fire inside me overwhelmed me and my body broke into tiny pieces as the pressure behind the dam exploded.
I cried out and my body rose off the X behind me, the leather of my bonds creaking as I strained against them.
I became aware of him licking my clit very softly as he slid his fingers out of my body.
"That, little Angel, is what the second meaning of cum is. I just made you cum on my face, with my tongue." He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked the wetness off them. He looked down. "And damn if you didn't get me hard again. No surprise, really. I do love the taste of pussy, and yours is especially sweet. But now we're going to have to do something about my hard cock, and your tight little pussy is dripping wet with your cum. But no more cross, I think. You're broken in. I think it's time for a good old fashioned fuck."
I was too overwhelmed with the ache of the aftereffects of the cum he made me have to wonder what he meant or ask him. He unbound my hands and feet and carried me to a soft pallet of mats piled in a corner. He laid me down on them and covered my naked body with his. He nudged my thighs apart with one of his and brought a hand between us. I felt the soft hardness of his cock against my hole and closed my eyes as he slid it into me. My hands grasped at his shoulders as he slid his cock deep into me. His hands slid under my shoulders and cupped them as he thrust hard into me.
I moaned. Oh. Oh, God.
He laughed that soft velvet laugh. "It's called fucking, when I put my cock in your pussy, baby. And I think you like being fucked."
"Oh yes...yes, I like this...I like this very much...oh, God...."
"It's like Heaven, isn't it?"
All I could do was nod. He laughed again and kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding into my mouth. This time I sucked on it, desperate and wanting more.
He groaned and pulled back to look at me. "Insatiable little thing, aren't you? Put your hands on my ass and feel me fucking you."
I did as he said and felt the hard muscles of his behind clench with each thrust. I felt the hardness of his cock as it slid deep into me. I whimpered and buried my face against his shoulder. He slid his hands down my body to my thighs and lifted them.
"Wrap them around me," he whispered before he kissed me again.
I did so, and his hands slid back up to my shoulders. He pulled back to look at me again.
"I don't fuck like this," he said.
My thighs tightened around his waist. "What do you mean?"
"I fuck from behind, not face to face."
"Why?"
He kissed me again. I whimpered.
"That's why," he said. "From behind, I don't have to see their faces. I don't have to care if they like it, or if they cum. I just fuck them, get mine and go home."
"If this is how it feels, I can see how you'd fuck all the time. Aaaah!"
He laughed. "I don't fuck all the time."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because it's not like this, and this is what I want."
"What is?"
He thrust hard into me. I whimpered and my hands tightened on his behind.
"You," he said.
CHAPTER FOUR
Five
We fucked all night. Stevain taught me a lot, just like he said he would, but fucking was my favorite. After we'd finished fucking and sucking each other, we showered together in that beautiful golden bathroom next to the playroom. That's what he called it. His playroom. I was supposed to go to work that evening, but Stevain had me call in and tell them I couldn't make it. He made me call them while he was licking my pussy.
Eating me out, he called it. He really liked doing that, and to be honest I liked it a lot too. It wasn't as fun as fucking, but he could make me cum with his tongue a lot faster than he could fucking me, and when he ate me his cock would get hard. A hard-on, he said. And since he needed a hard-on to fuck me, I decided he could eat me out as often as he wanted to.
We'd just finished fucking in his bedroom upstairs. I was laying on my stomach, happy, enjoying the wonderful aftermath of a heavenly cum he'd
I cried out and my body rose off the X behind me, the leather of my bonds creaking as I strained against them.
I became aware of him licking my clit very softly as he slid his fingers out of my body.
"That, little Angel, is what the second meaning of cum is. I just made you cum on my face, with my tongue." He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked the wetness off them. He looked down. "And damn if you didn't get me hard again. No surprise, really. I do love the taste of pussy, and yours is especially sweet. But now we're going to have to do something about my hard cock, and your tight little pussy is dripping wet with your cum. But no more cross, I think. You're broken in. I think it's time for a good old fashioned fuck."
I was too overwhelmed with the ache of the aftereffects of the cum he made me have to wonder what he meant or ask him. He unbound my hands and feet and carried me to a soft pallet of mats piled in a corner. He laid me down on them and covered my naked body with his. He nudged my thighs apart with one of his and brought a hand between us. I felt the soft hardness of his cock against my hole and closed my eyes as he slid it into me. My hands grasped at his shoulders as he slid his cock deep into me. His hands slid under my shoulders and cupped them as he thrust hard into me.
I moaned. Oh. Oh, God.
He laughed that soft velvet laugh. "It's called fucking, when I put my cock in your pussy, baby. And I think you like being fucked."
"Oh yes...yes, I like this...I like this very much...oh, God...."
"It's like Heaven, isn't it?"
All I could do was nod. He laughed again and kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding into my mouth. This time I sucked on it, desperate and wanting more.
He groaned and pulled back to look at me. "Insatiable little thing, aren't you? Put your hands on my ass and feel me fucking you."
I did as he said and felt the hard muscles of his behind clench with each thrust. I felt the hardness of his cock as it slid deep into me. I whimpered and buried my face against his shoulder. He slid his hands down my body to my thighs and lifted them.
"Wrap them around me," he whispered before he kissed me again.
I did so, and his hands slid back up to my shoulders. He pulled back to look at me again.
"I don't fuck like this," he said.
My thighs tightened around his waist. "What do you mean?"
"I fuck from behind, not face to face."
"Why?"
He kissed me again. I whimpered.
"That's why," he said. "From behind, I don't have to see their faces. I don't have to care if they like it, or if they cum. I just fuck them, get mine and go home."
"If this is how it feels, I can see how you'd fuck all the time. Aaaah!"
He laughed. "I don't fuck all the time."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because it's not like this, and this is what I want."
"What is?"
He thrust hard into me. I whimpered and my hands tightened on his behind.
"You," he said.
CHAPTER FOUR
Five
We fucked all night. Stevain taught me a lot, just like he said he would, but fucking was my favorite. After we'd finished fucking and sucking each other, we showered together in that beautiful golden bathroom next to the playroom. That's what he called it. His playroom. I was supposed to go to work that evening, but Stevain had me call in and tell them I couldn't make it. He made me call them while he was licking my pussy.
Eating me out, he called it. He really liked doing that, and to be honest I liked it a lot too. It wasn't as fun as fucking, but he could make me cum with his tongue a lot faster than he could fucking me, and when he ate me his cock would get hard. A hard-on, he said. And since he needed a hard-on to fuck me, I decided he could eat me out as often as he wanted to.
We'd just finished fucking in his bedroom upstairs. I was laying on my stomach, happy, enjoying the wonderful aftermath of a heavenly cum he'd
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