Page 14 of Stuck With His Mate

I was wrong. It could get better. A lot better.

Williem picks me off the counter and carries me to his bedroom. I quiver in anticipation.

Sex with Williem effortlessly dwarfs anything I had experienced or imagined. After my first couple of sexual encounters, I had given up on experiencing anything like the full body orgasms written about in books, and portrayed in movies, content to rely on my trusty vibrator.

Concluding that sex was overrated, I had focused on other things and only used it when I felt too stressed.

Now everything I thought I knew had been thrown out the window, and I couldn’t be happier to have my worldview shattered.

I am pulled out of my reverie when Williem carefully tosses me on the bed. I roll to my side so I can maintain eye contact with him, waiting for what will come next.

“My Angelina. It is time for you to return the favor. I want to feel your mouth on me.”

“Tell me how to make you feel good, Liem. And I’ll do it for you.” I tell him, and it is not until I’ve said it that I realize I am unconsciously mirroring his earlier statement to me. I unbutton the shirt I have on in a hurry, tossing it to the side.

Williem undresses with efficiency, and to me, it feels like a strip tease. I watch him take off his jacket, and then the shirt underneath. He has my rapt attention, and I watch, completely engrossed as he starts taking his belt off.

Noticing my gaze pinned on him, Williem slows down, ironically speeding my breathing and heart rate at the same time.

He looks amazing, with sculpted pecs and ripped muscles highlighting a body that belongs to one of the Olympians. His six pack flexes as he whips off his belt, and my eyes follow its movement.

“Come, unzip me Angelina.” He commands, and although his authoritative tone would normally rub me the wrong way, now all it does is heighten my arousal and I lean over to do it. He unbuttons his slack right before I do that, and they drop off his body.

His cock strains against his briefs, hard as iron, and impatient as I am, I make demands of my own.

“Stop teasing Liem. Take it all off, I need to taste you.” I say, meaning every word of it. Williem complies, and in a couple of seconds he stands before me in his full naked glory, virile and all male.

I shuffle to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs so Williem once again stands between them in front of me, knees touching the side of the bed, and then I take him in hand.

He is much more than just impressive, huge and I stroke him in a way that is almost reverent. I am filled with trepidation as I look at his size. His cock is over eight inches, and I doubt my ability to take all of him.

He feels amazing, like steel wrapped in silk, firm and soft all at once. I pucker my lips, placing them on his flared mushroom head; Lathering it with and generously coating it, I keep doing what I imagine feels good, and his encouragement tells me I am on the right track.

I kiss along his length next, intent on pleasing him and making him feel as good as he had done to me. Opening my mouth wide, I swallow as he pushes in, covering my teeth with my lips so I don’t graze his length.

“Gods, you feel good, darling” Liem praises, reveling in the warmth and wetness as my mouth envelopes his cock. Pleasing him excites me, and the moisture between my legs increases, with a droplet forming and rolling down my thighs.

I have to clench my legs together so I can focus on Williem but it doesn’t work, and before I know it, I am working a hand between my thighs to play with my pussy.

Rubbing my clit as I suck on him helps me deal with the stress of wanting him. Unconsciously I increase the pace of both my rubbing and sucking, thrusting his cock in my mouth over and over again, faster and faster, pushing myself closer to the edge of the cliff to orgasm.

I moan out my pleasure, but it just translates to vibrations on his rigid length.

“That feels amazing, Angelina. You’re going to have me coming down your throat.”

“I can’t decide if I should just let go now, or seed you like I plan to” He adds, painting a vivid picture in my head, pushing me over the edge.

I am coming.

Williem pulls his cock out my mouth right before I start coming; which I have to admit is very smart. I don’t know if I would have retained complete control of my jaws when in the grip of my orgasm.

Williem lies next to me on the bed, and caresses me as I recover from my orgasm. He kisses me, whispering endearments and sweet nothings into my ear as I regain control of my limbs.

I want to jump right back into the fray and continue where we left off but he refuses, telling me I need a break.

“Take some time darling, I am here, and I’m still going to be here an hour from now. We can take this as fast, or as slow as you need to.” He tells me.

“I know that Liem, but I mean it when I say I am aching right now, and I need your cock in me.” I confess, watching his cock jerk at my words.

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