Undersold(53)

“Yes,” I said quietly, as pleasure filled me.

“Do you like that I’m watching you touch yourself?”

“Yes,” I whispered again. He started to unbuckle his belt, and waves of desire hit me. I was starving for him. It felt like I hadn’t touched him in years, and I needed his muscles pressed up against me. But the way he was making me touch myself while he watched and undressed was only heightening my arousal. I was soaked through and throbbing.

He undid his belt, and pulled his pants down. I could see the outline of his huge cock, hard and straining against his black cotton boxer briefs. He folded his pants and placed them on top of his shirt. I continued rubbing myself, my fingers soaking wet, and I let out small moans.

He moved over to the side of the bed and looked down at me.

“I want you to ask me nicely,” he instructed.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Not good enough.”

I let out a deep moan. “Please, I need your cock, I need your body,” I said more loudly.

He slid his underwear off, and his cock was a rock between us. I stopped rubbing myself and reached for him. I was starving for him, and took the tip into my mouth. I sucked him hard, and he let out a satisfied grunt.

“Good, now take as much as you can.”

I slid his cock into my mouth and throat and felt myself gag. I pulled back then pressed forward again, taking as much of him as I could. I tasted his juice and his body and I was starving for more. I needed every inch, and I reached up with my left hand to stroke his shaft behind my lips. He reached his hands behind my head and grabbed onto my hair, and directed me along his shaft. I felt the wetness between my legs double as the pain of my pulled hair mixed with the deep need for his body. I wanted him to control me, to take me and own me. I wanted to make his body glow with pleasure. He held onto my hair and slowly moved his cock in and out of my mouth, making wet sounds as my lips moved around him, and I moaned. I loved that he was fucking my mouth, and using me however he wanted.

He released my hair and I pulled my head back, releasing his cock with a pop and trailing saliva from my tongue to the tip of his cock. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me. When he pulled back, he took my shoulders and pushed me backward. I laid sprawled on the bed as he moved himself between my legs. One second he was a pressure above me and an absence inside of me, and the next I was completely full of him, his body warm and rough against me, his cock deep inside my cleft, filling me with his girth and his strength.

“You’re mine now,” he said into my ear, and thrust deep inside me. I dug my fingers into his back as my body tightened with pleasure. He grunted as he filled me, and I felt waves of joy run through my body. He grabbed my hair and thrust harder and deeper and I moaned loudly, unable to control myself.

“I’m yours now, Mr. Green,” I whispered back, and felt his thrusts increase. His full lips grazed my neck and my cheek and found my mouth, and our lips and tongues met with force and hunger. We kissed and sucked each other’s lips as he filled me deeply, his strong arms wrapped around my body. He reached back with his right hand and took my arms and placed them above my head. He rolled back onto his knees, my legs on his shoulders, and fucked me hard. I grabbed onto the headboard as he thrust into me, his muscled body rippling with effort and sweat.

I could feel myself losing whatever used to hold me back. The block of self-doubt that lodged itself inside my chest began to dissolve as he moved inside me, and took me as his own. Now that he knew I was his body and soul, there was no more room for doubt and confusion.

I felt his right hand run down my neck and breasts, and grab onto my hip. He adjusted himself and my legs, and I felt him thrust deeper into my cleft. Waves of pleasure wracked my body, and as he thrust into me, I felt an orgasm begin to build inside. Shane was fucking me on my childhood bed, filling me deep, and all I wanted was more as the pressure kept building.

“Do you want to come for me?” he whispered, sensing my pleasure.

“Please, yes,” I said.

“I want to hear you beg for it,” he said.

“Please make me come, please let me come, please Mr. Green.” His thrusts increased, and waves moved through me.

“You have my permission,” he said.

He pushed harder and deeper into me, and my body began to stiffen, my head thrown back and moans escaped my lips. He grunted as his pace increased, and the orgasm began to explore across my body. I convulsed and shivered as I released every ounce of tension onto his perfect body. Every muscle inside of me tightened then loosened at once, and as his body stiffened against mine and he groaned, I could feel myself loose every bit of anxiety I’d felt in the past week. He tensed, and I felt him come inside me, filling me with his hot seed, and I bucked my hips against him to take every ounce, greedy for more and more. We ground our bodies together slowly as our orgasms faded into nothing.