One True Master (Desire Island 1) - Page 38

She gagged, choking on the shaft. He pulled back ever so slightly to let her get her bearings. “Stop resisting me, slave Skylar. Open yourself to me. Relax your throat muscles and accept that at this moment, you are nothing but a vessel for my pleasure.”

He slowly eased forward again until the tip of his cock made contact. Skylar’s eyes were squeezed shut, her chest rising and falling, her hands clenched into fists.

Keeping his cock where it was, he leaned over her and tapped her fists. “Unclench your hands,” he directed. “Open your eyes, slow your breathing and accept what your Master chooses to give you.”

He waited a beat as she obeyed. Then he moved again, pushing forward and drawing back, his cock pulsing with pleasure. Leaning farther over her, he placed his hand over her smooth mons. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

As her legs fell open, he cupped her sex, sliding his middle finger into her wet cunt. She moaned around his shaft, arching her hips slightly.

“Stay still,” he barked, though he was thrilled with her responsiveness and obvious arousal.

He finger-fucked her as he fucked her face with his cock, power zipping through his blood like fire. Her cunt muscles spasmed around his fingers, a rosy flush moving over her skin. She was panting against his cock, clearly nearing an orgasm. He, too, was finding it hard to hold on.

Pulling abruptly from her mouth, he rolled onto the bed beside her. He pulled her up so her head was now resting on the bed and then draped his body over hers, his heart pounding. He could actually feel the heat radiating from her cunt, as if she were on fire from within.

Suddenly recalling himself, he leaned up on his elbows and looked down at her. “I have a clean bill of health,” he said, trying to catch his breath as he forced himself to do the right thing. “But I’m happy to grab a condom if you want me to.” He already knew she was clean, by definition, as it was a prerequisite for slave training on the island. He also knew from the questionnaire that she took the pill.

She reached for him, pulling him back down to her. “No. Please, I don’t want it. I just want you. Now.” He could smell the delicate, heady scent of her arousal. He would enjoy tasting her sweet nectar, but not yet. First, he had to fuck her.

He smiled a slow, teasing smile, lifting one eyebrow. “I should make you wait.” He flashed an evil grin. But the fact of the matter was, he couldn’t wait—not another second.

She offered an adorable pout that would have been grounds for punishment in a different situation, but now only made him laugh. He brought his hand again to her cunt, which was wonderfully wet, her clit a hard pea nestled in its soft folds. He stroked her with his fingers until she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.

Unable to wait another second, he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his cock, slowly easing himself inside her tight, wet, perfect cunt. She shuddered as he entered her, her arms coming up to pull him closer.

Reaching back, he grabbed her wrists and forced her arms down on the bed over her head. Her eyes flew open as he did this, her face softening with submissive surrender. His shaft was sheathed in hot, wet silk, her vaginal muscles tight around him as he moved and swiveled inside her. He tilted his hips, seeking her sweet spot with the head of his sensitive cock as he stared into her eyes.

She gasped suddenly, her pupils dilating. He’d found it. He moved in a slow, lazy circle inside her until she trembled beneath him. Letting go of one of her wrists, he grabbed her throat, recalling her powerful submissive reaction on the beach. Color rushed to her cheeks, her cunt spasming around his shaft.

His own lust was getting the better of him, and he moved faster inside her, his climax mounting too quickly for him to resist any longer. Keeping her pinned to the bed by wrist and throat, he fucked her hard, his guttural grunts a counterpoint to her breathy, feminine gasps. His balls tightened, his cock tingling as he neared the point of no return.

“Come for me, Skylar,” he managed to pant as his climax rose from deep inside, pulsing and surging. Skylar’s delicious, hot cunt tightened around him as she convulsed in release. Seconds later, he exploded like the cork popping from a fizzy bottle of champagne.

He fell heavily against her, his heart thudding, his mind momentarily blank. When he could catch his breath, he realized he was probably squashing the woman trapped beneath him. Gathering what strength he had left, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him, his cock still inside her.

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