wide open, Jolie waited for Mack's cock. The head nudged her lips. She licked him, making him nice and wet before he pressed forward. He thrust in and out of her mouth very leisurely at first. She gazed up at him and reveled in the sight of this lean, mean-looking man enjoying her mouth. His chest heaved. His jaw was tight. His nostrils flared as he fucked her mouth.
She relaxed her jaw and flattened her tongue for him. She wanted to show him just how good she could make him feel. He'd already given her so much pleasure and taught her so much. He was so much older and worldly, there was no way she could teach him anything. But pleasure? Oh, yes. She could do that.
Mack grasped his cock and stroked it. "Suck my balls, Jolie. Put them in your mouth. Run your tongue all over them."
She hummed hungrily and dipped her head. He pulled up on his cock as he jerked himself. His balls dangled right there and were perfectly accessible. She laved the taut sac and flicked her tongue against the seam. She sucked one side of his pouch and then the other before nibbling him gently.
"Show me your mouth," he ordered. He took the chain attacked to the nipple clamps and looped it over his dick. He tapped his cockhead against her lips, smearing his pre-cum all over her skin. The chain tugged on the clamps and made her hiss. Her clit pulsed though. "Open wide. Wider."
She did as instructed. He started to fuck her mouth fast now. His fingers tangled in her hair. He pumped her head back and forth on his cock. The chain jiggled and tugged at her nipples. Her heart raced at the dirtiness of it. Her pussy started to ache with emptiness. She wanted to reach down and touch her clit but didn't dare. Having him fuck her face just turned her on so damn much.
"Breathe," he ordered as he shoved deep in her throat. She gagged around him, the panic making her ass tighten around the plug. Her pussy clenched. He pulled back finally and she dragged a long, shuddery breath into her lungs.
When she'd composed herself, Mack pushed inside her mouth again. The head of his cock nudged the back of her throat. She tried to muscle down her gag reflex but it was too hard. This was too new for her. He groaned as she gagged around the tool buried in her throat.
"So fucking pretty," he murmured and caressed her face. Long strands of saliva stretched from her mouth to his cock as he pulled totally free. He painted her lips with his pre-cum and her saliva. She sat back on her heels as best she could with that damn plug in her butt. Hands resting on her thighs, she watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. She blushed under his intense stare.
"Come here." He patted his naked lap. She rose and stood before him. Sitting on his lap wouldn't be comfortable with that thing in there. Instead, she straddled his thighs and took some of the pressure off. He cupped her face and brushed his thumb along the curve of her cheek. When he kissed her, she experienced the most wondrous thrill. She liked pleasing her Master.
Except that he wasn't her Master. Before sunrise, he'd send her on her way. This thing they were sharing suddenly felt a little smutty and wrong. It didn't have to be that way. They were both adults. They could do whatever they wanted but she felt certain Mack lacked the courage to take this beyond the lake house.
"What?" He eyed her carefully.
"Nothing, sir." She dropped her gaze.
"You'll be a shit poker player, sugar. I can see it written all over your face." He clasped her chin and forced her to meet his questioning gaze. "What's wrong?"
She shrugged. "I was just thinking about the fact that this will probably be it for us."
For a long moment, he said nothing. His silence ratcheted up her anxiety. "Maybe not."
Hope flared within her. "What does that mean?"
"It means that it's complicated." He kissed her tenderly. "Let's not think about all that right now. Later, we'll figure something out. Right now, let's get back to the good stuff."
She
She relaxed her jaw and flattened her tongue for him. She wanted to show him just how good she could make him feel. He'd already given her so much pleasure and taught her so much. He was so much older and worldly, there was no way she could teach him anything. But pleasure? Oh, yes. She could do that.
Mack grasped his cock and stroked it. "Suck my balls, Jolie. Put them in your mouth. Run your tongue all over them."
She hummed hungrily and dipped her head. He pulled up on his cock as he jerked himself. His balls dangled right there and were perfectly accessible. She laved the taut sac and flicked her tongue against the seam. She sucked one side of his pouch and then the other before nibbling him gently.
"Show me your mouth," he ordered. He took the chain attacked to the nipple clamps and looped it over his dick. He tapped his cockhead against her lips, smearing his pre-cum all over her skin. The chain tugged on the clamps and made her hiss. Her clit pulsed though. "Open wide. Wider."
She did as instructed. He started to fuck her mouth fast now. His fingers tangled in her hair. He pumped her head back and forth on his cock. The chain jiggled and tugged at her nipples. Her heart raced at the dirtiness of it. Her pussy started to ache with emptiness. She wanted to reach down and touch her clit but didn't dare. Having him fuck her face just turned her on so damn much.
"Breathe," he ordered as he shoved deep in her throat. She gagged around him, the panic making her ass tighten around the plug. Her pussy clenched. He pulled back finally and she dragged a long, shuddery breath into her lungs.
When she'd composed herself, Mack pushed inside her mouth again. The head of his cock nudged the back of her throat. She tried to muscle down her gag reflex but it was too hard. This was too new for her. He groaned as she gagged around the tool buried in her throat.
"So fucking pretty," he murmured and caressed her face. Long strands of saliva stretched from her mouth to his cock as he pulled totally free. He painted her lips with his pre-cum and her saliva. She sat back on her heels as best she could with that damn plug in her butt. Hands resting on her thighs, she watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. She blushed under his intense stare.
"Come here." He patted his naked lap. She rose and stood before him. Sitting on his lap wouldn't be comfortable with that thing in there. Instead, she straddled his thighs and took some of the pressure off. He cupped her face and brushed his thumb along the curve of her cheek. When he kissed her, she experienced the most wondrous thrill. She liked pleasing her Master.
Except that he wasn't her Master. Before sunrise, he'd send her on her way. This thing they were sharing suddenly felt a little smutty and wrong. It didn't have to be that way. They were both adults. They could do whatever they wanted but she felt certain Mack lacked the courage to take this beyond the lake house.
"What?" He eyed her carefully.
"Nothing, sir." She dropped her gaze.
"You'll be a shit poker player, sugar. I can see it written all over your face." He clasped her chin and forced her to meet his questioning gaze. "What's wrong?"
She shrugged. "I was just thinking about the fact that this will probably be it for us."
For a long moment, he said nothing. His silence ratcheted up her anxiety. "Maybe not."
Hope flared within her. "What does that mean?"
"It means that it's complicated." He kissed her tenderly. "Let's not think about all that right now. Later, we'll figure something out. Right now, let's get back to the good stuff."
She
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