Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(8)

Until, after what seemed like only a few short seconds later, she found her hands hauled rudely away from the source of her impending orgasm.

“Ohhhhh, really?” she groaned, her hips arching, trying to follow her fingers but they were wrenched away too quickly.

“Hands at your sides.” His orders were firm and soft. He still claimed her, still filled her almost uncomfortably, drawing a long, low moan from her as he began to move his fingers within her, fucking her with hard, deliberately unpredictable thrusts that didn’t follow any kind of rhythm so that she couldn’t build towards any kind of resolution.

She certainly was vocal, and he liked that in a woman – whether she was being punished or pleasured, he liked to hear her reactions – within reason, of course.

His hand on her lower stomach kept her in place as he continued to drive his hand up inside her, twisting and drilling his way to the very top of her little cunny, then out again. Rod was of a mind to add a third finger, but then he decided against it, wanting to save that for another time.

Instead, he let go of her, removing his fingers unceremoniously, leaving her aching for his presence within her to such an extent that Sunny had to concentrate to curb the impulse to grab his hand and stuff it back into her crotch.

“Undress me.”

Surprising him by not hesitating in the least, she took his golf shirt off over his head, folding it neatly and putting it on the coffee table, then turning back to realize that there was only the lower – most interesting and private – part of him left. As eager as she had been to get to that broad chest, the reality of what she was expected to do next was nothing if not daunting. Not wanting him to see just how unnerved she was, Sunny put on a brave face and reached for his belt buckle.

Rod crossed his arms over his well muscled, very lightly hairy chest, avidly following her every move and offering absolutely no assistance or even guidance.

The belt and the jeans were easily loosened, but then she realized that she was probably going to have to get on her knees to remove them, and a large part of her balked at the pure subservience of that position.

She knew that it was what she must do, so she somehow managed to ignore the protestations of her thoroughly liberated mind and sank gracefully to her knees, reaching up to tug his pants and underwear down to his ankles, then holding them there as he stepped out. She stood and again arranged everything in an organized pile, and when she turned back, he handed her his shoes and socks.

Taking her place again at his quiet direction, kneeling before him, which she found was bearable only if she didn’t think about it, Sunny did her level best not to look at that which was most prominent about him and closest to her – his long, thick, gorgeous cock, the bulbous head of which was already glistening with pre cum.

She was near enough that he could merely reach out, cup the back of her head and her lips to his erection, which was exactly what he did. No words, no orders, no commands, just pure expectation.

And Sunny was determined not to disappoint, letting him guide the heavy head into her mouth, then taking things over from there, slickening him all the way down until her nose met his tummy, then laving him with her tongue all the way back out, swirling it around the top and bottom of the tip, then back down, all the way in and all the way out again, sucking gently at first then more avidly. She didn’t forget the very sensitive rest of him, either, capturing each of his balls in her warm wet mouth and tugging very gently, rolling them a bit with her tongue, but always careful.

It was that impressive cock that had the majority of her attention, and she threw herself into trying to bring him off, wanting to impress him, cupping his sack as she rode her mouth up and down that length.

Long seconds later, though, before he moved her bodily away from him, detaching himself – however reluctantly – from her very talented lips before he lost all control – he took her by the upper arm to guide her only a few steps to the gaming table they had played at all night, then lifted her bodily onto the edge of it.

Sunny sat there, wallowing in the shame of knowing she was leaving a big, wet stain on the pristine table top, so much so that she apparently missed him telling her to lie back.

When his hand cracked against her breast, she gave him such a look of stark surprise that Rod almost laughed, as if that was something she’d never considered he do, but then he continued to swat them, hard enough to leave red angry fingerprints on her creamy flesh, until she realized what he’d told her to do and lay back, feeling the felt against her skin in an entirely different way from mere minutes ago.

Practically mindless with his need for her, Rod reached out and hauled her even closer to the edge of the table than she already was, then completely forsook the niceties and rammed into her, taking her in one tremendous stroke, forcing her legs apart as he lay half on top of her, thrusting rapidly and heavily in a manner he hadn’t since high school, his mind reduced to simply the need to possess, to claim.