I could say I don’t know what’s making me do this, but that would be a lie. The second he dropped his joggers, revealing this monster, I wanted to slide my tongue across it.
“Harper.” He breathes softly. “What are you doing?”
My hand slides across his thick cock, my tongue following and sliding down the bottom of his shaft as he stands in front of me, fighting back his thrust.
“Fuck!” He moans and quickly wraps my hair around his hand. “Harper, you don’t have to…” He gasps as I massage my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, sending zings of arousal through my body.
My heart pounds, my stomach clenches sexually, and my insatiable hunger has shown its true colors. I want to fuck him, and I want him to do those things to me that he does in his book.
His cock expands as I slide my mouth over it, which sends his loud moan to bounce off my walls and his pelvis to thrust against my face.
The sweet and salty taste of his precum lines my tongue as I suck and twirl. His hand pulls hard on my hair and his body tenses as I send my lips to the end of his cock, taking his thick monster all the way in my mouth and my throat.
“Jesus!” He groans in pleasure. “No gag reflex.”
“Uhm hmm.” I’m able to muffle while sucking on his thick cock.
He thrusts again, the smell of his freshly washed body pressing against my nose. He thrusts again, my mouth acting like his personal play toy and allowing his cock to slide inside of me.
I wrap my hands around his ass cheeks, pulling him in and allowing him to take partial control. His hands stay tight on my hair, pulling it and guiding me like a sex toy.
He moans again, and even with my eyes closed, I can tell he’s growing closer to climax. I can’t blame him. The man was getting sex three times a day and then down to nothing.
He pushes me back, removing himself from my mouth. “If you keep going, I’m going to come. And I don’t want that just yet.”
“Yeah?” I breathe while running my finger across my lips, wiping them. “What do you want?”
“If we do this, there’s no going back, Harper. And this is either going to be one time or it’s not going to stop. There is no ‘in-between’. Do you understand?”
I nod. “Yes, sir. And I’m prepared for either one.”
He lowers his head, raising his eyebrows with a stern look. “That means no more friendship if this ends today.”
“Why would this end?” I question, wanting to grab him and toss him on the bed.
“Because sex with me is a lot like my books. And I can’t help myself. I can see myself going through many women because of it. And I like you. I don’t want this to end with you just because we have sex.”
I hesitate with the softest breath and softest whimper as I watch his cock bounce in front of me. “I won’t let that happen. I’m not looking for a relationship, but I want this.”
He runs his thumb along his bottom lip, looking away with a seductive smile. “You might after we fuck.”
“Try me,” I say.
Cue the fucking music! This man just looked at me like I offered him the most expensive and tastiest meal on the planet. His sex-drunk eyes are locked onto my body, and I’m starting to think I should have selected my words a little differently.
He analyzes my room, his eyes quickly locking onto my bathrobe and the bathrobe belt connected to it. He exhales his shaky breath and walks over to it. I watch as he removes the soft cotton belt from the loops and turns around, looking at me like I’m his victim.
He twirls his finger in the air, gesturing for me to turn around while walking toward me. “You’ve had enough sex in your life, right?”
I swallow. “Yes,” I say so softly it’s almost audible. “Why?”
“If you want to do this, I want to make sure you can handle it without passing out.”
“Wh…” I pause and start getting nervous. “Why would I pass out? Are you going to choke me?”
He exhales amusement with a deep tone. “No, Harper. I don’t like choking. You’d pass out from too much pleasure.”
I purse my lips to fight back the smile trying to come off me. “I won’t pass out. I’m pretty sure I can handle it.”
“Sure.” He says in a deep, seductive tone. “Bend over and place your head on the pillow. The side of your face so you can breathe.”
My chest rises as my nerves increase. My heart skipped when he said that, and I don’t know what exactly I am allowing. It’s like he’s prepping me for surgery, but it’s sex…with someone who’s into more than just sex.
“Okay,” I say softly while my heart pounds harder, knowing this is about to happen just the way his book portrays. Except I’ve only read three sex scenes in his book and according to Loryn there’s a shit ton of them. How intense does sex with him get?
I feel the soft cotton slide along my wrists. He loops it, tightening it and sending my wrists tight together. I gasp as he pulls on the belt, triple-checking it’s tight.
He stands me up and wraps his hand around my neck as he stands behind me. His thick precum sticks to my ass cheek as his cock rubs against it. He tilts my head back and forces my back to arch.
My body fills with a wildfire of pleasure as he slides his hand along my breasts. He slowly trickles his fingertips down my chest and stomach.
I can’t move my tied-up hands for obvious reasons and somehow, it’s arousing me even more, sending my pussy to crave his cock and my nipples to ache for him.
I hitch breaths as he gently kisses my neck and sends his fingers to my clit. He’s gentle but it feels so fucking good like he’s pushing the perfect amount of pressure against it.
I whimper and my midsection twitches as his fingers caress my clit and pussy. I gasp and tilt my head further as his lips clamp to it and he sucks.
My body fills with dopamine bombs wanting to blow off inside of me. I’ve cum once, but it was light. These dopamine bombs feel like they will cause an orgasm if he continues fingering me in the way he is.
He slips his finger along my clit, causing me to exhale a moan and arch further. He releases his lips from my neck. “Is this what you want?”
I nod and whimper, rapidly exhaling. “Yes, sir.”
He exhales a shaky breath while fingering my clit. “Do you want more?”
I nod, fighting the rapidly escaping breaths and the urge to fall onto the bed. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He says and releases me. “Now bend over again and remember to turn your head to the side when you reach the pillow.”
