You Don't Own Me(174)

‘Mmmm…’

‘Then I think we came back and went to bed, right?’

‘No, you promised me a lay, opened your legs wide and passed out.’

‘I did?’

‘I want to claim my lay now.’

‘Well, you can’t. I have a splitting headache,’ I say, frowning and exaggerating my malaise.

‘I’ll be so gentle you won’t even notice I’m inside you.’

‘Yeah, right.’

‘I’ll start and if you notice that I’m fucking you, just tell me and I’ll stop.’

‘Do you even know how big your dick is?’

‘Yeah, but I’m working hard to ruin you. After me, baby, all other men are going to be like shoving pencils into your vagina.’

In spite of myself I have to giggle. ‘Can’t you take no for an answer even once?’

‘No.’

‘Ah,’ I exclaim and suddenly find the entire lot of Jaron Fucking Rose lying on top of me.

‘Fine,’ I say, determined that I will be such a wet blanket that he will not enjoy it either.

He grins, and sprinting off me energetically and extremely lightly starts by targeting the one place he has found on my body that makes it impossible for me to resist. My big toe.

‘Ahhhhh…’

He takes my big toe out of his mouth. ‘Can you feel me yet?’

‘No.’

He puts his mouth back on my toe and sucks gently. Oh! Heaven. His large hands start traveling along my calves. I must really like him, I’ve shaved my legs. A fact that he has noticed and seems to appreciate. One by one he does all the toes. I wriggle them in his mouth and he swirls his tongue around them. It makes my body arch with pleasure. He puts the right foot down and takes the big toe of the other foot into his mouth and gives that a good ole suck too. By this time I can feel the heat of watching him suck my toes in my groin. He starts kissing the inside of the soles of my feet.

‘Ah fuck… Jaron.’

‘Did you feel that?’

‘No.’

His mouth moves along the inside of my calves and sucks at the backs of my knees. My thighs start trembling. He moves up until he is so close to my throbbing core I feel his breath on me when he obsequiously tells me, ‘If I’m making your headache worse, just tell me.’

‘All is still good,’ I croak, my sex aching for release.

He licks at the slit and then opens the lips with his fingers and even widens the passage with his fingers, but he doesn’t hang around very long. Maybe he knows I won’t last this morning. That I’m about to explode any moment now. He lifts himself to his knees. Raised in that position his hair catches a beam of morning light coming in through a gap in the curtains and glows like spun gold. I watch in awe as this blond god slides me down the bed and lifts my hips to the level of his.

And then he very deliberately, solemnly, and gloriously drives the full length of his thick, hard sex deep into me. Stretched wide and filled to the brim I gasp and weaken all over. The overwhelming impression is that of being impaled, possessed, and taken. With one arm he supports my hips while with the other he plays with my clit. The sensation of his slow and deliberate fucking and the relentless caressing circles he makes are hypnotic and irresistible.

My body drenches with pleasure. I feel myself float closer and closer to the edge and my hips start snapping against his so his thrusts become cruel too. That pushes me over the edge and my body arches so rigidly it lifts his body with mine and somewhere in my moment of exploding pleasure I hear his groan of release. Hot fluids fill me as I lay gasping.

Still held up by his hips and dick I moan softly. He watches me with a satisfied look on his face and then he withdraws out of me and puts me down. He sits between my parted legs and spreads apart my knees so wide that my hips rise up and off the bed, buttocks split open and my exposed sex feels as if it is protruding and hanging down. It is a humiliating position but his hands on my knees are powerful and will bear no objection. And this position also reveals my sex to be a craving thing. It wants him. It wants everything he wants to give it. It flutters open and closed like a desperately hungry mouth. He gently massages me between my legs, smearing the juices leaking out of me into my lips and stroking my sticky clit.

‘Not again,’ I object, but weakly. I am greedy for it and because that orgasm really did take a lot out of me I feel lethargic and exhausted.

‘Again,’ he says very firmly and between my legs, my sex throbs helplessly at the brutal dominance in his voice. I shiver, trying to restrain its greedy throbbing.

‘What’s the matter?’ he whispers, his hands expertly working the moist flesh.