fantasycupboard: exoticeva: “I’m in a mood, little girl.”His voice slid over my skin like satin, f
fantasycupboard: exoticeva: “I’m in a mood, little girl.” His voice slid over my skin like satin, firing nerves and sensitive places. I could feel the tension rolling off him and for a moment I froze, caught like a rabbit in the intense snare of his gaze. It promised things that I both craved and feared on a primal level. “What do you need?” My voice came out breathier than I had anticipated, giving away the edge of arousal his words had provoked. If he wanted rough and fierce tonight then I was more than happy to let him take out that mood on me. In fact, my nipples hardened at the thought. “Knees, now.” He barked out the words then tossed he rest of his drink down in one swallow. Holding his gaze I slid downward as gracefully as I could manage until I was kneeling. Still in my work clothes, my movements were hampered by the tailored lines of my sheath dress. He took a minute to look at me kneeling there. His perusal made my cheeks flush and my panties wet. He knew that. I saw the smirk that graced his face before he walked over to where I knelt. He put his thumb on my lips, rubbing the pad over that sensitive skin. Instinctively I opened to him, my tongue sliding out to taste and suck. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth princess. Would you like that?” “Mmhmm.” I made a noise that conveyed much more than assent. It told him of my need, of my greed, of how I longed to be his fucktoy. “Undo my belt and ask me nicely.” My hands scrabbled for the metal and leather even as the words rushed out, “please, please sir, fuck my mouth, please.” His hand gripped my hair and yanked my head back sharply, angling me as he wished. His cock filled my mouth fast, hungrily, with an edge of impatience that only made me wetter. He hit the back of my throat once, twice and then growled. “Relax little girl, open wide for me.” I struggled to comply, even as tears filled my eyes. I looked up at him wondering if he could see my need to please and my fear of failing through the tears. He must have because I saw his face gentle, his jaw loosen a little and suddenly the hand that had been gripping my hair was under my chin, tipping it back even further. His thumb ran along the arch of my throat in a lazy caress that had me relaxing. His cock slid in easily as the tension left my body. I was centered, calm, focused on him and his pleasure. “That’s it, good girl, take all of it for me.” His whisper became a hum of pleasure and then a longer, drawn out moan as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth. I felt a different tension seize him, his fingers tightening again, but not in frustration. This was all about pleasure, he was close to the edge and I had taken him there. I hummed my own pleasure at the thought and heard his “fuck yes” reply. Suddenly he pulled out and I whined at the loss of his weight and taste in my mouth. Saliva and precum dripped from my chin. He laughed a little darkly “Oh no princess. I’m not ready to cum yet. There are many things I’m going to do to you first.” He settled himself on the sofa and patted his knee, “take those panties off and slide on here sweetness. Your ass isn’t nearly red enough.” “As I said … I’m in a mood.” Please… -- source link