Page 9 of Praise Me: Pilot
His gravelly moan turns my nipples to tight, little beads. “Jesus Christ, Haylo. I can’t. You’re a college freshman.”
“Freshbeing the operative word,” I murmur, dragging our lips together side to side. “Fresh and curious.” I scoot closer in his lap, finding his hardness with my mound and grind down slowly, my exhale shaky against his mouth. “And willing.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can tell it’s tight even through your panties.”
“It is. I can barely fit my middle finger inside when I play with myself.”
“Oh God.” His chest is heaving now, his noble nature cracking right in front of my very eyes. “You’re going to make me come in my fucking pants.”
Lust tickles my tummy so deep inside me, I can barely stand it, my toes curling in my high heels, moisture trickling among my flesh and wetting my underwear. “I…want that.”
“You want me to soak my briefs?”
More than life itself, I realize, nodding vigorously.
Earlier tonight, I was powerless. Now, I’m a queen that rules a kingdom with the sight of her body. A flick of her hips. This wresting back of control was my exact intent when I decided to seduce Joel, but now that my thighs are open around his hips and his hands are creeping closer and closer to my breasts, I’m only thinking about him. Me. The cruel ache spreading below my navel. My ulterior motive is still there in the back of my mind, but it’s playing second fiddle to the burning connection between me and Joel.
“Just a little suck, Daddy,” I whine against his mouth, treating him to another slow swivel of my hips. “I kept them so sweet for you.”
“Fuck it,” he heaves, his back coming off the bench like a shot, bending my backward in his lap, his starving mouth latching onto my breasts and sucking noisily. Wet sounds overlap with animalistic grunts and eventually my mewls of delight join in, because I’ve never felt this concentrated tug in my core. It’s almost alarmingly in its intensity. So good that I have to wrap my fists in the strands of his hair and arch my back, because my pleasure has taken over. Self-preservation and a quest for relief has the reins.
“Suck harder,” I whimper, my hips writhing in his lap, those untried tendons flexing and pulsing. Is it natural to be this wet? I don’t know. All I can do is buck my lower body while Joel rakes his mouth from one breast to the other, his eyes glitteringup at me while he tongues my nipples, fitting my entire breast in his mouth with a hoarse sound and letting it go with a pop, before focusing once again on the straining buds that seem to be connected to the place between my thighs. “Suck, suck, suck.”
“Make all the demands you want in that little fuck-me skirt.” Unexpectedly, he grips my throat in an unwavering hand. “But I’ll make some, too. Open your pretty mouth.”
I couldn’t be more eager to do what I’m told.
He squeezes my throat while he spits in my mouth. “Nowtell me to suck them.”
“S-suck,” I cry out, his spit slipping down my chin and dripping onto my chest—and he grips my right breast in a punishing grip, closing his hard mouth around the nipples and sucking so hard his cheeks go hollow…
My reality snaps in two and my lower body tightens like a snake, before sending me flying into some vortex of physical bliss I’ve never visited before. My sex is constricting so rapidly, I instinctively try to close my legs from the beautiful alarm of it all, but Joel’s hips are in the way and he’s humping them up and down in a frenzy, his face a mask of pain while he fights through his own release. I’m entranced by him, this mature man in prime physical condition battling wave after wave of the storm I’m caused while his spit drips off my chin.
He's…beautiful.
He’s an animal.
He choked and spit on me and all I can think is…when is next time?
There’s a ringing somewhere. Possibly my ears.
No, it’s Joel’s phone.
Still breathing hard and looking at me like he’d be interested in throwing me down on the ground and taking our night further, he pulls the phone out of his pocket, nonetheless.
“Christ.” He swipes at the sweat on his forehead. “It’s your father.”
CHAPTER 5
Joel
Guilt sits in my sternum like food that won’t digest.
The phone continues to vibrate in my hand. I have no idea how I’m going to answer and have a normal conversation when the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen is sitting in my lap topless, watching me while she catches her breath. With my spit glistening on her chin in the moonlight, dazed from her orgasm. God help me, my cock is already getting stiff again, she’s so fucking gorgeous. Her hips move so eagerly, so accurately. Those tits taste like the finest honey, too—I’m never going to get the flavor out of my mouth or my head.
Fuck.
There’s a voice in the back of my head telling me I’ve just doomed myself forever. Nothing will ever compare to her—and she’s off limits.
