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She tipped her head to the side to take me deeper, but I could tell the position strained her neck.
“Roll over on your back,” I commanded, pulling the bolster out from under her hips.I pulled her toward me so her head dropped backward over the side of the bed, her mouth fully available.I pushed my cock to the back of her throat.
She struggled, but I eased back, waited for her to settle, then pushed deeper again.When I’d established the depth she could comfortably take me, I pulsed in and out, shifting my focus to her glorious breasts, nipples tipped with eager beads.I pinched one between my fingers, squeezing until she squealed around my cock, then rolling it between my fingers.I gave the same treatment to the other one.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I rasped.
She obediently parted her thighs, and I flicked on the vibrator and ran the tip up and down her honeyed slit.She hummed over my cock, some kind of moan, urging me to go on.
I pushed the vibrator inside her channel, seating the outer portion against her clit.
She screamed around my cock, but I didn’t move anything, just left it on high, driving her mad.She thrashed her muscular legs, trying to get off.
I pulled out and crouched down.“Chelsea, eyes on me.”
She locked her gaze on me, her flushed face even cuter upside down.
“You may not come without my permission.Do you understand?I own that pussy.I own your ass.You don’t receive pleasure—even from yourself—unless I say so.Got it?”
She whined in need, but nodded.“Yes, Master.”
I stood.“Good girl.Roll over and put the bolster under your hips.”
She sat up and reached for the vibrator.
“Nuh uh.Leave it.That’s for me to arrange.You do as you’re told.”
“Yes, sir.”She rolled over and gingerly lifted her hips to slide the bolster under.
Lube in hand, I walked around behind her and climbed on the bed.The vibrator had slid halfway out.I fucked her with it a few times, then worked the attachment against her clit again.
She let out a wavering moan that went straight to my throbbing cock.
I spanked each cheek, loving the wanton pitch to her cries.
With my thumb, I worked a dollop of lube over her anus, breaching the hole to massage around the interior, gently stretching it and getting her used to the invasion.
Her moans turned to mewls, a whine of intensity punctuating the end of each one.
“Time to take your master’s cock.”I positioned myself behind her and slid on a condom, adding a generous amount of lube.I went slowly, working the tip of my member into her sweet little virgin ass to the music of her cries.
When she’d relaxed enough, I eased in, inch by inch, taking my time so she didn’t panic.
Her fingers twisted in the bedspread, the muscles on her slender back bunched up like ropes.
“Oh… oh… oh god, oh god, oh god,” she moaned into the covers, rubbing her face in them, biting and pulling.
I glided in and out with slow, even strokes.“Take it, baby.”
“Yes… okay.Okay, yes.Oh please, Master, Darius, Master, please.”
I picked up my speed, careful not to pound her too hard.“That’s it, I love it when you beg, baby.You look so pretty taking my cock in that gorgeous ass.”
“Mmmfph.Please now, please, yes?”She’d become incoherent, which nearly made me lose my fucking mind.
I grabbed her hair as I seated myself deep into her ass.“So fucking sweet.”I pumped faster, my muscles straining to hold back.
“Oh please, oh please, oh pleeeease.”She wailed now, close to hysteria.
