Chris maneuvered his hand between the bed and my back to unhook my bra. Lifting up my back slightly, I made sure he had space enough to get it off me. As pretty as the underwear was, it was only an unnecessary hindrance between Chris’s skin and mine.
He threw the bra onto the floor, not caring where it landed. His eyes entirely focused on my breasts. They felt heavy under his gaze-heavy and needy.
I gasped as he leaned down and took a nipple between his lips. He sucked and nibbled on it before switching his attention to the other.
Zings of pleasure whipped through my body by his ministrations, making me arch my back and push my tits closer to him.
A sound of disappointment made its way out of my mouth when he pulled back, craving his touch so completely it felt like I would go insane if I didn’t get it. He ignored me. Instead, he blew on my breasts. The cold gust on my wet nipples brought shivers through my entire body. Heat pooled between my legs, and I could feel how drenched my panties had gotten.
“So impatient,” Chris tsked, looking down at my squirming body with both disapproval and a hint of amusement. I stilled my movements at once, wanting to please him. And from the glint of satisfaction in his eyes, I accomplished it.
There was no pleasure better than pleasing these men. The elation I found in doing so was something physical pleasure could never compare to. The physical pleasure was over in a couple of minutes, while the other left me glowing from the inside out for a much longer time.
With a self-assured smirk, he pressed his palm against my pantie-covered sex and stroked me with just the right amount that left me wanting more.
“Tell me, little sub, who’s touching your pussy?” he whispered harshly.
“You, Sir. My dominant,” I breathed.
“And will you let me fuck it as I see fit?” Chris grabbed the material and ripped it from my body. The sting of it made me breathe even harder.
Seconds later, two of his fingers sunk deep inside. “Will you let me own it?” he finished.
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned, lost in the glorious feeling building inside me.
Chris cataloged every one of my reactions, watching what I liked and what I loved. There wasn’t one thing I disliked.
One of the things that attracted me to older men was the fact that they had more experience in bed. They knew what they were doing, with their hands, their mouths, and their cocks. They’d learned the pleasure points of a woman’s body and what would make her come in a matter of minutes-if they so desired.
And while I’d never complain, seeing as I was reaping the benefits of their learnings, the thought of them fucking someone else-someone that wasn’t me-held a bitter taste in my mouth.
“Don’t get lost in your head, Sweetheart,” Chris commanded, bringing me back from my thoughts with a vicious thrust of his hand.
Fuck, that felt good.
I rocked against his touch, unable to keep myself from moving. It was too good, too addicting. It was… not enough. My body burned to be filled by him in a way his fingers could not.
“Please,” I begged. “I need more, Sir.”
“That’s not good enough,” Chris scoffed. “You can do better than that.” He didn’t stop fucking me with his hand.
“Please, fuck me,” I tried again, but his eyes only narrowed as if he was disappointed in my begging.
“Tell me how much you want my cock, Bella. Beg me for it.” I’d already begged, but from his expression, it still wasn’t good enough.
His thumb massaged my clit, driving up my pleasure enough that I couldn’t think about anything but having him fill me up.
“I need your cock, Sir. I need you to stretch my pussy and fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Please,” I cried out. I didn’t even know what I was saying, too lost in pleasure and my own desperation.
His wicked smile told me he’d waited for this moment, when I truly let all my inhibitions go. As he withdrew his fingers to situate himself between my legs, I whimpered at the loss of him, even when I knew I would soon get what I wanted.
At his prompting, my knees widened, giving him the space he needed. He used my wetness to lubricate himself and then positioned his dick against my opening.
I moaned when I felt the head of his cock prod my entrance. My eyes had closed automatically, bracing myself for the fullness soon to come.
“Look at me,” he barked, and my eyes snapped open and met his. As soon as I did, he pushed inside, forcing me to take his entire length in one thrust.
My mouth fell open, but no sounds came out as I breathed through the stretch his dick was always accompanied by.
The feeling of his piercing, oddly cold compared to his cock, made sparks of pleasure rush through my body. The metal touched parts of me no man had ever touched, and God, it felt amazing.
Chris groaned and held still for a second, letting me adjust to his size. His arms rested on either side of my head, and he bent down to give me a rough and toe-curling kiss as he started moving.
He withdrew slowly and slammed back inside. In and out. In and out. His dick massaged my sensitive walls, and he made sure his pelvis rubbed against my clit, creating a pleasure that had me squeezing down on him.
“You feel so fucking good, Bella,” he cursed. “You have no idea how you feel wrapped around me, strangling my cock.”
I was too busy breathing to answer. All I could do was give Chris a breathy moan as I lifted my hips to meet his harsh thrusts.
“If I could, I’d never stop fucking you.” His warm rapid breath feathered over my cheek, and I turned towards him, catching his lips with mine.
The kiss was as intense as the thrusts he was giving me. Our bodies were singing with our desperate need to connect; to fuck like this was what we were made to do.
Sweat sliced our skin, and our hearts beat like a frantic drum as we gave in to our carnal need. At this moment, there was nothing but us and the pleasure we sought.
Chris grabbed one of my legs and hauled it over his shoulder. I cried out at the sensation in me by this new position. He was filling me in a way he hadn’t before, making me shudder in ecstasy.
“Harder,” I moaned against his lips. “Please, Sir, fuck me harder.” I was near, so damn near to find my release.
Obliging, he slammed into me so hard I lost my breath. His cock hit the end of me repeatedly, but the pain of it only made me burn even hotter.
He staked a claim on me as he bit down on my bottom lip while giving me the fucking I’d begged for. There was nothing sweet about this, just sinful and downright filthy sex.
A hand snaked down between us, and he roughly rubbed my clit. “Come for me,” Chris ordered, and I had no way of stopping myself now that I’d gotten permission.
“Chris!” I yelled out as I came. His name felt alien but so right on my tongue.
My pussy clamped down on his cock, almost uncomfortably. Still, I was too far gone to care about anything but the pleasure rushing through my body.
“Emily,” he groaned as he slammed into me and spilled his cum inside my pussy. The feeling of it prolonged my own climax.
Like a safety blanket, he moved my leg from his shoulder and laid on top of me, giving me most of his weight.
“Tell me if I’m crushing you,” he muttered as he lazily kissed my neck.
“You’re not,” I assured him, content and gloriously spent. We stayed like this for several minutes, both of us collecting our breaths and calming down.
When my eyes grew heavy, I reluctantly got him off me and forced myself to get out of bed. My legs felt like Jell-O as I got directions to the bathroom.
After doing my deed and brushing my teeth, I shuffled back into bed. Chris used the bathroom after me. While he was there, I noticed my phone was placed on my nightstand; he must’ve gone up and gotten it while I was cleaning myself up before we went to sleep.
I sighed happily when he got back, spooning me from behind.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammered when he moved my leg up and over his own to get his dick back inside me. It was still hard and growing stiffer by the second.
Oh God, I could not go again. I didn’t have it in me right now.
“Going to sleep, and so should you,” Chris simply said. He kissed my shoulder blade and tucked me close against him. “Goodnight, Sweetheart.”
Too tired to object, I wished him a goodnight. I’d thought I would struggle to fall asleep with him inside me, but as the thought passed, I was gone to the world.