Page 74 of The Gamma's Second Chance

She pauses for only a moment, then spins—slowly—giving me a wonderful presentation of her gorgeous naked body. Herround breasts, her cute ass, and her long, smooth legs all fight for the attention of my eyes. But I’m focused on that spot at the top of her thighs as she plants her feet on the floor, lowers her upper body onto the mattress, and spreads her thighs, showcasing her beautiful, dripping wet pussy to me.

“Goddess, look at you.” I stalk up behind her, eyes locked on that delightful, glistening pussy. “Were you thinking about my cock in your mouth all day?”

She nods, the movement frantic and needy. “Yes.”

My palms skim up the back of her thighs, my thumb stroking over the first letter of my rewritten name on her skin, barely visible between her spread legs. She moans, her neck arching off the bed, and I chuckle.

“So eager and so naughty.” I swipe my fingertip between her lower lips and raise it to my mouth, sucking her wetness off the tip as I hold her green and gold gaze. “And sweet as sin, too.” My hands massage her butt, and my thumb plays with her puckered hole, teasing the outside of it. “I can’t wait to play with your pretty little ass.” She clenches, and her fingers grapple with the sheets, a shiver of anticipation rippling over her. “Not tonight. Tonight, I have to punish you. But I’ll do it soon. I promise.”

I deliver two swift smacks to her ass cheeks. The sharp sounds and her answering yelp are satisfying as fuck. I soothe the sting with my hands, caressing the now pink cheeks and grazing my thumb over her pussy lips. Her clit pulses when I reach it, and I bite my lip, my body tensing as I keep myself from dropping to my knees behind her to taste her. Her scent fills the room, decadent and heavy, and my dick twitches again.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” I order her, moving around the foot of the bed and removing my clothes as I go.

She scrambles to get into position, desperate to listen and be ready for me when I reach the other side. Her breasts sway and bounce with her movements, and she watches me as I stripmyself, her pupils wide and her lips parted as she catches her breath. Her back curves slightly, lifting her ass into the air, and her nipples are harder than ever, pointing at the mattress and almost begging me to play with them.

But she’s been naughty, and I have to follow through on my promise to punish her lying little mouth.

I am a male of my word, after all.

I climb onto the bed and position myself on my knees in front of her. I smooth her hair back with my hands, then cup her cheeks, holding her in place as I rock my hips forward and tease her mouth with the tip of my rock-hard dick. Just once before I ask, “Are you ready?”

She gazes up at me through her long, thick lashes, keeping eye contact with me as she opens her mouth and takes me in. Only the head at first, her tongue swirling around it and her fingers curling into the covers as I grip her face tighter.

I guess that’s her answer.

“Fuck…” The word leaves my mouth in a long groan that turns into a hiss of pleasure.

My hips rock forward in a slow rhythm, nudging my dick further into her mouth which each pulse. I grit my teeth, and every muscle in my body tenses as she takes in more of me, her jaw relaxing and moans of her own enjoyment vibrating around my cock. Further and further into her mouth I push, until my tip brushes the back of her throat.

I hold us there for a moment, staring down at her, both of us breathing through the intense pleasure and the overwhelming sensuality of being together this way. Her eyes shine, and I caress her face, using my eyes and my touches to tell her what I can’t yet put into words.

My hips shift backwards, and then I drive them forward, pounding into her mouth vigorously. Her body rocks with my thrusts, her tits dancing, and her hands white-knuckling theblankets, but she holds my gaze and takes everything I give her. Her eyes glitter with a mix of lust and trust, and I know I won’t last long with the way her pink lips feel like paradise around my dick and the way she looks like pure sin while I’m fucking her pretty mouth.

She’s sheer perfection, and she’s all mine.

All fucking mine.

I growl and thrust harder, my mental claim on her bringing me closer to my release. Her breathing speeds up, and her body quivers, her thighs inching closer together as her eyes plead with mine.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” I ask, flicking my eyes towards her lower half, which I know is as desperate for an orgasm as I am. She nods the best she can with my cock stuffed in her mouth, and I chuckle. “I don’t know… you did tell me a lie.” Her brows furrow into a frustrated frown, and I laugh harder. “Don’t even pretend like I’m wrong. You lied to me about lying to me. You didn’t hustle us. You just wanted me to fuck your mouth, didn’t you?”

Her hand slams onto the mattress, and her eyes shut for a second, but I yank on her ponytail to get her attention on me again. “Don’t worry. You’ll get to come too. But only when I want you to, and only by my hand.”

She exhales through her nose and nods once more, and I resume my fucking of her mouth.

I’m so close. I could slow down and drag it out, using her mouth for my satisfaction for as long as I want. Her submissiveness is sensuous, and it’s so tempting to enjoy dominating her like this all night. But I want to watch her fall apart too. I need to see her face as she experiences pure bliss at the tips of my fingers. Nothing compares to her beauty when she finds release.

I slam my dick in all the way and groan as it pulses, and my cum shoots down her throat. Her eyes close, and she moans around me, swallowing every drop I give her. I hold her in place, my hips twitching with each wave of euphoria that washes over me, keeping my dick in her mouth until my orgasm ends.

Her tongue swirls around my cock as I remove it, prompting it to pulse one last time, and she greedily sucks the cum from me. “Fuck!” I exclaim, yanking her off and tugging her onto my lap as I sit back on my heels.

My fingers weave into her hair, and I remove the elastic from her ponytail, letting it tumble down her back and around her shoulders in large, loose waves. I yank the hair at her nape, tilting her chin up, and kiss down her throat as my other hand curls around her ass and my fingers thrust up into her pussy. She’s tight, wet, and warm, and I groan against her neck as she yells my name to the ceiling, her nails scratching across my naked shoulder blades.

“That’s it,” I say, pumping my fingers into her as hard as I can. Her breasts bounce as she rocks against me, rubbing her clit on my skin. “Just like that, Cassandra. Goddess, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I shake my head and clamp my mouth onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. It will fade by morning, but I don’t care. All I care about is leaving some type of mark on her—my name on her thigh, my cum in her pussy, my bruises on her skin, or my hickey on her neck. They all may be temporary, but it’s the only way to satisfy my need to claim her.

She continues grinding herself against me, her nipples brushing my chest, her body writhing in a magnificent erotic dance in my lap. Tension creeps into her muscles; my arm wraps around her, and I draw her in tighter, cupping her ass while continuing the thrusting of my other hand, tearing my mouth from her neck so I can watch her face as she falls apart. Sheshivers, her pink lips drop open into a perfect “O,” and her pussy pulsates around my fingers, drawing them in further with each wave of her orgasm. I push them in deeper as well, ruthless while fingering her pussy, wringing every drop of bliss from her and claiming it for myself.

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