Buy Me, Sir(33)

"I want to see everything," she whispers.

"Everything?"

She nods. "You brought that stuff here for a reason, right?"

"Peculiar tastes, like I said. You've already sampled some of them."

"So show me the others." She murmurs as I palm her sweet little breast,  pressing her hips to mine and pinning my cock to her soft belly.

"On the bed," I tell her, and she lets me go.

Her smile is beautiful as she climbs up and waits for me.

I slip the crystal safely into my jacket pocket before I join her.





Chapter Twenty-Two





Melissa



I watch him as he slips the crystal into his jacket pocket, and my heart swells.

He likes it. He really likes it.

And my body really likes him.

My skin is shivery and sensitive, my belly a knot of butterflies as he  heads over with the case in his hands. It pains me that he believes I'm  here for money, but that doesn't seem to bother him, doesn't stop his  eyes burning into mine as he climbs up onto the bed beside me.

I inch towards him, desperate for contact, and he runs his fingers down  my ribs. They tickle my belly on their way between my thighs. I open  wide for him.

"Are you sore?"

"Not too much." I flinch as he slides two fingers inside.

"I think that sweet little cunt's had enough this evening."

The disappointment pangs. "But I'm fine … " I insist.

He dangles a string of purple beads over my face. "No need to worry,  Amy, I have many interests. Pussy is just one of them." He trails the  beads down my body and the bumps tease my nipples. "I need you to hold  your knees up for me, nice and high." I do as he asks without  hesitation, and he lowers himself down the bed.

I'm nervous. My mouth dry as he taps the beads against my pussy. They're  rubbery, heavier than they felt on the rest of me. His fingers splay my  pussy and I suck in breath, hoping I'm not still bleeding. I gasp as  his tongue flicks against my clit, moan as he sweeps all the way down.  He digs inside, and then he sucks. He sucks my pussy and it feels so  good my feet twitch.

And then he licks my ass, circling his tongue and it makes me squirm, makes me quiver as the tip pushes inside.

"Take a breath," he tells me, and I do.

I hear him spit on his fingers, craning my neck to see. His dark eyes  are fixed between my legs, a look of concentration as he pushes one long  finger inside.

It's uncomfortable but nice and I can't think straight, can't tear my eyes from the way he's staring at me.

"I think your sweet little virgin ass may be even tighter than your  pussy." His voice is deep velvet, his words sound so dirty. "We'll find  out."

He wriggles his finger and I moan and throw my head back. He slides it in and out and I'm his forever.

"That's so nice … " I whisper, and it is. It's really nice, even though it feels like I might need to go back to the bathroom.

I feel raw and open as he takes his finger away. I smile as I hear him  spit again. It lands right on my asshole and my pussy tingles in  response. I couldn't imagine a man like Alexander Henley spitting before  tonight, but I love it. I really love how dirty he is.

The first bead is small, I feel the ridge sink in, and the next after.  The third feels bigger, a bit of resistance before my ass lets it in. I  hold my knees, grit my teeth as he pushes the next inside.

"Good girl," he says. "Relax."

I try. I try really hard.

"And easy does it," he says as he pushes hard on the next.

I grunt as it plops in. He follows it up with another and it makes me hiss.

"That's good," he tells me. "And again."

This one burns and fills me up. My toes curl.

"Last one," he whispers, and his thumb strokes over my clit. I clench my  ass around the beads, and he likes that, I hear him moan as his tongue  digs around the spot. It's still there when I feel the final bead  against my ass. It's tight. So tight.

"Yes … " I hiss, and he pushes it in.

"You know what pleases me as much as filling up someone's ass?" he asks,  and I'm sure he doesn't want an answer, but I meet his eyes anyway.  "Emptying it again," he tells me, and then he yanks on the end.         

     



 

The beads tug out in one long bumpy motion.

I arch my back, my knees dithering in mid-air as I groan. My breath is  ragged, embarrassment burning at the sure belief I've just added worse  stains to the ones I made earlier. I hitch myself onto my elbows to see,  but if I really have made a mess he doesn't care. He lines the beads  back up at my clenched ass, tells me to lie down as he does it again.

