“You’re perfect, Savannah… You’re everything I’ve ever wanted…”
He brought my hands down, shrugging the tattered remnants of the blouse up over my shoulders and letting it fall, my breasts coming into full view. The lacy white bra I had worn last night was probably still laying somewhere in the hotel room we had shared, a victim of my hurry to get away from him. Without another word, his lips found their way to my bare neck, kissing me ever so gently.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered. I just cooed at the feeling of his lips on me.
“But there’s something else about you that I love…” Graham said, his voice tickling the inside of my ear.
Was I really going to let him do this?
His soft lips traced kisses up to my cheek line before he bit me ever so softly on my neck. I let out a soft moan, my body almost involuntarily pulling tight with his, my breasts pressing up against his hard chest.
“What do you love?” I asked, desperate to understand.
“I love how submissive you are, Savannah…”
“What?” I asked breathlessly. I was many things, but submissive was not one of them. I was a strong independent woman, and I didn’t need a man to tell me what to do.
“Get on your knees.”
My pussy pulsed at his command, memory flooding back from the night in his hotel room. He didn’t just marry me, he claimed me… He took me… He controlled me… And I’d fucking loved it.
His dominating words weren’t leaving room for interpretation, and I couldn’t stop myself. Graham released my hands and my knees buckled beneath me, sinking into the carpet as I found myself face to face with his beautifully pressed slacks. I was on autopilot.
He wants me to suck his cock… Oh my fucking God!
Just the mere thought of having that monster in my mouth was sending pulsations of pleasure rolling through my body. I grappled with his belt, tearing it open as I peeled his pants down over his muscular thighs to reveal the thickness hidden beneath.
I didn’t need further encouragement, but Graham’s fingers laced themselves into my hair, gripping it tightly and bringing my lips up against the tip of his bobbing 9 inches of heaven. I inhaled deeply, chancing a
look upward to catch his beautiful blue eyes before wrapping my lips around him and moaning.
“Not so fast,” he said, holding me so that I could barely capture the tip of his incredible shaft. “You’re so used to being in control that you forgot what it feels like for a man to take what he wants.”
I’d have done anything to make him let me go. I just wanted to drive that cock straight down my throat and show him just how much control I had, but he wasn’t budging. My tongue lashed around the head, feeling out the ridge and bringing a low groan out of his lips.
“Relax Savannah. Let me show you what to do.”
If this wasn’t right, I was ready to be wrong. Graham gripped my head with both hands and pulled me down, burying his dick inside my mouth, driving me to bob up and down on his meaty length. He was controlling me, fucking my mouth with every little thrust of his hips. As he released the tension I didn’t stop. I was attacking his cock, letting it hit the back of my throat before sliding back out to my plump lips, then repeating the process again and again.
“God damn,” Graham whispered, throwing his head back. His encouraging sounds and the way he gripped me tightly were driving me even wilder. I let the dirty little southern girl inside of me out to play, slurping and sucking along his length as he held my chocolate colored locks. A little voice was inside my head asking me what the hell I was doing, but I knew full well what my body wanted.
His cock was delicious and all I wanted to do was stay here enjoying the long thickness as I took him from swollen head all the way to the root. I wanted to blow this man’s mind and show him exactly how in control I was, but before I could get my fill, he pulled me off with a satisfying pop.
“Beg for it,” he said sternly, holding me just out of range of his ungodly cock. A shiver of desire rolled through me. I couldn’t tell you where I was or why I was doing this, all I knew is I wanted more of this man.
“Please,” I said, straining against his hand as it held my hair tightly. My scalp tingled with pain.
“Please what,” Graham replied, smiling down at me. Oh God, why was he doing this? Why wouldn’t he just let me have what I wanted?
“Please let me suck your cock,” I said, desperately trying to channel my fucking inner goddess. I needed this more than I needed air.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Graham said, “You just want me to blow my load right down that pretty little throat, don’t you?”
Fuck yes. Oh fucking God yes… I wanted that so bad, but I could see the sparkle in his eyes. He was playing with me. He had no intention of letting himself go like that, and suddenly, I knew exactly what was coming. I didn’t say a word as he pulled me up by my wrists, spinning me around and throwing my body up against the wall.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Graham said, reaching down and pulling my jeans and panties straight down, the cloth pooling around my ankles and trapping my legs as he pulled my hips backward toward him. His cock pressed up against my ass and I squealed.
“Look at that,” Graham said, his hand sliding down over my curves and between my legs. He pressed upward against my soaking wetness, his fingertip plunging gently between my folds. I rode his hand, explosions of pleasure rolling over me as he pressed his finger against my oversensitive nub and ran little circles around it.