I moan in response, loving how he tenses, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth.
But just when he’s about to finish, he presses his palm against my forehead, halting me in place. “Not yet, Sasha.” There’s a strain in his voice—it’s taking him effort not to let me finish. I stop moving, but I keep pressing my tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins with the tip of my tongue. He inhales again, sharper.
“I want to enjoy you for longer,” he murmurs, slowly drawing out of my mouth. When his cock passes my lips, I let out a soft sigh of protest, and he chuckles. “Eager to finish already?”
I shake my head, meeting his gaze. “I want to taste you.”
He raises an eyebrow, pointed.
I swallow, catching his meaning. “I mean, I want to taste you… Master.”
He grins. “Maybe I’ll reward you after this with a taste of my cum. Would you like that, City Girl?”
“Yes, Master,” I reply, not even hesitating this time, getting into character. There’s something thrilling about this, about submitting.
His smile widens and he steps back. “Stand up.”
I push myself to my feet, eyes still on his body, his cock at attention between us, demanding all of my attention.
“Take off your dress.” I reach for the hem, but he stops me with a lifted palm. “Slowly.”
So I lock eyes with him and take my time, sliding my dress up inch by inch, revealing more skin tantalizingly slowly. I step closer to him, making sure to lean into my step, sway my hips, and his gaze drops to them obediently, his eyes lingering on my curves with clear appreciation.
I drop my dress beside us, standing just an inch from his chest.
He raises his brows. “Now your bra.”
I reach behind me with one hand to unclasp it, and let it inch down my arms until my breasts fall free. I love the way his eyes darken with hunger, focused on my chest.
He steps closer and lifts his hands to cup my hips gently, his skin white-hot against mine, his palms rough and calloused as they tug me against him. His cock digs into my stomach as he pulls me against his body, and slides his hands down, down, to the edges of my panties, where he hooks both thumbs under the sides.
“These I want to remove myself,” he murmurs, face bent to inches from mine.
I tilt my head back to meet his eye, and he leans down to kiss me, hard. My lips part with surprise, and his tongue slides between them, tangling with mine, hungry, searching. I lift my arms, wrap them around his neck and sink into the kiss, letting him taste me, claim me, as he pushes my panties down my thighs. When they reach my knees, they drop to the floor, and I step out of them, still kissing him, as he pulls me backwards, lifting me up easily and walking us toward the bed.
When we reach it, he stops and sets me on my feet again, my heart still pounding from the close contact with his bare skin, the press of his cock along the smooth skin of my stomach.
“Turn around,” he murmurs, and I suppress a little shiver of excitement and do as I’m told.
He wraps something soft around my face, blocking my sight. His shirt, I realize, as he ties it behind my head, blindfolding me. His hands slide down my back, caressing me, reaching down to cup my ass and squeeze gently, massaging my cheeks as he stands behind me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.
“Climb onto the bed, Sasha,” he says.
I drop forward onto my knees, and crawl a few paces along the bed, until I’m kneeling facing away from him. I feel the weight of the mattress shift under me as he climbs on behind me and positions himself at my rear, his hands still on my ass, as though he can’t get enough of me, can’t stop touching me.
I fucking love that.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Sasha,” he murmurs, even as he traces his cock along the backs of my thighs, then between my legs, with slow strokes, letting me feel every inch of him, the velvety smooth skin over his hard shaft turning me on.
“Please fucking do,” I manage to say, distracted as I am. Then I lick my lips, turn my head a little so he can see me smile, and add in my best sultry tone, “Master.”
“You like that, don’t you?” I can hear the answering grin in his voice. “You like submitting to me. Knowing that you’re mine. Knowing I’m going to do what I want with you.”
“I do, Master.”
“Good. Because I intend to keep having my way with you, Sasha.” He presses his cock between my thighs, right along the length of my slit. I’m soaked already, and he chuckles a little as he notices this, sliding his cock back and forth along my slit to coat himself in my juices. “I’m going to have my way with you for a long, long time.”
I spread my legs a little to grant him better access, breath coming hard and fast, my heart racing. But he keeps going slow, so slow it’s agonizing, almost torture—he takes his time parting my ass cheeks with his hands, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, and tracing his cock along my lips, one after the other.
“Fuck,” I hiss, when he’s still teasing me far too long later.
He laughs again. “Anxious, little slave?”
“Fuck yes I am.” I bite my lip, frustrated.
“You want me to fuck you properly now?” He slides a hand between my legs and fingers my clit, rolling it gently between his thumb and his forefinger, adding just enough pressure to set off fireworks in my veins.
I can only nod.
Without warning, he thrusts his cock into me, deep and fast. I cry out with pleasure, feeling him stretch my walls, fill me completely. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against him, his cock spearing deep into my pussy.
I fall forward, my forehead pressed into the bed as he draws back out of me, then thrusts back in, faster this time. This angle makes his cock feel like it’s even bigger, pushing in deeper. I’ve never felt so full before, and it’s driving me wild. I try to thrust back against him, but Grant holds my hips tight, pinning me in place as he starts to rock back and forth, building momentum.
“You like that? You like my fat cock inside your pussy?”
I moan with want, bucking against him as he starts to fuck me faster.
“Tell me how much you like my cock inside you, Sasha. Tell me what it feels like.”
I bite my lip to draw my brain back into itself, because otherwise it’s too hard to get lost in the sensation. Still, forming words is difficult when he’s doing this to me, making me crazy with lust. I swallow hard and force myself to think around the swell of pleasure growing deep in my belly. “It… feels like you fill every inch of me,” I manage, my breath coming harder, faster, as he continues to fuck me. “Your cock is so fucking big and hard and… fuck,” I cry out as he thrusts into me again, his balls slapping against my clit at this angle. “I love feeling you inside me, stretching me out, making me ache with want. I love it when you come in me.”
“You like that? You like when I pump my cum into your tight little pussy, fill you with my seed?”
I moan again. “Fuck yes I do.”
He laughs once, softly, and slows in his pounding for a moment, hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts, his thumb and forefinger teasing at my hardened nipples. Rolling them until I gasp from the sensation. “I thought you wanted me to come in your mouth this time, City Girl. You’re going to have to make up your mind.”