I teased her neck with light brushing kisses and gentle sucking, while down below I squeezed her ass cheeks with a virile possessive strength that had her panting in my ears.

  “So sexy, baby. I hope you meant that, because I’m not holding back, first night together or not.”

  She trembled against me, in need and desire, and said softly, “Neither am I, sir. I hold back nothing, and I give you everything. Take it, please,” she said breathily.

  Damn, she was going to make me cum like a premature teen if she kept that up, instead of the forty-three-year-old god I was. I backed away just far enough to dip my head down and suck a nipple into my mouth. I suckled it softly enjoying her breathy pants, but slowly ramped up the stimulation as I squeezed and caressed around my mouth with one hand, and I did the same to the other breast with the other.

  It was only when I was just short of mauling them, biting her nipple and pulling back hard, that she let out the involuntarily sexy gasp I was waiting for. Damn, she was too hot, and she liked her huge rounded DD tits just short of abused.

  She said breathily, “That’s so good, sir. You’re hands on me is so much better than I imagined,” as her hand wrapped in my hair, while the other one wrapped around my cock. She drew a moan from my lips as she squeezed around me hard, then softened her grip and started to stroke me.

  I said into her breast, “You imagined this?”

  She giggled naughtily, “I Jilled off to this, sir, last night at the Wynn. I was very naughty for you, sir.”

  I moaned, she was going to kill me. I pushed her back and onto the bed, mostly because if I let her keep stroking my cock, I was going to cum like a damn teen with no control. But also because she was really worked up, and ready for me to take it up a notch.

  She went back on her elbows, and she looked up through her eyelashes sexily as she arched her back for me. Her breasts were impossibly firm for their size, and mostly standing up straight from her chest with just a small downslope from the weight. I mean, that had to be her beauty power. No women with DD breasts had perky tits, for goddess’ sake. Except Natasha apparently.

  I dove in between her legs, spreading them with authority and a firm touch. Her black panties had a wet spot, and they were partially and lewdly outlining her fat labia. I mean, she had a mouthwateringly large camel toe. I gripped her hips and looked up into her eyes between her tits, as I slid my hands slowly and firmly down, hooking the sides of those panties and pulling them down just far enough to peel them from her soaked quim.

  Her pussy was sexy as hell, large folds that were pretty and symmetrical, as naturally pink as her lips up above, and they sat on the sexiest petite mound I’d ever seen. She also had a neatly trimmed and sexy landing strip, which I ran my fingertips through making her squirm a little and let out a breathy gasp.

  “Beautiful,” I said in awe, as I leaned forward, ducked my head under and around her panties so they were behind my head, then took a slow teasing lick. A soft lick, as my fingertips dug into the flesh of her sexy and tight heart shaped ass.

  She was delicious, and her eyes were wide with excitement, pleasure, and heat, and already glazing over in pleasure for me as I got to work. I devoured her slowly and softly at first, keeping her squirms and twitches relatively controlled with my arms around her thighs and my hands under and holding her ass so firmly.

  Her sweet sounds of pleasure along with the taste of her arousal and scent was making my cock twitch painfully even in its freedom. Her body started to quake, shake, shimmer sinuously, and outright tremble on the tip of my tongue as I worked her hard, her smooth labia luxurious against my tongue, and her little clit so hard for me as I sucked it in and swirled my tongue around it.

  I was in heaven eating her out, and I’d been fantasizing about doing it a lot the last two days.

  She was getting closer, really close, panting, squirming wildly.

  “Suck your tits, now,” I ordered a little breathily, but that didn’t stop the sucking sounds immediately starting. She didn’t just follow my orders, she did so breathlessly and immediately, and that fed the dominant side of me in a big way that wanted to claim, pleasure, and use my woman in bed.

  She looked down at me with pleasure addled eyes, panting and sucking around her nipple, which was so hot to watch I almost came myself as I sucked in her clit, and never stopped sucking and massaging it with my tongue, while I stealthily moved one hand around and shoved two fingers into her sex, curled them, and went looking for her g-spot.

