unzips my pants, her hands steady and she seems more confident in what she is doing. Her eyes are now trained on my cock as she takes it into her mouth for the first time. I hear a moan and it takes me a few seconds to realize that it is coming from me. God, her mouth feels like heaven wrapped around my cock and watching her take me in and out with those full lips is only driving me closer to my orgasm.
I have to take control of this before I shoot my load down her throat too quickly. “Little One, that feels amazing, but it is time for me to take over and fuck your face and those lovely lips. You will swallow me all the way down, but it will only work if you follow my lead. You will need to open your mouth like you are yawning when I am fucking your face. Just listen to my voice, and try your best to comply with me. Hmm?”
She nods her head in acknowledgement; I slowly run my hands over her head and stop when I have a good grip of her hair with handfuls of her hair in each hand I start. I see her eyes roll up to meet mine as I slam into her mouth the first time, and she gags as I continue the assault. I remind her that she needs to move her jaw like she is yawning or this will not be enjoyable at all for her. As a few moments pass and she tries it out she is finally getting the hang of it as I feel her esophagus open up, and she swallows me all the way down.
FUCK ME! Once she finds her rhythm and opens up her throat she is astounding. This is the best blow job that I have ever had and that is saying something considering the amount of time I spent at the Dungeon and the years I have spent with the MC hanging out in the clubhouse with the whores.
This woman just keeps passing up the expectations and desires I have for her, for me, for us in all reality. How can I be having these feelings for this woman who I have only known a month and only really been seeing/fucking (I don’t even know what to call it) for less than a week? This is some crazy messed up shit, to say the least. I know the brothers are going to have one hell of a laugh at me when they see me around Pearl, but I just cannot help myself when it comes to her. She is consuming more and more of me each minute that we are together.
Chapter 11- Pearl
While I sit back on my haunches and Abraham’s balls start to tighten in my hand, I know that he is about to release himself down my throat. This is the craziest shit that has happened to me in a long time. Fuck me, who am I lying too, this is the craziest shit that has happened in my whole life. This whole night has been one outrageous thing after another. I am almost certain that most of the other customers in the restaurant could see what Abraham was doing to me under the table. As the beginnings of his orgasm hits I find it hard to swallow it all down. Knowing it is pleasing him I find a way to do it though.
Whipping my tears, snot, and drool off of my face onto my hand, I slowly get back to my feet. Abraham looks down at me as I am rising up to my feet and beams at me as he says, “Little One, that was outstanding. Your impertinence at dinner and the corresponding punishment is weighing heavily on my mind. I guess I will have to reassess my feelings about this as we get closer to the house. That blow job is definitely weighing in your favor towards receiving a very lenient punishment, Pearl. Come on, let’s walk back toward the bike so we can make our way.”
We turn back around towards where he has parked the bike when I feel his hand slowly go to my lower back and slide onto my ass and into the back pocket of my jeans. How does this man give me goose bumps at the slightest touch or caress? I am at a loss for my feelings when he is around and that is something I need to figure out soon. I am trying so hard to fight this thing, whatever it is, but I don’t think that I can keep it up. I might have to give in to him and this weird draw we have towards each other. I will let him do whatever he wants with
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