Leaning against the wall, I smacked my whip against my hand while I patiently waited for Sym to join me. He was occupied, putting Doodle down for bed. I’d retreated to our bedroom to prepare for an evening of burlesque-inspired fun.
I was wearing a black corset bodysuit with black, lace stockings, leading into a pair of black Louboutin. The bunnyrabbit ears brought my look together, along with the tail poof on the back of my bodysuit. Sym was going to drool all over himself when he saw me.
I heard him coming before he appeared in the doorway. He didn’t notice the ambiance at first, but I could tell when he did. The candles and lowered lights created shadows on the wall that somehow moved in sync with the music playing softly. Finally, his eyes found me.
He licked his lips salaciously, eyeing me from head to toe. Stepping deeper into the room, he pushed the door closed, then locked it for good measure. Doodle usually slept through the night, but better safe than sorry. Baby girl did not need to know anything about what was happening within these four walls.
With slow strides, I closed the distance between us. I trailed my fingers across the front of Sym’s chest. I saw the chills racing down his body as he fought to remain still. Taking his hand in mine, I walked him over to the bed, then forcefully pushed him back on it.
Leaving no time for recovery, I straddled his lap and gripped his face in my hands. With controlled movements, I wound my hips to the beat of the song. He was instantly bricked up underneath me. “Kiss me,” I ordered him in a low voice.
He pushed my hair back and then crashed his lips into mine. An uncontrollable blaze sprouted up in my core. I bit down on his bottom lip, making him hiss. “Fuck, what was that for?”
I grinned proudly. “You didn’t sayyes, ma’amfirst.”
His eyes flashed with understanding. I knew I wouldn’t have to correct him again. Even though I’d been intimate with Sym multiple times already, my heart still raced when he admired my body like it was the finest craftsmanship known to man. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping them tightly. Although I loved the way his warmth comforted me, I was in control, and he’d broken another rule.
Lifting the whip, I thrashed it across his back, making him grunt. I bit into my bottom lip, tilting my head to the side. I waited for him to catch on. It didn’t take him long. “May I touch you, baby?”
I shook my head, crawling off his lap. “No, you may not.” I slowly danced to the music while making my way over to my pole. I loved performing for Symphony. In the privacy of our bedroom was the only time I allowed the reserved and quiet girl to slip away so the seductress could take control.
There was nothing more satisfying than bringing Sym to his knees. He was obsessed with me and sat in place like a good little boy, desperate for the chance to get his hands on me. I smiled while hanging upside down in a spread eagle. I did another series of turns before I closed the distance between us.
I backed up into him, then began to roll my body in his lap. I could smell his desperation before he let it spill from between his lips into the air. “Fuck, can I please touch you, ma’am?”
I bounced in his lap then nodded with a smile. “Access granted.”
His big hands cupped my breasts. I continued to dance while he groped me as if he’d never been acquainted with my body before. I surprised him when I leaned forward, placing my hands on the floor. I bounced my ass in his face, fully aware of what I was encouraging him to do. I smiled when he took the bait.
“Can I please eat your pussy, ma’am?” He smacked my ass cheeks then massaged away the sting of his touch.
“Please,” I replied, allowing my own desperation to mix in with his.
I paused long enough to allow him to unsnap my bodysuit. Once it was free, his face was buried in my pussy as if that was where it belonged. I moaned loudly, knowing that it actually was where it belonged. He knew how to make me feel pure blisswhen his mouth was on my flesh. He began to moan, sending tremors through my nerve endings.
I gasped when he gripped my body tighter and locked me in place. I had no choice but to take the pleasure. He spat, licked, and nibbled on my clit with no regard for its sensitivity. He had only one mission, and it was to make me cum all over his handsome face. He said my pussy juices kept his goatee healthy.
When he inserted his tongue inside me, I nearly lost my balance because my arms began to shake. Taking notice of what he was doing to me, Sym began to scoot back on the bed until I was sitting on his face. With us in that position, his dick was right in my face.
I pulled his sweatpants down, and his dick sprang up so fast it slapped against my lips. I giggled in surprise, my mouth growing wetter by the second. I ran my tongue along the length of his vein, making him moan, my pussy still in his mouth. In a quick motion, I slurped all of him into my mouth. It was so satisfying, bobbing my head up and down while tightening my jaws to ensure I got the reaction out of him I desired.
The sloppier I sucked, the faster he swiped his tongue. I started to jerk from how good it felt, but I refused to let him win. It was as if it became a competition to see who would explode first. I tasted the salty hint of his precum and knew I had him, but then he cheated by easing two fingers inside me. I instantly started to convulse and moan and grasp for something to erase the waves of pleasure crashing into my psyche, but there was no running from it. He refused to let me go.
I tightened my grip on his shaft and went to fucking work. Seconds later, he was letting off like a firework. I swallowed every drop, making his entire midsection cave. He cursed loudly enough to wake the neighbors. I smiled, satisfied.
Allowing no time for recovery, he pushed me off of him, then slid up behind me. He lifted my leg, then shoved his dick insideme. It was already back to full strength when he pushed through every barrier I had. My mouth fell open because I could feel every delicious inch. My eyes watered when he began to kiss on my neck while rocking his hips back and forth.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. I could fuck you all damn day.” The deeper he stroked, the faster he increased his pace until he was drilling into me. His voice turned rageful and sharp enough to cut. “You wanna tease me and shit, right?” He chuckled darkly. “I got something for your fine ass.” He wrapped my hair around his hand and stabbed me repeatedly.
“Ahhhh,” I sang in falsetto. This position felt too fucking good. Even my eyes began to twitch from the sensory overload. I couldn’t hold it together even if I wanted to.
“That’s right, baby. Be a good girl, and do what you do best.” He gripped the front of my throat while sucking on my earlobe. He knew that was a tender spot for me, so even though I didn’t think I could get any wetter, I did. “Mmm, you got me right where you want me, Valleigh. I’m your problem-solver. I’m your strength. I’m your fucking heart. Lay all that shit on me. I can take it. I can take it, baby. Give it to me. Give it to me.” His voice deepened to an octave that interfered with my ability to think. “Give it to . . .” His voice trailed off because my body obeyed his command and began to tighten before the release came.
Unable to hold on any longer, I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed at the same time that I felt the warmth of Sym’s nut filling me up. I didn’t know how long I lay there, heaving while twitching from the aftershock of the beating Sym put my pussy through. Honestly, I couldn’t tell you what happened after that. The last thing I remembered was Sym placing soft, delicate kisses down my spine that depleted the last of my resolve.
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SYMPHONY
