“I, uhm…” Then he pinched both nipples at the same time, thrust his erection between my ass cheeks, and rubbed. I moaned loudly.
“Take off your clothes and lie on that chaise. Spread your legs. Go, now,” he growled all bossily.
Usually, being bossed around made me resist. But not with Reign or in this circumstance. Instead, when he let go ofme, I headed for the chaise unsteadily. Reign took my arm to help me balance. When I got to it, he situated himself so he could see me undressing, but first, he unzipped me in the back.
All it took was pulling the looped neckline over my head, and the jumpsuit dropped to my hips. A little push sent it past my hips and onto the floor. I stepped free of it. Then I picked it up and placed it on the arm of the chaise. I wanted it to remain wrinkle-free.
“Jesus Christ, you’ve been wearing only a thong under there all night. Goddamn, leave on the shoes. I’ll deal with the thong. Lie down on your back.” Reign’s voice was raspy. I did as he told me shakily.
I was barely seated before he was on me. His mouth attacked mine, kissing me until I could hardly breathe. Then, he broke the seal and kissed his way to my breasts, where he paused to suck and pinch them, causing me to cry out partially in pleasure and partially in pain. I wasn’t opposed to the conflicting sensations. In fact, they made me crave more, but Reign didn’t linger. Instead, he kissed and nibbled his way down my stomach to my pubic area. That’s when he ran into the thong. He glanced up at me.
“Is this pair sentimental?” he asked.
“N-no, why?”
Rather than answer me with words, Reign did it with action. He grasped my thong in both hands and yanked, tearing through the thin, fragile fabric that made up the sides of it. As soon as it gave, he tugged it down and off, tossing the scrap to the floor. I was panting and unable to say a word.
Reign shot me a wicked smirk. “Scream all you want, Sia. This room is soundproof.”
He followed that declaration by pushing my legs wide apart, lowering his head between them, and growling. That first swipe of his tongue made me see stars. Reign had gone down onme several times. It was something he loved to do, and I had no objections. I adored him eating my pussy. But it had never been like this. My whole body was lighting up. My cries were wild. I begged him at times to stop, then I’d immediately shout for him to continue. The first orgasm came within a minute or two. The next was a handful of minutes later, and by the time I climaxed a third time, I was weak and barely able to move.
I waited for him to continue, though I had to tell him no more if he did. Except he didn’t. Instead, he stood. Reign’s eyes were filled with fire, and he was breathing like he’d run a race. He tore at the button and zipper of his leather pants.
I whimpered as his huge cock popped free as he shoved his pants to mid-thigh. I had no clue if I could survive him fucking me, but I wouldn’t stop him. His cock was so red it was almost purple. Reign gripped himself tightly, then began stroking up and down his shaft.
“Don’t look away. I want to mark you, Sia. I need to put my essence all over you,” he said in a hoarse, gruff tone.
“Then do it,” I whispered.
It took no more than a dozen strokes for him to begin shooting his load on my breasts, stomach, and then my pussy. He shouted my name and grunted with every stream of cum. Its warmth made me want to touch it. With our eyes locked together. I rubbed his cum into my skin.
When Reign finished, he slumped partially over me, panting. However, he did run his fingers through the cum still on my skin.
“You are amazing. And I know this is probably too soon, but I love you, Anastasia Shah. You’re mine.”
I lifted his head by cupping his face. “Reign Caldwell, you’re the wonderful one, and I love you too, so I’m an early confessor, too.”
Our lips locking sealed the deal.
Sinner:
Anastasia and I snuck out of Lustz not long after we got dressed and out of the playroom. We’d barely made it in time to allow a Disciple, a fancy word for the room attendant who assured the room was clean and ready for the next patrons, time to clean up. My damn legs were weak.
The hotness factor of the night stayed with me, but by the time we got home, Anastasia was drooping with fatigue, so we showered and went to bed. However, it was now six o’clock in the morning. I’d woken from a dream where I had Anastasia tied in a gorgeous pattern of ropes. She was beyond dazzling. My cock was hard and aching.
Glancing over at her, I saw she was still asleep. That wasn’t a problem. Anastasia was sprawled flat on her back with one leg bent and out to the side. Slowly, I slid the top sheet and comforter down her body, exposing her deliciousness inch by inch. She didn’t open her eyes.
Next, I wiggled until I was in the position I wanted. All it took was lifting her one leg further out, and I had a spot for my head. Dropping my face to her snatch, I inhaled deeply, taking her scent deep inside me.
As it registered, I flicked out my tongue, running it up her slit. A gasp, then fingers grasping my hair on the back of my head, made me smile. Ah, she was awake. I kept lapping at her, like a cat licking up milk, but I raised my gaze to hers.
“Reign, are you trying to kill me? After last night, I’d think you’re tired of doing that to me.”
I paused long enough to answer her. “Jaanu, don’t ever think that. I can’t get enough of you, even if I did this all day. I want a morning treat, and there’s nothing better than your heavenly cum. Just relax and let me do all the work.”
Of course, she had to participate. Not only was my hair pulled, my scalp scraped by her nails, but she twisted and slid her pussy up and down my face. I adored it. I worked her until she had a second climax before I let up. Her body was flushed and emitting heat. Anastasia’s eyes sparkled. The way she panted told me that she loved me going down on her. As I rose upward, her legs came around to hook around my waist.
“Where do you think you’re going? I was denied your cock last night. You’re not doing that to me again,” she growled.
