Torrid (Sordid 2)

I was too close and my hand was in the way, so she couldn’t complete her task of getting my pants down. Her palms were on my shoulders, clawing and scratching at my shirt, trying to push me back. Or maybe hold on. My fingertips found her clit and stirred, causing her body to lock up.

As I swirled my fingers, her hands clenched and fisted my shirt. She grew wet.

“You don’t seem to mind me touching you now,” I said.

Her head tipped forward, and her forehead thumped into my chest. It felt like a surrender, and my chest grew five inches. I got drunk off the control, and twitched my fingers faster. A faint moan was muted against my skin.

That was pleasure.

Reluctant pleasure, but it’d do . . . for now.

“Has anyone touched you like this before?” My voice was uneven, surprising me.

Her forehead slid slowly up and down against the center of my chest in a nod. I stared down at the top of her head. Once again, she couldn’t bring herself to look at me. I withdrew my hand from between her thighs and curled it around her neck, forcing her to stretch up and look at me with half-lidded eyes. I dragged my thumb over her lush, parted lips.

“What about this mouth? Anyone fucked you here yet?”

She didn’t blink, and I was happy about it. Our connection was unbroken, even as she slowly shook her head no. Desire whipped at me, roaring into a frenzy. I used my hand on her throat to force her down. She buckled, folding her legs beneath her as I positioned her to kneel on the carpet. Her blue eyes peered up at me, nervous.

I’d never seen anything sexier than Oksana naked on her knees before me with her virgin mouth gaping. I pushed at the sides of my jeans and let them slide down my legs. My dick was so hard, it hurt when I tugged my underwear down, unleashing it. It bobbed in freedom before settling at full mast, angling toward its destination.

Her worried expression shifted to all-out fear when she was face-to-face with my cock. I had good equipment, and I was a fucking expert at using it.

I spread my feet as far apart as the jeans down around my calves would allow, and put a hand on top of her head. I ringed my other hand around the base of my dick, holding it steady. “Open wide, baby.”

She grunted in displeasure and glared up at me, opening her mouth to say something, but I just smiled and cut her off by shoving the head of my cock between her lips. Wet heat closed all around, and fire seared up my spine. Her tongue was soft against the sensitive underside of my tip, and I stroked against it as I pressed further inside.

Her hands flew up and she braced herself against my thighs, but I continued to advance and held her head steady, pushing in as deep as I could get. When I hit the back of her throat, she coughed and retreated, pulling away. She sat back on her haunches and pressed her fingertips to her lips, and fire burned in her watering eyes.

I smirked. “Too much for you? Imagine what it’s going to feel like when all that’s in your pussy.”

I pushed her to the edge of disgust, but still, she said nothing. There was no attempt to stand or scramble away. She remained on her knees, obedient. Even when I pushed her head toward my crotch and traced the tip of my dick across her lips. I slid my damp, meaty flesh back and forth, searching for entrance.

“Open your goddamn mouth.”

She followed my command. What would the virgin do if I slapped her with my dick? How much further would she let me push?

“There you go,” I said, easing between her lips. “That’s a good girl.”

I’d been in her mouth all of three seconds, and I was worried I was going to lose control. She wasn’t even doing anything yet. I held her head firm as I began to saw my cock in and out in long, slow strokes. Blood whooshed in my ears, competing with the wet sounds of my movement.

“Suck.” My voice was breathless. “Move your tongue.”

Shit. Why the hell did I tell her to do that? Pleasure pooled low in my stomach, snaking outward as suction tightened and focused the sensation. I couldn’t stop the shudder when her tongue flicked over me.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that.”

I worked my thick dick in and out of her mouth until it was glossy with saliva and I’d built to a steady rhythm. I’d never had to train a girl to suck me off before, and I enjoyed the role with her as my student. I plunged deep to the back, forcing my head into the tightness in her throat, and when she gagged loudly, dark satisfaction swept through me.