Page 35 of Love on the Run

“Yes, Sensei.” Swallowing visibly, she takes the bra placing it along with the shirt on top of the pants.

I can’t help watching in fascination the way her throat moves, knowing exactly how I want to reinforce her correction.

“You will kneel for me.” I bite back a growl watching how fucking forlorn and lost she looks. The sick motherfucker that I am loves that shit. I’ll have her tears next.

“Crawl,” I say as soon as she assumes the position so prettily. Docile, a supplicant. Soft. Feminine. Mine.

“Come to me.” I emphasize the statement with a flick of my finger. My Hana beautifully obeys.

On her knees, she bows low, arching her back at a delicious angle, keeping her plump ass high and face low to the ground like a good little sub.

“Good girl.” My gaze trains on her when she stops resting her hand on my knees. She’s such a pretty little thing, just so fucking eager to please me.

“You’re beautiful on your knees, Hana.”

Damn if she doesn’t preen. She was made for this. Maybe this is what we were missing. What she longed for but didn’t know how to ask, thinking I’d be displeased. A better husband would have saw her need to submit. He would have given her what sheneeded. There is no time for recrimination. We are here now. I will give her what she needs so badly. What she craves.

Leaning down, I cup her chin tilting it until her eyes reach mine. “Hana, would you like to please me now?”

She swallows visibly. “Yes, Sensei.” Her voice is melodious, sensual, yet so needy.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” My dick pulses when the dark honey pools of her eyes darken more.

“Yes, Sensei.”

“Let me taste.” Reclining back, I watch as she slips her hand between her legs and delve inside her slick pussy lips. She brings her honey drenched digits up. They glisten with her essence. Leaning forward I cover them with my mouth sucking every bit off her fingers. She is delicious.

“So fucking good, Hana.” Praise falls from my lips and twists my heart.

My gaze dips, locking on her throat. So delicate. Reaching out I cover her neck feeling the quivering tendons spasm under the pressure of my hands as I squeeze.

“Swallow for me.” Precum stains my slacks as she does. “Hell, yeah.”

Releasing her, my hands curl into fists as I rest them at my side. She’s so sensitive so my needs. Such a good little subslut. There’s no hesitation in her movements as she reaches for my belt slipping it free. Within seconds she’s unzipped and freed my dick from the confines of my pants.

Her mouth is salvation covering me in its hot, soft depths. She sucks me deep. Taking me as far as she can with no hesitation. She’s committed. She sucks my dick with a single purpose — to please me. Minutes pass as I let her lavish my dick with the paise of her tongue. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my damn toes curl when she sucks my balls into her mouth. They oscillate on her tongue as she switches them backand forth in a dance only she knows. I don’t care as long as she doesn’t stop. It feels so motherfucking good. She has me ready to give her the world. If she knows it, she doesn’t exploit it. She just continues to love on me, tasting me like I’ve her favorite dessert.

Lifting, I push my pants down giving her access to all of me. She licks beneath my sac the way I’ve come to love.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan. My dick is standing hard, glistening. The head is darker than plumb. I’m not prone to begging, so I bite back the words. Instead. I grab the hair she’s secured in a messy bun dragging her ass back to her prize.

As soon as she covers me. I start fucking her face. I’m not mad but I fuck her mouth like I hate her — perhaps I do. It doesn’t matter at the moment because she commands me. I am hers.

“Come on, take it,” I urge her. Adjusting her angle, she positions herself so I have better access to her throat but it’s too late. I’m a man possessed. I switch coming off the sofa. I tower over her. Forcing her head back against the cushions. I put a knee on the sofa caging her. She tilts her head back opening wide for me.

Gripping her hair, I thrust into her mouth fucking her throat. The way she fucking takes me, pushing through the gag. Hot damn. She takes as much of this dick as she can, letting me have her throat.

“Take my dick, Hana. Take it all,” I groan, looking into the beautiful eyes begging me to forgive her, love her again. So soft, so good, so fucking sorry.

My nuts tighten. “Take my come down your pretty throat,” I growl, fucking her face. Her eyes flare. She moans, sucking as my come shoots in hot spurts down her throat. I come so hard it spills out of the corners of he lips and down unto her breasts.

Pulling free, I rip my shirt off, then drag her up and onto the floor in front of the couch. Pushing her legs wide I feast my eyes on her lush, wet pussy.

Pulling those thick ass thighs over my shoulder, I bury my head in her pussy. She cries my name so prettily when I cover her with my mouth. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I swirl it with my tongue flicking it in slow methodical strokes. She clamps her thighs around my head fucking my face in return. It’s like her pussy becomes sweeter when she climaxes. I groan. My dick is already getting hard again as she comes over my tongue.

She barely has time to recover before I cover her entirely, lifting her thighs higher. Relentlessly I fuck into her tight, lush pussy. I go slow, knowing how hard I used her last night. Still, she urges me, begging for more so prettily in Japanese. “Yes, yes, Sensei. More please, more.”

“I can deny you nothing, Hana.” I say giving her what she needs. “You’re my good little fucktoy, huh?” I manacle her neck loving how her pupils bow wide in pleasure.

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