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By:Ja Huss


She hums out a laugh and it excites me even more. I place my hand on the back of her head and push her forward. She gasps for breath and I ease up and let her take in some air. She does, adjusting to my silent demands. She doesn’t take me deep, she obviously can’t, so I let her do it her way and just enjoy the soft sucking, the lap of her tongue along my shaft when she pulls back, and then the teasing dance her tongue performs on the tip of my cock.

I’ve had girls who can take my cock all the way to my balls, but Grace’s mouth makes me feel like I’m being worshiped. She wants to please me and I want to please her, so I grab her hair roughly and pull her head back. She gasps, saliva dripping out of her mouth as she looks up at me and waits for my decision.

“Stand up.”

She stands, never taking her eyes off me.

I pull her by the hair and take her over to a tree. She’s holding up her bikini bottoms with her fingertips, desperately trying to keep them from falling. I push her face first into the trunk. “Put your hands above your head and don’t move.” I wish I’d come better prepared—I’d tie her hands to the nearest bough and force her into a new limit. I realize I want to do this so she’ll talk to me about it. So we can discuss how far I can go with the rope. Has conversation always been this erotic to me? Have I ever talked to the subs about it before?

Later, Asher.

I reach around and grab her breasts. They are not huge, but they are not small either. They fill my large hands and I squeeze them until she whimpers, then squeeze harder until she squeals. “Shhh, girl. The people are nearby. If you want to remain hidden, you’ll be quiet.” She is immediately silent. One hand dips down between her legs to assess her level of excitement. She’s practically dripping. “You do realize now that I know your aversion to public fucking, we will absolutely be doing it in public every chance we get?”

“Yes, Master,” she says obediently.

I want to ask her how real that is, but not now. Later. It will be a fun conversation for later.

I push my dick against her ass and she tenses up. I’m not going to fuck her in the ass now, there’s no way she can stay quiet through that. But I want her to wonder. I want to see if she’ll stop me.

My fingers drag her own wetness back to her asshole and I rub my tip of my cock back and forth against her clenched pucker. “Relax,” I whisper into her neck. “Trust me.”

It takes her almost a minute of this ass play before she relaxes and that’s when I slip my dick right up into her slick pussy.

“Ohh.” She starts moaning, but I cup a hand over her mouth and look through the trees to see if anyone heard her. I’m not against public fucking, but the weekend of my sister’s wedding is really not the time or place. “Quiet, girl. You’re calling attention to our erotic tryst.” I pump into her slowly. In, as far in as I can go, then out. Withdrawing so slowly she gets impatient and tries to push back against me to make me pick up the pace. I pinch her nipple for that. “You don’t get to decide how fast I fuck you, girl. You only get to accept my decisions or tell me to stop. That’s it.”

“I want to come,” she whispers in her ragged breath. “Please, please, please. I really want to come.”

“I want you to come, Grace.” I wince at the name mixup. I don’t want to confuse her. “Girl,” I correct myself. “I want you to come, but I want to come first and I want to come inside you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she pants out.

I take that as permission. She barely has the words out before I let go. My release pulses through my cock, spilling inside her as she tries to stop her moaning, but fails completely. I cup my hand over her mouth and her hot breath only makes me groan with her. I want to come in her mouth so bad. But not yet. If she’s never done it, it needs to be something special.

The last lingering spasms finish and I remove my hand from her mouth. “Your turn now, Grace. Lie down on the ground and open your legs.”





Chapter Sixteen



#WinningIsntAlwaysWinning



HE’S called me Grace several times now when he should be calling me girl. But I’ll think about that later. Right now, I’m eager to experience what he has planned.

A crack of thunder booms out over my head and scares the shit out of me, but Vaughn’s reassuring hand comes down on my bare shoulder.

“Mmmm, I hadn’t thought about what kind of fun we could have in the rain,” he says in that deep, throaty master voice that makes my pussy clench with desire. And just as I look up to assess the weather, the drops start falling. I make a break for it, but Vaughn catches me by the waist and leans down into my neck to whisper, “Water won’t kill you, Grace. Do as I say.”