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Story: Long for Me
She shuddered as she breathed heavily, blowing it out through her parted lips. I wanted them wrapped around my dick, my shaft lodged deep in her throat as I shot down deep inside of her. She was undoing me more than any woman I’d met and we hadn’t even done anything yet.
What the hell had I gotten myself into with her?
“I’m ready, sir.”
Yes. Music to my ears.
“I want you to look at me, and tell me what you want tonight.”
She hesitated, but lifted her head. As she did, I dropped my hand from her head to the side of her neck. I wanted to be touching her, wanted her to feel me at every moment of the night. My hands or my body would be touching her in some way, shape, or form until I left. Which hopefully wouldn’t happen for hours yet.
Heat seared into my chest as she lifted her amber-brown eyes to mine. Something like being branded with an iron, I assumed. It took everything in me not to jerk back, not to show her how much her innocence affected me.
Or the blush on her cheeks.
Or the glint in her eyes. She was scared, but curious too, and she was curious about something more than just submitting. Shewantedsomething.
“What would you like, sub?”
Nothing like washing away the blush with the reminder of her place. I’d revel in it later. When she was screaming my name with my fingers bringing her off, again and again and again.
“Tell me, Rebecca. You’ve had time to think about it. What would you like me to do tonight?”
“I’m having a hard time believing I actually get to choose.”
I could have teased her, lightened the mood so she was fully comfortable, but I didn’t. It was much more fun to keep her guessing.
“If you can’t tell me what you want, I’ll decide for you, you know.”
She glanced at the floor, lips twitching. “Figured that,” she muttered. She lifted her head again, and gave me that burning sensation in my chest. Perhaps I needed a doctor. A heart specialist. “I’d like a spanking, sir.”
Not what I was expecting. Hold her hands while I fucked her, yes. Eat her out, yes.
She went right for the gusto.
Awesome. Because I couldn’t wait.
“Very well.” I showed no emotion, but I couldn’t stop watching her fight a grin. If she thought she was winning, she’d learn the truth soon. “Stand and strip. Then show me where your room is.”
What the hell had I gotten myself into with her?
“I’m ready, sir.”
Yes. Music to my ears.
“I want you to look at me, and tell me what you want tonight.”
She hesitated, but lifted her head. As she did, I dropped my hand from her head to the side of her neck. I wanted to be touching her, wanted her to feel me at every moment of the night. My hands or my body would be touching her in some way, shape, or form until I left. Which hopefully wouldn’t happen for hours yet.
Heat seared into my chest as she lifted her amber-brown eyes to mine. Something like being branded with an iron, I assumed. It took everything in me not to jerk back, not to show her how much her innocence affected me.
Or the blush on her cheeks.
Or the glint in her eyes. She was scared, but curious too, and she was curious about something more than just submitting. Shewantedsomething.
“What would you like, sub?”
Nothing like washing away the blush with the reminder of her place. I’d revel in it later. When she was screaming my name with my fingers bringing her off, again and again and again.
“Tell me, Rebecca. You’ve had time to think about it. What would you like me to do tonight?”
“I’m having a hard time believing I actually get to choose.”
I could have teased her, lightened the mood so she was fully comfortable, but I didn’t. It was much more fun to keep her guessing.
“If you can’t tell me what you want, I’ll decide for you, you know.”
She glanced at the floor, lips twitching. “Figured that,” she muttered. She lifted her head again, and gave me that burning sensation in my chest. Perhaps I needed a doctor. A heart specialist. “I’d like a spanking, sir.”
Not what I was expecting. Hold her hands while I fucked her, yes. Eat her out, yes.
She went right for the gusto.
Awesome. Because I couldn’t wait.
“Very well.” I showed no emotion, but I couldn’t stop watching her fight a grin. If she thought she was winning, she’d learn the truth soon. “Stand and strip. Then show me where your room is.”
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