Page 18 of You're Mine Now

I blushed a deep crimson and thanked God he couldn’t see my face. Then, all of a sudden, he was up at the headboard again, pulling me toward him, onto his lap so my legs straddled his sides. His cock stood at attention, inches away from my opening.

His expression commanded attention as he took in my naked body, licking his lips.

“Now ride my cock. I want to see those tits bounce while I’m fucking you.”

“I can’t,” I whispered.

His brow rose in a silent question.

“It hurts. You’re so big… I need a break.”

I was spent after my own orgasm, taking his cock for what felt like hours.

He only chuckled, shaking his head, and my heart sank.

“You’re tired? Too bad. You’ll keep going till I’ve had my fill. And I’m not sure I’ll ever be done with you.”

My pulse raced, and I shut my eyes, forcing the tiredness away. There was no getting away from him. I positioned myself on top, ready to do as he said. I slowly lowered myself down his shaft, gasping as his cock filled me up, my pussy throbbing, aching. His eyes darted between the spot our bodies connected and my breasts, which had already begun to sway gently as I rode him.

He gripped my hips tight, growling as his fingers dug into my flesh. I whimpered in pain as he smacked my ass with one hand, another reaching up to cup my breast.

“Bounce on it,” he instructed. “Go faster. I want that cock buried deep inside you, to see those tits shake like crazy.”

I took a deep breath as I quickened my pace, moaning and whimpering as I rode him. My thighs straddled him tight, my pussy clenching his cock, feeling like it was going to cut off his circulation. His hips met mine in tandem thrusts, his breathing rapid as he groaned. My breasts were wild now, bouncing up and down uncontrollably, making me ache. I knew he’d almost come when he suddenly pulled out of me, rising to his knees, holding the base of his cock tight.

“Get down. On your back like a good slut,” he instructed.

I scrambled up to the headboard, lying down, my eyes looking up as he approached me on his knees, cock in hand. He jerked it slowly while his eyes roamed my body. He smacked my left breast with his cock, pinching my nipple with his finger.

“Ow!” I yelled out, but he only smirked.

“Fucking beautiful body. Perfect big tits, this tiny waist.”

His hands cupped my breasts on either side as he slid his cock between them.

“Stick your tongue out, lick my head while I’m fucking your tits,” he commanded, his voice thick with need.

I opened my mouth, my tongue reaching for the head of his cock. I swirled it slowly, savoring the way his sharp intake of breath made my skin prickle. His head fell back, a low groan spilling from his lips.

“Oh fuuuuck,” he murmured, releasing my breasts to press his thumb on my chin, forcing my mouth open wider.

Not again.

A wave of uncertainty rippled through me.

“You’re going to swallow my cum,” he ordered, positioning himself at my lips. His cock throbbed against my tongue, and with a guttural moan, he spilled into my mouth.

“Fuucck, such a good girl,” he praised, his voice laced with pleasure. His liquid slid down my throat—thick and salty, a strange taste that sent a fierce ache toward my pussy, even as I gagged.

“Drain every last drop,” he instructed. “Lick the rest off my shaft. Clean me up.”

I obeyed, my tongue trailing down his length. Despite my shame, my resistance, I took him in, the taste lingering—too much, too intimate. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat burning my cheeks.

“Show me you swallowed it all,” he demanded.

Reluctantly, I parted my lips, pulse hammering. His expression darkened—a smug smile curving at his lips.

“That’s my good little slut.”

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