gaze never left me. Simply, "Come here," he

g the buckle of his belt, he slid it off, undid the fly, and stepped out o

und myself involuntary licking my lips. Asserting, "Nope," he corrected himself.

and bones. He grinned and winked at my expression of anger, clearly enjoying himself. "The belt isn't far away, Chloe," he warned

ge of anything and everything he could show me; I was going to put myself entirely in

ed me to moan, and I opened my mouth wide to receive his marauding tongue. When I leaned over him like a brooding god, h

g a breast with the other. His lips and teeth descended on my nipple, sucking and biting in a wa

asize his point. A mild ache turned into a rush of pleasure,

"please,"

his head toward me and stared intently, ho

ening jolt of lust as he smiled and complied. His mouth shifted to my other nipple and beg

anted to feel him inside of me, wherever that might be: pu

to the nightstand. A tube was being squeezed, and I

pussy, went down, and found my puckered hole. His finger traced a tight circle around my bud, then

side of me, I needed him. For more depth, I pl

" I immediately complied, releasing my grip on the slats and turning around s

the pillow. I buried my posterior in the pillow

clothes are drenched. Can I get a reaction from you by putting my fingers in your a-ss? Is it exci

g of every nerve ending. I said, "Yes, Professor Bretton," with a red f

your back." Cut your cheeks open. Put

ame swirled together as I obeyed, and my pussy g

ks; exposed myself to his gaze. "Here's what you are going

ly he wasn't going

s voice had hardened. I

o my anal passage as I held myself open for him. I groaned in sheer lust; the illicit shame of what I was doing forgotten in the wake of overwhelming arousal and fevered need. Then I felt his hands clamp on my th

roked my bud, and it felt like

kissed me where his hands had struck. Aching pleasure bloomed all over me. He moved his hands, hooked his fingers over my thumbs, eased them out of my ass. H

t going to stay here, Chloe. You decide when you are ready to push back into me, okay?" He freed one hand fr

was refusing to stroke me hard, set up any kind of rhythm. For that,

he prospect of pain; perhaps it was because him taking me this way, with me on my knees, face buri

hed back, wincing at the sudden pain as my ass yielded to the head of his cock, a

he didn't push the rest of his length into me, he waited till I was ready; till I pushed back

oris, my reward for taking his length in

I begged. I needed his fi

d, but despite the order, he was being kind, waiting for

the widening of my anal passage, the yielding of my muscles to his cock, these were all sending tremors of lust through my body. I could feel him slide in me, thic