Chapter 143: Matt
She held it stiffly and resisted when he pushed her hand down to her pussy.
"This will please me." His whisper accompanied a gentle bite to her earlobe.
She shook her head back and forth. "I don't think so."
Another slight tug with his teeth. "Are you saying red?"
She remained quiet for a moment, but then sighed and her resistance melted.
He turned on the bullet and she jumped. "Do you own a vibrator?" His fingers grazed her nipples.
She responded with an indrawn breath and then answered when she let it out. "Of course."
"Good girl. Do you like to use it on the outside or inside?"
Her sigh of surrender was audible. "Both."
"Show me," he said against her skin.
She moved the bullet over her clit. His cock protested the confining pressure from his jeans, so he slowly rose from the bed and removed his clothes.
Her hand stopped. "Did you take off your clothes?"
"Yes, but keep going, baby."
Her lips formed a cute pout. "I want to see you."
"Soon."
"Help me."
"I'm dreaming up an evil punishment because you aren't doing as you're told."
"Promise?"
"Minx." He turned the vibration up and sank back on the bed. "Show me what you like."
She concentrated mostly on her clit, but when her breathing increased, she put the bullet between her pink folds and pressed her thighs together, rolling to her side as she cried out. He gathered her close and let the orgasm roll through her body.
God, she was sensational.
After removing the nipple clamps and blindfold, he leaned over and began kissing along one cheek and then across her eyebrows and down the other side of her face, tracing the slightly raised skin with his tongue. He momentarily stopped when he encountered salty tears. "Shhh, it's okay. You are so beautiful." He twirled his tongue over the blemished skin, feeling his heart flip flop with the need to protect her.
"Men don't kiss my scars." She said it so quietly he almost didn't hear.
Lifting her fully into his arms, he continued placing soft kisses to her face, holding her close while her tears fell.
"I'm sorry." She eventually sniffled.
"Why?"
"You've given me the best sex of my life and I'm crying."
"Oh, baby, we've only begun, and I don't mind your tears."
She smiled shyly. "You know you're the perfect man, don't you?"
"Remember that when you're screaming for release and I won't give it to you."
"I think my body has a mind of its own and I don't think it will listen."
"I promise to find out for sure."
"What about you?" she asked shyly.
His gaze dropped to her mouth and he slowly ran a finger over her soft lips. "I fantasize about your sweet mouth taking my cock."
Even with desire shining in her sensual gaze, her insecurities came through. "It's not something I'm good at."
His chest rumbled, but he managed to hold back full out laughter and just tightened his arms. She was so incredibly perfect. "I'm a man, the worst blow job I've ever had was great."
A whisper of a smile transformed her look of self-doubt to that of vixen at large. "I want to please you."
If he could wrap her up and take her back to the hotel to share with Stephon, he would. "Everything we've done pleases me."
Her eyes crinkled slightly in mirth before saying, "Then show me how to improve on your worst blow job ever."
He loved this fun side of her. "I'm happy to be your guinea pig."
She wiggled slightly so his cock slipped over the bare skin of her hip and thrust out. She looked down in admiration, but then she giggled softly. "You're a lot bigger than a guinea pig."
He didn't stop and think about his next move-just turned and quickly flipped her over his lap fighting an internal groan when his cock settled between the perfect indent of her thighs.
She cried out with a startled laugh, but groaned when his hand smoothed over her ass and his fingers delved along the folds of her pussy.
"I'm fighting the need to spank your delectable ass." Just imagining his handprint on her ass had his cock seeking the hot comfort her body could provide.
Through her laughter, she managed to challenge, "Don't you dare. You said you wouldn't hurt me."
"It's kind of like the nipple clamps. I promise it will hurt so good."
"No. Please." Her breathing increased with the steady rhythm of his palm.
"Hmm, it's not the word red but I'll take it." He removed his fingers, but held her in place.
"What are you doing?"
"Punishing you for your smart mouth. A guinea pig probably has the smallest pecker alive." He felt her chest rumble in suppressed laughter.
"How is this punishing me?"
"You'll see." Running his hand over the curves of her backside, he pictured Stephon taking her pussy while Matt slid past the tight inner muscles of her ass. He fought back the image, knowing he was close to embarrassing himself. Reaching over, he grabbed the rabbit. "Spread your thighs for me, baby."
She moved her legs a few inches.
"More." The command was back in his voice. He turned the rabbit on and used it to replace his fingers.
"Ahhh, that feels wonderful."
"I'm sure it does." He pulled the vibrator away and soothed her sensitive skin with his other hand. When her breathing slowed, he put the toy back in her pussy. She tried to press back into his hand, so he placed his other palm on her lower back and held her still. She sighed with frustration, but then just let her body relax into the sensation of the toy. He removed it again.
"That's not fair." Her frustration level rose, which was exactly what he wanted.
"Nope, but without spanking you, this is the best I can do."
She was sly. "Did you forget about your blow job?"
He laughed full out. "A man never forgets a blow job. I'll begin your oral training momentarily." He turned up the vibration and concentrated on her clit.
"I hate you," she said on a breathy groan.
He loved the sexy resonance of her verbal responses. He could only imagine her reactions after hours of sexual frustration. He moved the rabbit off her swollen clit and teased the opening of her pussy while enjoying their verbal exchange. "I'm sure you do, but this is the view I'll dream about long after tonight."
Her legs tensed and her face sank into the mattress, her words muffled, "Please, I can't take any more."
He calmly removed the vibrator and shut it off, but held her in place. "How do you feel?" He lightly caressed the globes of her ass.
Her muted voice clearly showed irritation. "Frustrated."
He usually craved this type of play, but for some reason he wanted to give in, turn her over, and fuck her until she screamed with release. He fought the temptation. "First your oral skills and then, maybe, I'll take care of this problem." His fingers brushed across her engorged clit.
She lifted her head. "Maybe?" Her tiny voice bordered on a whine.
It was nearly impossible not to tell her his "maybe" was a small mind-fuck, and there was no way he could resist giving her another orgasm. He inhaled slowly and tried to control his thoughts. He lowered his voice, moving forward in the game, "I'll explain the fundamentals of a blow job first." Her fists struck the couch with a small display of temper and he wished more than anything that Stephon was here to see this.
With an adjustment in tactics, her voice changed to a soft plea, "Can I sit up?"
There was no way he was giving in at this point. "No." He continued to run his hand over her ass and used a level tone for instruction. "Women seem to think a blow job is about suction and tongue action."
She sighed, and with the release of air, her body melted into his lap and she surrendered to her curiosity. "It isn't?"
"Men want to hear a blow job."
"I don't understand."
He ran his palm from the curve of her back to the center of her shoulder blades, and then added, "I like my blow jobs wet and sloppy."
Her belly rumbled against his cock and he knew her humor was returning. "My mouth is watering."
Just the thought made his voice drop another octave, "At the end, I like it deep." She stopped giggling and he removed his hands from her incredibly soft skin. "On your knees beside the bed. Now." Her body reacted immediately to his command, but unable to resist, he threaded his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back as she came off his lap and up to her knees. He slid two fingers into her slick pussy and then brought them out. As she responded, he increased the pace until her upper body lowered, leaving her ass in the air. She pushed back against his hand, seeking deeper penetration until she finally cried out and her pussy quivered around his fingers. He let her sink back down. "Wet, sloppy and deep," was all he said.
"I promise," she whispered.
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