Page 318 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“No, it’s not.” He unfastened his jeans.

For all that she hadn’t known how to handle the sensations rocketing through her mere seconds ago, her eyes locked on hishand and his fly, the hunger inside her rocketing that much hotter and higher. Her womb pulsed, spasms rippling through her sex, the wetness flowing as he pulled out the hard jut of his cock.

“I’m the one who says how much is too much. Unless you have something specific to say to me, I’m the one who decides what, when, and where. Open your mouth.”

His cock was huge from this angle. Thick and veiny, a tiny drop of moisture was welling from the mushroom tip as he angled it toward her mouth.

“I’m going to teach you to suck cock,” he said when she hesitantly opened her mouth.

“You did that on the yacht.”

He chuckled malevolently.

“No, little girl, I fucked your mouth. I did all the work and pleasured myself. You’re going to learn to pleasure me.”

“Oh, okay,” she quavered.

“Okay?” His grip in her hair tightened again, and for the first time, the ferocity of his expression faltered, replaced with a quirk of a smile and a glint of humor. “Yes, Sir,” he supplied. “I own you in this bed. I want to hear that deference when you speak to me.”

“Oh, okay.”

Christian growled.

“Sorry, yes, Sir,” she said, testing how it felt to say that to him. The weight of him sitting on her chest was comfortable. Her nipples were peaked and hard as diamonds beneath the rough denim of his jeans. When he fisted his cock, she couldn’t help but watch the stroke of his own fingers. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting that clear drop as it trickled off the head of him. She’d liked the taste of him when he’d come in her mouth the first time.

“Rule number one,” he told her, “don’t bite. The rest you can figure out as we go. Open.”

The taste of him was better than she remembered. He slid in over her tongue into the back of her throat, stopping just before she choked. She almost let go of the headrail in her moment of panic to keep him from going too deep.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Relax your jaw and your throat. Your mouth belongs to me, and I’m going to fuck it. We’ll start slow, but when I think you’re ready, I’m going to go hard and deep. Just relax and concentrate on your breathing. If you find you can’t, trust me. I’ll take care of you, right?” Said the man with his cock pushed all the way to the back of her tonsils.

“Ah-ha,” she replied, just trying not to drool.

As it turned out, he could have cared less. Holding her head pinned to the headrail, he used her mouth to his own pleasure, thrusting slowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling, sometimes withdrawing far enough to instruct her how to lick, when and where to suck and tease. She liked the taste of the clear, salty drop that kept leaking from him. She liked the softness of his skin wrapped so tightly around the hardness of his length. She liked the veins, the ridges feeling good moving along her lips whenever he leaned her back and just pumped. Most important of all, she loved the look on his face. His expression darkened, his eyes closing for longer periods of time, and his breath catching in grunts as his movements quickened.

True to his word, he took it slow, but all too soon, when he pushed into her, he was pushing all the way into the back of the throat, tripping her gag reflex, making the drooling worse, making her nose and her eyes run. Cutting off her air, time and time again, yet if she could have let go of the headrail, she’d have shoved her hand between her legs and come to the desperate strokes of her own fingers.

He suddenly pulled out of her, rolling off her altogether. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her halfway down to the foot of the bed, breaking her grip with the headrail. The belt only offered the most token resistance before releasing her, just as she’d thought. She didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. Hooking his arms under her knees, he bent her legs back onto her chest as he moved into position.

She caught her breath when she felt the prodding of his cock, sliding along her slit. She was so wet when he lunged forward, it only took changing the motion of his hips for him to slide in. It wasn’t deep but enough for her to feel the difference between his thumbs and the head of his cock.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice little more than a rasp. “You’re going to try to be quiet, but I don’t think you’re going to make it. So, I’m going to cover your mouth. Do you want to say the word? Are you tempted to say it, even a little?”

“More,” she half-whispered and half-moaned.

“Oh….” He shook his head, dissolving into breathless chuckles. “Princess…”

The pulsing of his cock amplified the pulsing she could feel inside herself. She felt stretched so much on his length, even though she knew he wasn’t near as deep as he could be—as he would be in just a few heartbeats more.

“If you want me to stop, just stick your tongue against my fingers. That’s the new safeword for as long as my hand is over your mouth. Got it?”

“More, more, more, mor?—”

He clapped his hand over her mouth and in a single hard surge, gave her exactly what she was begging for. The loss of her maidenhead hadn’t been half as great as the shock of suddenly being filled to the hilt. She grabbed the bed with clawing hands, her hips bucking in revolt of the rest of her to meet him halfway.

She gasped, almost screamed, yet her ass had a mind of its own. Her hips were writhing, fighting under his weight to make him thrust again.

“Hold still,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Hold still, baby… fuck…fuck!”

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