his addiction
He had me on the bed. Those rough hotel bedspreads that look like a Mardi Gras nightmare. My legs spread open for him while he licked my clit and fucked my cunt with his fingers. All the while, stopping to make me repeat the same phrase over and over again. “Yes sir, you own me.”
He loves it when I beg him, and I do it willingly. His need to own and control me is only matched by my intense desire to surrender to him. His tongue dragging slowly over my clit, rough and wet. Hard, then soft. Kissing, sucking, flicking my clit until I burn. He stood at the edge of the bed, put my knees together and then told me to spread them again so he could watch.
“You spread your legs for anyone don’t you slut?”
No sir.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
Puzzled by his question, I answered quickly, Yes sir. Always.
He smiled, but his eyes turned dark.
“Prove it.“ He unbuttoned his pants and took his cock in his hand taking it out, showing me his hard gorgeous shaft. “Show me what a good girl you are for me. Turn around so I can watch you while you suck my cock.”
I turned so my head was close to him, slightly off the edge of the bed. His cock over my face. He leaned over me, so his cock slid into my throat, slowly. He thrust slowly into my mouth. His warm thick cock, familiar even after so much time apart. The sensation filled my senses. My pussy ached with wanting and I sucked and milked his cock while he thrust slowly in and out of my mouth. He leaned over my body on the bed, using my mouth as a warm inviting cunt. He instructed me to rub my clit while he watched me. My fingers stroked my clit, slowly, again and again. Trying to ease the aching.
My body ached to feel him everywhere. I wanted his cock in my mouth, my cunt, my ass. I wanted him to fill every hole, physically and emotionally. His thrusts stayed slow. He grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my body. He was holding them at my sides, pinning them down so I could not stop him from thrusting into my mouth. My eyes teared as he fucked my throat, slower and deeper each time. I prepared for each thrust, relaxing and opening my throat for him, but my eyes watered as he choked me with his thick cock with each delicious thrust. I didn’t dare stop him, I had enough space that I could have turned my head. He knew this. I always have complete trust in him. Always.
“My delicious little slut,” he grunted slowly at me. “I dream about fucking your sluttly mouth. I want to fuck you so hard. Bury my cock down you soooo…..fucking….deep…”
His cock started to jerk and he pulled back and thrust his cock back in my mouth fast and shallow. His cum spurt on my tongue as he slowly pushed his cock back into my throat again, cumming and filling my mouth with his hot cream, making it drip out of my mouth and down my neck.
“Goooood girrrrl….” he whispered, raspy and relieved, “That’s sooo good.”
I hungrily sucked every drop from him. Lavishing in his attention until he pulled back to look at his slutty mess.
He leaned down on his knees, putting his face near mine and whispered into my ear, “This is why I will never leave you….”
In my mind, I immediately said ” If you do I will willingly take your place immediately “
You are my addiction. Such a bad bad girl indeed.
It’s times like this that I have to wonder who really is the submissive and who is truly in control???
Hot as always Bad Girl!