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He walks closer. I’m breathing hard. Breasts rising and falling. He grabs my ass and pulls me into him.
His hard cock is smashed between us.
Oh my god. He’s like iron. I’m trembling as his thumb brushes across my mouth. I open my lips.
“That’s a good girl. You already know how to follow my orders, don’t you?”
“I have practice, sir.”
“That’s right. You do. And you’ve been so wonderful. Now can you keep being a good, obedient girl? Even while I make you my slut?”
I let out a gasp. I’ve never been talked to like that before.
But my god, I like it.
I open my mouth and lean forward, taking his thumb between my lips. I lick it lightly and realize I can taste myself.
He groans approvingly. “That’s good. I like when you take initiative.” He grips my hair tightly, almost painfully. I whimper in reply, his thumb between my lips. “But I like it better when you do what I say. I’m a controlling man, Casey. You’ll learn how to handle me.”
I seriously doubt that.
“Now, on your knees.”
“Yes, sir.” I’m trembling as I sink down.
“Bra off.”
I reach back and unhook it. He tugs his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock.
His twitching cock.
And he’s absolutely huge.
I let my bra fall to the floor. My pink nipples are so hard they’re almost painfully sensitive. I’ve always loved getting touched on my breasts. Some girls can take it or leave it, but to me it’s amazing. He reaches down and brushes his fingers over my nipples, and I let out an involuntary moan.
“Lick my tip clean now,” he orders gently. “There’s a big bead of precum waiting for you. I want you to taste it now.”
I do as he asks. I sit up on my knees as he teases my nipples and I take him into my mouth. It’s salty and warm and not bad at all. I don’t know what I’m doing, but it doesn’t matter. Between the way he’s touching my nipples and the pulse between my legs, what I lack in skill, I make up for in enthusiasm.
I suck him, sliding down. He moans, the first real indication that he’s finally losing control. I look up, stroking him and sucking, and he’s watching with pure passion in his eyes.
“I’m crossing so many lines with you tonight, Casey, but I can’t hold myself back any longer. You don’t have any idea how hard it’s been for me over the years. Ever since I first saw you back then… I’ve wanted you. It’s been killing me. Seven long years…”
Did he say seven? That makes no sense. I’ve worked for him for only two…
But then he twists a nipple and his cock slides deep into my throat, and I can’t think of anything but sucking him and moaning as I do it. He growls bliss and drags me to my feet, his dick popping from my lips, and he buries my mouth with his as he pulls me to the bed.
His body is iron. He’s pure steel. But he’s also warm and smells incredible, and when he throws me down onto his soft sheets, I’m squirming with how badly I want him.
But fear strikes into my stomach. “Sir… Declan…” His tip teases up and down my slit. I wrap my legs around his hips. He growls like he’s impatient and can’t wait. “It’s been… a long time… and you’re, you know…”
“Don’t worry.” He kisses me softly. “That’s why you got me nice and wet.”
His tip presses against my entrance.
Slowly, incredibly, he fills me.
I arch in shock. He’s so big. Easily the biggest thing I’ve had inside of me. It burns at first but there’s an undercurrent of pleasure. He leans down and sucks one of my nipples as he eases himself all the way in, and that contrast of pleasure makes it easier to take his massive size.
