head. I brush my fingers lightly over his balls, and then lick up and down the underside of his penis, over the thick, pulsing veins. He moans in deep pleasure.
I start to suck and lick and stroke him with my hands. I’m rewarded by the renewed, nearly desperate groans that Jeremy starts making above me.
If he knew that I had held back before… but, he’s no idiot. Of course he’d know that there’s a difference between forced sex and consensual sex.
“Fuck, woman,” Jeremy growls. He digs his hands into my hair to guide my movements. I let him take over, the sloshy noises sounding supremely dirty. Once, they would have filled me with disgust. Now, all they do is arouse me.
Jeremy’s cock hits the back of my throat, again and again and again. He starts pumping his hips into me, almost making me gag. I keep going, determined not to falter now. I can feel his cock straining, growing even bigger. I suspect he’s getting close. I want his release inside my mouth. I want to feel the heat of his cum and know that I am the one who made him climax. That I am the one who made him lose his mind.
“Lilly…,” he pants. ”Fuck, Lilly . . . just . . . Fuck!”
He roars and comes. His orgasm is punctuated by a series of rolling shudders that take control of his body. Both his hands clamp into my hair and he holds my head tight to him.
He relents. I lift my head and look up at him. His whole body is gleaming with sweat, the trimmed hairs on his chest glistening with those glorious drops. I make sure he’s watching as I collect the bit of semen leaking down my chin and bring it into my mouth to suck it dry.
I swallow. A new wave of arousal hits me as I see the look in Jeremy’s eyes. Doing it like this . . . accepting any man like this . . . is something that has always felt so taboo, so far outside my comfort zone. I never even imagined myself doing it willingly. But, tonight, with Jeremy … well, something wild and undeniable has taken hold of me.
It’s transformed me into someone else. No! It’s transformed me into someone I never thought myself possible of being.
A sexual deviant? Perhaps not. Well, perhaps, not yet . But if I’m ever going to go down that path, this type of enjoyment certainly feels like the first step.
And we haven’t even had intercourse yet.
I rest my face against his thigh. He starts to stroke my hair. It’s a gentle touch. We stay like that, together, each lost in our own thoughts.
Then Jeremy’s cock starts to twitch to life again.
“So soon?” I ask, unable to hide a smirk.
“Unless you’re opposed,” he says. But I know he doesn’t mean that. Even if I were opposed, his quickly-thickening shaft would need relief somehow. And I’m definitely still aching for more.
“Hell no,” I say. “But let’s get properly naked first.”
Those words spark something raw in both of us.
Jeremy scrambles up and pins me to the bed. The energy is back; the languidity, gone. Passion and excitement and sweltering heat cackles through the air. He kisses me, and I moan into his mouth as his cock pressed into my cleft.
Hastily, I reach down to strip his pants all the way off, squeezing his perfect ass as I do. He helps me, shifting out of the last piece of clothing he has on from the evening. He pulls me up, and I lift my hands as he tugs the thin sliver of a dress over my head.
Then our mouths are joined again. Our tongues clash in an intoxicating mix of passion and desire and animal lust.
Jeremy falls on top of me. I scissor my legs around his back and try to spin us over so that I’m straddling him. He resists the change of position with frustratingly little difficulty.
“Oh no,” he rumbles in my ear. “When we fuck, we’re going to fuck on my terms .”
The last two words come as an almost-savage growl. “I’m going to do you hard and fast, Lilly-flower.” He angles his hips so that his shaft presses against my belly. Heat spreads through my body at the delicious
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