“We’ll see.” A smirk formed on his perfect mouth. “If you’re giving me this”—he pumped his fingers inside me—“then you have to give me this, too.”
I gasped when his thumb grazed my anus.
“Understood?”
I was willing to give him anything as long as he would ease the ache. “Yes.”
His thumb continued to tease the delicate nerve endings of my back hole. “Have you ever been fucked here?”
“No.” Until last night, until Jinx had fucked me with his thumb, no one had breached that entrance. It surprised me how good it felt, how taboo it was.
The look on his face was pure sin. I got the feeling he liked that I was an anal virgin, and he looked forward to ridding me of that pesky detail.
I looked forward to it, too.
His thumb continued to taunt my anus as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, then put them in his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I was mesmerized by the look on his face. The darkness that I sensed in him. I knew that he was going to show me things I hadn’t even fantasized about. Things that would never be discussed in my social circles because that wasn’t what stuck-up rich people discussed.
His other hand fell away. “Sit up.”
Disappointed but eager, I lowered my legs and sat up on the end of the chair.
In one swift move, he turned me around, manhandling me as though I weighed nothing.
“That’s where I want you,” he said when my feet were at the top of the chair, my head angled on the downward curve of the bottom, his denim-covered cock hovering above my face.
Watching him upside down was disorienting but exciting at the same time. I licked my lips, trying to urge him to hurry.
He didn’t. He took his time pushing his jeans and underwear down his legs, freeing his cock. Rule’s big hand curled around his beautiful dick as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. I watched as he cradled his balls with one hand and stroked himself with the other. When he stepped closer, I opened my mouth, wanting to taste him.
“Lick,” he instructed.
I had to lift my head to reach as he dragged his balls over my lips. I licked and savored as much as I could reach, his salty flavor going straight to my head.
He stepped back and brushed the head of his cock over my lips, painting them with pre-cum. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I eagerly awaited his next instruction.
“I want you to suck me. Nice and easy. Like you’re making love to my dick with your mouth. Don’t you dare make me come, or I’ll stop.”
Before I could ask, “Stop what?” he pressed one knee on the chair beside my head and leaned over me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, the firmness of his hands as he spread my legs wide. I propped my feet on the headrest and bent my knees outward, giving him full access to where I needed him most.
“Suck me,” he growled, his words reverberating through my pussy.
I tilted my head to take him in my mouth, but it wasn’t easy. He was even bigger than I thought. My lips stretched so wide I thought the corners would crack as I took him as deep as possible. In this position, he had more control than I did, but he didn’t fuck my face, he let me control the movements. I licked along his shaft, trying to learn the ridges, listening for sounds of his pleasure so I knew where to focus. Or trying to.
I used my hands, sliding them over his waist, his hips, the smooth, hard globes of his ass. Touching him was a treat in itself. He was so warm and so hard. I wanted to learn every ridge and plane of his body with my tongue.
My attention was divided because the sensation of his mouth between my legs was overwhelming, distracting me from pleasuring him.
“Keep going,” he said, nipping the inside of my thigh.
I whimpered, the pain sending a surge of pleasure through my veins.
“Ah, you like that.” He pushed one finger inside me, then nipped my leg again.
There was no denying it because my pussy contracted around his finger.
I tried rocking my hips, urging him to finger fuck me, but he was in complete control. Then he shifted, moving his supporting leg outward, giving me more room to maneuver beneath him. When I could move my head, I took him in my mouth again and fought to rival the sensations he was causing. I’d never had a man pay that much attention to me. Never had one who seemed as eager to give head as to receive.
