Page 55 of French Martini

He puts his hands behind his back again and opens his mouth, dutifully waiting for my next move. I hesitate though. Not that I don’t want to be sucked by him, I do, but I’m quickly realizing that being the one in charge in the bedroom isn’t lighting me up at all.

Before I can say anything though, Oakley swings his hands up, grips my hips, and pulls me forward, sliding my cock straight down his throat.

“Oh!”

He sucks me so thoroughly and so well that all I can do is try to breath and hold his shoulders for balance. His fingers roam across my ass, and I clench in response, wishing he really would bend me over and slide his fingers inside me.

Oh fuck. I want his cock inside me. I do. But fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m not emotionally ready to pull that particular door off its hinges.

He moves a hand under my balls, massaging them as he sucks, and slowly I find my footing, pumping my hips to meet his hungry swallows around my length. His nose rubs against my minimal pubes, and I look down to see the happiness in his eyes having my whole cock down his throat.

I twist my fingers in his hair, tugging gently, and he nods, silently encouraging me. Okay, I can do this. I need to. I want to come so bad and it’s not happening unless I see this through. Putting my hands on either side of his head, I hold him steady and thrust down his throat.

He lets out delicious moans and grumbly noises as I fuck his mouth, desperately chasing the orgasm I’ve needed since he stole my panties hours earlier, torn between the need to come and the curious desire to edge myself and see if he’d really spank me if I stopped.

Curiosity wins and I tear myself away and move out of his reach. Shock registers on his face for just a second before he tilts his head.

“Oh really?”

Breathing hard, I nod. “I don’t think you’ll do it.”

“I think you underestimate me.” He gets to his feet and my stomach flutters. His cock is so thick and hard that it makes my mouth water. “You sure you want to push me?”

“No man has ever spanked me. Are you brave enough to try it?”

“Oh, kitten, I’m the bravest man you’ve ever met.”

I tear off, running past him out of the bedroom, but he’s quickly behind me, looping an arm around my waist and lifting me off my feet. I squeal with delight and surprise. He has no trouble manhandling me like I’m nothing more than a rag doll.

He plops us down on the couch, and even as I laugh, gazing into his eyes glimmering with happiness, he gently grips my chin.

“Red means stop, remember?”

I nod, grabbing his hand and sucking his index finger into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he moans. “The way you’ve got me so wrapped up in you.”

That statement is sobering, but I don’t have time to poke at it further. Oakley flips me over on his lap so I’m sprawled across him. I have to use my hands on the floor to balance myself as he massages my ass.

“Fucking beautiful,” Oakley whispers. “Every damn inch of you is stunning.”

“Oak—” My words fall away as he brings his hand down and a sharp sting of pain vibrates through me. I’m too shocked to say anything, but he demands it.

“Color.”

“What?”

“Color, kitten. Red or green?”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I whimper. “Green.”

He spanks me again on the other cheek and I yelp as my cock swells even more.

“Don’t you dare come either,” Oakley says, rubbing my ass where he spanked. “That’s mine.”

“Oh god.”

“Color.”

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