Page 105 of Carnal Urges

He cradles my head in both hands and flexes his pelvis, slowly sliding his hard cock down my throat. I take and take until my mouth is stretched open wide, and he’s all the way in.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers raggedly. “My sweet girl. You’re gorgeous.”

I swallow around the length of him, and he moans again.

Setting a slow, steady pace, I take him in and out of my mouth, sucking and licking the crown and stroking his rigid shaft, sliding my tongue along the throbbing vein that runs under the length of it. I suck and swirl and stroke, my head bobbing and my nipples aching, so turned on, I think I might be able to come from the friction of my panties against my clit alone.

He rasps, “Stop rubbing your thighs together. You’ll come when I let you.”

I whimper in need. It makes his fingers tighten against my head.

He fucks my mouth until he’s panting. Low, helpless groans work from deep within his chest. He wraps a trembling hand around my throat.

“Ah, fuck. I’m close, baby. Are you ready?”

When I make a small sound of agreement, he starts to thrust harder and faster until he’s moaning lustily, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

He climaxes with a shout, spilling himself onto my tongue in short bursts, every one of which I swallow as I stare up at him in a lust-filled haze.

I know I’m the one kneeling, but damn do I feel powerful right now. He needed this so much, he didn’t even take the time to remove his jacket or undo his belt.

He’s still for a few moments, breathing hard, until he opens his eyes and looks down at me, cleaning him off with my tongue.

“Was I good… sir?”

He smiles.

Then he lifts me up by my armpits, turns me around to the big marble island, bends me over it, and yanks down my yoga pants and panties to the middle of my thighs.

Standing to one side of me, he slides his left hand under my hips and between my legs. He strokes my throbbing clit between his thumb and forefinger.

I gasp in pleasure.

Keeping his left hand between my legs, he runs his right hand all over my exposed bottom, his jaw gritted as he stares at it.

The slap on my ass is hard and unexpected. Feeling my flesh jiggle, I suck in a breath. Heat blooms over my bare skin. He continues to lazily stroke my clit, gazing down at me with hooded eyes, a muscle flexing in his jaw.

I say breathlessly, “Are you angry with me?”

“No.”

He spanks me again, harder. I jerk and moan. He tugs on my clit, and my legs start to shake.

“Am I being punished?”

“No.”

He spanks my bare ass again, a single, stinging blow that makes me yelp. By now, I’m panting. And confused.

“Are you going to let me come?”

“Aye. As soon as you stop talking.”

I bite my lip and close my eyes, resting my cheek on the cool marble. I’m going out of my mind with anticipation, shivering all over, my hips rocking against his fingers as he continues to fondle my clit.

“Good girl,” he says roughly, then lets loose a volley of fast slaps on my tender backside, raining them down on one cheek, then the other as he works his left hand between my legs.

I try very hard not to make a sound, but I can’t help how hardI’m breathing. I keep my eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure builds. Heat ripples through my lower body in waves, intensifying with each stinging blow and stroke of his fingers. Soon, I’m biting my lower lip with the effort to keep from moaning.