  There was no mistaking when I found the little rough spot, and she screamed.

  “Gary! Yes, ohmygod, yes, yes, yes, oh honey yes, Yes!” she screamed in ecstasy. Her body arching, grinding against my face, as she let out a keening shout of bliss. Her pleasure addled eyes glazed over, and her beautiful face a study in pleasure.

  While she was still cumming, I got up on my knees, grabbed her ankles, and pulled them up over my shoulders which also had the effect of sliding her bucking body down the bed. I leaned forward pinning her legs a bit and lifting her ass up higher, then lined up.

  I looked deep into her eyes, and hers went wide with excitement and need at seeing the dark lust and demanding need in mine. It was so intense, looking into those seductive eyes, as for the first time I stroked my cock into her trembling and convulsing body.

  She cried out, rolled her hips the best she could with me pinning her legs, and she took in another inch.

  “So tight for me, baby,” I groaned, knowing I wasn’t going to last long. Not after what I just did, and the long buildup of the last day to this penultimate moment.

  Her sex was clenching the head of my cock so hard every tiny movement was sending a tsunami of pleasure crashing through my body. She was virginally tight, but more than that she was rocking, squeezing, and working me hard on top of that, working as hard as I was thrusting to bury the full length of my cock and stretch her out around me.

  She winked, “Might have overdone it, wanted to make it good for you, and my tight little pussy is part of both pleasure and beauty.”

  I snorted, then we both sighed in pleasure as I finally slammed home, my balls resting against her taint as she wriggled and convulsed around me, giving me tiny little grinds that were overwhelming.

  Damn, she knew how to fuck too, was an extremely active partner, and she was incredible at it on top of that.

  I was going to wait for her to adjust, but she ground me harder, and despite the discomfort on her face her eyes were begging me to use her. To pound her and use her hot passage to claim my pleasure. She was desperate to pleasure me and be used, and her earlier hot words truly sunk in. She wanted this, to be my nasty and willing whore, to be pleasured, punished, worshipped, and used in the bedroom. She’d only be my princess outside of it.

  I went to hardcore plowing, rocking my pelvis the full length of my cock, and slamming back inside of her powerfully, only to grind forward and down both, to put pressure on her clit.

  Her eyes glazed over, and I imagined mine were as well as the hot myriad pleasures of her paradise caressed, massaged, gripped, clenched, and milked my cock in both rippling waves and full on clenching squeezes. Her tits bouncing so riotously as I’d imagined that one time, only added to the deep pleasure of her body on mine, as well as the begging look in her eyes for my pleasure.

  She wanted me to cum, to lose myself in her, so I did. I pounded her with authority, my eyes pinning and demanding hers as I took what was mine. She’d given herself to me, and I was taking her. Her body, her will, her pleasure, and I was demanding mine with powerful drives of my cock as I plowed through one of the tightest sexes that I’d ever been in.

  The silken friction going in, and the clenching milking going out, had me rushing headlong for the edge. Her whimpering pants of pleasure and sweet wickedly joyous gasps were wanton, and she was giving herself to me in abandon.

  I roared, “Baby!” as I felt my boils boil and legs go numb, then slapped into her hard two more times as I felt the avalanche of pleasure hit my body, “So beautiful,” I almost whispered, overcome with awe by her beauty, her body, and how wickedly submissive she was for me in that moment.

  It was powerful, looking into her eyes, the eyes of my goddess, the first time I nutted deep inside of her. The first splash of my seed pumping into her body as my cock flexed and pulsed, pushed her over the edge too.

  “Sir!” she cried out, her sex clenching like a vise, then riotously milking me. The little minx started to rock her body, so the convulsions milked me harder, to make my pleasure better, even as she was overwhelmed by her own.

  I’ve never had a woman do that to me, and it was intense. I’d cum way too fast, but my first orgasm had given her the second one and a far more powerful one, so I wasn’t going to worry too much.

  We rode those heights together for a seeming eternity before the cresting wave of pleasure broke on shore, and we came back down to reality.

