Sasha's Portrait Read Online Free PDF

years? Or is it just men you haven’t had for that long? You prefer women?”
    “What! Of course not.” Sasha couldn’t believe he’d suggested such a thing.
    “Relax. It’s not as if it would turn me off. I watch my subs with other women.”
    “I’m not your sub, and I’m not a lesbian,” she said darkly, wondering what he found so amusing. She hoped it wasn’t her naiveté.
    “Mmmm, yes, well there’s always a first time for everything. But, right now, I’d say it’s way past time you got fucked. By a man.”
    Lifting her in his arms, he strode purposely down the hall to her bedroom where he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
    With a promise like that, Sasha wasn’t about to go anywhere. Scooting up on the bed, she waited for him to return. She heard him in the bathroom and then making the rounds in her house, presumably locking up. Apparently, he didn’t plan on any interruptions, which suited her just fine.
    Derrick returned to her room and was in the process of shucking his jeans when her bookshelf caught his attention. Naked, he strolled over to it. Books of erotica filled the three short shelves, from suspense to paranormal to straight BDSM. Turning towards her, he smiled at her look of consternation.
    Sasha watched him warily as he moved towards her, his hard cock in his hand, and a look of amusement on his face. She yelped when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed; his hands sliding up her legs to grasp her behind her knees.
    As he knelt down and lifted her legs over his shoulders, his eyes remained on hers. “It’s past time you started to live out some of those fantasies, don’t you think?”
    Sasha could only nod her head in silent agreement as he lowered his mouth to her pussy; his tongue swept through her moist slit like he was lapping up cream. Leaning on her elbows, she unashamedly watched him as he licked her again, and again; his grey eyes were on hers as he proceeded to give her more pleasure than she had ever known.
    Derrick’s thumbs went to her folds and spread them wide; his eyes lowering to her glistening pink flesh; his senses filling with the smell of her arousal. By the look of wonder and excitement in her pale blue eyes, he wondered if this was her first experience in oral sex. The thought excited him as he buried his tongue in her pussy and licked her sweet cream, his lips sucking, and his teeth nibbling her sensitive flesh.
    Sasha gasped, threw her head back and jerked her hips against his mouth. She had never imagined how wonderful a mouth could feel on her pussy, a tongue licking her, lips eating at her, the painful heat of his teeth on her clit.
    “Oh, God!” she cried out when he sucked on her clit; his mustache tickled her exposed walls as he continued to make a meal of her cunt.
    Derrick moved his hands down to grip her buttocks as she thrust against his face; her uninhibited response made his cock ache to be buried inside the warm, wet channel he was sucking. As he felt her orgasm ripple and tasted the gush of her come on his tongue, he rose above her, shoved her spread knees to her chest, and rammed into her pulsing sheath.
    Her orgasm gripped his cock as he shoved in and out of her tight cunt; her juices coated his hard member. “Watch,” he commanded her, leaning back, his hands holding her knees back and spread wide.
    Sasha looked down to where he surged in and out of her grasping cunt, breathing heavily from the strength of her orgasm, the sight of his wet cock as he pulled in and out of her spread lips thrilling her. He took her hard, rough and fast, and she loved every aching thrust. She collapsed as another orgasm erupted; her hands going to her breasts as her hips slammed against his. This wasn’t lovemaking or even sex, it was fucking, and she loved every second of it.
    Derrick felt her second orgasm, loved the sight of her hands squeezing her breasts, and the way her hips met his over