She gave a closed mouth moan, letting me feel the vibrations while the head of my cock was on her lips.
She made a tight little circle with her mouth, making small attempts to go down, but she had kept such a tight ring that I wasn't able to push through, my dick too large for the small tight hole she made and I was met with too much resistance. My head tipped back in the chair as my dick started to strain painfully. This was not working. I looked down and caught her looking up at me, eyes sparkling with amusement. Was she doing that on purpose?Well, if that was how she wanted to play it…
I suddenly grabbed the back of her head and yanked her down onto my cock roughly, impaling that sweet, wet mouth, breaking past the tight hole her lips made by force. It felt triumphant when I broke past her dirty lips. The wet heat of her mouth was so intoxicating that I almost wanted to let go, let her take over and slide up and down my dick like a good little princess, but I felt her giggle as she had a mouth full of my cock, letting me know she thought this was fun.
Fun, eh? I wanted her to feel more than fun.
I tightened my hand in her hair and started to yank her up and slam her back down, making her choke on my cock as I filled her to the back of her throat. I thought I had finally broken her from thinking she could fuck with me for fun, but then her mouth got wetter as she whimpered.
She took a breath through her nose and then started to keep up the pace on her own. Her breaths became rapid as she bobbed furiously up and down. Her hips started to buck against the air, seeking friction, as if she was getting turned on by this. By my rough and rigid treatment.
Oh fuck, what was she doing to me? It was an excruciating, mind-blowing kind of pleasure that she was giving me. Her ruined mouth now dripped with saliva as she kept her pace, the pace that I set and thought she couldn’t handle. My eyes traced her movements, impressed with everything about her.
Every time she pulled away, I admired the streaks of red and my cock twitched, enjoying her marks on it, like she was making her impression on me just as forcefully as I was on her. It was pure satisfaction to see her, feel her, on me. My hand started to loosen from her hair as her sucking started to get sloppy.
It was then that she started to take over. She cupped my balls and started to give my dick thick, long licks alongside the large vein underneath.
My thighs started to shake at the pleasure, my head thrown back in ecstasy as I paid attention to her slurps and sucks like it was Mozart playing. As soon as she started to swirl her tongue around my length, I almost lost it. “Fuck, princess, you fucking take that dick like such a good girl. You're making me wish for the real thing.”
She popped off, her hair a mess and her lipstick streaked, but she still looked stunning in all her just-fucked perfection. Smirking at my words like the sex enchantress she was. Just at the sight of her, my dick started to weep pre-cum, and her eyes lit up like it was fucking Christmas. She quickly wrapped her lips around just the tip and sucked it in hard while she used her tongue to lick at the seam.
The strangled groans that spilled from my lips were slightly embarrassing, but when she slid her lips down, deep-throating me nice and slow so I could feel my head going down her throat, it was fucking magical. It was like she was trying to suck my soul out through my dick, and by the sound of my broken cries while it was happening, I think she was achieving it.
I was starting to feel a tug in my balls and I knew that I didn’t want to spill into her mouth. I had been daydreaming about that pussy for days and I wanted the real thing. I’d had enough foreplay, so I grabbed her by her shoulders, popped her off, and lifted her up. Once she was standing, I circled my arms around her waist and plopped her ass on the table. She tried to get off, but something primal inside of me shifted.
I growled in her face and grabbed her by the throat. It surprised me because this was not normally how far I took things. Normally I would be a little dominant, wanting control, but I knew that and made sure to not take it too far. But this enchantress had brought the animal out of me.
“Be a good girl,” I rumbled as my breath caressed her face. “Good girls get to come. Good girls get to be fucked hard and fast, like they want. Are you a good girl?” My voice was raspy, taunting, seeing what she would pick.
She looked down at my dick, biting her swollen, used lips, trying to decide which way she wanted it to go. Either way, I was going to win, so I just waited for her answer.
“And if I'm a bad girl?” Her voice, sexy and raspy from my dick, rung in my ears. Turning my body to granite.
I grabbed her chin hard. “If you’re bad, I'm going to turn your ass around and fuck it with the savagery I’m feeling.”
She shuddered, not in disgust or repulsion, because her eyes lit up with excitement and lust. She didn't mind being a bad girl or a good one. That trait alone made her exquisite.
I waited patiently, even if it was painful for me to do so. I wanted this. I wanted to go further, to show her the heights I could take her to, but it had to be her choice. It took her a few more seconds before she looked at me with a pout, sticking that ample bottom lip out, tempting me to bite it.
“I think I’ll be a good girl… Today.” It didn't escape my attention that she said today, like next time she might choose to be bad. I liked that. I liked that entirely too much. We’d agreed to a one-time thing—I had to get her across that portal—but a piece of me wanted that next time. An even smaller, deeper piece of me wanted it for even longer.
I wanted to see what we could do together when she was a bad girl. See how much she liked to be punished, because I had a feeling she would love it, and so would I.
“Good girl it is. Now stay still.”
She did as I asked, and I was riding my own high by having this strong, capable woman taking directions so well. Not just any directions, my directions, because her body was mine right now.She was mine.
I slipped my hands down her thighs, gripping them like I had wanted to earlier, then I grabbed the two ends of her skirt and ripped my way up her thighs. Her pencil skirt was now in two halves on each side of her tone, supple legs. She gasped and arched into me, but I heard a faint whisper, “I need to go shopping.”
I stopped and looked up at her. “What?” I asked, annoyed that I was interrupted.
She quickly breathed out, “Nothing,” and when my eyebrow lifted in question, she pushed forward, “I swear. Sorry. Please keep going.” Her panting made my decision for me and I got back in the zone.
I hooked my fingers under the sides of her underwear and slid the silky material off slowly. Her breathing hitched as I pulled them down, letting my fingers dig into her thighs as I did so. I saw clouds of her Lust magic wafting off her, but she quickly pulled it back in. Maybe she did that because she thought I was human and couldn't take it.
And that reminded me of the other problem of why I couldn't have her again. She thought I was human.
My power started to roar underneath my skin, becoming sharp pin pricks of needles all over my body, pushing for me to let it out. But I couldn't. Not until I made the deal with her I wanted to make, then I would let her know my true nature. So I pushed forward, ignoring the pain and focusing on the pleasure.