  She smiled up at me dreamily, and I just looked at her in awe as I pulled out, collapsed beside her, and quickly and firmly gathered her up against my side.

  I said, “You really meant it.”

  She giggled, “You thought I was just winding you up, or maybe that I just thought I wanted this? God, I feel so pleasured and used right now, so deliciously claimed. So what exactly about that was bad or Neanderthalic?”

  I snickered, “Sexist. We’re just getting started, baby. Get me ready for another round with that sweet mouth.”

  Chapter Seven

  Natasha

  He snickered, “Sexist. We’re just getting started, baby. Get me ready for another round with that sweet mouth.”

  Goddess, he was driving me crazy, from the moment he got out of the shower. Telling me we were going out, not asking. He even told me what to wear in general terms, touched me often, and gave me hot and commanding looks of desire. Dark, lustful, yummy and naughty desire that made my pussy moist and my nipples tight. Looks that told me I was his.

  I hadn’t known what to expect, but his apology and sweeping me so thoroughly off my feet hadn’t been it. He’d been perfect all night, so commanding and confident, while treating me like a princess.

  Just now, the commanding lust and authority in his eyes as he’d claimed me, had driven me crazy. Made me so hot, knowing I could engender such a strong and potent lust in him. Then he’d eaten me first, and that he’d been damned good at it, was also a wonderful surprise.

  I really had been waiting for a man like him for a long time. Someone that could dominate me, use me, take control of me in bed, but also still treat me like a princess, look at me in respect, admiration, awe, and spoil me outside the bedroom.

  It’s all I’ve wanted, since I realized I was exactly like my mother, that I needed to express both the princess and the whore in me.

  His casual order to suck his cock sent a thrill down my spine, not to mention him calling me baby with so much possessiveness in his tone, and I got up on my hands and knees and leaned over to kiss his lips softly, then down onto his neck. My hands were in heaven, as I stroked his muscular chest and six pack stomach. My lips chasing my circling fingertips with light suckles, kisses, and teasing licks as I made my way down his firmly muscled and tight chest and stomach.

  His touch on my hair was gentle and petting, and I melted a little inside. Besides being turned on by the order, my mouth was also watering at the idea of pleasuring him down below. Of taking him into my mouth, and between my sweet lips. I didn’t have to think, I didn’t have to plan, I just had to obey and feel, lose myself in the lustful desire and sensual sensations of it all. Surrender my body to him, be obedient, and I’ve never felt hotter.

  The look of awe in his eyes as he filled my middle, had been such a thrill, as he’d emptied that dark possessive lust into my body along with his seed.

  I wrapped my hand around his already hard cock, I guessed kissing my way down here had already gotten him ready. But I had orders, and they hadn’t changed yet. I squeezed and stroked lightly, as I looked up lustfully and submissively into his eyes through my eyelashes. I winked, and my power surged just a little bit, as my hair fanned out on his stomach and hip was suddenly in a ponytail.

  Couldn’t have it getting in the way, and he might want a handle. I liked being in control, but there was a thrill in a man taking my mouth as well, especially this man.

  I also made sure my breasts were pushed between his legs, so their supple flesh would tease his inner thighs as I bobbed my head. The look up at him full of wanton lust and joy, my tits, my hands on him, were all essential parts of a good blowjob in my mind. Honestly, I loved sucking cock, I always had, but I’d never been so thrilled before, as my heart and hope told me that he was the one. That this was the cock I’d be sucking for the rest of my life, and it was a beautifully fat and long cock. There was a thrill in that, even if I knew I was getting a little ahead of myself. It was just hope, not stalking commitment.

  Point was that he was everything I wanted, how could I not hope to be on my knees for him every day for the rest of my life. My mouth watered at the thought, and I looked up at him with wicked anticipation and dirty lust. The fact his cum mixed with my liquid ecstasy was dripping out of me and onto my thighs just made me feel hotter, naughtier for him, and it had my head spinning with lust and the hope of budding love.

  I looked deep into his eyes, telling him I was thrilled and happy to be there, as I opened my mouth slightly and teasingly kissed the tip, my hand slowly stroking the base and keeping it steady and straight up.

