Carly’s tousled mop of curls bouncing against his stomach. His head fell back against the pillows and he closed his eyes again, letting the dream swirl back around him with the scents of cardamom and melting beeswax.
Carly lowered her head, taking the full length of him. She was doing something amazing with her throat muscles against the head of his cock. Again Adam reached for handfuls of her hair, gripping the silky tresses and wrapping them around his knuckles.
He held her in that position, aware she probably couldn’t breathe with his cock so far down her throat. The dream burned away in the face of Adam’s lust. How long could she hold her breath before she began to struggle and push against him? How obedient was she? Would she let him hold her there until she passed out?
When he let her go, she reared back, sucking in a gasping breath, but then she plunged back down, suckling and stroking his shaft with increased fervor, her silky tresses flying over his skin. Adam felt the rise of an orgasm, his balls tightening with expectation. He realized he didn’t want to come yet.
“Slow down,” he murmured. “Make it last.” He pushed gently at her head, and Carly obeyed, releasing her suckling grip. She began to kiss his cock with closed lips, light, feathery kisses that almost tickled as she moved from head to base and back again.
She was crouched between his spread thighs on the mattress, and now she scooted back, changing her focus to Adam’s balls, which she took one at a time into her mouth, gently licking the sensitive skin. As she moved, Adam felt a hard nipple brush his thigh. His cock twitched as he imagined sucking each nipple in turn to a shiny pink pebble. He started to reach down to pull her up to him so he could do just that, but stopped himself in time. Carly was not his lover, but his paid slave girl, and she was doing the morning task she had been assigned, nothing more.
Letting his eyes close, Adam contented himself with the pleasure of her tongue and soft fingers moving over his cock and balls. He felt her shifting between his legs and she put her hands on his thighs, gently pushing them farther apart. Moving her head lower against him, Adam felt her tongue gliding along his perineum as she pushed up against his thighs with surprising strength.
The touch of her hot, wet tongue against his asshole sent a jolt of confused pleasure rippling through Adam’s loins. Carly rimmed his asshole for several seconds, her hands finding and gripping his shaft and balls as she licked. He hadn’t asked for that. He wasn’t even sure what he thought about it.
He stopped thinking when the tip of her tongue pressed its way past the ring of muscle while her hands continued to milk his cock until he moaned, a low feral sound pulled from somewhere deep inside him.
Carly was moaning too—soft breathy sounds as she licked and stroked him, her hips undulating against the mattress as if she were riding an invisible cock. Forgetting his resolve, Adam reached for the girl, pulling her body upward and twisting her so he could get at the sweetmeat between her legs.
She groaned as he lapped at her silky folds. His nostrils filled with the delicate sweetness of her musk and he gripped her hips to hold her there. Carly was twisting against him, her hot, wet mouth finding his cock. Her lips moved with perfect suction over his throbbing shaft as he buried his face between her legs. He flicked his tongue against the hard nubbin at her center, teasing around it in looping circles until she squealed against his shaft, tremors moving through her body.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she began to cry. And then, “Please, Sir, oh! May I come, oooo…” She closed her lips again around his cock, her body shaking.
Adam stopped his kisses long enough to respond. “Yes. Come for me, slave girl.” She shuddered against him, though her mouth remained sheathed around his shaft. He could feel the pulse at her clit, which was hard as a small
Carly lowered her head, taking the full length of him. She was doing something amazing with her throat muscles against the head of his cock. Again Adam reached for handfuls of her hair, gripping the silky tresses and wrapping them around his knuckles.
He held her in that position, aware she probably couldn’t breathe with his cock so far down her throat. The dream burned away in the face of Adam’s lust. How long could she hold her breath before she began to struggle and push against him? How obedient was she? Would she let him hold her there until she passed out?
When he let her go, she reared back, sucking in a gasping breath, but then she plunged back down, suckling and stroking his shaft with increased fervor, her silky tresses flying over his skin. Adam felt the rise of an orgasm, his balls tightening with expectation. He realized he didn’t want to come yet.
“Slow down,” he murmured. “Make it last.” He pushed gently at her head, and Carly obeyed, releasing her suckling grip. She began to kiss his cock with closed lips, light, feathery kisses that almost tickled as she moved from head to base and back again.
She was crouched between his spread thighs on the mattress, and now she scooted back, changing her focus to Adam’s balls, which she took one at a time into her mouth, gently licking the sensitive skin. As she moved, Adam felt a hard nipple brush his thigh. His cock twitched as he imagined sucking each nipple in turn to a shiny pink pebble. He started to reach down to pull her up to him so he could do just that, but stopped himself in time. Carly was not his lover, but his paid slave girl, and she was doing the morning task she had been assigned, nothing more.
Letting his eyes close, Adam contented himself with the pleasure of her tongue and soft fingers moving over his cock and balls. He felt her shifting between his legs and she put her hands on his thighs, gently pushing them farther apart. Moving her head lower against him, Adam felt her tongue gliding along his perineum as she pushed up against his thighs with surprising strength.
The touch of her hot, wet tongue against his asshole sent a jolt of confused pleasure rippling through Adam’s loins. Carly rimmed his asshole for several seconds, her hands finding and gripping his shaft and balls as she licked. He hadn’t asked for that. He wasn’t even sure what he thought about it.
He stopped thinking when the tip of her tongue pressed its way past the ring of muscle while her hands continued to milk his cock until he moaned, a low feral sound pulled from somewhere deep inside him.
Carly was moaning too—soft breathy sounds as she licked and stroked him, her hips undulating against the mattress as if she were riding an invisible cock. Forgetting his resolve, Adam reached for the girl, pulling her body upward and twisting her so he could get at the sweetmeat between her legs.
She groaned as he lapped at her silky folds. His nostrils filled with the delicate sweetness of her musk and he gripped her hips to hold her there. Carly was twisting against him, her hot, wet mouth finding his cock. Her lips moved with perfect suction over his throbbing shaft as he buried his face between her legs. He flicked his tongue against the hard nubbin at her center, teasing around it in looping circles until she squealed against his shaft, tremors moving through her body.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she began to cry. And then, “Please, Sir, oh! May I come, oooo…” She closed her lips again around his cock, her body shaking.
Adam stopped his kisses long enough to respond. “Yes. Come for me, slave girl.” She shuddered against him, though her mouth remained sheathed around his shaft. He could feel the pulse at her clit, which was hard as a small
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