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stop.”
Her stomach rolled over. Would that word be the end of the two of them? He was already in her blood, like a drug she could never get rid of. “Stop the relationship?”
She wanted to smack herself in the forehead. “A safe word, right? Sorry for my stupidity and mental lapse. I can only say that you’ve got my brain so addled it’s ceased to function.”
She’d learned enough about safe words on the sites she’d visited. What an idiot he must think she was.
“A safe word,” he agreed. He laughed softly. “No, Molly mine. We stop what it is we’re doing. I don’t foresee stopping this relationship at all. So give me a word. What will it be?”
“Fireworks.” It just popped out of her mouth.
“Fireworks?”
She nodded. “That’s where I met you. At the fireworks.”
“Okay, then. Fireworks it is.” His hands cupped her cheeks and tilted her face up to him. He gave her a long, slow kiss on the lips, his tongue pushing inside her mouth, tasting her. Then he drew back.
“Suck my cock, Molly. I know you can’t reach out with your hands but that’s the way I want it. I’ll hold it for you and you’ll feel my fingers against your lips. Suck it, Molly. Suck it good.”
Swallowing once and adjusting her balance on her knees, she opened her mouth wide. The head of his cock rested on her bottom lip, then slid an inch inside. Molly closed her lips around it, licking the head as she’d done the other time. This time she felt more confident, more sure of herself, so she used the tip of her tongue to play around the thick ridge and tease at the slit in the head.
One inch at a time Nick eased himself into her soft mouth, hissing with pleasure as her teeth grazed the velvet-soft covering and she began to suck the heavy shaft. After a 49
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little experimentation she discovered how easy it was to use her cheeks to create greater suction. She developed a rhythm, using her lips and her cheeks and adding her tongue for extra sensations.
He was right about all her senses being more alert when she couldn’t see. She felt every ripple in his cock, inhaled the musky scent of his body, tasted the flavor of his skin. And all the time the aroma of lavender surrounded her and soft music seduced her.
Nick did exactly what he said he would. When she tilted her head back slightly to let more of his cock slide farther back in her mouth, she felt his fingers clasped at the root of the thick shaft, holding it steady for her.
“Are you hot, Molly?” His voice was low and raspy, his breathing uneven. “Do you want to come?”
She bobbed her head, her lips sliding up and down his shaft as she did so.
“If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you come after this. Come on, Molly. I’m almost there.”
She felt his shaft pulse in her mouth and the rhythm of his hips increased. She sucked as hard as she could, using her tongue and her teeth and then he was there, pumping into her, his semen jetting down her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying desperately not to let a drop of it leak from the corners of her mouth. His hands gripped her shoulders, his fingers tightened on her skin, loosening only when the last spurt had been pumped into her and his body began to relax.
“Good girl,” he whispered, sliding his cock from her mouth. “I think you’ve earned a little treat.”
Leaving the blindfold and handcuffs in place, he helped her back onto the bed, this time on her stomach. She felt pillows placed beneath her so that her ass was high in the air. Then the ankle cuffs were reattached, exposing every bit of her to Nick’s gaze. She shivered with the delicious darkness of it.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Molly?” He stroked the cheeks of her 50
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buttocks, his finger trailing over her
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stop.”
Her stomach rolled over. Would that word be the end of the two of them? He was already in her blood, like a drug she could never get rid of. “Stop the relationship?”
She wanted to smack herself in the forehead. “A safe word, right? Sorry for my stupidity and mental lapse. I can only say that you’ve got my brain so addled it’s ceased to function.”
She’d learned enough about safe words on the sites she’d visited. What an idiot he must think she was.
“A safe word,” he agreed. He laughed softly. “No, Molly mine. We stop what it is we’re doing. I don’t foresee stopping this relationship at all. So give me a word. What will it be?”
“Fireworks.” It just popped out of her mouth.
“Fireworks?”
She nodded. “That’s where I met you. At the fireworks.”
“Okay, then. Fireworks it is.” His hands cupped her cheeks and tilted her face up to him. He gave her a long, slow kiss on the lips, his tongue pushing inside her mouth, tasting her. Then he drew back.
“Suck my cock, Molly. I know you can’t reach out with your hands but that’s the way I want it. I’ll hold it for you and you’ll feel my fingers against your lips. Suck it, Molly. Suck it good.”
Swallowing once and adjusting her balance on her knees, she opened her mouth wide. The head of his cock rested on her bottom lip, then slid an inch inside. Molly closed her lips around it, licking the head as she’d done the other time. This time she felt more confident, more sure of herself, so she used the tip of her tongue to play around the thick ridge and tease at the slit in the head.
One inch at a time Nick eased himself into her soft mouth, hissing with pleasure as her teeth grazed the velvet-soft covering and she began to suck the heavy shaft. After a 49
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little experimentation she discovered how easy it was to use her cheeks to create greater suction. She developed a rhythm, using her lips and her cheeks and adding her tongue for extra sensations.
He was right about all her senses being more alert when she couldn’t see. She felt every ripple in his cock, inhaled the musky scent of his body, tasted the flavor of his skin. And all the time the aroma of lavender surrounded her and soft music seduced her.
Nick did exactly what he said he would. When she tilted her head back slightly to let more of his cock slide farther back in her mouth, she felt his fingers clasped at the root of the thick shaft, holding it steady for her.
“Are you hot, Molly?” His voice was low and raspy, his breathing uneven. “Do you want to come?”
She bobbed her head, her lips sliding up and down his shaft as she did so.
“If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you come after this. Come on, Molly. I’m almost there.”
She felt his shaft pulse in her mouth and the rhythm of his hips increased. She sucked as hard as she could, using her tongue and her teeth and then he was there, pumping into her, his semen jetting down her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying desperately not to let a drop of it leak from the corners of her mouth. His hands gripped her shoulders, his fingers tightened on her skin, loosening only when the last spurt had been pumped into her and his body began to relax.
“Good girl,” he whispered, sliding his cock from her mouth. “I think you’ve earned a little treat.”
Leaving the blindfold and handcuffs in place, he helped her back onto the bed, this time on her stomach. She felt pillows placed beneath her so that her ass was high in the air. Then the ankle cuffs were reattached, exposing every bit of her to Nick’s gaze. She shivered with the delicious darkness of it.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Molly?” He stroked the cheeks of her 50
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buttocks, his finger trailing over her
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