Page 7 of Our Unexpected Beginning
“Hmmm,” he purred. “That’s my girl. Again.” Graham reared back and smacked her cheeks one by one. “Arch that ass back.”
“Thank you, Sir!” She was panting, pressing her knees together as if it would quell the flood between them. Julia canted her hips toward his touch, aching for another bite of sting.
Graham brushed her hair aside, grabbing a fistful and pulling until she whined in protest.
“You’re going to take my cock out and then you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
Julia whined first, rocking her body futility against the weight of Graham’s.
“Be a good slut.”
Graham had inched away enough for her to turn around. Biting her full bottom lip, Julia reached down and pulled his belt open. Her fingers went into his belt loops as she nudged them down his hips to his thighs.
His cock sprung free and she wrapped her hand around the base, he throbbed in her grasp.
Julia wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking slowly and deliberately. Graham cupped her jaw, his thumb running over her bottom lip. She felt him shift his hips, jerking toward her steady, moving hands. His face so close to hers they breathed each other’s air, eyes locked in a battle of lust and want.
Graham grabbed her neck under her jaw and pulled her closer.
“Are you a dirty girl?” Their heated gazes were steady. His grip on her neck was firm, lulling her into a state of submission. She could feel the heat and power emanating from him. “Yes.” Julia panted, every part of her alive and waiting for his next command of her body.
Graham’s grin darkened as his thumb slid along her jaw, forcing her mouth wide open. Julia felt her heart racing in anticipation of what he would do next.
With explicit eye contact, Graham spat onto her tongue, relishing the shocked expression on her face. Her pussy spasmed like a traitor begging for more.
“No, don’t swallow it,” he ordered, tightening his grip on her chin. “You’ll need the lube for my cock.” Her body betrayed her, quivering with desire for more of his control.
He rested his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Julia eagerly followed his lead, placing her hands on his muscular calves. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue lapping up every salty drop waiting for her.
With her thighs spread wide, she rocked her neck in a rhythmic motion, taking him in her mouth partway before accepting him into her throat. Julia pressed her tongue to the underside of his cock, running along the slit.
Graham rewarded her teasing by fisting her hair and spearing his cock into her throat, pressing the back of her head against the wall. She was trapped and held until he saw fit to allow her to breathe.
Julia’s fingers sank into his thighs, her head swirling with each spasm of her throat against Graham’s unyielding invasion.
He pulled back and allowed her to sputter, gasping for air and looking up at Graham through watery eyes.
“Open your top.”
Julia reached to her side and pulled the quick zipper halfway down. It allowed her breasts to fall free from the restraint of the corset.
“Offer them.”
Holding her head, he rested his cock against her tongue. She cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
Julia wrapped her lips around his cock and suckled gently. Teasing bit by bit until she was rewarded with another throat punishment. This time, Graham held himself longer–utilizing the mental punishment of short teasing jerks without giving her any reprieve for air.
Her chest burned, and her fingers tightened on her breasts, grabbing the flesh enough to leave a bruise.
Coughing against the invasion, her eyes watered, and she began to see stars. She placed one hand on Graham’s thigh when her vision dimmed and his voice sounded underwater.
“Fuck.” He grabbed a handful of her hair, wrenching it up and forcing her to meet his gaze. Julia gasped, her chin slick and makeup smudged down her cheeks. “Last chance for any mercy to be heard.”
“I’m not asking for an out, Sir. Please fuck my needy pussy.”
“That’s the begging I like.” Graham pressed his body flush against hers, the rough material of his jeans abrading her stinging ass. The cool air in the club could be felt on the welts his fingers left behind. And she knew she’d be feeling this in the morning.
“Arch that ass.”
