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I moved my hands from where they had come to rest on his thighs and used one to hold the opening and the other to wrap my fingers around his cock, pulling the length carefully into my palm before tugging it free of the clothing.

Saliva filled my mouth as I knelt there, his cock within reach, waiting for him to give me another command.

My panties were clinging to my damp pussy, and I was sure that if I reached down and adjusted them that my wetness would run down my thighs.

My gaze flicked up to his face only to return to his cock.

My breathing was shallow as I forced myself to stay where I was and not to wrap my lips around him.

To suck him deep into my mouth. I had to remember that he was going to fuck my mouth; I had to be a good girl. I had to make Husband proud.

Husband. I couldn’t wait to tell him about this. He was going to love the dirty story I whispered in his ear. About how I was a good girl and followed his instructions.

“Use your hands. Stroke my dick.”

I closed my left hand around him, the heat and weight of his cock more than I expected.

Slowly I moved my hand up and down, keeping a firm even pressure.

The soft skin tugged and pulled with my movements, drawing back so that I could see the slit at the end surrounded by dark pink skin straining toward my mouth.

The grip on my hair pulled even tighter as my strokes became longer, firmer, harder.

With every breath, my nipples rubbed against lace, lines of heat streaking to my clit.

My stomach quivered with anticipation, jaw aching, ready to feel him on my tongue.

To lick.

To suck.

“Open your mouth.”

His hand moved in my hair, adjusting his grip so that my head was almost upright and straight. I complied quickly, jaw relaxing and opening my mouth.

“Wider.”

I continued stroking with my hand and stretched my mouth open as wide as it would go.

“I’ve been told you are a good girl and won’t gag. But if it’s too much, squeeze my leg.”

He had been told wha -

All thoughts left my mind as his cock plunged into my mouth, sliding along my tongue, not quite bottoming out.

My eyes widened for just a second before fluttering shut.

He stayed like that for a moment as I worked my throat and swallowed, loosening everything up.

He slowly backed out, before sliding back in a little deeper.

I kept my mouth open and relaxed, allowing his hips and hold on my hair to guide the pace.

I just knelt there, letting him use my mouth.

“Lace your fingers behind your head.”

His hand disappeared from my hair, cock still resting on my tongue. I quickly did as I was told, my fingers pushing into my hair, elbows out.

“Suck.”

Closing my mouth around his cock, I did my best to create a tight seal.

Instead of rocking back and forth, I simply sucked as instructed.

My mouth worked around him like he was the sweetest candy I had ever eaten.

My tongue massaged the underside as my cheeks sucked in and out with his movements. My slit ached, desperate to be filled.

This right here, this was my favorite moment. Submitting to another, yet holding all of the power. This was what I loved. Being used like a fuck toy, but having all the power to make it end, either in pleasure or hell.

Slowly he started to slide back in, my puckered lips gliding along his length until my nose was pressed into his skin and the tip of his cock was at the very back of my throat.

I continued to do my best to massage him with my tongue, even though my eyes burned with tears as I struggled to hold back my gag reflex.

Just when I was sure that I was going to disappoint him, he slid all the way out.

I only had a moment to suck in a deep breath before he was back inside of me, this time rolling his hips so that he was only moving an inch or so with each thrust.

I managed to open my eyes wide enough to look up at him and saw that he was staring down at me, his mouth slightly open as he watched his cock disappearing into my mouth.

A tear leaked out of my right eye, even as a low throb rolled from my clit up into my pussy, causing it to spasm as it looked for something to tighten around.

He reached out and cupped my cheek, his thumb catching the tear as he continued to thrust into me.

“You like this don’t you? Kneeling for me? My dick in your mouth. I bet you’re wet for me. I bet I could slip straight into that hot little pussy of yours without needing to warm you up. Are you wet for me? Is your pussy all needy for me? Do you want me to fuck that pussy?”

