Spider Game
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Her smile went wider. “Yeah, Trap. I think you like this a lot.”
She studied his face, the desire there carved deep for her to see. The lust gathering in his eyes, dark with sensuality, lashes heavy and hooded. There was no hiding it from her, and he didn’t try. He bucked his hips at her. Demanding. He kept his gaze on her face. She was so beautiful, and he wanted to witness that moment when her lips surrounded his cock and she drew him into her mouth.
The thought was so sensual more droplets leaked, this time onto his flat, very hard belly. Her breath caught in her throat. Her green eyes instantly were riveted to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft one by one again, testing, pressing harder.
“I had no idea a man could be this big. How do you fit inside me?”
“I’ll fit,” he assured her with confidence. She was killing him, but he was going to die happy so he just watched her. She wanted to explore, hell yeah, he was up for that, at least until he couldn’t take it anymore. He allowed his muscles to expand and contract as if testing the bonds holding him again. “You were made for me. You’re already so slick and ready. Let me show you how good it can be. What I gave you before is nothing compared to what you’ll feel.”
She ignored his enticement. “I need you to show me what to do with my mouth. Show me again in your head,” she said. It was an order. One he might make. Their roles were definitely reversed.
“I control what goes on in bed,” he said.
“Not this time.” She gave him a little smirk, but her gaze remained on his cock. Her breath stayed there, warm and enticing, teasing him with anticipation.
She seemed to be in power, but he could take some of that back by influencing what she did through the images in his head. He showed her what he needed. What his body was on fire for.
Cayenne leaned closer. The tip of her tongue made a little experimental foray over the velvety crest, catching the droplets. Tasting him. Her tongue slid around her lips as if savoring his flavor and then dipped down to follow the wet path on his belly to catch every drop.
So that’s what you taste like. Mmm. Good. I like it. I wanted to like this because I could see how much you needed your woman to like doing this to you. I need to know I will be able to give you whatever is important to you.
The most important thing of all to me, babe, is that you want to give me this kind of pleasure and that you enjoy doing it. That will get me off every time.
She tasted again, savoring this time, real enjoyment in her eyes. He fucking loved that – that pleasing him meant something to her.
I do want to, Trap. I just don’t know how. There was demand in her voice. In her mind. She wanted instructions.
Use your mouth, baby. Tight. Like a fist. Suck hard and keep your tongue moving. You want the shaft nice and wet. Remember what I was doing with my fist? You want to do that with your mouth. Use your other hand to stroke and caress that soft area just between my anus and balls. Cup my balls, roll them gently. You have lots to play with. Take your time, and don’t do anything you don’t enjoy.
She didn’t hesitate, following the image in his mind and his intimate instructions. She wrapped her lips around him and swallowed him down. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Sensations tore through him and he shared them with her. Letting her feel what she was doing to him. Her fingers moved against him and he lifted his hips, driving deeper into her mouth.
Heaven. Paradise. She sucked hard, her tongue sliding under the flared head to find that sweet spot in his mind. Her free hand continued to stimulate and caress until he was on fire. Her tongue felt like a flame stroking his shaft and then licking up and down until her saliva coated his cock and she had about half of him in her mouth.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes.” He poured command into his voice, trying in vain to keep his gaze on the junction between her legs. With her kneeling between his legs, her thighs spread wide, he wanted to see if fresh liquid gathered at his hard authority.
Are you wet for me? Burning for me?
Yes. She answered without hesitation.
Even when I talk to you like that? When I tell you what to do? He had to know. He was demanding in bed.
When you use that voice, the burn gets hotter.
Satisfaction moved through him. Relief. There was no doubt in his mind that she would suit his every need. At once her lashes lifted and he could see that wide expanse of green. Definitely enjoying herself. That was what he needed to see. She liked giving him pleasure, and she liked learning. She even liked him making demands.
I love how you taste. Is it always like this?
“Just with me,” he growled. “Only me. That’s it, baby. Suck harder. A little deeper. Son of a bitch, Cayenne, that’s fucking beautiful. Breathe through your nose, and you’ll have to control your gag reflex. Breathe, honey.”
His own breath came in a ragged gasp and in another minute he would have to resort to telepathy because there was no way he was going to be able to talk. Not with her mouth sucking him hard and then switching abruptly to gentle. Not with her tongue wrapping itself around him, doing little circles and then suddenly fluttering like butterfly wings.
“Baby, I’m getting close. Most women don’t want to finish it in their mouths.”
What do you like?
She sucked him deeper and he felt the burst of heat rocketing through his body. His hips bucked, pushing even deeper. Her tongue pressed tight against the sweet spot just beneath the crest of his cock and that sent flames rushing through his veins.
I want your mouth sucking me dry. There was no way to talk. No way to do anything but let her mouth take him.
He drove into her helplessly, and she didn’t pull away from him or fight. In return, he didn’t break the silken bonds. He gave her this moment because she was determined to give him paradise.
The explosion was unlike anything he’d ever had in his life. He felt the fire moving up his legs, along the path her fingers had taken. Everything in him, every sensitive nerve ending fired and sped toward his groin. Her mouth was hot and moist and she suckled hard, greedy, kept him deep, pulling every drop out of him, milking him with her mouth. He felt the tight squeeze of her throat and mouth as his cock swelled and pumped. Once. Twice.
He shouted hoarsely, the cry torn from him as his seed rocketed out of him, driving down her throat while he was thrown into a place he’d never been. She’d taken him there. He floated for long, blissful moments. Her mouth stayed on him, surrounding him with scalding heat. Gentle. Careful. Her tongue curled around him as if guarding him while he stayed in that place of absolute beauty in his mind. A gift he’d never expected from anyone, let alone a woman. Absolute beauty. Absolute peace. She’d taken him there.
