“Suck me, mon bien-aimé.”
Her hands slide up my thighs and I groan when she curls her fingers around my cock and strokes me from base to tip. Abandoning the submissive pose, she rises to a full-on kneel. She watches the pearly white pre-cum bead from my tip trickle down my throbbing cock shaft and she catches it with hertongue.
“Ohfuck.”
A bigger drop of pre-cum drips from the tip, and again she licks it from my shaft, this time showing it to me before closing her mouth andswallowing.
I can’t stand the teasing anymore, and I push my hand into the back of her hair, fisting it. “Take my cock, mon bien-aimé. I need to feel your warm, wetmouth.”
She opens and slides her mouth over the crown and down my length until it hits the back of her throat. And fuck, she swallows around the tip. “Baby, you’re so good atthat.”
Her head bobs up and down, slurping loudly, but it’s not enough. The Dom inside me has been holding back the last four weeks so I could avoid giving her too many keys, too quickly. I’ve neglected his needs for toolong.
I needmore.
I tighten my grip on her hair and thrust my hips while using my hold to set the pace. And my girl takes my cock in and out of her mouth like none other ever has. Everything that we do together is in perfectsynchronization.
I massage the back of her head, my way of praising her for a job well done. “You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in yourmouth.”
Those eyes look up at me again, and fuck, her expression is nearly my undoing. And I’m not ready for this toend.
“Up, mon bien-aimé. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” With my assistance, she rises to her feet, using my grip for balance. “Feel allright?”
“Yes,Master.”
“Call me Mr. Broussard… Mrs.Broussard.”
Her lazy eyes widen. “I’m Mrs. Broussardagain?”
I hold her hips and guide her to the bed, forcing her to sit and lie on her back. “Yes, and Mr. Broussard has missed his wife’spussy.”
I lift her legs, placing them on my shoulders, and press my weight against the backs of them. Her body is folded in half when my cock meets her entrance and the gasp that she releases on the first thrust makes my cock swell withpride.
“Oh God, Mr. Broussard,” she cries out. “You feel so deep likethis.”
I’m buried balls deep inside her tight pussy, and I savor the feel for one, two, three seconds before pulling back and driving my cock right back inside. Over and over andover.
Fuck, she feels good. Better thangood.
Perfect. She feelsperfect.
She gives me pleasure in a way I’ve never known. But the pleasure doesn’t come only from her body surrounding mine. It’s her smile, her laugh, hergoodness.
She is light. I am dark. And she illuminates my gloomy, sunlessworld.
I pump in and out of her, my balls slapping against her ass. The slapping sound competes with the wet suction sound of my cock moving in and out of her drenchedpussy.
“I want your cum deep inside me, Mr.Broussard.”
Fuck, I want my cum deep inside her too, but she doesn’t understand what it is that she’s asking for. And that’s my fuckingfault.
I’m close. So fucking close and I have to decide what I’lldo.
I lower her legs from my shoulders, preparing to pull out right before I come, and her legs wrap around me like steel tentacles, pulling me close. “Give it to me, Mr. Broussard. All ofit.”
“Baby, I’m going to come on yourstomach.”
“No, Mr. Broussard. I want it.” She locks her feet behind my back and hangs on for dear life. “And you’re going to give it tome.”
