Medicine Man

Soon, Simon makes me come with his mouth and the leather absorbs my sobs.

Quitting my pussy, Simon stands up and somehow, I manage to turn around and look at him. Watching my half-nakedness, he unbuttons his pants and lowers them, along with his underwear and gets his cock out. This is the first time I’ve seen it in daylight.

Jesus, it’s big. And swollen.

No wonder I had to jack him off with two hands. The head of it seems purple in color, darker than the rest of the length. And he’s oozing out pre-cum. A white, pearly drop that makes me think of white, pearly gates.

Keeper of the black gates of Heartstone has a dick that makes me think of the white gates of heaven.

God, I want to suck it.

It’s like he knows what I’m thinking. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to hero-worship my cock.”

I blush. “I want to.”

“Not happening,” he growls. “I told you. You don’t belong on your knees.”

In front of you, I do.

Instead of telling him that, I keep my mouth shut. One day I’ll suck his cock no matter what.

I watch him fish out a condom from his lowered pants and something warm overcomes me. This is the final piece. Him taking care of me. Him thinking about fucking me and planning for it.

I rub my thighs together, anticipating the fullness.

Putting the latex on his length, Simon whips his eyes up to mine. “My princess wants to get fucked, doesn’t she?”

I nod, biting my lip. “Yes.”

The smirk he gives me makes me spill out a drop of my cum. I fucking feel it making its way down my thigh. I’ve never, not ever, been this turned on.

Once he’s done, he puts his hand on my waist, arching me up further. “Good. Because that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to fuck my princess like I’m a goddamn criminal on death row.”

With that, he slides his cock into me and I have to bite on to the leather again to keep from screaming.

Simon curses as he bottoms out and I feel like he’s gone further than my stomach. Maybe he’s touching my soul in this position, chipping away at it so he can make a permanent place for himself.

God, if that isn’t cruelty, a wicked game of sorts, I don’t know what is. Making his home inside of me when I don’t know what’s going to happen in six days.

But I’m not going to think about that when he has begun a rhythm, his hands around my hips.

Actually, I can’t even call it a rhythm. It’s super unsteady and choppy. He rotates between lazy, long strokes that curl my toes in my soft slippers, and short and fast thrusts that make my breasts shake.

Eventually after probably his tenth stroke or maybe hundredth, I let go of the chair and grab hold of my jiggling tits. I plump and squeeze them as the sound of our slapping flesh fills the room.

I feel like it’s too loud, the noises we’re making. It’s too dangerous. We’re tempting fate.

Simon should slow down his thrusts. He shouldn’t be driving into me this fast – no matter how good it feels. He shouldn’t be bouncing against my ass this way.

Instead of asking him to stop though, I push back. I don’t know what I’m thinking or why I’m doing this, but I just can’t stop. I have to fuck him back.

Then he changes the angle. He lets go of my hips and buries his hand in my hair, bending over me. His chest and stomach, all corded and tight, scrape against my sweaty spine. His stubbled jaw grazes the side of my cheek as he fucks into me.

This way his hips grind and he’s delivering short, deep jabs that I feel in the center of my being.

“Does my princess like it?” he rasps in my ear, his hand grabbing the back of my neck in a possessive hold while his lips place soft kisses in my hair.

I buck again at the word princess. If he decides to make a habit of calling me that, I might never come down from this high. I might always be falling. Flying.

I look at him with foggy eyes. “Yes.”

“Yeah. I can feel it. I can feel your pussy loving it. She’s fucking strangling me.”

I reach back and dig my nails in the taut flesh of his ass, his muscles bunching beneath my touch. He groans, and I clench my channel even harder.

“Fuck…”

His thrusts have become completely erratic now, just like his breaths.

Just like my breaths.

I’m surrounded by him. His heat. His smell.

His show of dominance.

When Simon captures my mouth in a kiss, I lose control like last night. Everything unravels inside me and I come and come.

I gush. I feel my juices slipping out of my core, sliding down my shaking thighs and quite possibly ruining the leather armchair and his pants. I can’t be sure.