  He moaned, “Damn, baby. You’re so sexy.”

  A thrill went through me, and I moaned wantonly at his taste mixed with mine, as I took him into my mouth. I closed my lips tightly around his ridge, then swirled my tongue around the whole tip, before teasing the more sensitive bottom, all while I sucked and covered his cockhead in a froth of spit. I was also jacking him off lightly, pulling on his skin and then twisting slightly at the apex.

  His moans were delicious, and I used my other hand to caress his balls as I took him deeper into my hot eager mouth. The tingling sensation of his hard yet silken soft cock sliding over my lips had me moaning for him again, looking up into his eyes.

  He ordered, “Uh uh, use that second hand to edge yourself for me. If you want to play with my balls, use your mouth.”

  My hot sex clenched at his order, both to play with myself and lick his balls, and a whole waterfall of his cum came out and dribbled down my thighs. I started to stroke the folds above my clit lightly, while jacking him off and bobbing. My eyes glazing over with pleasure, even as I made his eyes fill with lust and euphoria with my efforts.

  I popped off his cock, and kissed the tip, then ran my lips and tongue down the bottom. I kept jerking his base, sliding a bit higher to near the tip, as I started to lick his balls and suck his whole sack into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue.

  He moaned so deeply, then said, “So naughty for me.”

  I almost laughed, this was nothing. I mean, I was naughty for him, but if he thought sucking his balls was my limit in being his nasty obedient whore, then he had some surprises coming. I moaned wantonly at his taste, so salty and delicious. I was also moaning because of my fingertips teasing between my folds, stroking my soaked folds. I felt dirty and so hot, because of how turned on I was by rubbing his cum all over my clit, stroking it for him, keeping my pleasure on a plateau right near the edge of the cliff to ecstasy. God, I wanted to taste it.

  I’d do anything he ordered me too, but I really hoped he’d cum in my mouth. I ran my lips and tongue back up his cock, sucking and swirling my way up, while my hand resumed a shallow jack and twist motion on the first three plus inches, and I moaned deeply as my mouth started to work the first four inches harder. Licking, sucking, milking, sliding oh so deliciously through my lips and knocking on my throat. I moaned a lot, to stimulate him with vibrations, and because I was losing myself in it.

  In being his obedient and nasty whore. It thrilled me so much I had to stop lightly stroking my clit for a second, as I hovered on the edge of ecstasy, but I managed to pull it back.

  He said, “Good, don’t you dare cum until I paint the back of your throat.”

  I moaned and worked him even harder, bobbing desperately, swirling the tip, twisting the base, and making it good for him, while my other hand kept me right on that edge. I shamelessly begged him for his cum in my mouth with my eyes, I wanted to feel it coat my tongue, enjoy the taste, and feel it slide down my throat.

  I felt so naughty and hot, for all the reasons I’d already said, but also because I was masturbating for him while sucking his cock. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever done that, but it was the first time I’d been ordered to do it with so much delicious confidence and authority. It was like I didn’t have a choice, I had to be a good little whore and obey my master.

  Then his soft touch turned into a grip, and he grunted, “Fuck, trouble. Cum with me.”

  Nothing would stop that, and I moaned in wanton delight as I backed off, sucked hard right past the tip, and jerked him hard and fast with that twist.

  He roared, “Natasha!” and the first pulse did slam into the back of my throat, and the taste of him started to fill my mouth. It was such a thrill, making him feel this pleasure and fill my mouth, and being right on the edge that was all it took.

  A few furious strokes and the coiled pleasure in the core of my being broke, splintering me into a million pieces as the pleasure overwhelmed my body and mind.

  All that existed in that moment was his dark gray commanding eyes, filled with awe and ecstasy as he continued to flood my mouth, the rhythmic swallowing to keep ahead of that flood timed perfectly with the shocks of pleasure making my body quake. Lastly, the sloppy milking action of my hand to make it better for him which also matched that rhythmic bucking of my body.