Page 61 of The Passion

Stopping and sitting back up, I take his hands and lay them back beside him on the bed.

“Ah-ah. You don’t get to touch until I say so.” The fire in his eyes tells me he both loves and hates that at the same time.

“You want to torture me?” He rolls his hips under me to try to show me he still has some power.

“No, I want you to submit to me and let me take complete control.” I’m shocked at the words coming out of my mouth and the confidence and determination in the way I said it. But I know where they are coming from. I feel so lost in my life right now that I just want one moment where I feel so completely in control, and I know this is a safe place to ask for it.

“Princess, you don’t understand, you always have control over me, whether I’m submitting to you or not. Take what you need from me tonight. I’m yours.”

There’s water pooling in my eyes, but I’m determined not to let it escape listening to his words.

It takes a real man not to be threatened by a strong woman.

Flynn has shown me time and time again the kind of man he is. He knows when to be my protector and stand in front of any oncoming storm. But he has no issue with standing to the side of me, or a step behind me if needed. I never knew how much I wanted a man like him, until now.

I don’t want him to see how emotional I feel, so instead, I take what I want.

Dropping my mouth down, I take his cock that is standing to attention deep into my throat. My tongue slides up the bulging veins on the underside of it as I slowly suck until it pops from my mouth. The tortured hiss that I hear makes the tears in my eyes disappear, and my inner sexy devil rises to the surface.

Looking up, I see his eyes focused on me with his laser precision.

“Like that?” I ask as I start to swirl my tongue around his tip and taste his cum that is already dribbling from him again; it’s salty and all man.

“You know I do.”

I take his balls in my hand and roll them as I slide my tongue down his length again and squeeze with just enough pressure on my handful that he calls out.

“Fuckkkk!”

“No, you don’t get that yet.” I use my other hand to grasp the base of his cock and start to move slowly up and down. My tongue continues to work over his tip, swirling the sensitive rim, in and out of his slit that has him struggling to keep his body on the bed.

Flynn is trying so hard to restrain himself, and the noises he makes are just fueling my fire to take him further.

“Close your eyes.” I want him to feel everything more intensely.

“No.” His growl is intense. “Want to see you… take my cock… in that wicked… little… mouth.”

“Do as you’re told or I stop.” I release him from my hands, my mouth just hovering, close enough he can feel my breath on his sensitive tip but not one ounce of satisfaction.

“No… don’t stop. Please, baby.” And now he begs.

“You know what to do.” The smile of satisfaction on my face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyelids reluctantly, but only for a split second, because the moment they are closed, I take him whole, all the way to the back of my throat. I try to relax my gag reflex to be able to take a man his size. They say size doesn’t matter, it’s what they can do with it, and I agree. But Flynn is a unicorn, who has the size and magical ways of using it.

His hands grip into tight fists in the bedding, and he’s trying so hard not to let go. His groans are getting louder and more desperate, and I’m not ready to let him finish yet.

Licking the drops of cum off his tip, I lean up and kiss him on the lips then whisper in his ear.

“Lick your lips and taste yourself.” He does as he is asked while I slowly lick the sweat off his skin on my way back to his cock that is almost purple it’s so engorged and aroused.

“Rather you be coming on my mouth,” he spits out with frustration.

“This isn’t about what you want.” The truth is, this is about him and bringing him pleasure. The delayed gratification will make it all worth the pain. And that’s what’s giving me satisfaction. Him being so sexually frustrated is what is turning us both on.

His hips are now starting to roll, and his knuckles are white on the bed. Breath racing and the tendons in his neck bulging like he is on the edge.

I’m also dripping wet and feel so aroused just watching him that I want more too. Giving him one more long slow suck up his cock, I then rise above him, and without caring anymore, I take him inside me, bare. I trust him, and I want to feel him in all his glory tonight. I need it, and I’ve got the contraception covered.

The sensation is too much for Flynn. His eyes opening wide, his hands are on my waist and gripping so hard there will be marks.

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