Page 16 of Unwrap Me

The small intermission of him getting undressed gives me a chance to breathe, my brain slowly unwinding from the riled-up state he has me in. But not so much to alleviate my arousal, because the sight of Chris taking off his clothes is sexy in its own right. Not to mention, his perfectly cut body looks like he was chiseled from stone, with the perfect smattering of gray chest hair I want to claw into. With my desperation eased, I want to toy with him a bit more, and that thought alone has my hands twitching in my lap to touch him. He drops his pants, taking his boxes along with them, the rest of his clothes landing on the pile. Finally, he’s naked in all his glory, hovering over me like a god.

It’s huge.

His cock is bigger than any I’ve ever seen. For a moment, I have half a mind to call the whole thing off. There’s no way that thing is fitting inside me. But then I can feel how wet I am, and my pussy reacts to the sight in front of him by pulsing. I want him to fuck me, that’s for sure. I’ll make it fit.

When my tongue darts across my lips, Chris groans.

“I like seeing you like this, needy and waiting for me. Especially when you’re on your knees.” He hisses out a breath, giving his length a stroke. “You look so beautiful like that, baby girl.”

“Then fuck me already.”

He chuckles loudly. “There’s that dirty mouth again.” His palm finds my chin with a pinch, angling my face so I’m staring right into his eyes. “Don’t forget, this is still a punishment. I’m going to be rough with you. But you can take it, can’t you, baby girl?”

“Stop talking.” I watch the twinkle in his eye when I sass him. He likes it as much as I do. “And just do it already.”

“Oh, sweet girl.” He grins, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re gonna regret that.”

I don’t have a chance to retort because his hand moves to the back of my head, wrapping my hair around his fist and tugging backward, forcing me to arch my back into a lewd position. My tits are jutting out, and he brings his free hand to one of them, tweaking my nipple between his fingers and making me yelp.

“Give me a color,” he growls, and I can’t help but think he’s nearing the edge of his control, and I really want to see what it looks like when he loses it.

“Green.”

He doesn’t ask again. Doesn’t wait for anything else. Just brings his cock to my lips and says, “Open.”

I do. Opening wide as he pushes inside.

“Get it wet, baby girl,” he orders above me, his length twitching between my lips, leaking a drop of precum that I suck down. “You’re gonna need it.”

I do my best to wet his dick with my saliva, even as embarrassment heats my cheeks when drool trails down my chin and Chris praises me for being so sloppy.

“Atta girl.” His hand loosens its grip, and he moves on to petting me instead, his hand running through my hair as he tells me how well I’m doing, how perfectly I take him, how good my pretty mouth feels. The action warms me, a sweet haze drifting over me and coating my brain in a thick fog. I work harder, spitting on his cock and using my hand to lube his length.

“Put your hands behind your back and relax your jaw,” he orders, and that relaxed part of my brain takes over, silencing the part of me that wants to mouth off, and instead I obey. “Mmm… Good girl,” he praises, and warmth floods my core.

He starts slow, thrusting between my lips without pushing his whole length into my mouth. The tip touches the back of my throat, but I don’t immediately gag, which seems to encourage Chris to keep going. Within a few strokes, he’s pushing the whole way back, groaning as he reaches the back of my throat.

“I’m going to fuck your face now, and you’re going to take it because you know that’s what a bratty little slut like you deserves. Isn’t it?”

I don’t respond, my mouth too full, but apparently, that’s not a good enough excuse because Chris’s palm strikes my cheek. It’s not enough to hurt, really, but just enough to remind me that he wants a verbal answer, even if my mouth is full of him.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say around his cock, the words coming out garbled.

“Good girl.” He strokes my head before he begins to thrust, pushing himself to the back of my throat and making me gag before pulling back and restarting the process.

“Look at me,” he demands after I try to close my eyes for a brief second. They pop open, meeting his gaze. “You look so pretty like that, with your eyes glassy, taking my cock down your throat.”

A bolt of electricity pulses down my spine and straight to my throbbing clit. I’m so turned on for a moment, I wonder if it’s possible to come without stimulation, but I know I won’t even if it was. My body is primed and desperate for a touch only he can give.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He continues to work himself in and out of my mouth, and I take it all. Squeezing my hands together behind my back, I focus on relaxing my jaw as he uses me.

“Fuck,” he groans, finally pulling out of my mouth with a pop. There’s red lipstick on his dick and a string of saliva connecting it to my mouth. Chris grins as he uses his hand to smear it on my face. I assumed my lipstick was smudged before this, but now I know it is. Paired with the tears that leaked from my eyes, I’m sure my mascara has run with it. “What a messy girl you are.” He chuckles.

“Such a pretty little mess for me,” Chris muses, the degradation mixing with the praise in the most satisfying way. “I think I finally tamed the last of that brat, what do you think?” He looks down at me, meeting my eyes as he waits for the answer.

“Yes, Daddy.” My bratty side is still there, but she’s overcome with the aching need to come, willing to silence herself for a moment if it means she might get what she wants.

“Good girl.” He straightens himself, rock-hard length jutting out in front of me. “Do you think you earned my cock, baby girl?”

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