I take him deeper, until his cock hits the back of my throat. His hand tightens in my hair.
“Baby. Tell me,” he rasps. “Do you love this?”
Slowly I drag my lips up his shaft and release. I kiss the head of his cock, where precum is already leaking. “You know I do.”
I can feel the effort it's taking him to stay still, to let me set the pace. His head drops back as his green eyes go almost black. “Show me, sweetheart. Show me what that pretty tongue can do.”
So I do. I take him in my mouth again. I suck and swirl my tongue around the ridge between his head and shaft, the way I know he likes it. His thighs are tense under my palms, muscles hard and defined, and I feel them flex when I find a rhythm that really drives him crazy.
I keep glancing up, greedy to watch his control dissolve, and I think: I did that. I'm doing that. This man who never loses control of anything, coming apart under my hands.
Even though I'm on my knees, I understand that I have all the power here.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Look at those cherry lips wrapped around my dick. Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
His ridged ab muscles flex as he sucks in a breath. His free hand drops to the rock beside him, fingers pressing flat against the warm stone.
I’m moaning around his cock and he loves that too, loves how much I’m getting out of this. Increasing my tempo, I grip him at the same time I suck him. His balls tighten like he’s going to come, but then his hand tightens in my hair and then he's pulling me up.
I whimper my objection and he kisses it away.
“No. You don’t get to swallow my cum today,” he murmurs,kissing along my jaw. “Not when you’ve been a little fucking brat. On your hands and knees.”
He's already moving, turning me, positioning me, his hands firm on my hips.
The rock is warm under my palms as I get on my hands and knees like he told me. He’s kneeling behind me, erect and dripping precum, a sheen of sweat on his tan skin.
I wait for him to push inside me. I’m desperate for it.
There’s an arrogant smirk on his face that says he knows I am.
“You’re gonna make such a good little wife.” His palm slides along my spine, all the way down to the curve of my ass. He pushes two fingers inside me and pumps them, coating himself in my wetness. “Happiest with my cock inside you. Mouth, pussy, you love it all. Should I have your ass next?”
He slides his fingers out of my pussy and drags them up.
As he caresses my rim, I make a sound that’s half-shock, half-pleasure. He circles slowly, just the tip of his finger, not pressing in. Learning me there the same patient way he learned every other part of me.
I can’t believe he’s touching methere. “Walker…”
He circles again. Slower this time. The shock of it gives way to a warmer sensation, a feeling that pulls low in my belly, and I hear myself exhale shakily.
His finger pushes in. Every part of me clenches around him and I let out a gasp as the foreign, unexpected pleasure of it sparks through every nerve ending.
There’s a low chuckle behind me. “Yeah, darlin’, you’re gonna like when I have your ass.” He moves it slow, in and out, and I can’t believe the sounds coming out of me. Can’t believe what he’s doing to me. It feels so dirty and wrong and hot, and I can’t believe I’m letting him.
“You want me to be the first to fuck all your holes, my sweet princess?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I breathe, face burning at the admission. Every part of me feels like it’s aflame.
“Good girl. Good answer.”
He withdraws his finger and I clench again, needy, feeling so empty. Needing him to fill me.
“Not today, though,” he says. “But you're gonna think about it. And next time you mouth off at me…” There’s a kiss pressed to the back of my neck as he bends over me. “You're gonna wonder if that's the day I decide you've earned it.”
Straightening back up, he grips my hips. Nudges the head of his cock against my pussy lips.“I’m gonna be all your firsts, baby. All your onlys.”
He pushes into my cunt, just the tip.
