His Pawn (The Manhattan Tales Book 1)

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but she slinked her tongue over the tip and base, and sucked hard, and I nearly fell over the edge.  God, this girl…   I almost thought she was lying when she said she’d never done this before.  That sweet little move of her tongue caused me to lose some of my self-control.  I gripped the fistful of her hair tighter and forced my cock nearly down her throat.  She gagged slightly, and I pulled back immediately.
    “You’re a greedy thing, and you’ll learn how to take it all.” I said.
    “Yes, Sir.” She looked up at me with swollen, moist lips.  She moved to take my cock back into her mouth, but I pulled her head back, still gripping her hair.
    “Not so fast.  I never gave you permission to take it again.” She blinked up at me, and frowned slightly.
    There was an intense pleasure and agony in her eyes as the vibrator created sensations within her.  My lips curved into a smirk as I gazed down at her, enjoying the furious white-hot desire coursing through her body. It was written all over her face. It was the same blazing desire flooding my core. 
    Bloody hell. The things I’d do to this girl if she was more experienced… Patience, Woodward. Oh, fuck the patience.  She signed the contract.
    At this rate, I just needed to feel that sweet pussy.  I had never struggled to maintain control the way I struggled with little Miss Jillian Pryor.
    I gripped her arms and brought her to her feet. My hands hungrily trailed down the sensuous curves of her body before I brought my mouth down on her moist, swollen lips again. As I kissed her, I reached into her most sensitive spot and pulled out the bullet-shaped trinket. 
    I set it on the nightstand beside me and continued ravishing her lips. Her mouth was eager and ready as she slid her tongue against mine with a passion.  I cupped the cheeks of her ass and lifted her as I did the day before and she wrapped her legs around me, never tearing her lips from mine.  I walked her around to the side of the bed and threw her down on the duvet. 
    Like an animal, I gripped her arms again and trailed my mouth from the nape of her neck down to her breasts.  I wanted to taste those luscious, full tits.  I pulled on her firm nipples with my teeth and heard her gasp sharply.  Good.
    I let go of her and I lay back on the bed.  She looked down at me and nibbled on her lower lip momentarily before I took her by the forearms and pulled her on top of my body.  I wanted to see all of her as I gave her every inch.  She knew what I wanted, and lowered her wet heat over my still-throbbing cock.
    You’re moving too slow, sweetheart . I grabbed her hips and impaled her.  Perhaps that was a bit rough. Who gives a fuck?  She’s mine.
    She jerked her head back and cried out, but she was so slick, I was able to bounce her up and down with ease.  I groaned loudly as electric pleasure shot through me every time I pushed through her tight heat.  I wanted her sore again, but I slowed the pace after a few moments, because otherwise I’d blow my load before I was ready.
    “Ohh.. Mason, Sir…” Jill moaned loudly, now grinding on me.  I still gripped her hips, controlling her movements and pace.  After taking a few minutes to gather my momentum, I gave her a few rapid thrusts and she clenched around me, gasping in orgasm.
    She was now panting in ecstasy, but I wasn’t finished with her yet.  Gripping her arms, I rolled her over so that her back was on the duvet and I was on top of her.  Immediately I rammed back into her hyper sensitive folds as I pinned her wrists above her head.  I fucked her like this, hard, as it pleased me, and slowed my pace only when I felt myself get too close.
    I wanted to see her orgasm again, and it didn’t take long.  I felt her hot tightness clench around my cock like a vice.  I grabbed both cheeks of her ass and moved her with force, for my own pleasure.  She moaned my name over and over, forgetting to call me by my preferred title, but I was

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