Page 46 of Hollywood King
My tastes varied when it came to sex. Sometimes, I explored the sharper side of things, and sometimes slow and gentle and hours long got me off. Her reaction to my spanking and the bites gave me a little sense of pride. And ramped my cock to aching to slide inside the wet heat I knew waited for me.
“Roll over,” I ordered.
She propped up on her elbows. “What?”
I twisted her legs so she faced down on the sheets. Once she caught the gist and settled with her face in profile in the sheets, I cupped her upturned calves. “If you don’t like something I do, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
When I went to grab some ties from my closet, she didn’t move, simply recorded my progress. She shifted as I tied her ankles together in a loose knot and let her legs fall back on the bed. Then I skirted to her head, dragged her hands above her, and secured those with a second tie. Fuck me, she looked good enough to nibble on like this. In the future, once she felt more comfortable, I’d tie her up and let her fuck my face until she begged me to ease the need inside her.
I ignored my aching dick and rubbed my hand down her back to her ass. Without any warning, I struck right on the thickest part of her backside. She jolted off the bed, and I rubbed the slight pink mark. “How was that?”
She didn’t need to answer. I watched her squeeze her legs together again. I reminded myself this was for her comfort, not mine, not yet.
“I think you liked it. I won’t use the belt yet. We’ll save that for a special occasion. How does that make you feel.”
No pressure, I let her come to the conclusion on her own. “Wet,” she gasps out. “I think I might like it.”
The deep sultry edge in her voice primed me in a new way. We’d spent so little time together sexually, before. Making out of course, but I never wanted to press her, because I didn’t want her to push herself too far. Even now, the desire to reign in my urges and be gentle ate at me.
“Why are you stopping?”
I swatted at her ass. “You can’t be the submissive and demand I keep going. Not how it works.”
“And when I’m not the submissive?”
I knelt down by the bed and untied her hands. She dragged them down and rucked her legs up so I could untie her legs. “You mean when I’m the submissive?”
“No, I mean when I go out and find a hot harem to take home…I’ll make them all be the submissive ones.”
She rolled onto her back and looked up at me. Waiting was no longer an option. “Right now, I don’t want you thinking of any man but me.” I snagged a condom from the bedside table.
I climbed up on the bed ,and she didn’t hesitate to spread open her thighs and give me all the access I could want. If making her comfortable had been the goal of the game, I accomplished my mission and more. Now, I wanted her as much on edge as I felt right now. Like any moment I might explode.
She didn’t say anything until I lay my body on hers, my forearms braced some of my weight, and her knees cupped my hips. “I like this too,” she whispered, her breathing fanning against my cheek. I reveled in our bare skin melding together. All the freedom we didn’t have as young teenagers. All the making out we did back then involved far too many clothes, and rushed breathy kisses in dark corners.
Taking the lead, she arched up and pressed her lips to mine. I didn’t press, allowing her as much access as she wanted to see what she would do. She nibbled my bottom lip and delved her tongue along mine. With each swipe she tasted, explored, and pushed me back, testing my own boundaries. I loved her for that. In everything, she forced me against the edges of my control, the edges of my sanity.
I broke the kiss and stared down into her glazed expression.
She licked her swollen pink lips. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
Her use of the word fuck amused me for some reason. She threw it at me often enough before. Hearing it in this context made me arch my cock along her wet slit.
The action surprised her, and she let out a groan mixed with a heavy exhale. So responsive. I wouldn’t shame myself by coming before her. “Say it again,” I said against her lips.
She didn’t play dumb, instead, leaned her head up so her lips grazed mine as she said, “Fuck me.”
This woman was my fire-driven Cat. I lined my cock up with her opening and slid it inside her as gently as my fractured control allowed.
Her knees quacked around along my sides, and she slapped her hand against my biceps as if I might anchor her into her own skin. “Are you okay?”
No answer, only a lift of her hips in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Now…” I dropped off my arms, melding my upper body with hers so I could properly nip her ear and tell her: “I’m going to fuck you.”
And I kept that vow, pulling out and plunging back into her carefully at first and with more force as she eased open to me. Her body molded around mine from her hot wet pussy to her thighs, arms, everything. As if she could get me further inside her by sheer will.
I’m spurred on by her nails digging into shoulders and then dragged down and around to my back. Tomorrow, her pleasure will be written in my skin.
