Page 3 of Jewel

I dropped my head down onto his shoulder, trying to take a deep breath as my thighs shook with the effort to stay still. A chuckle escaped him.

“Don’t be sorry. I just don’t want to fuck you out here in the hallway. Just be a good girl and unlock the door. I’ll do the rest.”

Emotion clogged my throat at the endearment, everything all scrambled inside of me. I wanted to make him happy; I wanted him to let me cum. I wanted to be a good girl for him.

The key card still in my hand, I reached out to the side and slid the card in, gasping when his mouth lowered to the curve between my neck and shoulder, sucking and licking. The lock beeped, and with a quick bite, he lowered my feet back to the floor. One hand holding me steady, he reached with the other to turn the handle and push it open.

His hand skimmed down to my lower back and he guided me into my room, placing my clutch and key card on the table by thedoor. He had a smirk on his face as he turned toward me. His hand fell away from my back as he took a step into my space. I automatically took a step back, keeping my eyes trained on his face as his eyes tracked my movements. He slowly stepped forward again, and I backed up once more, his smirk widening. He reached out and captured my wrist, dragging me toward him and forcing my body to crush into his.

My heart was thundering in my chest, fear rocketing through me as I looked at my restrained wrist pressed into his shoulder. Even as I felt my panties getting wetter. I looked up at him, sure that my fear was showing. He was looking down at me, face hard. His eyes softened as he saw my fear.

“Are you ready for me to be that stranger? For me to fuck your throat while you kneel? Then I am going to strip you of that dress and lay you out on the bed so that I can work my way down until I have my face between your thighs tasting every piece of you. Do you still want that?”

My eyes closed as my mind flashed back to the bar.

Would you like me to be that stranger? Would you like me to take you back up to your room, make you kneel on the ground, undo my pants, and suck on my cock? My hand in your hair as I slowly fucked your face.

A wave of relief rolled through me, leaving behind a hot needy sub; the only thing on my mind was how much I wanted to please this stranger. I sank down onto my knees, dropping my ass onto my heels and spreading my knees wider forcing the hem of my dress up higher and exposing my black lace panties. I slowly opened my eyes, letting my need show on my face, and looked back up at him.

“Yes, I want you to be that stranger.”

My tongue snaked out to wet my lips, and his eyes narrowed on the gesture. Letting go of my wrist he reached for my jaw, holding my face firmly in his hand and forcing me up onto myknees so that my mouth was in line with his zipper, the fabric pulled tight over his erection.

I flicked my gaze up to his belt, mouth watering as I saw the fabric around the belt was damp. The edge of my lace bra cut into me as my breasts swelled at being manhandled like this. I wanted to open my mouth and close it around the buckle, forced to lick it clean. A whimper escaped me as his other hand slid into my hair, slowly grabbing a tight fist full close to my scalp. The burning pull urged my head back and to the right, the angle stretching my neck.

“Open my pants.” His voice had taken on an edge; darker, commanding.

I reached up and pulled his leather belt through the loop and then through the buckle, my fingers finding all of my precum that had worked itself beneath it, hands shaking the entire time. I could feel him staring down at me, watching as I obeyed his command. Tonight was turning out even better than I had hoped. Freeing the belt of its restraint, I slid my fingers between the waistband of his trousers, gripping the wet fabric, and undid the button. My fingers traced over his hard cock as I pulled the zipper down, sure that he could feel the vibrations running along his cock. As his pants fell open, my mouth parted, both from the angle my neck was at and because he had nothing on underneath. The skin just above his cock was on full display to me, smooth with a faint tan line at his hips. I sucked in a breath and forced myself to swallow so that I didn’t drool.

“Pull my dick out.”

I moved my hands from where they had come to rest on his thighs and used one to hold the opening and the other to wrap my fingers around his cock, pulling the length carefully into my palm before tugging it free of the clothing. Saliva filled my mouth as I knelt there, his cock within reach, waiting for him to give me another command. My panties were clinging to mydamp pussy, and I was sure that if I reached down and adjusted them that my wetness would run down my thighs. My gaze flicked up to his face only to return to his cock. My breathing was shallow as I forced myself to stay where I was and not to wrap my lips around him. To suck him deep into my mouth. I had to remember that he was going to fuck my mouth; I had to be a good girl. I had to make Husband proud.

Husband. I couldn’t wait to tell him about this. He was going to love the dirty story I whispered in his ear. About how I was a good girl and followed his instructions.

“Use your hands. Stroke my dick.”

I closed my left hand around him, the heat and weight of his cock more than I expected. Slowly I moved my hand up and down, keeping a firm even pressure. The soft skin tugged and pulled with my movements, drawing back so that I could see the slit at the end surrounded by dark pink skin straining toward my mouth. The grip on my hair pulled even tighter as my strokes became longer, firmer, harder. With every breath, my nipples rubbed against lace, lines of heat streaking to my clit. My stomach quivered with anticipation, jaw aching, ready to feel him on my tongue.

To lick.

To suck.

“Open your mouth.”

His hand moved in my hair, adjusting his grip so that my head was almost upright and straight. I complied quickly, jaw relaxing and opening my mouth.

“Wider.”

I continued stroking with my hand and stretched my mouth open as wide as it would go.

“I’ve been told you are a good girl and won’t gag. But if it’s too much, squeeze my leg.”

He had been told wha -

All thoughts left my mind as his cock plunged into my mouth, sliding along my tongue, not quite bottoming out. My eyes widened for just a second before fluttering shut. He stayed like that for a moment as I worked my throat and swallowed, loosening everything up. He slowly backed out, before sliding back in a little deeper. I kept my mouth open and relaxed, allowing his hips and hold on my hair to guide the pace. I just knelt there, letting him use my mouth.

“Lace your fingers behind your head.”

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