Hansel 1(18)

I slide my tongue between her lips, flicking hard from her core up to her clit. A little gasp escapes her mouth. Her hips buck off the bed.

“That’s right.” I press a chuckle against her plump pussy and stretch my tongue out, delving inside, parting her gently. I point the tip of my tongue and tease her up and down, stopping sometimes at her center, where I plug her sweet entrance, then drag my tongue back up, so I can skate around her clit.

Her hands reach up and grab my shoulders; one of her fingers catches a sore spot, and I have to swallow back a moan. I didn’t tell her she could touch me. She should be punished.

I flick my tongue over her clit, and she moans, jumping so high, her entire body lifts off the bed.

I roll my tongue around her swollen clit, then down, then up. She’s panting hard. I grin.

“How does this feel?”

I lick my finger, then position it at her center, and she moans a little as I sink inside her. “Good,” she whispers. “Really good.”

I slide my finger out and tell her, “Put yours in. Finger yourself while I decide what to do with you.”

I watch her sink her pointer finger partway into her cunt. Her movements are sparse, adept. As her finger pushes in a little deeper, she leans her head back and her lips part just a little.

And all of a sudden, I have to have those pretty lips around my cock.

I sit up on my knees. “Get up,” I tell her.

She eases her finger out of herself and sits before me like a beautiful, obedient bitch.

“I want you to blow me,” I tell her, stroking my hard cock. “I’ll give you instructions if you need them.”

She leans over slowly, taking my throbbing head into her mouth, and I assign her extra points for not asking about a condom. She trusts me to be clean. That’s good.

She opens wide to take me deeper, and I rock my hips a little, forcing her to take in three-fourths of me. She pauses when my head brushes the back of her throat, but then I feel her swallow around me.

Holy fuck; she’s swallowed all of me. Her eyes rise up to mine, and I nearly spill into her throat right then.

She sucks her cheeks in around me, and I moan. “Good girl.” I stroke my hand over her head, and, with her cheeks still pressed against me and her lips drawn tight around my base, she moves her head and starts to suck me off.

After only a few times in and out, I’m aching.

Usually, I give them orders, but she has such pretty hands; I want to touch them. I grab her free hand from where it rests on my duvet and press her palm against my sac, curling her fingers around the top of it, just underneath my shaft.

“Squeeze me—hard, right here.”

Her fingers tighten around me. I thrust my cock into her throat. “Tighter,” I groan.

She tightens her grip on me almost imperceptibly, and my cockhead throbs with so much force, it’s almost painful.

Not enough!

“Harder,” I growl.

She squeezes my sac a little harder but it isn’t hard enough.

I bring my hand down over hers and press her fingers into me. “I want you to squeeze,” I tell her. “Pull down and squeeze me like you mean it.”

Her hand, around my ball sac, loosens, and I want to scream as she eases my cock out of her mouth. “That will hurt,” she whispers.

“Put my cock back in your mouth. And consider it an order.” I stroke my finger over her chin and then come up to clamp my hand onto her shoulder.

She squeezes hard enough to make me gasp, gobbling my dick back down her throat.

“Make it hurt,” I order.

She eases my cock out of her mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, stroking her hand up and down me. “Why do you want me to?”

“No questions.”

“You pay the other girls to hurt you?” She twirls her tongue around my shaft and head.

“Not paid,” I manage as my palm cups her head, her silky hair sliding against my palm. “Is that why you want to do this?” I frown. “For a fucking check?”

“You have a foul mouth,” she tells me as she licks me like a lollipop. Below my cock, her hand cups my balls; she rolls my testicles around inside her warm palm.

It feels good—really fucking good—but without the pain, my chest starts getting tight.

“For this to work, you’ve got to squeeze,” I order.

I try to think past the lust that’s lighting up my veins and run my hand through her hair. I inhale deeply, focused on the pain I know is coming, and the pleasure. She lifts her mouth off me, leaving my cock cold and damp.

My jaw drops open, and I actually laugh. “Are you even a submissive?”

“I’m not sure.” Her mouth draws up, as if it’s really troubling.