I leaned in for a kiss, but before our lips met, Machine spun me around so I was pinned between him and the counter. Instead of feeling anxious about a strong, powerful man caging me in, I felt empowered, knowing I had him at my mercy, and knowing he would stop if I asked.
Machine grabbed the waistband of my yoga shorts, pausing to give me a moment to protest. When I didn’t, he pulled my shorts down, gripped my hips, and lifted me onto the counter, letting out a growl of appreciation when he noticed I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He dragged his lower lip over his teeth as he devoured me with his eyes, then pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, making me long for more before dropping to his knees and licking up the center of me.
“You taste like the sweetest treat, Bunny,” he growled.
Before I could say anything, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, making my hips buck. I let out a cry of ecstasy as he began devouring me like I was his last meal. I moaned as I ran my fingers through his short hair.
“Fuck,” I gasped. I continued to buck my hips, grinding myself on his mouth.
“That’s it, Bunny, fuck my face,” Machine growled, gripping my thighs tighter.
My orgasm began to build and crescendo when he pressed two fingers inside of me. He continued to pump his long fingers against my sweet spot with methodical strokes. My body felt hot all over, and none of me wanted this to stop. His tongue began to move in sync with his fingers, making stars dance in my vision. I never came from oral, but with this man, I guess anything waspossible. I cried out with pleasure as Machine licked my release from me.
He looked up at me with a dirty smirk as he wiped my desire from his mouth. Standing up, he gripped the back of my neck and crushed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. I moaned as I tasted myself on him.
He picked me up, his lips never leaving mine, and walked me to his room. My nails dug into his shoulders as I took what I needed from him. Releasing me from the kiss, he let me down. I stood in front of him, craning my neck to meet his gaze.
“I need you like I need air to breathe,” Machine said before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Be mine, Bunny, even if it’s just for one night.”
“If we do this, I’m in charge,” I breathed out, knowing that was what I needed to avoid a panic attack.
Machine nodded. “Okay, Bunny. Tell me, what do you want?”
“Lie down on the bed,” I instructed.
He obliged and lay on the large bed before us. I crawled on top of him, letting my wet heat rub against his cock through his sweatpants. He let out a growl of satisfaction before grabbing my hips and grinding me on top of him. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, giving him a smirk when he let out a noise of protest.
“I’m in charge, remember?”
He nodded and left his wrists above his head. I pressed my lips to his once more, letting my tongue caress his. I moaned as I rocked my hips before trailing my kisses down his neck and over his chest. Continuing my exploration of his body, I kissed over the ink-covered scars, savoring the way they felt on my lips. I kissed the center of the cross in the middle of his chest. I looked up and saw the awe in Machine’s eyes. My body slid against his as I continued my kisses, only stopping at his waistband.
“It’s my turn to see how sweet you taste, Hammer,” I said.
Machine let out a chuckle at the use of the nickname I’d given him. I slowly pulled his sweatpants and briefs down until his cock sprang free and exhaled as I ran my eyes down his length. He was huge, which his piercings emphasized. I didn’t think I could ever get used to it.
Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I licked the saltiness of his precum, making him groan. My mouth slid up and down his shaft, the piercings feeling cool on my tongue. I placed one of my hands at the base of his cock, stroking in rhythm with my mouth. Machine let out a heavy breath as his cock hit the back of my throat. After several more pumps, he let out a growl of frustration.
“I need to touch you,” he said desperately.
I looked up and slowly slid my mouth off of him. “Not until I say so.”
I watched as he flexed his fists, fighting the urge to break my command. I took him into my mouth again, working him until he was on the brink of orgasm. I popped my mouth off of him, and before he could protest, I moved up his body.
Before I put him inside me, Machine spoke up. “I want to hold you as you take every inch of me.”
I nodded. Machine wasted no time as he gripped my hips and slowly guided me down his shaft.
“Ah, Machine!” I cried out, feeling blissfully full.
Machine let out a growl, his hands tightening around my hips.
“Fuck…” he breathed out. “So fucking tight.”
I began to move my hips as I got used to his size and the piercings. They glided along my inner walls, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I pressed my hands against his inked chest, delighting in his groans of pleasure. He began to bounce me on his cock with more force than I thought possible.
“Easy, I’m in charge, remember?” I said between moans.
Machine loosened his grip on me and let me use him for my pleasure. I felt my orgasm build as his piercings rubbed all the right spots inside me.