I bite in my bottom lip as my body trembles and my pussy begs for him to slide into me. “Mmhmm.” I breathe softly. “I remember.”
My heart could burst out of my chest. I lean over the bed and place my head on the pillow. The soft feel of his hands slowly slides across my ass, sending a wave of arousal to feed my deepest core.
I jolt as a sting and a loud slap hits my ass cheek. I’ve never been whipped during sex, but it feels pleasurable. I won’t tell him that, but something inside of me enjoyed it.
His cock penetrates my pussy, my pussy lips slowly parting for him. He breathes, “One last chance, Harper. You can stop this.”
“Don’t ask me again.” I softly demand.
Those dopamine bombs inside of me explode as his thick cock slides into me with ease. My pussy walls spasm and clamp around him.
“Fuck.” He moans and thrusts, his hand slapping my ass again.
He doesn’t play around. I never thought we’d sleep together. I never imagined him tying me up and commanding me. None of this should be real right now, but it is.
He slides his hand slowly up my back, tickling me. He reaches for my hair and wraps it around his hand. The tug of my hair creates this powerful sensation inside of me, sending my stomach to spasm.
I moan as his cock thrusts back into me while knowing I am helpless with this robe belt tied around my hands. There’s nothing I can do and fuck! There is nothing I want to do except let him handle me however he feels he needs to.
My naked and helpless body slides up and down the bed as he holds my hair and slams into me. I can’t hold back the euphoric pleasure that trickles down my inner thigh as I listen to his pelvis slap against my ass. I don’t want to hold any pleasure back.
His cock grows warmer inside of me, my pussy tightening around it as I cum again.
He slides his arm underneath my legs and raises me. “What are you doing?” I ask as I feel my body tilting.
“Penetrating deeper.” He explains and slides a little deeper into me. “Tell me if it becomes too much. I will stop.”
“It’s not.” I rasp as my body blows with dopamine bombs and my legs tremble from his thickening cock massaging my most sensitive area.
The way his rough hands control me and the way his chiseled body slams against mine is a feeling that makes my body do things I never thought it was capable of doing.
The way my ass ripples when he slams into me and the way his moans create this vibration in my body is a new version of addiction.
Jesus! This is going to turn into an addiction.
I’m helpless as my arms rest on my back and my head leans against the pillow. It’s the way he has me raised in the air with one arm and the way he fucks me. It might not be new to him, but it’s new to me, and Ivy taught him well.
His rapid and heavy breaths increase, and his sex-drunk eyes gaze into mine. My ass ripples with every slap of his pelvis against it. And all of this combined is sending a rush of arousing rivers through my veins, leading straight to my core.
His hand stings as it slaps across my ass, causing me to moan in pain and pleasure. He bends my body in the slightest bit, treating me like a sex toy and I fucking love it.
My clit aches and my pussy throbs as that intense feeling increases and dopamine bombs start to blow off in my body, one by one, getting closer to my core like a trail of dynamite.
He gasps, his breaths growing erratic and his cock slamming into me harder, causing pressure and pleasure to collide together.
His hands slide to my ass, gripping it tightly and holding it in place. “Why…” He struggles to breathe, his cock expanding more inside of me. “Why are you so fucking tight…”
Even in this serious, orgasmic, intense moment, his question makes me want to laugh. But with my eyes halfway to the back of my head and my body twisted like a pretzel and partially in midair, all I can do is fight back my aroused smile as moans and rapid breaths escape me.
He keeps forgetting I’m only twenty-two, and although I’ve had sex, it hasn’t been a lot. That is why I am tight. I’ve never experienced rough sex like this either. I’ve never been tied up. I’ve never had a slight bit of pain during sex. I’ve never allowed an older man to take control of me, treating me like his personal sex toy. And I’ve never come so fucking much in my life. It’s wild and it scares me, but I love it.
His cock reaches deep enough that it triggers something inside of me, my moans turn into quiet gasps and my teeth grip hard on my bottom lip. My trembling legs give out, and he knows it; he’s struggling to hold me up, and it’s evident.
“What happened?” He’s barely able to get the words out.
I rotate my hips along with his thrusts, allowing my body to do whatever it is doing. Rivers of pleasure rush throughout it, causing me to feel dizzy…almost faint. My pussy walls clench him tighter as come squirts out of me and tries to push his cock out of me. My body trembles to what feels like the second orgasm he’s given me. That doesn’t include how many times he’s made me come.
“I don’t know what’s happening.” I cry in pleasure.
He gasps with a wide and seductive smile. “You’re orgasming. Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?”
I can’t speak, my body trembles, and gives out. My heart races at a speed I didn’t think was possible. And the orgasm is so powerful even my ass feels like it’s releasing something from me.
“No.” I barely get the word out.
I fight to look up at him and his sweaty face. His eyes widen, and he tilts his head back, telling me he knows what is happening to me because he can feel it too.
He breathes. “I’m about to, Harper. On the count of three, I’m going to drop your body down and pull out. Without a condom, I’d rather not…”
“I’m on birth control.” I barely get the words out of my mouth in the softest whimper.
Without warning, his head tilts back again, his cock throbbing inside of me and a warm river of him releases in me. His rapid gasps, moans, and erratic thrusts only seem to excite me. The way his breaths skip, and his hands tear into my ass is exotic and erotic.
Jesus! This man is orgasming hard. It’s the way his hands squeeze tightly around my ass, causing a small infliction of pain, and his slamming thrusts, showing how powerful it is.
He stops, inclines, and brings his lips to mine. His kiss is deep and passionate. My heart can feel the way his body sends signals to mine. He just created something inside of me that I’ve never felt before. And I want more. I just…I don’t want to date him.
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