His words washed over me. I couldn’t keep the moan that rolled out of me as his pace picked up, his words making me squirm. My knees slipped a little further apart, the burn in them increasing. My clit was pulled up tight, and I could feel wetness running down the inside of my thigh.

“Are you ready for me to strip you out of that dress? Ready for me to lick that pussy of yours? I can’t wait to taste you. I can’t wait to feel your thighs wrapped around my head, to feel you grinding into my face. Are you ready for me? For my mouth over that hot little pussy?”

He pulled back enough that his cock wasn’t taking up all of the space in my mouth. Swallowing, I nodded my head.

“Yes.” My voice was rough from the brutal use of my throat.

“Good girl.” My breath caught at the pet name. Did he know?

He released my hair and grabbed both of my wrists, helping me up to my feet.

Once I was standing, he claimed my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue rolling along mine as he took possession.

My breasts were pressed into his chest, his cock hard against my stomach.

His fingers dug into my hip bones as he held me in place.

Slowly he moved them to my thighs, gathering the hem of my dress and sliding it up, his fingers kneading my skin as he went.

His hands were spread so wide that as the hem passed my pussy, his pinky fingers brushed over the lace edges that covered my clit forcing a whimper out of me.

He continued on up over my panties, until my dress was gathered around my waist, my ass in just black lace panties exposed to the warm air of the room.

Slowly, he drew my lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it gently, before he placed a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

Then on my cheek.

Then on my jaw.

Sucking on my earlobe.

Biting my earlobe.

A delicious shudder arced down my neck, through my collarbone, over my breast, through my nipple, down to my belly button, and straight to my clit. I raised further up onto my toes, heels lifting in my shoes as my knees bent, ass pulling to the ground as I melted in his arms.

Fuck, this is amazing.

“Turn around and take off this dress.”

I did as I was told, turning in the circle of his arms, pulling the red fabric over my breasts and then up over my head, and dropping it on the floor by our feet.

“Link your fingers behind my neck. Don’t let go.”

Instantly, I complied. My body was stretched to reach, my head resting back on one of his shoulders as it arched.

Hands on my waist, he slid them up my body, over my ribs, his fingers stopping just below my underwire.

My breaths were coming in sharply as I watched his hands moving across my skin, finger tips applying enough pressure to leave little indentations.

Slowly, his right hand glided over the center of my black bra, between the two cups.

Tracing slow circles over the exposed skin, his head ducked down until his face was pressed right over my Love Bite, right between my shoulder and my neck, his breath flowing over my skin teasing me.

Suddenly his mouth latched onto me, right in that perfect spot.

All of the hair on my body stood up as I moaned, my mouth forming an O as I leaned into the sensations, heat stirring wildly in my stomach.

Then his hand was under the lace of my bra, his thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting my nipple.

“Ahhh...”

I jerked forward in his arms, unsure as to whether or not I wanted to get away or to push more into his hand.

He was palming the rest of my breast, continuing to torture my nipple as his other hand moved from my waist down to my hip, fingers dipping below the waist of my panties.

All of my attention focused on that hand as his fingers moved lower and lower, pleasure tugging at my nipple setting my clit on fire.

My pussy ached, the wetness that coated the inside of my panties slick against my skin.

My shoulders were burning as I practically hung from his neck as I bent my knees and tried to move my pelvis so that his fingers would reach my clit now.

Instead they toyed with me, kneading the skin directly above my clit, moving down into the join between my leg and pussy. Touching everywhere but where I needed it.

“Do you want me to touch you? To play with your clit? Slide a finger into this hot pussy?”

His roughly whispered words were so loud in the silence; the only other sounds were the whimpers escaping me on every huffed breath.

“Yes, please. Please.” The words left my lips; the urge to say whatever I needed to just so that he would touch me was one I couldn’t control. I needed him to touch me.

“Do you promise to stay still? I want to touch you. I want to give you what you want, but you must stay still. Can you promise me that?”

I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, I promise.”

“Good girl.”