Page 14 of Nine of Swords
He doesn’t wait for me to agree or disagree to that last part, but I know enough. And when he moves a hand down to the already lowered sweatpants and wraps his fingers around his massive cock, my eyes stop blinking and my mouth starts to water, and my core tightens. This man is going to stretch me to new limits, in more ways than one.
“Open that hot mouth of yours,” he instructs me.
Parting my mouth, I slide my tongue past my lips to his hard, awaiting cock. I lick the salty tip, now coated with his precum, and before I can stop myself, I start to moan with need. He runs his hand up and down the shaft, groaning as he feeds me more of it. With my head and neck, I take the velvety head and a bit of his impressive length into my mouth. The deep sounds of each groan he makes sets me off, and when I moan, I know he feels it as I begin to move back and forth along his cock.
“That’s right. Take it. I want you to worship my cock the way I’ll kneel between your thighs and devour your pussy.”
Jesus. I feel wetness dripping between my thighs onto the bed at his announcement. No one has ever been able to make me this aroused with just words. I can’t begin to imagine how my body will react to his touch.
But I can’t wait to find out.
“You have a hot tongue in that mouth, sweet girl. Show me how much it loves licking my cock.”
I pull slightly from his shaft and lick from the tip, up the back of his shaft, then circle my tongue around his balls. He grunts out his pleasure at my touch, and I take it further, my hands moving up the side of his legs until my fingers grip his hips and some of his lean, tight ass cheeks. Every time I return to the velvety tip of his cock, I kiss a spot and lift my eyes up to meet his dark, intent gaze.
“Yes,” he growls, and his hands slide into my hair, gripping a handful to anchor me as I take him into my mouth again. “You’re fucking good at this,” he adds.
Stopping my movement along his shaft, he pulls from my mouth and reaches into the pocket of his pants. I see the silvery wrapper of a condom and wonder if he really plans to fuck me before he even kisses me. It feels impersonal and cold, but at the same time, I’m curious and more excited and aroused than I’ve ever been.
“You’ll have your chance to taste my hot release, but not now.”
He rips open the condom wrapper and rolls it on, stepping out of the pants. Then he pulls off his shirt, baring it all. From his muscular torso to his tapered waist and abs, down to his strong thighs, he is a beauty to watch. I could look at his body for hours, but his piercing stare calls my attention again.
“Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
I flash him a look. Being fucked from behind is not one of my favorite positions. I prefer to see who’s burying their cock into me.
“Do as I say,” he grunts. “Unless you want a good spanking for being a bad little girl.”
I’m the one who asked for this, and I’m not ready for it to end just yet. Deciding not to judge him too quickly, I turn my upper body and crawl onto the bed, carefully keeping my shoes from touching the sheets. The heels of these pumps will catch on the fabric if I’m not paying attention. I feel his weight depressing the mattress between my legs. His hands make contact as they grip and spread my ass cheeks, and when his hot tongue run slowly from my hood all the way past my folds to my little bud, then back to my clit, my entire body trembles from how good it feels.
“Yes, Blade,” I breathe out, pushing back to feel more and more of him, loving the way he spreads me and dips the tip of his tongue deep into my center.
“That’s right. I want to hear my name on your lips as you come. I want you to know the man who’s about to fill you to bursting.”
Just that mention causes my thighs to tremble, and my inner walls begin to pulse uncontrollably. A tidal wave of pleasure and need wash over me as I lose myself in a powerful climax.
“Yes. Come for me.”
My body goes weak and I lower my arms and head to the bed, leaving my ass high in the air although I’m already weak and shaking. I feel him reposition himself behind me, the warmth of his legs closer to the back of my upper thighs. He shadows my body with his and his lips press down on a spot between my shoulder blades, delivering gentle kisses. I can’t stop my ass from grinding against his thick, swollen length. I want it inside me. I want to beg for it. I’m beyond ready.
One of his arms reaches under me at my ribcage, capturing my breast and nipple in his large, rough hand. His touch is so intense, seeming to send more need from my nipples straight to my core.
“Please come inside me,” I hear myself beg in a needy whimper.
With his other, he presses the tip of his cock at my wet folds.
“Please who?” he asks, and kneads the flash of my breast more insistently.
“Please Blade—oh!” I cry out at the feel of his cock burying deep and hard into me, stretching my walls to fullness.
My mind is at the edge of insanity from the depth of sensation coming over me. I can almost feel him invading me in every cell of my body, from the tips of my hair to my curling toes in these stilettos.
“You feel so wet, so fucking tight.”
He pounds in and out of me, rocking my core, possessing every bit of me as he goes balls deep each time. I rock my hips back and he claims me, joining with him, pulling apart, taking all he gives. Every stroke is rougher, deeper as he fucks me endlessly. It feels like I can go on forever in this position, extracting more and more pleasure, but when he slips his hands down from my nipples and covers my clit with two fingers, my body goes wild, right into another quivering, unimaginable orgasm that has me crying out his name.
“Yes baby,” he groans. “Come for me again. That’s it.”
