I wrapped my lips around it. His hand was in my hair, pulling me along his length, guiding until he found that he could push all the way to the back of my throat and I wouldn't gag. How I wished my hands were unbound so I could cup his balls and wrap my fingers around that scarce inch that my throat couldn't take! Instead I sucked and used my tongue to the best of my abilities, flicking it across the head when he moved out, squeezing with my throat when he moved in, suctioning on the way back out.
R groaned, whispering how good I felt. And he cried out and pulled out before he came, to my disappointment. I'd so wanted to feel his hot cum splashing the back of my throat, his cock throbbing in me, his whimpering as I swallowed and then sucked on his too-sensitive self. But that wasn't to be quite yet.
He controlled himself and bent me over the ottoman, then knelt behind me and plunged into my soaked pussy. I cried out, my ass still raw and stinging, my pussy throbbing around his hard cock, the piercing on his sack hitting my swollen clit.
It felt so wonderful! My pussy was sucking him in like my mouth was earlier, wanting more, clenching him as he rode me harder and faster, his hand once again in my hair, tugging it, using it as a rein of control. Harder, faster, slapping against my ass and clit, I came, and then he came, pouring into me, groaning and throbbing as his cum jetted deep within me. I sobbed and shuddered, wiggled my hips deliciously on his spent but still-hard cock to make him moan, and moaned myself when I felt it throb in response to my squeezing. He unbound my wrists and carried me to the bed where we collapsed together. I was exhausted, sore, throbbing and sated. He was flushed and spent.
Or so I thought. I should have known better. We'd discussed how often he masturbated, and my training was just beginning. This was just the start, the appetizer to blunt the hunger that had been gnawing at both of us for months previously. Oh, what I didn't know...
To Be Continued...
