Page 104 of Who's Playing You
He was like some sort of sexual savant - an expert maestro who knew how to draw every last note from my very willing body.
So as I told him to rip the damn bra from my body, his expression turned devilish and before I knew it, it received the same fate as my torn and tattered underwear that were literally torn, tattered and discarded somewhere on the floor.
As the bra went flying through the air, his delicious lips were on my right breast - sucking, devouring. I arched my back andsquirmed because his suction game was top-notch! And that’s when I felt his beautiful dick notch my entrance.
In the next moment I felt his gentle but precise thrust as his hard cock slid in one glorious inch at a time, stretching me, claiming me. But I was so wet for him that despite his size, he slid in without much effort. Like he was meant to do just this.
“Nich… Nicholas,” I let out on a whimper as I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes in ecstasy.
“That’s right, chant my name as I make you feel so good - worshipped,” he replied as he began thrusting in and out in earnest.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” I let out on a whimper as his mouth found my breast again. His suction matched his thrusts and it was the most amazing sensation I’d ever felt.
It lasted but a moment because the next thing I knew he jackhammered into me as he bit my pert and sensitive nipple. I screamed out while he quickly smoothed the just-bit areola while moving to my other breast.
“Can’t let this one get jealous,” he said, short of breath.
His thrusts had grown stronger, and deeper.
I opened my eyes and peered down at him. His eyes were squarely fixed on me as he sucked my breast into his mouth, raising his head up from my body and by so doing he kept my nipple taught between his teeth - stretching the sensitive bud - as he grinned at me all while he pistoned himself so deep inside of me that he bottomed out.
That’s where he stayed as he moved his hips and pelvis in a circular motion, and he released my nipple with a pop while he kissed up my sternum. My neck. My jaw. All before devouring my mouth as it was his favorite meal.
He snaked his right hand between us and began circling my clit with precision. Tight circles with the most delicious pressure, meant only for pleasure.
I would have gasped if only I could have, but my attempt to do so only allowed him to duel with my tongue more before sucking it into his mouth.
My legs wrapped around his trim waist as he pulled out all the way to his tip, just before thrusting all the way in, bottoming out again. Only to do it again.
And again.
In the most delicious way possible. I was reeling.
Completely desperate. Desperate for what? I wasn’t even sure at this point, but my body was on fire. And it had everything to do with this man.
He released my mouth, not before biting down on my lower lip and releasing it with a pop as he breathed heavily, and I realized he was almost pained from holding himself back.
A single, solitary bead of sweat ran down the side of his face.
“God, Scottie, I think you might just kill me. You’re so fucking tight sweetheart, I don’t think I can last much longer,” he said on a breathy exhale.
“Let me have it, big boy,” I replied. Willing to take anything he wanted to give me if it made me feel like this.
The words had barely left my lips and he quickly pulled out, but before I could whine like a petulant child, he dragged my limp body from the counter, my weak-as-noodle feet hitting the ground and then he spun me around. His big hand pushed my back so that my chest rested on the counter where my back had been but a moment ago.
I’d barely gotten myself oriented when he thrust his engorged cock back into me, from behind, as his hands gripped my hips possessively.
“Oh, I’m going to give it to you alright. Hold on honey, you’re about to be taken for the ride of your life,” he declared as he bottomed out in one thrust. But at this new angle, he felt even larger than he had before. His piercings rubbing my inner wallsand hitting me just right - enhancing every thrust and sensation within me.
He was certainly ribbed formypleasure.
His cock impaling me so completely pushed all of the air from my lungs and I tried to grab at anything and everything I could to ground myself. But there was nothing to hold onto on the marble island.
“Hands behind your back, sweetheart,” he growled out as he simultaneously collected them with his one hand, while the other possessively held my hip while he continued to thrust in and out of me.
With both of my wrists held by his left hand, his other left my hip and hand grabbed my hair so the only thing I could do was lift my head up.
The man completely and totally controlled my body, mind and soul as well as my pain and pleasure.
