Serving Mr. Stevens, Part Two: Lover's Complaint -- An Erotic Romance (Part 2 of 5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

second. I popped him out of my mouth and knelt down to focus on his balls. I licked the underside of his shaft and then took each testicle lightly into my mouth, one at a time. He moaned as I did this, his knees caving slightly with the intensity of the sensation. I moved my lips back up to the head of his cock, rubbing my tongue all around it in small circles as I focused my attention there.
     
    He smacked my ass lightly with the riding crop, not as punishment, but just because he knew it would turn me on – and it did, immeasurably. I loved, loved, loved sucking his cock. My nipples were standing up sharply under the cups of my bustier, and I suddenly realized I’d been rubbing my thighs together in pleasure in order to stimulate myself there. I needed him inside me, and soon. Luckily for me, he had a similar idea.
     
    “Get up,” he commanded, and pulled me sharply to my feet. It was still hard to balance on my high heels, but luckily we didn’t have far to go. There was a black leather couch along the side of the room, and it was here that he led me. Without hesitation, he yanked down my dress to expose the sexy black lace of my undergarments.
     
    “Well, well, well,” he said, drinking in the sight of my X-rated lingerie. “What do we have here...” He pulled my dress down the rest of the way to the floor, leaving me standing there exposed before him in my lingerie and stockings. He pushed me down onto the couch, guiding me gently but firmly onto my back. He pulled off my shoes, one by one, and then unclipped the bustier and removed it. I strained my breasts up towards him, willing him to grant me the pleasure of his touch. I was lying there naked except for my stockings now, my hands still bound behind me. I was completely at his mercy, and I knew he intended to use me for his pleasure, however he wanted.
     
    My naked womanhood exposed to him between the thigh-high stockings, he ran his finger roughly down my slit, causing my hips to buck involuntarily. He reversed direction and slowly, slowly dragged a finger between my inner lips, causing a deep sensation that was equal parts pleasure and torturous, teasing ache. “Oh, God,” I moaned, despite myself. He bent down and kissed me, pressing his tongue between my teeth as he kept his hand planted firmly on my groin. He swung his leg over me, straddling my thighs with his own so that his cock was placed just millimeters from where I wanted it to be.
     
    Still kissing me, he guided himself slowly into me, swallowing the moan that escaped my lips. If my hands hadn’t been tied behind me, I would have dug my fingernails into his back at that moment. As it was, I was forced to take him however he wanted to have me, in complete submission to his desire. I had never experienced anything hotter. I bit his lip in a heated craze, urging him deeper inside me. As he continued to move inside me, I felt my wetness cover his shaft to the hilt.
     
    He took my breast in his hand and grabbed it, rubbing his palm over the nipple. I had to close my eyes from the intensity of the pleasure. His thrusting became stronger and more rhythmic as we continued the long-awaited consummation of our desires. I was totally lost in the moment, my mind a hundred places at once. The carnal pleasure threatened to consume me, and I wasn’t sure I could stand this much longer. I desperately wanted to delay my orgasm, but it was building so inevitably that there wasn’t much I could do about it. But at the last second before I reached that precipice, he backed off the intensity, slowing down his thrusts to a gentler pace. I looked at him with gratitude, and he seemed to know exactly why. “Oh, no,” he said. “You don’t get to come just yet.”
     
    With that, he pulled out of me and stood up, forcing his cock into my mouth. I could taste my own juices on him as my lips moved down his shaft. “I’m going to come soon,” he said between groans, “and you’re going to swallow it –