removes it, but I’m too involved in the moment
to give it much more thought.
I stroke his back, feeling his solid frame. My
body burns with a fire fit for a supernova. I want to feel his hands on my
skin. I surrender myself to him and wait for him to make the next move. My hands
betray me as they creep under his shirt, stroking at his washboard stomach.
It’s amazing to me that
someone could be in this kind of shape. Mick rights himself, straddling me as I
lay down, one leg on either side of my torso. He lifts his loosely fitted shirt
over his head, and I rake my gaze over his abs and chest. He is magnificently
built. I rub his muscular legs and work my way up to his cock, which is tugging
at his shorts. Mick looks at me with the same expectant smirk that he wore when
I let him in.
It’s a cocky smile, which
if interpreted the wrong way, could be misconstrued as selfish and arrogant. I’m
not sure how I feel about it, but this moment isn’t one for deep thought. This is
a moment of carnal desire.
Reaching for his zipper,
I fumble to open it. Mick, growing impatient, does it himself. His cock springs
out of its prison. I know I’ve just seen his cock, but somehow it looks larger
than before. It stands proud and tall, and when I try to grab it, he grabs my
wrist. First one, then the other. I smile at his display of dominance. Mick inches
his way up to my face and puts his cock just beyond my mouth’s reach. I want to
lick it. I want to suck it. I want to please Mick. He won’t let me—he tortures me,
leaving his cock just inches from my mouth. Then, with just a small press of
his hips, he lets me suck the tip.
It’s a struggle to get to
it, but I manage. I lick along the shaft with Mick controlling my hands. Rhythmically,
he begins fucking my face, and as he lets go with one hand, I feel disappointed
at the lack of control. A moment later, however, I find he is only taking off
his belt to bind my wrists. I continue to suck his cock as he wraps my hands
with the belt. I can still move my hands back and forth, but not separate them.
“Don’t move your hands,”
he tells me. “Nod if you understand.”
Nodding is all I’ve really been doing anyway, as
I suck his cock, but I let him know that I submit to him. He then reaches back
with one hand and begins rubbing my pussy. I am so wet that his fingers slip
all over the place. I watch him as he half turns around and his ab muscles strain
from the work I’m doing on his cock. It is now that I lose myself. I cannot
concentrate on what he’s doing and suck his cock.
Mick stops rubbing my
pussy, which is almost painful, because his hands feel so good. He gets off of
me and takes off my shorts and panties. He then pulls my shirt up, but can’t
remove it due to my bound hands.
As he spreads my legs,
heat builds up in my center, and he turns me so I am at the edge of the couch, then
kneels down on the floor. Mick dives into my pussy with such reckless abandon
that I’m not sure if he’s going to go in too far. To my surprise, his gentle
tongue makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. I put my arms over my head
and reach for the top of the couch, or anything to hold onto. An orgasm begins
to well up inside me. I try to fight it back with all I have, but the feeling proves
too intense—I am a passenger now, and I have no control. As I come, my body shakes
and my hands spring forward, striking Mick on the back. He doesn’t move a
muscle, like he doesn’t even feel it.
Breathlessly, I stare at
him as he rises to my face for a kiss. My bound hands are wrapped around his
neck. Mick picks me up and carries me into my bedroom, laying me down softly on
the bed, but not unbinding my hands. His cock is still as hard as it was when I
first saw it. Exhausted, I lay immobilized, waiting for him to penetrate me. As
he enters, the sensation is so overwhelming I come right back to life. My arms
now over my head, I watch as his cock thrusts
to give it much more thought.
I stroke his back, feeling his solid frame. My
body burns with a fire fit for a supernova. I want to feel his hands on my
skin. I surrender myself to him and wait for him to make the next move. My hands
betray me as they creep under his shirt, stroking at his washboard stomach.
It’s amazing to me that
someone could be in this kind of shape. Mick rights himself, straddling me as I
lay down, one leg on either side of my torso. He lifts his loosely fitted shirt
over his head, and I rake my gaze over his abs and chest. He is magnificently
built. I rub his muscular legs and work my way up to his cock, which is tugging
at his shorts. Mick looks at me with the same expectant smirk that he wore when
I let him in.
It’s a cocky smile, which
if interpreted the wrong way, could be misconstrued as selfish and arrogant. I’m
not sure how I feel about it, but this moment isn’t one for deep thought. This is
a moment of carnal desire.
Reaching for his zipper,
I fumble to open it. Mick, growing impatient, does it himself. His cock springs
out of its prison. I know I’ve just seen his cock, but somehow it looks larger
than before. It stands proud and tall, and when I try to grab it, he grabs my
wrist. First one, then the other. I smile at his display of dominance. Mick inches
his way up to my face and puts his cock just beyond my mouth’s reach. I want to
lick it. I want to suck it. I want to please Mick. He won’t let me—he tortures me,
leaving his cock just inches from my mouth. Then, with just a small press of
his hips, he lets me suck the tip.
It’s a struggle to get to
it, but I manage. I lick along the shaft with Mick controlling my hands. Rhythmically,
he begins fucking my face, and as he lets go with one hand, I feel disappointed
at the lack of control. A moment later, however, I find he is only taking off
his belt to bind my wrists. I continue to suck his cock as he wraps my hands
with the belt. I can still move my hands back and forth, but not separate them.
“Don’t move your hands,”
he tells me. “Nod if you understand.”
Nodding is all I’ve really been doing anyway, as
I suck his cock, but I let him know that I submit to him. He then reaches back
with one hand and begins rubbing my pussy. I am so wet that his fingers slip
all over the place. I watch him as he half turns around and his ab muscles strain
from the work I’m doing on his cock. It is now that I lose myself. I cannot
concentrate on what he’s doing and suck his cock.
Mick stops rubbing my
pussy, which is almost painful, because his hands feel so good. He gets off of
me and takes off my shorts and panties. He then pulls my shirt up, but can’t
remove it due to my bound hands.
As he spreads my legs,
heat builds up in my center, and he turns me so I am at the edge of the couch, then
kneels down on the floor. Mick dives into my pussy with such reckless abandon
that I’m not sure if he’s going to go in too far. To my surprise, his gentle
tongue makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. I put my arms over my head
and reach for the top of the couch, or anything to hold onto. An orgasm begins
to well up inside me. I try to fight it back with all I have, but the feeling proves
too intense—I am a passenger now, and I have no control. As I come, my body shakes
and my hands spring forward, striking Mick on the back. He doesn’t move a
muscle, like he doesn’t even feel it.
Breathlessly, I stare at
him as he rises to my face for a kiss. My bound hands are wrapped around his
neck. Mick picks me up and carries me into my bedroom, laying me down softly on
the bed, but not unbinding my hands. His cock is still as hard as it was when I
first saw it. Exhausted, I lay immobilized, waiting for him to penetrate me. As
he enters, the sensation is so overwhelming I come right back to life. My arms
now over my head, I watch as his cock thrusts
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