She studied his face, the desire there carved deep for her to see. The lust gathering in his eyes, dark with sensuality, lashes heavy and hooded. There was no hiding it from her, and he didn’t try. He bucked his hips at her. Demanding. He kept his gaze on her face. She was so beautiful, and he wanted to witness that moment when her lips surrounded his cock and she drew him into her mouth.
The thought was so sensual more droplets leaked, this time onto his flat, very hard belly. Her breath caught in her throat. Her green eyes instantly were riveted to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft one by one again, testing, pressing harder.
“I had no idea a man could be this big. How do you fit inside me?”
“I’ll fit,” he assured her with confidence. She was killing him, but he was going to die happy so he just watched her. She wanted to explore, hell yeah, he was up for that, at least until he couldn’t take it anymore. He allowed his muscles to expand and contract as if testing the bonds holding him again. “You were made for me. You’re already so slick and ready. Let me show you how good it can be. What I gave you before is nothing compared to what you’ll feel.”
She ignored his enticement. “I need you to show me what to do with my mouth. Show me again in your head,” she said. It was an order. One he might make. Their roles were definitely reversed.
“I control what goes on in bed,” he said.
“Not this time.” She gave him a little smirk, but her gaze remained on his cock. Her breath stayed there, warm and enticing, teasing him with anticipation.
She seemed to be in power, but he could take some of that back by influencing what she did through the images in his head. He showed her what he needed. What his body was on fire for.
Cayenne leaned closer. The tip of her tongue made a little experimental foray over the velvety crest, catching the droplets. Tasting him. Her tongue slid around her lips as if savoring his flavor and then dipped down to follow the wet path on his belly to catch every drop.
So that’s what you taste like. Mmm. Good. I like it. I wanted to like this because I could see how much you needed your woman to like doing this to you. I need to know I will be able to give you whatever is important to you.
The most important thing of all to me, babe, is that you want to give me this kind of pleasure and that you enjoy doing it. That will get me off every time.
She tasted again, savoring this time, real enjoyment in her eyes. He fucking loved that – that pleasing him meant something to her.
I do want to, Trap. I just don’t know how. There was demand in her voice. In her mind. She wanted instructions.
Use your mouth, baby. Tight. Like a fist. Suck hard and keep your tongue moving. You want the shaft nice and wet. Remember what I was doing with my fist? You want to do that with your mouth. Use your other hand to stroke and caress that soft area just between my anus and balls. Cup my balls, roll them gently. You have lots to play with. Take your time, and don’t do anything you don’t enjoy.
She didn’t hesitate, following the image in his mind and his intimate instructions. She wrapped her lips around him and swallowed him down. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Sensations tore through him and he shared them with her. Letting her feel what she was doing to him. Her fingers moved against him and he lifted his hips, driving deeper into her mouth.
Heaven. Paradise. She sucked hard, her tongue sliding under the flared head to find that sweet spot in his mind. Her free hand continued to stimulate and caress until he was on fire. Her tongue felt like a flame stroking his shaft and then licking up and down until her saliva coated his cock and she had about half of him in her mouth.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes.” He poured command into his voice, trying in vain to keep his gaze on the junction between her legs. With her kneeling between his legs, her thighs spread wide, he wanted to see if fresh liquid gathered at his hard authority.
Are you wet for me? Burning for me?
Yes. She answered without hesitation.
Even when I talk to you like that? When I tell you what to do? He had to know. He was demanding in bed.
When you use that voice, the burn gets hotter.
Satisfaction moved through him. Relief. There was no doubt in his mind that she would suit his every need. At once her lashes lifted and he could see that wide expanse of green. Definitely enjoying herself. That was what he needed to see. She liked giving him pleasure, and she liked learning. She even liked him making demands.
I love how you taste. Is it always like this?
“Just with me,” he growled. “Only me. That’s it, baby. Suck harder. A little deeper. Son of a bitch, Cayenne, that’s fucking beautiful. Breathe through your nose, and you’ll have to control your gag reflex. Breathe, honey.”
His own breath came in a ragged gasp and in another minute he would have to resort to telepathy because there was no way he was going to be able to talk. Not with her mouth sucking him hard and then switching abruptly to gentle. Not with her tongue wrapping itself around him, doing little circles and then suddenly fluttering like butterfly wings.
“Baby, I’m getting close. Most women don’t want to finish it in their mouths.”
What do you like?
She sucked him deeper and he felt the burst of heat rocketing through his body. His hips bucked, pushing even deeper. Her tongue pressed tight against the sweet spot just beneath the crest of his cock and that sent flames rushing through his veins.
I want your mouth sucking me dry. There was no way to talk. No way to do anything but let her mouth take him.
He drove into her helplessly, and she didn’t pull away from him or fight. In return, he didn’t break the silken bonds. He gave her this moment because she was determined to give him paradise.
The explosion was unlike anything he’d ever had in his life. He felt the fire moving up his legs, along the path her fingers had taken. Everything in him, every sensitive nerve ending fired and sped toward his groin. Her mouth was hot and moist and she suckled hard, greedy, kept him deep, pulling every drop out of him, milking him with her mouth. He felt the tight squeeze of her throat and mouth as his cock swelled and pumped. Once. Twice.
He shouted hoarsely, the cry torn from him as his seed rocketed out of him, driving down her throat while he was thrown into a place he’d never been. She’d taken him there. He floated for long, blissful moments. Her mouth stayed on him, surrounding him with scalding heat. Gentle. Careful. Her tongue curled around him as if guarding him while he stayed in that place of absolute beauty in his mind. A gift he’d never expected from anyone, let alone a woman. Absolute beauty. Absolute peace. She’d taken him there.