Page 21 of Caught By the Kingpin
“Yes.” Because she was made for me. She might be small, but I have no doubts. “It’ll hurt a bit the first time. And it’ll always be tight, but I promise it will be worthwhile.”
She nods. Her little hand cups around my length.
“That’s it.” A flex of my hips and she shifts her hand. An experimental stroke that feels simultaneously too much and not enough.
It’s so slow that she brings her mouth to the rounded head. Pre-come beads at the top and the whole length throbs. Then blessed relief, her lips touch. A shudder goes through me. Her tongue slides out with deliberate languor, swishing over that droplet. She tastes me, pressing her lips together.
“You little tease,” I growl as she draws back.
“You’re salty, I knew you would be.” She licks more confidently this time, a broad sweep that sends sparks of pleasure right down to my balls. She explores me tentatively with her mouth and hand. Testing my hardness and easing her fingers around my girth. “How do I make you feel amazing?” she breaths onto my skin. “Teach me.”
“Take me in your mouth.” I can’t keep in a grunt as she leans forwards further, her breasts pressing to my thighs and her forearms resting on my lap. “Suck.”
I push her hair back when it falls over her face. I want to see her expression as she takes me in her mouth for the first time.
There’s an infinite moment as she pushes the head of my cock between her plush lips. “Good girl. That’s it.”
She’s hesitant at first, and the sight of her trying to figure out how to get more of me into her mouth is filthy as fuck.
“Up and down. It’s most sensitive over the tip. Yeah like that, fuck but you’re whip-smart,” I add as she does as I say, her hand grasping at my leg.
She begins to bob her head, a sound of arousal and content from her throat. I’ve been dreaming of this, of her, and she is even better than I imagined. Sweet and intrigued andwilling.
She’s speeding up, getting into a rhythm, driving me right into craziness.
Oh fuck. I’m not going to last. She’s so darn perfect. Except when her teeth catch me and I wince. Instantly she recognises the mistake and covers them, smoothing her hand up my side in apology.
Curious kitten that she is, her other hand eases down to my balls and she lets out a little whimper as she cups them.
“Is it their size you like?” They are big, and she nods. “The weight? They’re full to bursting with seed just for you.” That makes her redouble her efforts on my cock, the swollen head hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes are watering, but she’s driving this, not me. She’s swallowing further, harder, dirtier than I would have asked. But since she’s offering, I’ll fucking take it all. Particularly the submission of her sucking my cock like this. Herchoosingto serve me. It’s a powerful drug for us both. Me because I’m seeing her on her knees, sucking my cock just as I imagined when we first met. She’s pleasuring me alone.
Her because she will only ever get complimented for this, and I’m at her mercy. I think she knows I’d do anything for her right now.
I might be hard as granite, but I’m putty in her hands.
“You’re so good at this. The sight of your mouth around my cock is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Your pink lips stretched. Those sounds you’re making.” Small whines of delight. “Your sweet tits just there for me to see bursting out of that dress.”
Lacing my hand into her hair, the silky strands sliding over my knuckles, I encourage her. Show her the speed to tip me over.
The pressure builds and my balls tighten as she rubs them. I groan as I begin to lose control.
“I’m going to come. You don’t want…” I try to pull her head from my cock. Partly because I don’t want to shock her. The other aspect of my reluctance is far less honourable.
I want to see her marked as mine. My seed splattered over her creamy skin. On her face. Deep in her pussy, filling her to the point it drips out in a pretty mess. I want to breed her with babies who have my blue eyes and her straight dark hair.
She doesn’t let me draw her away.
“Felicity.” The pleasure overtakes me, fizzing down my back. I spurt into her mouth and she mews as it hits the back of her throat. My first orgasm since I jerked myself harshly in the car just after meeting her.
I should just accept this gift, but I’m a greedy bastard. I shove backwards and grab my cock. A line of spit curves between her lip and my shaft as I stroke through the last of my orgasm. Right onto her chest. Over the swell of her breasts, falling stark and white on the black of the dress.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, and that, along with seeing her covered with my mark, heightens the pleasure.
We both breathe hard, watching each other’s eyes for a long moment as the tremors of coming fall away. I’m half expecting her to change her mind, feel bad perhaps. Have doubts.
“So.” She sits back and gives me a cheeky grin, even as her eyes are shining with pride at having unravelled me. “I’d better have this dress, right?”
I roll my eyes, barely able to think past the post-orgasm bliss. Despite how intense that was, there’s still a scratch. I need to fuck her. I have to fill her up, gushing wet heat while wedged deep inside her. But there’s time.
