Jeremy
My sweet Carrie, she looks even more beautiful. The flicker light of the candles warming her lovely skin. She asks permission to touch me as if she thought I would refuse. As I could refuse her anything, she doesn’t know what she does to me. The way she steals my control, the way her very presence intoxicates me, from the first moment I saw her I knew I had to have her. I watch as she slides to her knees in front of me. I’ve already tasted her but I want to experience every bit of her perfect innocent body. But I meant what I said to Carrie, I would never take from her anything that she doesn’t offer me. It’s strange for a man like me to have limits I suppose, but I have them still. God how I want to possess her to make her mine.
Carrie’s small delicate hand trembles just slightly as she pulls down the zipper of my pants. I hear her gasp, and lick her lips. I can feel my cock twitch in anticipation of sliding between her lush full lips. I grow even harder knowing that mine will be the first cock she’s ever tasted and if I have my way it also be the only one she ever tastes. Her hands slide up thighs slow, tentative as she reaches for the waist of my boxer briefs, I lift my hips to help her and groan with relief when my cock springs free.
My sweet Carrie’s eyes go wide and her mouth hangs slightly open. I know my cock is huge and I see a bit of doubt and fear creeping into her eyes. I never want her to feel fear or doubt with me. I reach down brushing on of her thick dark waves out of her face. I gather allow of my control and look into her eyes. I want her to understand that I mean every word I say to her.
“You don’t have to, Carrie,” I say.
She looks up at me her big brown eyes filled with so much need and desire that it shakes me to my core. I’m not a man accustomed to wanting. Or rather I should say I’m not accustomed to having my wants go unfulfilled. I want so much from her. I want to lose myself in the softness of her body, I want to bury myself inside every one of her holes. I want to touch the darkness inside of her.
“I want to,” she says. “I want to please you.”
Her voice trembles and my cock jerks. I know Carrie isn’t accustomed to expressing her desires but I intend to unlock all her secrets. I stroke my hand through her hair, letting my fingers tangle in those dark waves. She wraps her tiny fingers around my cock and strokes experimentally. I groan low in my throat.
Carrie looks up at be from underneath the long dark lashes, that frame her chocolate brown eyes. I see a riot of emotion in those eyes. Her desire is at war with the world tells she should be, but I know what she is.
“Yes, Carrie,” I say, letting her name roll of my tongue in a way that I know will make her shiver.
I watch her teeth sink into her lower lip, full and swollen by my kisses. God, I could probably come just from the site of her naked and kneeling before me yearning to please me. The way that she opens herself to me is an aphrodisiac all its own. She tightens her grip as much as she can and strokes a little faster she licks her lips and her eyes fix of the pre-cum leaking from the head of my cock. She looks back up at me again.
"What do you want?" she asks.
I watch the rise and fall of her chest. I know that she isn’t prepared to hear the true answer to that question.
“I’ve gotten what I want.” It’s a shadow of the truth. “What do you want Carrie?”
I hear a hitch in her breath, but she looks up me, and it’s clear that desire is once again taking hold of her.
“I want to suck your cock.” She looks down quickly and I see the flush on her cheeks. I also see the way her nipples have hardened again to stiff peaks that I want to take between my teeth. I also note the way she’s squirming, pressing her thighs together.
I raise an eyebrow. “Carrie, I can deny you, nothing.”
I watch as her tongue flicks the head of my cock, tasting me. She then runs her tongue the length of my cock tasting me. She licks her lips again and then sucks the head of my cock into her mouth.
The sight of her pretty full lips stretching around my cock tests the very limits of my control, my sanity. Her mouth is like heaven, hot, wet perfection, wrapped around my throbbing cock. I resist the urge to thrust as she slowly lowers her head to take more of me. My fingers tighten in her hair.
“Carrie," I breathe my sweet angel’s name.
She hums softly and my cock throbs and jerks in the soft wetness of her mouth. Carrie attempts to lower her head further and I keep my hand in hair guiding her so that she doesn't take too much too fast, but she will take every inch of it. I slowly relax my hold one her an inch at a time like the most exquisite torture, until finally her lips reach the base of my cock. My throbbing cock fills her mouth and she begins to slowly move her head.
Pleasure like the sweetest poison crawls through my veins and claws its way up my spine, obliterating the last shreds of my self-control. I thrust up into her mouth feeling the head of my cock touch the back of her delicate throat. Her hands tighten on my thighs but she doesn’t stop sucking. Instead she times the movement of her head to match the rhythm that I've set for her. I look down and I don't believe I ever seen anything as beautiful as Carrie kneeling before me with my cock in her mouth and my fingers tangled in her wild hair.
I want to keep her forever. I want to break the cage that surrounds her dark mind. I want to watch her become the beautiful deadly siren that lures fools to their death. She could do it easily. I'd certainly follow her into the darkest pits of hell with a smile on face. If I weren’t so lost in the pleasure of her mouth, perhaps I’d wonder who the real captive here is. But I can’t think about anything other than the wet, delicious heat of her mouth.
The pace of my thrust speed up and I imagine how Carrie will soon look covered in the remnants of my release. I want to come all over her, one of many ways I’ll lay claim to her body. The same ecstasy that obliterated my self-control has made me feral. I snap my hips forward as the white heat of pleasure overtakes my body and mind. I arch into Carrie's beautiful mouth and spill stream after stream of my seed into her throat. Carrie tries to swallow it all but I pull back and allow my seed to cover her lips, her neck, her chest. I lean back into my chair somewhat sated. I watch as Carries tongue darts out tasting my cum. She then leans forward and laps up what remains on my cock before tucking it neatly back in my pants. She licks her lips clean and looks up as me a debauched and fallen angel. She wears corruption well. It suits her. I’m not the least bit surprised.
"Was it…was I?" She asks her voice barely above a whisper.
I take her arm and help her to her feet pulling her back into my lap so that she’s straddling me. I rest her forehead against mine.
"You were perfect,” I say kissing her lips savoring the taste on myself on her tongue. I tilt her head back kissing her deeply with all the passion and madness that's in me.
Carrie grips the front my he shirt trying to pull me closer to her. Finally the need for breath breaks our kiss. I scrape my teeth against her long lovely neck just to feel her shiver against me. I begin dropping kisses along her collarbone, licking the cum from her chest. She whimpers, a small little sound, but enough to make my cock twitch. I could take her a thousand times and never want her with less than every fiber of my being. She's my obsession.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, my tongue collecting the seed that drips from it. Carrie tangles her hand in my hair and her nails scrape against my scalp. God the things I want to do her, but those are pleasures for another night. I bring my lips back to her and kiss her again, this time lightly on the lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and holding her close against me and carry her upstairs.