Page 6 of Pucked and Pregnant

“You still mad at me about the whole cake thing?”

“Yes.”

He responds by thrusting his tongue into my pussy, and I scream his name. My breath comes in gasps as he works me mercilessly with his tongue and fingers. My heart races as orgasm after orgasm rips through my body.

“I need to fuck you.”

Caleb slides himself up until we’re face to face and kisses me deeply.

“Where do you want me?”

“Chair. Now.”

He plants himself in the kitchen chair before I can even blink.

I want nothing more than to just take what I want from him, but I told him I’d make him pay for it as soon as I saw the message on the cake.

I slip my shirt over my head and toss it over with my other clothes, then walk slowly across the apartment to the kitchen table.

He strokes himself over his pants as he watches me come to him. As soon as I get within a foot, he immediately puts his hands behind the back of the chair.

Seeing him do what I want without me having to utter a word has me drunk off the power of it all.

I undo his tie and use it to tie his hands in place.

As I make my way back to the front of the chair, I grab a wooden spoon off the counter. I run the edge of it lightly up his arm and across his chest until he starts trying to twist his way out of the knots I made. I place the edge of it under his chin and force him to look up at me.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Caleb. I’m going to fuck you with my mouth until your legs are shaking, but you’re not going to come until I say so, understand?”

He nods earnestly.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good boy. And do you know why?”

“Because I laughed at you when you said you’d make me pay.”

“That’s right.”

The spoon falls to the floor with a clatter as I drop to my knees in front of him.

Little goosebumps crop up on his arms as I undo his pants.

Just one look at his hard length tells me he’s already close to the edge. I flick my tongue over the tip of him and his breath catches in his throat.

“If you don’t tell me when you’re close I’m going to leave you tied to this chair all night, got it?”

Whatever he was going to say after yes fractures into a moan as I wrap my lips around his dick. His arms flex as he tries even harder to free himself from my knots, but he doesn’t fight long. His head drops back against the chair as I relax my throat to take him fully inside me, and it isn’t long before I feel the muscles in his thighs tense.

“I’m so close.”

I release him with a pop and straddle his lap. He lets out a low moan when he feels how wet having him in my mouth has made me.

“I know how close you are, but I need you to hold out just a little longer for me. I want us to come together. Can you do that?”

He nods.

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