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I did as he asked, and he lowered his hips on the bed until his tip was pressing into my mouth. On instinct, I flicked my tongue up and over the glistening pre-cum and hummed in delight at the taste of him. He growled lightly, and then his hand was in my hair, pulling my head back and at a new angle that allowed him further access to my throat.
There was a slight pain in my scalp from the pressure with which he pulled my hair, but it only made me moan as he sank his cock further into my throat. Tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to take him in, and from my vantage point, it was easy to see he wasn’t even halfway in, yet he was hitting the back of my throat.
His position changed, his chest shifting further down. His arm moved, and before I could let myself question what he was doing, a thick finger sank into my core with ease, making my hips buck off the bed as I moaned around his cock. I was slick and ready for him.
As he began to move his hips, slowly fucking my throat, he sank another finger into my core and began to swirly his thumb around my aching clit. I gagged on his size, but he didn’t stop—and I didn’t fucking want him to.
I wasn’t backing down from this challenge, and fuck if it didn’t turn me on to unimaginable heights to feel so dominated. My jaw ached with his width stretching me to full capacity and then some. “Swallow my cock, baby girl,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Swallow me and take me in further.”
Nerves began to bubble up, but just as they did, his fingers pulled out of me and pinched my clit, making me cry out around his cock. He took advantage and sank in further, forcing my throat to instinctively swallow. “Breathe through your nose, baby girl. That’s so good,” he advised and praised as I did, adjusting to the feeling of him this deep down my throat.
My body felt like it was on fire, and my knees tried to come together to give myself the friction I needed. It pulled a possessive snarl from him as he batted them away with ease before sinking two fingers back into me. “This is mine, baby girl,” he stated. “You come when I allow you to.”
And then he fucked my mouth as he finger fucked my pussy until I was seeing stars.
Tears streamed down my face, and my pussy only became slicker with my arousal. My hips bucked up as I felt my body building up to its breaking point. He slipped a third finger in, stretching me further than I’d ever been stretched. With a brush of his finger on my clit and his command, “Come all over my fingers, baby girl,” I exploded.
I felt the hot spurt of his release down my throat as I experienced my first time squirting. The rush of heat and liquid that came from me had Oz praising me, “You come so fucking pretty for me, baby girl.”
If I died right now, suffocated by a monster cock and the most incredible orgasm of my life ripping through me, I’d say it was worth it.
Chapter Nine
TINSLEY
His cock pulled out of my throat, and I immediately closed my eyes and gulped down lungs full of air as my body tingled with post-orgasmic bliss. I had been so utterly transfixed on the heightened sensations that it hadn’t even hit me in the moment what he was doing to me. I supposed that was the positive to his power—that it helped block out the questions and insecurities I’d typically feel when trying something new.
Holy hell, I’d never even dreamed of experiencing something like that before, though. He had taken absolute control, and I had freely handed him the reins, needing his commands and praise like I needed air to breathe.
Not that there had been much breathing allowed during that.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby girl,” Oz drawled, smug satisfaction in his tone as I lay there, completely spent by how hard I’d come all over his hand.
How was I supposed to continue when my legs felt like jello and my head felt like it was floating in the clouds?
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to stop being so smug—that I was lying here in dissatisfaction at his skills, just to fuck with him and spur him on. But we both knew that would be a fucking lie. The wet mark that I knew would be on the bed was proof of that, if my still dripping pussy wasn’t enough.
“What have you learned so far?” he asked as he rolled me over onto my front and pulled my hips into the air, putting me on my knees with my ass high in the air.
My cheek was shoved into a pillow, and I mumbled around it, “That I have no damn idea what I—” I paused to spit out a stray strand of hair that entered my mouth as I spoke. “I have no idea what I’m open to in the bedroom. I have never opened my mind to explore the possibilities, let alone find someone I felt secure enough to experience them with.”
His hand rubbed over my ass as I answered, and then he struck my skin with just enough force for thecrackto echo through the room. My pussy clenched, and I moaned as my eyes fluttered closed. “Again,” I demanded automatically, loving the light sting of pain. It made me feel so damn alive. Like I was truly living for the first time, succumbing to these new carnal urges blossoming in me.
Had he just spanked me?
Had I just…asked for him to do it again?
Hetskedat me like a disappointed father, “I don’t take the orders here, baby girl. You do.”
Ugh, the dominance in his voice made me want to roll over and spread my legs, begging him to do whatever he wanted to me.
My back arched further, and my hips swayed back, pushing my ass into his hands as he asked, “And you want to be a good girl, right?”
The tips of his fingers trailed lightly over my ass, giving me goosebumps at the feather-light touch. A startled yelp came from me when he swatted me again out of nowhere, but harder this time. “I asked you a question. Answer me.”
My mouth immediately popped open to answer, but then that bratty side flared up, causing me to bite my lip before whispering, “Make me.”
This would be fun.
