Scream For me

He chuckles. “Mm-hmm. You’ve never had your ass eaten before?”

“No.”

“I promise you’ll like it. Now why don’t you come a little closer and let me fill your belly with cum first.” He tugs on the belt, pulling me up to my knees. I grab his thighs, leaning forward till his cock is at my lips.

“Can I please suck your cock, baby? I want to swallow you.” I barely get the sentence out before he slides himself between my lips with a groan. He tugs on the belt in time with my head movements, his hips rising off the chair as he grips the back of my head. I relax my mouth and throat like he taught me, taking him faster, deeper than I ever have until he can’t stand it any longer. He pulls himself free just as he comes, spilling himself all over my lips and chin.

“I’m sorry,” he pants, looking down at me. “I’ve had so many fantasies about coming on those lips.” I drag my tongue across my lips, tasting his salty release. “Oh, you like it, don’t you?” He smiles, rubbing his thumb across my lip as he gathers more of his release and slips it into my mouth. I wrap my lips around the tip of his thumb, biting down softly. “So naughty.”

He reaches down to release the belt from my neck. “Go wash your mouth out, baby. Now it’s my turn to decide what I want to do with you.”

I strip out of my clothes while I’m in the bathroom, walking out slowly to see him sitting on the end of the bed.

“Now that is a vision I want for the rest of my life.” He holds out his arms toward me as I approach, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. “You are so beautiful, baby, so stunning.” His lips find mine and the kiss is soft and warm. His tongue is demanding, his hands gripping my waist as he pulls me against him. “I will never tire of kissing these lips, of holding this body, of tasting you.” He trails his warm breath down my neck and over my collarbones as he tells me how much he loves me.

I push his shirt from his shoulders, dragging my nails softly over his skin. “Are they still there?” I ask, looking for the marks on my fingernails.

“They are.” He chuckles, dragging my fingertips down to where they’ve scarred.

“Oh my God, I was joking.” I trace the small mark I left on him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologize? I want to be covered in your scratches and bite marks. I wear them like a badge of honor, baby, knowing I can make you lose complete control like that with me. Hell, maybe I’ll tattoo them on me.” I laugh and he leans in to bite down on my nipples. “Or maybe I’ll just mark you as well so that you have a permanent reminder that you belong to me.”

He lifts me, turning us around as he lays me on the bed. He removes the rest of his clothes, slowly crawling up my body as he peppers my skin with kisses.

“I want to know there’s no part of you that hasn’t had my lips or tongue on or in it.”

“Did you get yourself off to thoughts of getting me pregnant?”

“Mm-hmm, many times.” He runs his hand over my breasts down to my belly. “It’s not just the thought of coming in you with nothing between us; it’s about knowing that you’ll be growing a part of me inside you. The idea of seeing your belly swollen, your breasts full, and your hips widen… probably some evolutionary biology kink that dates back to a caveman or something but it’s more than that. It’s not just a fantasy; it’s the idea that our love manifests into a human that is equal parts both of us.”

“So poetic.” I fight back tears at his words. Carson and I never got to this point in our relationship. Sure, we talked about having kids one day, about the fact that we both wanted a family, but we never expressed desires like this. “Is that why you said you weren’t worried about it on the boat after we didn’t use protection?”

“Yes. I knew even then what I wanted with you. I knew you were going to be mine.”

“Presumptuous much?” I laugh.

“Not at all. I saw the way you looked at me, the way your body responded to me. You wanted me to take you, to control you… And now, I want to ravish you. I want to worship every inch of you.” His hands trail down my thighs as he sits back, pushing my legs apart. “I want to devour your delicious pussy until you’re dripping off my tongue.” He doesn’t hesitate, leaning in to drag his tongue up my slit as his shoulders press my knees wide.

Within minutes I’m coming undone on his tongue and he’s sliding himself inside me. It’s not rushed or frantic. It’s slow and deep, his eyes on mine as he reminds me that I’m his. When we find our release together, he’s still on top of me, kissing my lips sweetly.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Now, I’m going to flip you over and defile you.” He grips my chin gently, my eyes locked on his. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week as punishment for leaving me. Every time you move or breathe, I want you reminded that my cock is the only cock that will ever be inside you again. I’m the only person who will ever please you again. I want you screaming my name so loud that every time you hear it after this, your body will ache for me.”

My eyes drop from his down to his belt. I reach forward, slowly undoing the buckle. I pull his zipper down next, reaching up to run my hand down the front of his shirt while my other hand reaches into his pants to palm him through his underwear.

“Fuck my mouth, please.”

“Oh, baby.” He bites down on his bottom lip as I pull his cock free. “It’s gonna be rough, sweetheart. Are you prepared to take it rough?” I nod my head as I dart my tongue out to swirl around his tip, licking off the bead of precum before opening my mouth and sliding halfway down his length.

“Oh, someone’s a greedy little slut tonight. Fuck me.” He grabs my head, pushing me down a little further till he hits the back of my throat, making me gag. “I’ve got a better idea.” He pulls himself from my mouth, stepping back to slip his belt free from his pants. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since the second you opened your smart little mouth in your classroom.” He wraps the belt around my throat, pulling it just tight enough that it squeezes me.

“Don’t move,” he commands, walking over to the chair by the window in his bedroom. He unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the side before he slowly sinks into the chair, spreading his legs apart. His chest is bare, his cock rigid in his hand as he looks at me with a hunger in his eyes. “Now crawl to me and beg to suck my cock.”

I keep my eyes on him. I slowly place my hands on the floor, moving one and then the other as I crawl forward, the belt dragging between my hands.

“You look so good like that, baby, like my little pet.” He smirks, leaning forward to grab the end of the belt once I’m close, tugging on it so that I almost fall forward. “Are you mine, baby, to do with whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

“What if I want to stuff my cock deep in your ass, would you let me do that?”

I flinch. I’ve never had any man ask to do that to me. “Yes.”

“Why don’t we start with just my tongue?”

“Your tongue-in my ass?”