“Oh but I am. Running out this morning like you did is going to cost you. And since these chocolate kisses of yours are so sensitive, what better way to experience your first punishment?”
I inhaled sharply as he reached down, pinching my already protruding nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He moved farther between my thighs, causing them to separate even more to accommodate his big body. With his eyes still trained on me, he removed the nipple clamps from the box, tossing it over the side of the bed. He hesitated, holding up the clamps, his eyes requesting my consent.
“Do you want me to use these on you, precious?” he questioned.
I squeezed my eyes shut, as his thumb grazed one of my nipples. I was a huge fan of nipple play. I loved it, but no man had ever had me in this position so early on in a relationship. Hell, I hadn’t even allowed any man aside from my ex-husband to get this close to me with a pair of clamps. But with Tyler …
“Yes,” I answered just above a whisper, opening my eyes.
A deep moan came from Tyler’s throat as he reached down, applying first one then the second clamp, that were attached by a chain. My entire body began vibrating with need and sensation as the pinch of the clamps turned into pain and slowly edged its way into pleasure.
I bit my bottom lip, lifting my chin, beckoning Tyler’s kiss. He didn’t disappoint, leaning over and connecting our lips. This time the kiss was slow, torturous almost, as his tongue whirled around my mouth, savoring and tasting every portion. I could feel the wetness seeping from my core. I was sure I was leaving a huge wet spot against the pants of his tuxedo. Tyler obviously couldn’t care less, as he began pumping his hips against my pussy.
“Ahh!” I tossed my head back, groaning when he tugged on the chain that connected the nipple clamps, causing them to briefly squeeze even tighter.
“No more running, Destiny. I won’t allow it,” he said with a certainty and a steeliness that most men twice his age could barely muster.
But me being me, I had to have the last word. “I didn’t run,” I challenged, only to find myself hissing and writhing against the bed again when he pulled at the chain once more. I growled low in my throat.
“So fucking cute,” he retorted, grinning and displaying that damn dimple again.
I didn’t have time to respond when he moved from the bed and hurriedly removed the rest of his clothing. My mouth watered as I took in the perfection of his body. The previous night I’d been in too much of a rush to have him inside of me to really look over his body. He was the perfect specimen of a man. Beautifully sculpted muscles made possible by his years of amateur and professional athletic training. Unlike most redheads, he tanned quite well. Smooth tanned skin covered the hard mass of six pack muscles, pecks, biceps, and triceps. But even the excellence of his upper body paled in comparison to the gorgeous monstrosity of his cock. He was huge, and the red tip was already dripping angrily with precum. His large hand covered the base of his shaft.
“Since you like back talking so much, I’ve got something to fill that mouth of yours.”
I grinned at his words. “I’m not sure you could fit,” I taunted saucily, sitting up for him to lay down on the bed.
“Make it work,” he answered.
I moved, as he took his place at the center of my bed, and I leaned down between his legs, sitting on my knees. With one last look up at Tyler between my lashes, I bent lower and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the tangy precum that’d seeped from his body. I swallowed, delighting in his flavor. I covered the tip of his shaft with my mouth, using my tongue to make it nice and wet so I could easily maneuver up and down his length. I hadn’t totally been lying when I said I wasn’t sure if he would fit. But I wanted it as badly as I wanted my next breath. I lifted my head until his cock spilled out of my mouth. Spitting onto his shaft, I glanced up at Tyler to see his eyes at half mast, lips twisted up almost as if he was in agony. I used my tongue to swirl my spit around his tip before covering the entirety of it with my mouth again. I was able to go another inch lower, and then lower still, until he hit the back of my throat.
I didn’t have much of a gag reflex. I was thankful for that when Tyler’s hips began pistoning up and down off the bed, sending him deeper and deeper down my throat. I took all of him. I, like he, derived pleasure from seeing my partner fulfilled. The loud moans and frantic movement of his hips told me that he was enjoying this, which caused me to grow ever wetter.
“That’s feels good, precious,” he grunted. “Shit!” he cursed when I reached up to play with his balls while his cock was still in my mouth.
When they firmed up and his cock swelled, I knew he was ready.
“I’m going to come,” he ground out as if warning me.
I increased the speed of my bobbing head. Soon enough, my mouth was being filled with the sweet taste of his semen. I closed my eyes and let his juices squirt onto my tongue. I swallowed, anxiously anticipating the next spurt.
I didn’t get the chance to take the rest of him when I was unceremoniously flipped onto my back as Tyler made quick work of sheathing himself with the condom he’d still held in his hand. Again, his hand took both of my wrists and lifted them over my head as he entered my body.
“Fuck! You’re so wet,” he grunted against my lips.
I lifted my head, licking and then biting his lower lip, pulling it into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I moaned against his mouth when he pushed all the way inside of me until our hips met. I released his lip, inhaling deeply at the feeling of being so full.
“Not talking so much anymore,” he taunted.
I gasped again when he thrust into me with extreme force, daring me to try to respond to his taunting. I growled and wrapped my legs tightly around his lower back. Just when I had begun to think I was gaining the upper hand, he tugged at that damn chain again, causing my pussy walls to clench as the sensations coursed through me.
“Tyyyy,” I moaned, throwing my head against the pillows. I twisted my wrist, trying to break free. I wanted to touch him or punch him. He was driving me so damn crazy I didn’t know what I wanted to do.
“Mine,” he growled against my mouth. “Say it!” he demanded.
