At the same time, I toy with his balls, my hands gently tugging them away from his body, rolling them between my fingers softly. Before long, the tip of his cock reaches the back of my throat, and I go to pull away and begin again.
But Russ tightens his hands in my hair. “You can give more,” he says, his voice low and confident.
I moan a little, unsure. Can I?
But his hands are firm, and his smile is steady where it’s fixed on me. So I suck in a deep breath and try to keep going.
My gag reflex kicks in and my whole body tenses, but Russ doesn’t let it faze him. “Breathe,” he reminds me. “And relax, Maggie. Trust me.”
I let my jaw relax, let my whole body go limp, in fact. Russ guides my face closer to him, and his cock slips past the trigger for my gag, just far enough that I feel him tickle the back of my throat. It’s a strange sensation, unique and hot at once. And it makes me proud.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Look at you taking my whole fat cock at once.”
I moan again, this time in approval, as he slowly lets up the pressure and draws my mouth away again, back up his shaft. I withdraw all the way to the tip, and purse my lips before he pulls me back down again, so my lips create constant pressure around his shaft.
He groans once more, and starts to move my face, faster. He draws me up and down his length, and I let myself go, relax my jaw and my body, let him take control. “That’s it, Maggie,” he murmurs. “Let me fuck that sexy mouth of yours.”
Another moan escapes me, and I can tell without even touching myself that I’m soaking wet from this treatment. From gazing up at him and watching him get off, just from my mouth alone. Before long, he’s moving faster, thrusting his hips up off the bed to drive himself deeper into my mouth. His hands guide my face back and away again, over and over, building up a rhythm until he’s thrusting up into me.
Finally, I feel his body tense, his hands tightening so hard in my hair it brings tears to my eyes, although it’s a good kind of the pain. The kind that makes me want more.
“I’m close, Maggie. I want to come in your mouth.”
I make a sound, not quite a moan, not quite words. His cock goes stiff and taut in anticipation between my lips. I moan again on purpose, knowing the vibrations must feel good. That does it. One more hard thrust and Russ comes deep in my mouth, his cum shooting down my throat.
“Swallow it,” he orders, as I feel my body tense at the response. I do, swallowing hard once, then again, my head still bobbing up and down on his cock as I clean every inch of him with my tongue. I never knew cum could taste like his does, salty and almost a little sweet. It’s fucking delicious.
It makes me want to do this again.
I keep licking him until his cock starts to go soft, my hands still toying with his balls, or slipping down to grip his firm, tight ass again.
Finally, he gently pushes me away and tugs me up toward him. I slither up his body, lying down along him to savor the feel of my bare skin on his. I’m still wearing my bra and panties, a matching, lacy, barely-there set that I bought specifically for the next time I ran into Russ, but other than that, every inch of my skin makes contact with his. He feels like a small forest fire beneath me, white hot.
It makes me eager for more.
When I reach his mouth, he kisses me, long and deep and hard, his tongue invading my mouth the way his cock just did. He pulls back just far enough afterward to catch my eye. “You taste like me,” he murmurs. “I like that.”
“So do I,” I whisper truthfully. “I want you to claim me.”
His eyes flash. Without warning, he flips us around again, until I’m pinned beneath him. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” I breathe, letting my head fall back against the cushions as he starts to kiss his way down my chest, as his fingers slide beneath me to unhook my bra.
“You want to be mine, is that what you’re saying?”
“Fuck yes.”
He tugs my bra off, and I obediently lift my arms to let him draw it off, before he tosses it off the side of the bed to join my dress on his floor. “Good.” He leans back down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing the areola in a way that makes me gasp and tense. It doesn’t hurt, not exactly, but it’s a new sensation. Toying with the edge of pain and pleasure. His tongue laps against my nipple at the same time, making it harden. “Because you are mine, Maggie,” he murmurs when he draws back again, and his breath is like a flame, licking my wet skin. “You’ve been mine since the moment we first touched. And I intend to keep it that way.”