Sybil

 

 

Undressing him is a time-consuming task, especially since he warned me not to rush it. If it were up to me, I’d rip this suit off of his inarguably sculptured body, because I can’t wait any longer.

But he told me to be careful and to not do anything in a rush, so I do as I’m bid. Still, I don’t bother to suppress a sigh with awe when I get rid of his shirt and his muscular chest is revealed in front of my undeserving eyes. This just proves how far this man is out of my league. My fingertips trail along his well defined six pack and the v-shaped canyons that lead down to his groin. I’ve never seen, let alone touched, a man who looks like this.

My hands are trembling when I reach for his belt, wondering if he might use it tonight. Maybe if I misbehave? A part of me wants to test him, but for now I’m a good girl, aiming for praise and the reward he promised.

I unbuckle his belt and open his pants, dropping down onto my knees before I pull them down. He told me not to rush things, but I still dare to remove everything at once, so that his prominent erection springs free right in front of my face.

He’s massive! My eyes widen at the sight of his enormous member, causing him to chuckle.

“Now, that was a little too eager, don’t you think?” he says, and my heart jumps.

I let go of his pants and gasp in surprise when he grabs a fistful of hair at the back of my head and pushes me forward, forcing his length inside my mouth.

“Sorry, baby girl,” he says, as the tip of his impressive cock pushes against the back of my throat. “You’re not the only one who’s tired of waiting.”

A desperate gag is all I can respond with, but he doesn’t need me to speak anyway. Just as I think I might actually choke on his length, he pulls me back by the hair, leaving me just a second to gasp in air before he pushes himself between my lips again. I hold on to his athletically defined pelvis as he continues to fuck my mouth like no one has before him, especially not on a first date. If this can be considered a date at all.

Saliva is running down my jaw by the time he’s done with me. I cough and gag while he pulls my head back to force me to look up to him.

“Good girl,” he praises. “You took that like a champ. Now, let me return the favor.”

He lets go of my hair and steps aside.

“Get on,” he says gesturing toward the chaise lounge behind him. “On your back, make yourself comfortable and spread those pretty legs for me.”

My body obliges on its own accord, while my mind is still struggling to process what just happened. I climb on the chaise lounge, the collar biting into my neck as I lay down and hesitantly spread my legs for him, exposing my wet entrance. The shame has long been overrun by my impatient longing for him. I don’t care about anything but pleasure right now, and I know he can provide just that.

To my surprise, he gets down on his knees in front of the chaise lounge, bringing his face so close to my glistening lips that my lust is overshadowed by embarrassment for a moment. He looks at me, casting me a naughty smirk before he places his hands at the inside of my upper thighs, spreading my legs even further before he leans forward.

I yelp when his tongue meets my most sensitive spot right away. I’m so wet, so aroused by everything we’ve done so far, and so ashamed by my arousal at the same time.

He doesn’t care about any of that and starts drawing circles around my clit while his hands glide along the side of my waist up to my ribcage and finally settle on my breasts, where he zeroes in on my erect nipples all too soon. He takes them between his thumb and index finger and starts pinching and rolling them, sending electric shocks of faint pain through my body mixed with the pleasure his tongue is bringing me.

I groan in ecstasy, closing my eyes and arching my back, egging him on to torture my hardened nipples even more. Nothing else matters, just his touch, his skillful hands and his seasoned tongue working its magic between my legs. I could come like this, any minute, but I don’t want to. Not before I’ve felt him inside of me.

“Fuck me,” I beg, pressing my eyes shut in shame.

He answers with an extra hard pinch on my already tender nubs and a gentle bite on my clit. It almost sends me over the edge, but he withdraws just in time.

“Naughty girl,” he comments, and for a moment I fear that he might postpone it even longer. But instead, he reaches to the side, producing a condom from a drawer in the coffee table. I hear plastic ripping a second later and breathe in anticipation as he rolls the condom over his length.

He positions himself on top of me, his tip teasing my wet entrance when he commands me to look up at him.

I obey and meet his eyes just as he starts pushing himself inside of me, his considerable girth stretching me like no man has before. My eyes instinctively shut as I relish the feeling, but he protests.

“No, look at me!”

I lazily open my eyes just enough to see him on top of me, his well-defined muscles tensing as he shoves himself inside.

“You need to see who’s doing this to you,” he breathes, his excitement apparent. “I want to see your beautiful eyes while I fuck you senseless, Miss Young.”

Him calling me by my last name reminds me of the taboo connotation of our relationship, and it fuels the raging lust for him. We shouldn’t do this, not here, not now – and yet we are, and it feels so damn right.

He starts fucking me, shoving in and out in brute thrusts that shake my entire body while I hold on to the backrest, my eyes never leaving his while he fucks me into oblivion. I needed this. I had no idea how much I needed this until now.

His massive cock continues to stretch me with every shove, testing me, owning me. I’m reminded of his ownership every moment by the collar that’s pinching my skin every time his member fills me with its daunting length.

“Come,” he tells me.

I want to protest, but he doesn’t give me a choice as he uses his thumb to tease my swollen clit while continuing to thrust inside of me. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t resist. My climax was imminent even before he added this extra push, but now it rolls over me with relentless force. A blinding wave of bliss takes a hold of me and for a moment I lose myself, closing my eyes shut as I groan and quake, helplessly surrendering to this release he’s forcing out of me. My muscles are clenching around him, sending him over the edge as well and causing him to moan as he finds his own release inside me.