She broke off when his tongue slipped over her clit.
“Then why isn’t he fucking you, lovely Anne?” He
lapped at her some more. “Why isn’t it him on his knees in front of you? Why
isn’t it his tongue buried in your cunt?” Chase suckled her clit into
his mouth and held it between his teeth gently while his tongue worked her.
She couldn’t answer him. She didn’t want to, because she’d
have to speak the words, admit to him that he was the only one she wanted.
That she loved him.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Anne demanded, her tone harsher than
she meant it to be, unable to hide the anger at him and herself for feeling
these things.
“I want your cum on my lips first.”
Anne shuddered and carded her fingers through his hair,
bringing him closer to her needy cunt. She let go of every emotion roiling
through her, determined only to feel in the moment. To bask in every sensation
his body could wring out of hers.
His tongue delved into her slick folds, flicking back up over
her clit and working the bud until she was shuddering against him, coming
against his mouth as he’d demanded.
“How many times did I make you come today, Anne?” he
murmured as he licked his lips and moved up her body to her breasts, her throat
and finally her mouth.
He kissed her hard and she tasted herself on his lips and
tongue.
She pushed off the table. “On your back, Donovan.”
Chase laughed against her mouth and sank down onto a bright
blue tarp that had probably been laid out on the floor of the shed for just
this purpose. Her eyes were drawn to his cock, swollen and dark against his
chiseled stomach.
She straddled him, teasing her cunt back and forth down the
length of shaft. When he moved his hands up to guide her hips, Anne grabbed his
wrists and pushed them above his head.
“Don’t touch. It’s my turn.”
With his great strength, he could have easily broken her
hold and freed her hands. He could have grabbed her hips and she’d have
followed his lead and probably come again. Chase played her body so well.
But he didn’t do any of those things. He surrendered to her,
put himself into her keeping.
Anne worked her way down his body, trailing her lips over
rippling muscle and smooth, hot skin. When her breath fanned over the crown of
his cock, his hips bucked, bringing his shaft to her mouth.
Her tongue darted out across the velvety tip, tasting where
she’d rubbed herself on him and the pearly fluid of his pre-cum. When she
closed her mouth over him and took his cock deep into her mouth, his whole body
tensed and strained to push farther.
She loved that she had this power over him too, that for all
the control she felt she’d surrendered to him, he’d done the same for her. Anne
wrapped her hand around his shaft and continued to lick and suck at his
engorged flesh, her cunt aching as she did, readying her to be fucked yet
again.
Anne performed every swipe of her tongue with relish, every
motion of her hand up and down his thick shaft a gift.
“Let me touch you,” he rasped.
“No. I can’t think when you do. This is about what I can do
to you now, Chase.” Anne had to get some control back. She already felt like a
puppet, with him jerking the strings.
“It’s always about what you do to me. Watching you come,
tasting it, feeling your cunt clenching around my cock while you scream my
name…there’s nothing better.”
She shivered as his words washed over her. “Be quiet or I’ll
gag you. I’m in control here,” Anne said, more to reassure herself than
actually instruct him.
“Do you want to tie me up?”
“I said, be quiet .” Anne knew the only way to make
him stop talking and to finish what she’d started was to put something in his
mouth. So she crawled off his body and then moved to straddle him so that her
knees were braced outside his shoulders, and she could continue teasing his cock
while he licked her to another orgasm.
Anne took her time, licking him, tasting him. She
“Then why isn’t he fucking you, lovely Anne?” He
lapped at her some more. “Why isn’t it him on his knees in front of you? Why
isn’t it his tongue buried in your cunt?” Chase suckled her clit into
his mouth and held it between his teeth gently while his tongue worked her.
She couldn’t answer him. She didn’t want to, because she’d
have to speak the words, admit to him that he was the only one she wanted.
That she loved him.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Anne demanded, her tone harsher than
she meant it to be, unable to hide the anger at him and herself for feeling
these things.
“I want your cum on my lips first.”
Anne shuddered and carded her fingers through his hair,
bringing him closer to her needy cunt. She let go of every emotion roiling
through her, determined only to feel in the moment. To bask in every sensation
his body could wring out of hers.
His tongue delved into her slick folds, flicking back up over
her clit and working the bud until she was shuddering against him, coming
against his mouth as he’d demanded.
“How many times did I make you come today, Anne?” he
murmured as he licked his lips and moved up her body to her breasts, her throat
and finally her mouth.
He kissed her hard and she tasted herself on his lips and
tongue.
She pushed off the table. “On your back, Donovan.”
Chase laughed against her mouth and sank down onto a bright
blue tarp that had probably been laid out on the floor of the shed for just
this purpose. Her eyes were drawn to his cock, swollen and dark against his
chiseled stomach.
She straddled him, teasing her cunt back and forth down the
length of shaft. When he moved his hands up to guide her hips, Anne grabbed his
wrists and pushed them above his head.
“Don’t touch. It’s my turn.”
With his great strength, he could have easily broken her
hold and freed her hands. He could have grabbed her hips and she’d have
followed his lead and probably come again. Chase played her body so well.
But he didn’t do any of those things. He surrendered to her,
put himself into her keeping.
Anne worked her way down his body, trailing her lips over
rippling muscle and smooth, hot skin. When her breath fanned over the crown of
his cock, his hips bucked, bringing his shaft to her mouth.
Her tongue darted out across the velvety tip, tasting where
she’d rubbed herself on him and the pearly fluid of his pre-cum. When she
closed her mouth over him and took his cock deep into her mouth, his whole body
tensed and strained to push farther.
She loved that she had this power over him too, that for all
the control she felt she’d surrendered to him, he’d done the same for her. Anne
wrapped her hand around his shaft and continued to lick and suck at his
engorged flesh, her cunt aching as she did, readying her to be fucked yet
again.
Anne performed every swipe of her tongue with relish, every
motion of her hand up and down his thick shaft a gift.
“Let me touch you,” he rasped.
“No. I can’t think when you do. This is about what I can do
to you now, Chase.” Anne had to get some control back. She already felt like a
puppet, with him jerking the strings.
“It’s always about what you do to me. Watching you come,
tasting it, feeling your cunt clenching around my cock while you scream my
name…there’s nothing better.”
She shivered as his words washed over her. “Be quiet or I’ll
gag you. I’m in control here,” Anne said, more to reassure herself than
actually instruct him.
“Do you want to tie me up?”
“I said, be quiet .” Anne knew the only way to make
him stop talking and to finish what she’d started was to put something in his
mouth. So she crawled off his body and then moved to straddle him so that her
knees were braced outside his shoulders, and she could continue teasing his cock
while he licked her to another orgasm.
Anne took her time, licking him, tasting him. She
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