Truth or Dare (The Dominator 2)

. My pelvis shot upright. I grabbed his ass and massaged it while he fucked my mouth and he kept on sucking and lapping, tongue pushing hard on my button, and in no time flat, I was moaning and gasping and I was done. Dare sent this angel to heaven.

He pulled out of my mouth and spun around and then drove his cock deep inside me, “You suck so fucking good, my baby. And you taste amazing. See how you taste?” He dipped his tongue into my mouth and held my face with one of his hands while he devoured my mouth with his.

“Mmmm, Master. You fuck me so good.”

“You came hard, baby, think you deserve to come again?”

“Oh yes, please let me come again.”

“Tell me something first,” he said.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“When’s your birthday?”

I was taken aback.

“Tell me,” he demanded and then twisted my nipples ever so slightly.

“October 3.”

“Good girl,” he got a finger inside me.

He started to work my g-spot and still sensitive from the orgasm I’d just had I started to ride his hand.

“Middle name,” he said against my breast.

“Please…”

“Right now,” he growled and pulled his finger out.

“Elizabeth,” I said on a whimper.

“Good girl,” I got his finger back.

He grabbed my clit and pinched as he slid his cock inside me and then he thrust into me over and over and over while working my clit and I exploded around him, hard, my nails digging into his back. He came hard, too, and then I fell asleep, exhausted, happy, feeling his juices coating the area between my legs. It was bliss.

** ** **

The next morning I woke up with his mouth around my nipple. I ran my fingers through his soft blond hair. He sucked hard and my back arched.

“Open your legs.”

I did.

His thumb found my clit and he started circling. I was on the verge of coming and then he stopped, “Where were you born?”

I hesitated and his thumb left.

“Charleston.” I said quickly and his thumb came back.

“Good girl.” He let me come.

That day I stayed at the apartment as he was off with his brother at the office. I cleaned, I worked out, I blared music (but kept an eye on the cell phone in case he called), and I watched TV. That night he didn’t get in until late and when he came to bed, he woke me with his mouth between my legs.

“How’s my girl?” He asked against my clit.

“I’m good, Master,” I answered sleepily.