Page 56 of Brassy Bigwig

Pushing it to the floor, he takes my hand and helps me walk out of it. Suddenly, he whips me around and smacks my bare ass. An act I never would have thought I’d be excited by. He reaches around the front of me with one hand and latches onto my clit as he unfastens my bra with the other one. I hold out my arms and let it fall to the floor before he turns me to face him once again. As I reach down to pull my heels off, he stops me.

“No. The heels stay on.”

Naked, while he is still fully clothed, I’m led down the length of his hallway and into the great room. The room comes to a point straight ahead, one of the many corners of this peculiarly constructed building. D stops me in the center of the room and walks in a circle around my body until he’s directly in front of me.

I want to cover myself all of a sudden. The balance of power feels incredibly skewed with him still in his clothing and me in nothing more than my favorite pair of Louboutins. As I wrap my arms around myself, he pulls off his sport coat and tosses it onto the floor. Next, he works his shoes off. Then his belt followed by his pants. I have to say, I’m enjoying his little strip tease very much. His indecent stare never leaves mine as he continues undressing until he’s down to his boxers only.

Finally, he closes the small distance between us and reclaims my lips with his. As his hands roam my body, I gently cup him in my palm.

“Gamáto,” he utters, closing his eyes with pleasure.

“D, I…” I’m too scared to say what I want.

“What? Tell me, théa. You don’t have to be shy around me.”

I swallow my nerves and take his dick in my other hand. My lust gives me just as much courage as alcohol would.

“I… I want to suck your cock.”

I look up at him through my lashes and give him the best sexy, yet innocent, porn-star look I can come up with. I pray I don’t look like an idiot. I must have done something right because in seconds flat, he gently guides me to the floor at his feet.

Using my nails, I lightly scratch my way up his inner thighs and underneath the fabric of his boxers. He shudders the farther up I go, and I don’t miss the dick twitch my actions elicit. Wrapping my fist around his erection, I work it up and down a few times before I tug on his boxers, pulling them down his legs.

Once they’re out of the way, I sit back on my heels and take in his entire body. He’s an absolutely gorgeous man. Toned and tan with dark features. He’s muscular without looking like a bodybuilder. I refamiliarize myself with his compass tattoo. I take him in my hand once more, and he reaches forward, rubbing a thumb down my cheek.

“Eisai panemorfi.”

I want to know what he said, but at the same time, nothing in English will sound as irresistible coming from his mouth. The soulful look in his eyes tells me whatever he said came from the heart. With that, I lean in and wrap my lips around the tip of him. While his dick is rigid beneath the surface, his skin is soft and warm against my tongue. I swish it back and forth along the underside of his cock as my head moves farther, taking even more of him inside of me. I want to take it all for him. I want to make it feel so good I bring him to his knees.

Moving my head in and out, I run my lips along his erection, creating a soft friction I can tell he’s enjoying. He lets out a low groan, and I can feel him tense up inside of me. I didn’t think he could get any stiffer than he already was.

“Théa, théa,” he moans. “O, thee mu. You’re incredible.”

He runs his hands through my hair, turning me on every time he fists a section and helps guide my mouth over him.

“Are you still wet, Chloe?” he asks suddenly.

I stop moving and look up at him. When I try pulling my mouth away from him to answer, he stops me.

“No. Answer me with my cock in your mouth. Are you wet?”

“Yes,” I admit, struggling to say the word around his length.

“Touch yourself. I want you to reach between your legs, gather some moisture, and use it to massage your clit.”

My eyes grow wide. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone before.

“I love watching your cheeks bloom red when you’re embarrassed. But you don’t need to be.” He cups my chin, staring me straight in the eyes. “Touch yourself while you’re sucking my cock.”

Slowly, I reach between my legs until I feel the wet warmth covering the entrance to my pussy. Driving my fingers through my opening, I gather up some of the thick, sticky fluid that has built there. Then I gently cover my clit with my index and middle fingers, and I begin rubbing small circles over it. It doesn’t take long until a soft moan builds within me.

“That’s it, théa. I want you to rub harder now. I want you to make yourself come while my cock is in your sweet mouth.”

D takes control by holding my head in place and thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. I’m grateful for his help because I am not coordinated to do both of these things at once. That leaves me better able to concentrate on my movements. As I feel myself getting close, my eyes close.

“Eyes open, théa. I want to see the fire in your eyes ignite the moment your pleasure rips through you, and you come all over my floor.”

His words are my undoing. I moan around his dick as my orgasm roars through me like a freight train. He pulls himself from my mouth and takes a step back so he can get a better look at me. I can only imagine what I look like through his eyes.

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