Battleship (Anchored 2)

I want to make him feel those things, too.

“Please, may I suck your cock?”

“Fuck, kitten,” he groans and steps forward, pressing his cock to my lips. He gives me free reign to lick and suck him as I like, and I find myself sliding him down my throat as quickly as I can.

He tastes good, and even though he’s thicker than I’m used to, I manage to take almost his entire length down my throat. He lets out a sharp hiss as I taste him, and I know he isn’t unaffected by this.

I’ve never really felt like I was particularly good or bad at blowjobs, but in this moment, I feel like a damn queen.

In this moment, I am strong, and brave, and sexy, and I am everything Master Thorn needs.

Soon he fists my hair, pulling me back. He looks at me for a long minute before he helps me to my feet and kisses me. His kiss is needy. He wants me, craves me. He needs this just as much as I do, if not more.

We both need to feel everything we’re experiencing in this moment.

We both need more.

“You are incredible, kitten.”

“Thank you,” I breathe out.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I want to touch you here,” he presses his fingers to my nipples. “And here,” he runs his fingers over my pussy. “And here,” he whispers in my ear. This time, his fingers graze my bottom.

“O-O-Okay,” I manage to get out.

“Does that make you nervous?”

“A little.”

“I’ll make it good for you.”

“I know.”

He helps get me into position over the couch. I kneel beside it, bending over. His couch is deep enough that my entire torso fits comfortably from this position. Something tells me that Thorn didn’t just buy this couch because it fits his decoration scheme.

My head is turned and my cheek is pressed to the sofa cushion. Master Thorn gets in place behind me. I feel him kissing my back, and my hands, and then he moves lower. He bites my bott

om, and I clench my muscles.

“Relax your body,” he says.

“I’m trying.”

“Relax,” he whispers again, and this time I do. He runs his finger up and down my slit, touching me everywhere, bringing all of my nerves to life. “I’m going to fuck you now, kitten. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy, and then I’m going to come in your ass, baby. You look so good like this, all spread out and lovely for me.” His words send a thrill through my body.

I really must look incredible right now. Obviously, I can’t see what I look like, but I’m very aware of the fact that Thorn is completely in control right now. I can’t really move, or argue, or do anything but take what he offers me.

And I feel good about this.

I feel sexy.