Page 56 of French Martini

“Green until I say otherwise.”

“Mm, good kitten.”

He switches off spanking me on each cheek, varying the strength of his blows, and even as my ass cheeks burn and sting, I want more. More, more, more.

Oakley pulls my cheeks apart, and my hole clenches when exposed to the air. “Fuck,” he grunts.

“Is it pretty too?” I ask.

“You know it is.”

“Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

Instead of speaking, he bends his head and flicks his tongue there, brushing my already tender skin with his beard. I shudder as precum pools at my tip.

“I could live here,” Oakley whispers, dragging a finger over my hole. “Right here, between your legs forever.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, please.”

He presses his finger harder, spreading his saliva, and then with only the tip, he breaches me.

“Oh god, Oakley.”

“Color.”

“Green,” I moan, almost sobbing. “Greeeen.”

Removing his fingertip, he spreads me apart more and licks into my crease, then his finger is back, pushing into me. The sting is sharp and delicious, making my cock twitch and swell even more.

“Oakley…”

“Shh, kitten, I’ve got you.”

He slides his finger in farther, tickling and stretching my insides while I writhe on his lap, aware of his erection beneath me but unable to reach it.

I’m near the point of falling over the edge, but he told me not to, so I resort to begging.

“Please, Oakley. Please let me come. I need it.”

“Hmm.” He twists his finger inside me, drawing a gasp from me. “Have you learned your lesson? Now you know if you push, I’ll do exactly what I said I would do.”

“Yes. I learned, dammit.”

Oakley chuckles. “I’ll show you mercy, kitten, but only because I want to taste you.”

With way too much ease, he rolls me over so I’m facing up now, then he scoots out from beneath me. I’m expecting him to get on the floor and suck me or something like it, but he bends down and lifts me up, holding me in his arms.

“What are you doing—” I gasp as he hoists me up, his hands under my ass supporting my weight so that my cock is even with his mouth, draping my legs over his shoulders. Thank goodness for tall ceilings.

He sucks me into the moist heat of his mouth and I start to collapse with relief but remember I’m suspended in air, his hands on my back for support. I squeeze my legs around his head and hold on for balance as he sucks me like both our lives depend on it.

It only takes a few seconds for the dam of tension that’s been building all day inside me to burst, and I come with a shout as Oakley sucks my spasming cock, milking every drop from me. But as he promised, he doesn’t show me any mercy. He keeps sucking me, even as I squirm and push on his head.

He loosens his grip on me slightly, and just as I think he’s going to release me, he flips me upside down, presenting his engorged cock to me. Okay, I can handle this. I grab it with both hands, stroking and sucking, but he continues to keep me in his mouth, swirling his tongue over my softening cock and balls until he swells and the first sticky rope of cum pulses down my throat.

He grunts my name and bites my thigh as I suck him through his release, then he pulls me off him and gently lays me down on the sofa, sinking to the floor next to me.

We fall into blissful silence while we both come down from that epic high, but then he lifts my hand and kisses the back of it.

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