“Oh, Mr. Pettifor,” I moan into his mouth.
He responds by kneeling in front me, turning me to face the mirror and lifting my dress. His movements are frantic as he rips my panties off, the fabric shredding under his strong hands. He forces my legs open and spreads my legs, burying his tongue in my ass.
“I want all of you, Bella, and since you didn’t let me spank this ass last night, I’m going to fuck it tonight,” he growls.
He’s never taken me this way, no man ever has, but tonight I won’t deny him. After all, this will be the last time we share this kind of closeness. He licks and sucks at my puckered entrance, and then slips a finger in, making me wince from the sudden intrusion. He moves it in and out slowly, loosening me up. I bend over and spread my legs further, giving myself over to him fully.
“Take me, Mr. Pettifor,” I pant.
He stands behind me and pushes the head of his dick into my tight canal and I whimper from the foreign sensation of being stretched in such an intimate and forbidden place.
“That’s it, Bella. Fuck this cock,” he breathes into my ear as he bites my lobe sharply. He grips my hips firmly and pulls me onto his shaft, forcing himself completely into me and filling me entirely. My knees start to buckle from the intensity of his momentum, but Mr. Pettifor wraps an arm around me and steadies me.
“You can take it,” he says tenderly. He pumps into me over and over, his slick cock easier to withstand with each thrust as my ass relaxes.
Watching the orgasmic look on his face in the mirror, I wonder what’s going through his brilliant mind.
“You look amazing being fucked like this. Your ass is perfect, Bella. My God, it’s absolutely flawless. You’re so tight. Why haven’t we done this before?” he grunts. “I love how you feel around me without a condom. It’s so different. Can you feel the difference?” he asks, looking excited.
“Yes, Sir, I can feel it. You feel so much warmer.”
“Yes, that’s it - the warmth. The heat of your core is unbelievable. Oh, shit…” he gets a pained look on his face and then rams into me one last time as his come jets into me.
He kneels in front of me again and turns me around, ready to finish me off. I let caution fly and fist his hair as he laps at me and tugs at my clit. To my surprise, he doesn’t resist. My legs began to quiver just before my release.
“Give it to me, Bella. I was denied breakfast, now I want my continental desert,” he chuckles against my pussy.
I can’t resist giggling at his raunchy sense of humor. Twice in one day I get to hear his laugh and my insides melt. He mumbles something unintelligible against my clit and the vibration sends me over the edge and I fall to my knees. Our moment of post coital bliss is interrupted by someone knocking on the bathroom door. We both promptly put ourselves together. Stepping out of the bathroom, we’re met by judging eyes and gasps.
Mr. Pettifor looks at me and smoothes my just-fucked hair for me and touches the tip of my nose gently.
“You should know, Mr. Pettifor, that was the first time I’ve been taken like that,” I confess.
He pauses and stares at me for a moment.
“I was your first anally?” he asks.
“Yes. You’ve been a lot of firsts for me,” I answer.
“Such as?”
“You gave me my first real job. You gave me my first real orgasm. I did my first strip tease for you…”
The corners of his mouth turn up as if he’s recalling the memory.
“… and you were the first man who made me feel cherished.”
From Becoming Sir
A First Time for Everything
“It’s a beautiful room, no?” Ciara asked as she brought over a tall, six panel privacy partition and set it up, blocking their view from the rest of the players.
Sawyer chuckled with casual amusement and shook his head. “Beautiful is an understatement; it’s more like magnificent and a bit frightening.”
“The same could be said about you, Master Morrison,” Ciara whispered, undressing and letting her gown pool at her feet.
Sawyer’s eyes lowered as did his voice when she crawled between his legs on all fours. “How am I frightening?”
She responded in a voice that was like velvet – soft and thick. “The power that you exude is fear-provoking. I’m not sure if you’re even aware of it, but you give off the most spellbinding dominant vibes I’ve ever been faced with. Perhaps it’s because it’s natural and not forced. Whatever the case may be, it’s alarming to think about what I would allow you to do to my body and mind if I were to give in to you.”
Ciara looked shocked when Sawyer’s eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling. He moved swiftly before she had a chance to process what was happening. Grabbing her around the waist with one hand and behind the neck with the other, he laid her body out beneath him and pinned her down on her back.