Sweet Thing (Naughty Things 2)

He takes another picture with his phone and holds it up.

His cock is so fat, my mouth open so wide.

We’re doing dirty, smutty stuff but I feel beautiful when I see that picture. I see what he sees and I like it.

“Bob your head a little,” Ryker says. “Try fucking me with your mouth. Just a little,” he encourages. “Just give me a taste.”

A taste. I think about that for a moment. As in a sample of what’s to come.

I lean down, gagging again. Then pull back as I seal my lips around his shaft to have more contact with him.

“Oh, yes,” he says. “That’s very nice. Do it again.” And when he says that, he presses a button on his phone and I hear the tell-tale chime of a video beginning to record.

I do it again. And again. And again. My eyes on his every time. Then I close them and go down, holding his cock deep in my mouth as I hold that position until I think I might choke, and have to pull back.

He stops the video and turns it around, playing it back for me so I can see what he sees.

I smile around the head of his cock.

“OK,” he says. “I can’t wait any longer. Help me take off my clothes, starting with my cufflinks.”

I let his cock fall out of my mouth, dripping with saliva, and reach for his cuff, my fingers popping the cufflink off and placing it in his hand. I repeat this for the other cuff, and then he sets the links aside on the end table.

I love taking off his shirt. I love seeing his tattoos appear on his arms. I love how he goes from serious businessman to tatted-up bad boy when I drag his sleeves down his arms. I love how muscular he is. How hard his arms are. How small and protected I feel when he’s got them wrapped around me.

“Now the pants,” he says.

I reach for his waist and tug them down. He lifts up his hips to help me as I drag them down his legs and leave them on, just below his knees.

“I want to fuck you with pants on, Mr. North.”

He smiles wide. “That’s sexy,” he says. “In case you didn’t know.”

“Someone told me that once,” I quip, climbing up into his lap. The butt plug feels intense. A little painful, but in a good way. He’s fucked me with one in before, so I know the sensations will only intensify as we move forward, but how much? I’m not sure. The only thing I’m sure about is that I want to experience this with him.

I balance myself on my knees, hovering over his thighs. His cock is wet and glistening from my mouth as I wrap my fingers around it and place it at the entrance of my pussy. This makes me recall that first time. When he put me in charge of my experience. How he told me to go as fast or as slow as I wanted.

Now I’m more experienced, more comfortable with my erotic side—so I don’t take my time like I did back then. I linger a little when the head of his cock is fully inside me, but only because I want to fully experience the sensations. And then I drop myself on top of him. Fully appreciating how he stretches me and fills me up and how the pressure from the larger butt plug intensifies all the feelings.

Ryker places his hands on my cheeks, then his fingertips thread up into my hair.

It’s not going to take me long. I already know I’m close to coming. But I want to hold off as long as I can. So once he’s fully inside me I pause to take Ryker in. Place my hands on his cheeks too.

“I love you,” he says. “I know it’s early and that saying those words might scare you, or put you off, or—“

“I love you too,” I say, trying to ease any insecurities he has about saying those words.

He just smiles at me as I begin to move. Rising up and sitting down. My hands on his shoulders now, because I love the way my palms cup so perfectly around the curve of muscles. And how they move when he places his hands on my hips and starts to encourage me.

Then one sneaks over to my belly and his thumb dips down to play with my clit.

This is the part I like best. When he’s in me, and we’re using the plug, and he flicks the pad of his thumb over that sweet spot.

It drives me wild.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Yes,” he growls back.

Instead of me lifting up and sitting down, he begins to rock me back and forth across his lap and the climax begins to build. The tingly, warm sensations course through my body.