you to answer the question.”
I don’t know what comes over me. Adrenaline, insanity, or the smartass in me decides to make her appearance. “Do you really want me to kick you in the dick? I mean, I will if that is all part of this little training session, but I prefer not to, seeing that I want to use that dick at some point this evening. Shall I demonstrate?” I respond with a shrug.
Before I know it, I am lifted into Tristan’s massive arms and I’m on my back. As soon as I land on my back, I am flipped over until I am facedown on my knees.
“Just for that, cupcake,” he says, moving to stand in front of me with a big grin, “I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”
His fingers sift into my hair, gripping it to hold me firmly in place while releasing his cock with the other. He guides it between my lips. I am still so turned on that I am eager to make him come. Using my tongue, I lick and swirl around the head before taking it fully in my mouth. I am feasting on him as Tristan thrusts his hips, causing him to go deeper. I peer up to see his eyes shut and his head fall back as he moans.
Fucking hot.
The taste of him is electrifying. The feel of his fingers lacing through my hair and urging my movement is even more exhilarating. I squirm, trying to find any way to relieve the pressure between my legs. The noises he makes spur me on to take in his impressive cock. I feel him turn to solid stone in my mouth, and Tristan growls. I continue to lick and stroke and glide my tongue all over him. I am going for the growls and moans he rewards me with every time he enjoys something I do to him.
I am performing an all-out assault on this man’s dick. I slip my hand between my legs to relieve the building ache between them and moan against his cock. Then it’s gone.
Slowly sitting back on my haunches, I give him a questioning look.
“It’s time for me to fuck you now.”
That simple little statement almost takes me straight over the edge. I can see the obituary now: “Death by violent orgasm.”
I am ready for him. Hell, I am willing to beg at this point. I can feel the rush of my blood through my veins, the heat running over my skin, and the wet pooling between my legs. I am soaked. I don’t think I have ever been this primed.
Ever.
“Do you want me to fuck you, cupcake?”
My eyes flew to his. Is he crazy? If he doesn’t fuck me right now, I will probably become the attacker in all of those scenarios he presented. I will throw him down and hump him to death.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me, Tristan,” I whimper as he moves behind me.
His hands roam until they find my breasts, where he squeezes, holding my back firmly against his chest. He guides me back to all fours and teases with his cock at my entrance, rubbing himself along the length of me. I thrust my hips back, trying to get more of him. Anything.
I hear the rumble through his chest as his body tenses, his hands gripping me harder. “Holy shit, woman. I am always amazed at how responsive your body is to me.” In one thrust of his hips, he is seated fully inside me.
I moan when I feel him stroke my clit.
He is fondling and thrusting all while licking the back of my neck. It’s magnificent. I can feel my orgasm building, so I try to chase it by meeting his thrusts with more force.
“You are so fucking tight this way. Fuck,” he whispers.
I need more. I reach down between my legs to take over when he stops.
“Don’t you fucking dare. If anyone is going to get you off, it’s going to be me.”
Tristan’s hands clutch my hips as he pounds harder and harder into me. He is losing his control. He is fucking me like I have never been fucked in my life—and it is remarkable. He reaches over, fists his hand in my hair, and pulls my head back, forcing me to arch my neck and back. He continues his glorious invasion of my body, the
I don’t know what comes over me. Adrenaline, insanity, or the smartass in me decides to make her appearance. “Do you really want me to kick you in the dick? I mean, I will if that is all part of this little training session, but I prefer not to, seeing that I want to use that dick at some point this evening. Shall I demonstrate?” I respond with a shrug.
Before I know it, I am lifted into Tristan’s massive arms and I’m on my back. As soon as I land on my back, I am flipped over until I am facedown on my knees.
“Just for that, cupcake,” he says, moving to stand in front of me with a big grin, “I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”
His fingers sift into my hair, gripping it to hold me firmly in place while releasing his cock with the other. He guides it between my lips. I am still so turned on that I am eager to make him come. Using my tongue, I lick and swirl around the head before taking it fully in my mouth. I am feasting on him as Tristan thrusts his hips, causing him to go deeper. I peer up to see his eyes shut and his head fall back as he moans.
Fucking hot.
The taste of him is electrifying. The feel of his fingers lacing through my hair and urging my movement is even more exhilarating. I squirm, trying to find any way to relieve the pressure between my legs. The noises he makes spur me on to take in his impressive cock. I feel him turn to solid stone in my mouth, and Tristan growls. I continue to lick and stroke and glide my tongue all over him. I am going for the growls and moans he rewards me with every time he enjoys something I do to him.
I am performing an all-out assault on this man’s dick. I slip my hand between my legs to relieve the building ache between them and moan against his cock. Then it’s gone.
Slowly sitting back on my haunches, I give him a questioning look.
“It’s time for me to fuck you now.”
That simple little statement almost takes me straight over the edge. I can see the obituary now: “Death by violent orgasm.”
I am ready for him. Hell, I am willing to beg at this point. I can feel the rush of my blood through my veins, the heat running over my skin, and the wet pooling between my legs. I am soaked. I don’t think I have ever been this primed.
Ever.
“Do you want me to fuck you, cupcake?”
My eyes flew to his. Is he crazy? If he doesn’t fuck me right now, I will probably become the attacker in all of those scenarios he presented. I will throw him down and hump him to death.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me, Tristan,” I whimper as he moves behind me.
His hands roam until they find my breasts, where he squeezes, holding my back firmly against his chest. He guides me back to all fours and teases with his cock at my entrance, rubbing himself along the length of me. I thrust my hips back, trying to get more of him. Anything.
I hear the rumble through his chest as his body tenses, his hands gripping me harder. “Holy shit, woman. I am always amazed at how responsive your body is to me.” In one thrust of his hips, he is seated fully inside me.
I moan when I feel him stroke my clit.
He is fondling and thrusting all while licking the back of my neck. It’s magnificent. I can feel my orgasm building, so I try to chase it by meeting his thrusts with more force.
“You are so fucking tight this way. Fuck,” he whispers.
I need more. I reach down between my legs to take over when he stops.
“Don’t you fucking dare. If anyone is going to get you off, it’s going to be me.”
Tristan’s hands clutch my hips as he pounds harder and harder into me. He is losing his control. He is fucking me like I have never been fucked in my life—and it is remarkable. He reaches over, fists his hand in my hair, and pulls my head back, forcing me to arch my neck and back. He continues his glorious invasion of my body, the
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