Page 16 of Big Baby
I know it was play, just part of the game we were playing, but his words sounded so damn real. There was so much fire behind them as his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs and our crotches pressed together, making me shudder.
His cock was hot and hard through both our pants, and I found myself writhing on the length, moaning when his tip brushed over my clit. We’d both come from dry-humping before, last time, and it was one of the hottest moments of my life.
But I needed all of him again.
Here, where we could lie.
“There’s still too much between us,” Harry complained. “And there’s no fucking bed.”
“This is the dungeon room,” I told him as he ran kisses up and down my neck, losing concentration. I cupped hishead, stroking through the strands of his hair as he licked and sucked at my skin. “This is where we tie poor folk up and have our way with them… or the other way round.”
“Anyone ever had their way with you in here?” he asked, conversational, flicking his tongue out against my earlobe. “You ever fucked anyone? Whipped them? Made them your little boy?”
I groaned, my belly clenching. “Yes,” I said. “To all. I’ve… I’ve spent a lot of time in here.”
“Tell me the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done.”
I think it was turning him on, the idea of my job, that I had sex for money, and not just regular sex, wild, whatever was requested fucking. His cock was just as hard, rutting into me with soft motions as he spoke and nipped at me.
“One guy… he wanted me to pretend to be his sister… he tied me up and— Ugh, that feels good…” I trailed off, too lost in what Harry was doing. He’d moved lower, lifted me higher, and begun kissing my sensitive tits. “Please…” I begged for something, not sure what. Just more. Less. Anything.
Harry grunted, his arms shaking a little as he muttered to himself and lowered me down, all the way down to sitting, sweeping my legs out from under me and settling me on my ass, back against the wall.
“I need to take good care of these.” He laid down, and I let him nestle in my arms, his head in the crook of my elbow, half his body in my lap so I was cradling him. His long torso and legs stretched out to my side, loose and relaxed.
He looked up at me and smiled, a wicked, deep thing that made my whole body tingle. Then he moved in, kissing my nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking softly like he was truly nursing.
I groaned, my head falling forward. It was so much more intense now, verging on painful, but not quite tipping over into hard to endure. The way his tongue lapped at me was so perfect, such delicious tingles fanning out from the very center of my tit.
There was a drawing sensation, a tugging, as he sucked, pulling all of my nipple into his mouth and some of the surrounding flesh too. He took from me deep, and I caved to the urge to touch him more.
As he nursed from me, I ran my spare hand over his body, across his pecs and down to his stomach. It was soft, flat but not very toned, unlike his enormous muscled arms. It made him look like a teddy bear, sturdy but warm. My hands skirted over the waistband of his jeans, closer to his cock. It was hard to concentrate on anything butthe pleasure he was drawing from my boobs, but I wanted more.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned into my flesh, his eyes falling shut as I stroked along the trail of hair leading down from his belly button.
“Take these off,” I whispered, tugging his waistband. “I want to see all of you.”
Quickly, pulling away for a scant second, he shucked off his jeans and underwear, throwing them away without looking and revealing his aching cock as he scrambled back into position. His cock pointed straight up, a bead of fluid waiting to be licked or played with.
“Such a pretty cock,” I cooed, then caught my breath in my throat when he re-latched onto my tit, like he was frantic, feral, could only be away from it for a second.
I smiled as he groaned, as he humped up into the air as I continued tickling along his pubes, around the root of his cock. It was so desperate for touch, and I didn’t think he’d last long once I got my hands on him, based on the steady stream of pre-cum leaking out of his slit, so I planned to drag this whole thing out.
“Please,” he begged. “Please, baby.”
Wrapping my hand around his shaft was a beautiful sight. His entire body tensed, then relaxed, as I started tojack him off, running my palm up and down, squeezing and swiping at the pre-cum to make the glide smoother.
He cried out when I stopped, spat in my hand, and continued, keeping a steady pace as he continued to suck my tit. I loved watching him get lost like this, witnessing this giant of a man turn into something so needy.
My pussy pulsed with every pull of his mouth, but I could be patient. He was so stunning to watch, I never wanted this moment to end.
“Tell me when you’re about to come,” I told him. I would not make it so easy. From up here, it was harder to see the telltale signs he was getting closer. His breathing picked up, but I couldn’t see his balls drawing in.
Just when I thought he was going to go against my wishes and not tell me, he did. “Oh, fuck, I’m close.”
I moved fast, pinching the bottom of his shaft to stop it, making him cry out and whimper, hump the air and groan into my body. His mouth fell away from my nipple as his handsome face screwed up in the pain of it.
The moment passed, and he came back down with a little shudder. “That was diabolical,” he huffed, looking up at me with a teasing shock. I’d edged him so close to coming his entire body was coiled for it, but his eyes twinkled.
