Sarah's Chase(4)
She heard the sound of a zipper, and she hoped it meant he was getting naked and he would soon be fucking her.
He cleared his throat. “I need to come before I can properly fuck you. I am going to help you off the table now. I like a woman on her knees as she sucks me.”
He took her hand and helped her off the table. She went right down to her knees.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours.”
She did as he said. At first, he let the tip play with her opened mouth. She felt liquid being rubbed around her lips. Her nipples hardened as her arousal intensified by just this act. How could something like this be turning her on?
His dick began to enter her mouth. Closing her lips around it, she moaned. He was thick and as he kept pushing toward her throat, she couldn’t believe the length. If only she could see it. His fingers tangled into her hair and she braced herself for what was to come.
As her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft, he gyrated into her mouth. His rhythm was quick and with each pump he managed to get farther down her throat. She had no time to gag; all she could do was take it. And good god, she liked his entire cock filling her mouth and throat. Her pussy throbbed and begged to be touched.
“Your mouth feels so damn good. You take my cock like a champ. I’m about to come and you’ll swallow every drop of it.”
He tightened his grip in her hair and his release shot out, hitting the back of her throat. She slightly gagged but swallowed, letting her throat muscles fully milk his shaft.
Once she had swallowed everything he had to offer, he removed himself from her mouth and she waited on what was next.
“You really know how to suck a cock,” he said.
He pulled her to a standing position and removed the tank top from her eyes. Chase was as naked as she, and Sarah let her eyes drift up and down his body. The man was firm and her mouth watered to taste every inch of his tanned body.
Taking her hand into his, he said, “I want to talk to you a moment, so you may speak. Did you enjoy what we just did?”
“Yes. It was really nice.”
“Was I too rough with you?”
“No.” She giggled slightly.
“There’s just something about you, Sarah, that makes this need come out of me. When I look at you, I want to dominate you—sexually. And it feels like you want me to. How was your sex life in the past? Did you often let your ex-husbands take control?”
What a personal question. Should she answer this?
“You can trust me,” he reassured her.
“They never told me what to do. But I usually just followed their lead. I never got forceful, and they never did either. Maybe that’s where things went wrong.”
Chase brushed her hair from her face. “I think the problem was that they couldn’t satisfy you and were too weak to know what you needed. You need someone to take control of your pleasure. Two subs in a bed will never leave anyone satisfied. Tell me what this does to you when I say it.” He paused a moment and then added, “Turn around, lean over the table, and spread your legs.”
She stood there and hesitated. Was she supposed to do what he said? A part of her wanted to do just what he said and see what else he had in store for her.
“Well, how did it make you feel?” he asked.
“Excited and curious.”
Chase smiled, leaned forward and let his lips trail kisses on her neck. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Do you know what I want to do after I get you to lean over that table?” he whispered into her ear.
She shook her head.
“I want to spank you.”
Her eyes widened. Spank me? She wasn’t so sure about that. Being struck didn’t sound like something she was at all interested in doing. She pulled back from his grip and stared into his eyes. He smiled at her.
“Does that scare you? I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”
Did she know that? No. She barely knew this man, and he was here telling her he wanted to spank her and that she was a sub. Sarah was almost certain she had bitten off more then she could chew.
“I think we should stop,” she said.
Chase looked confused, but took a step back. “If that’s what you want, then we will. I’ll never force you to do anything that you don’t want to.”
Sarah watched as he put his clothes back on, but she stood frozen, not even caring that she was still naked. Once he was dressed, he walked toward her.
“I like you, Sarah, and I would really like to continue what we’ve started. But I respect your decision. If you change your mind and want to see where this could go between us, call me. I’m in the neighborhood phone book.” Leaning toward her ear, he whispered, “I hope you call.”