They go in easier this time.

They come out harder.

In and out. Burning. Filling me up.

I'm a grunting, wriggling mess, unable to control my spasming asshole.

I'm not prepared when he slides two fingers in, completely at his mercy when he circles them deep inside.

"Tight," he says. "Beautifully tight, but we'll remedy that."

"Please … "

He laughs so quietly. "I think we've found ourselves a dirty little girl."

He pulls something else from the case, but I don't see it. It's between  my legs before I can tell what it is. I feel it, though. Feel the hard  ridge of it pushing inside.

"Don't fight it," he tells me.

I won't. I won't fight it. I hold my knees high and spread wide, smiling down at him as his eyes scorch mine.

The cry from my mouth as he shunts it in surprises me, and that makes me  giggle. He taps the base of whatever it is and it makes a funny  slapping noise. I feel the vibrations right the way through me.

"A pretty little plug for a pretty little asshole," he says. "Now we just need to give it a while."

"A while?" I ask.

"A little while and that little hole of yours is going to be begging for  cock." He smirks, and my tummy flutters. "Let's see what other delights  we can discover."

I'm still holding my knees as he comes to my side. Still holding them  high as he tilts my face to his and flicks his tongue across my lips. He  pulls away as my mouth opens for him.

"You're a dirty little thing," he rasps. "Open wide." I open wide and he  slides two fingers right to the back of my throat. I retch but he  pushes them deeper. "Swallow," he says, but I can't. I retch again and  he pulls them out, complete with a long string of spit. My ass tightens  and whatever's in there makes me tingle.

"Sorry, sir," I splutter.

"No need for apologies," he says, and his fingers are ready again. I  open my mouth without being asked, fight the urge to cough as his  fingers push right back there. "Suck," he whispers. "Suck and swallow."

I suck. I suck as hard as I can, and he likes that, he presses his hard cock against my hip.

"Swallow," he insists, and I do. I swallow and his fingers are right  there. It makes my eyes water. And then I retch again, harder this time.  My mouth fills up with spit, so wet as he pulls his fingers free.

He kisses me before I've caught my breath, his tongue pushing deep as I splutter, and the kiss is wet, it's so wet.

"Now for my next trick," he whispers. "Time to fuck that pretty little virgin throat."

He shunts up the bed and rolls me towards him. His cock slaps against my  cheek, and he takes my hair, angling me just right for his cock to  press against my lips. I open right up, stick my tongue out as he pushes  inside.

His cock tastes beautiful, so musky I just want to suck on it hard. The  head strains my jaw as it pushes past my teeth. He moves, fast, and I'm  like a ragdoll, gagging and choking as he fucks my face. My eyes are  streaming, my hands gripping my knees so tight to my chest.

"That's right," he growls. "Don't fight it."

I won't fight it, not ever. I grunt around his dick as his fingers find  my clit, and he rubs me so hard, so fast, making me gurgle wet noises.

I let myself go for him, giving him my throat like the dirty girl he wants me to be.

The dirty girl he needs.

I open my eyes wide, caring little for the tears rolling down my face.  He looks divine from this angle, the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the  crease of his throat as he stares down at me.

"Fuck," he growls. "Your tight little throat is going to empty me."

His fingers make me buck, make me squirm, make me clench around that hard toy in my asshole.

There's a warmth as he groans and thrusts deep, a saltiness at the back  of my throat as he comes in my mouth. I fight the urge to retch with  everything I've got, and that's good, because he's watching, he watches  like a hawk as he pulls free.

"Swallow," he says, and I do.

I must look a mess underneath him, still squirming against his fingers  as he pinches at my clit. My hair feels sticky, my skin clammy, my  breath wild as I look up at the man who obsesses me.         

     



 

He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

He takes his time, staring down at me as his fingers work. He's steady,  concentrated, his movements so skilled as my breathing quickens.

"That's good," he encourages. "Good girl."