Page 81 of The Thief
“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” he asked, and then adjusting himself in his trousers, he added, “Do you know how much you turn me on?”
His words made me feel powerful, and I took a step forward, unhooking my bra and dropping it on the ground as his eyes devoured me. I grabbed my tits and squeezed them, asking him, “Do you like this?”
“I fucking love it.” He grinned, sitting forward. “Now get over here and let me play with what’s mine.”
I kicked my heels off and strutted towards him. He looked at me like I was an angel fallen from heaven, then he twirled his finger to let me know he wanted me to turn around, and I did, letting him see my bare ass.
“I wanna fucking ruin you,” he growled, and I took the last few steps to the sofa and slowly straddled him, desperate to feel him against me.
“Then ruin me,” I said, grinning down at him.
He grabbed the back of my head and yanked me forward to kiss him. His lips were hard, punishing as his tongue invaded my mouth, tangling with mine. Then he took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, biting and nipping down my neck as he groaned, “I want to do everything to you. I want to fuck you in every way I can.”
I was soaked, aching for him, but he knew. He always knew how to take care of me.
Iground my hips against him, and he chuckled. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. You’re soaking through my trousers.”
And he reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy, as I whimpered, begging, “Please, Tyler. Fuck me.”
“Patience, baby,” he replied, lifting me up and carrying me over to the padded bench.
He put me on my feet, and then as his gaze darkened, he said, “Take my clothes off.”
I did as I was told, pulling his shirt out of his trousers and unbuttoning it slowly from top to bottom, kissing over his chest as he stroked my hair, caressing me. Then I pushed his shirt down his arms, and it fell to the floor. I ran my hands all over his tanned chest, his muscular arms, and then I stroked an agonisingly slow trail to his waist, unbuckling his belt, then popping open the button of his trousers before sliding the zip down. But I was too impatient, and I slipped my hand inside, feeling the warm hardness of his cock straining to be set free. I ran my palm along his length. He felt so big, so thick, that I wanted to get on my knees and thank my lucky stars. Scrap that. I wanted to get on my knees and take him in my mouth. Suck him until he couldn’t take anymore.
So, I did just that. I sank to my knees as I pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs, and I was rewarded with a, “Good girl,” as he fisted my hair and glanced down at me.
His cock was long and hard, pointing right at me as I peered up at him through my lashes. Then I lifted my hand, licked the palm and wrapped it around his cock, giving him a few slow pumps, watching as his eyes glazed over. Knowing I could bring him to his knees, like he could with me, was the best feeling ever, and I leaned forward, running my tongue over andaround the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth and sucking him. I worked the base of his cock with my hand and sucked him at the same time, growing wet from the groans of satisfaction he was making. Then I moved my hand to cup his balls, stroking, teasing, scraping my fingernails lightly over them. As he widened his legs, I moved to stroke and tease his perineum, taking his cock as far down my throat as I could.
He moaned and adjusted his hips so he could push himself further down my throat, grabbing my head as he did to try and angle me in the way he wanted. Then, after a few deep-throated thrusts, where my eyes were watering and my pussy throbbing, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and growled, “Lie on the bench. On your back.”
I stood up, moving to the padded bench, then lay on my back. He pulled me down, so my head was hanging off the edge, then he said, “Mouth open, I need to fuck your throat.”
I opened my mouth, and he slid his cock inside. “Tap my leg if it gets too much,” he said, and with a little more force, he pushed in further, reaching the back of my throat, then withdrawing.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him, and he grabbed my neck, squeezing as he thrust back in.
“That’s so good, baby,” he told me, his voice strained now as he thrust into me slowly. Then, squeezing my neck harder, he pushed himself to the back of my throat, going further and further, until I could feel him so far down my throat my eyes were streaming.
He pulled out and thrust in again, grunting and telling me, “You feel so fucking good. You take my cock so well, Jess.” And I moaned around his cock in response.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and I let my legs fall open, reaching down to rub my clit. Seconds later, I came, sparks firing in my clit and throbs clenching my pussy as he fucked my throat.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered when he saw my fingers fall away. “I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
I obeyed him, pushing my fingers into my pussy and then circling my clit, knowing I was moments away from another climax.
“When I come, I need to feel you swallowing me,” he said, his hand flexing over my neck as he spoke. “Take every drop. Suck me hard, Jess. I want to come so hard for you.”
I wanted to please him. So, I sucked hard, moving my head back a little to give him better access, and he groaned, fucking my throat roughly now as I rubbed my clit frantically, my climax tumbling out of me with wave after wave of pleasure.
I felt his cock thicken, the veins pulsing on my tongue, against my throat, and then he roared as hot cum filled my mouth, coating my throat. I swallowed, sucking and taking everything he had to give me.
His thrusts became a little erratic, and then he slowed down as he rode the wave of bliss, rocking his hips as he emptied inside me. He was panting as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“That was... fucking... unbelievable,” he gasped, then he moved to the side of the bench and reached down to lift me in his arms.
“I can walk,” I joked, but he shook his head.
