his fingers grazed the
hypersensitive skin of her rear as he asked, “Okay?”
She took a breath, stil ing the panic to try to find an
answer. The dildo stretched her past comfortable but not
ful y into pain, creating contrary signals that her desire
absorbed and translated into something darker, something
deeper, something intriguingly different. She nodded yes.
“Good. Now, I want you to use your mouth and show me
how you want to be loved.”
He was al owing her some control, letting her set the
pace for her seduction. She was intrigued. Tempted and
intrigued. Indecision held her immobile for a timeless,
breathless second. She felt too…stretched for anything
vigorous.
With the slightest of hesitations, she took just the tip of
his penis into her mouth. He throbbed against the inside of
her lips. She eased her head gently up and down. The dildo
moved with the same shal ow motion, forcing her tight
muscles wider and the burn higher, the joy higher stil .
She could handle that, she decided, repeating the move.
It stil wasn’t exactly pleasurable. There were too many
conflicting emotions inside for her to sort out the pleasure
from the other, newer sensations, but she could sense it
waiting, just beyond her grasp. She forgot to caress his
cock, and he stopped.
Darn. She squeezed her eyes tighter and resumed her
movements.
“You want it like that for a while?” he asked.
Feeling vulnerable and exposed, she nodded her head.
“Okay. Rest your cheek on my hip and we’l try this for a
while.”
At first, she couldn’t relax, but the steady massage of the
penetration soon eased the tension from her muscles. The
motion became smoother and easier as she relaxed into
the play. She loved the feeling of being penetrated almost
more than she loved to come, and the sensation was even
more intense, more satisfying this way. And now, with
Marc’s permission, she was able to ful y focus on the stroke
of the toy over her most sensitive nerves, to wal ow for as
long as she wanted in the pure bliss. She lifted her hips
facilitating the easy rhythm.
Her ass began to throb and twitch, and the easy
screwing became more irritating than satisfying. Rooting
with her lips, she found his cock and engulfed him in one
deep swal ow. The dildo echoed her efficiency.
Her satisfied groan danced down his shaft.
It felt good. So damn good.
She took him again, deeply. Her ass relished the same
treatment. Marc caught the rhythm, slow and deep, hovering
on the retreat before plunging back in to linger on the push.
Unlike a cock, the dildo didn’t get too excited and put an
end to the sensation. She was free to enjoy it as long as
she could, letting the burn become an ache that sharpened
to a high-pitched need that spread outward, building in a
wave. She yanked her mouth off his cock, sinking her teeth
into his thigh, biting down as she took more, her ass
clenching down hard, holding tight….
She felt his laugh more than heard it. “Feels that good,
huh?”
Again, al she could do was nod.
“Imagine how good it’s going to feel when it’s my cock
instead of a toy.”
She closed her eyes, imagining it, wanting it. “Oh yes.”
She shifted up and caught the tip of his penis in her
mouth. Just the tip. She closed her lips tightly around it and
slid it in and out, flirting with the idea of penetration, making him relive over and over the thril of possession.
“Oh God,” she moaned as he forced her ass open again
and again with the same piercing motion. “Don’t stop.
Please.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Desire roughened his voice to a
hoarse parody of his low drawl and any doubt she had that
he was enjoying this as much as her died a quick death.
“But I think it’s time to change things up.”
His cock slid impossibly deep, hitting the back of her
throat, holding there while she struggled with not to gag.
The dildo plumbed her ass with the same erotic
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