She nods, and with her mouth stretched to the limit around my shaft she looks so fucking hot I can’t actually comprehend it. I pull back take my cock out of her mouth, replacing it with my balls. “Suck them.”
I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of her soft, warm mouth wrapped around me. God, it feels so good. “Lesson two,” I say. “My balls like to be warm, and it’s your job to do it when I ask. Though if you do it without asking, I’ll be very happy.”
I replace them with my cock again, and her eyes flutter closed. “I think you like my cock in your mouth, Juno.”
She just confirms by sucking harder. “Let’s practice a little more before I make you scream.”
9
Juno
If someone had told me three days ago that I’d be tied to a bed, full of orgasmic bliss, being taught how to pleasure the man I’ve given myself to, I would have told anyone that they were crazy.
But here I am, and everything about me is drenched in pleasure. And he’s pressing further into my mouth. Oh god, I’m full of him now the way I want to be full of him below.
Deeper and deeper her presses in, and I hold it. I hold it longer than I thought possible. Until I can’t breathe. Looking up at him, I barely care. Malcolm naked is a glory that I can’t believe that I get to witness. I know that I saw it last night, but up close it’s entirely different. Cut muscles and smooth skin everywhere. Dark eyes awash with animal lust and that utter confidence that somehow manages to undo me completely.
When he pulls back, I’m gasping, almost more turned on than when he made me come. My pussy is soaked again, and I don’t have any doubt that I’ll be leaving a wet spot on his sheets.
I want to reach for him. Run my fingers along his skin and explore him, but when I do my hands are bound and another burst of white heat flares through me. Malcolm smirks down at me. “I think you’re ready.”
“I’ve been ready,” I say.
He slides a condom onto his cock, and then he’s moving me again. Huge, strong hands grip my thighs and press them up and open. Until I’m nearly folded in half and the entrance to my pussy is on perfect display for him.
“You’re so wet that you’re glistening,” he says, dragging his tongue across me in one lick. “I love the way you taste.”
Just the fact that he said that has me flushing with utter embarrassment, but I still love it. Still can’t believe that I’m doing this. Still impossibly happy that I am.
Malcolm fits his cock against my entrance and eases in. Just like with my mouth, he’s easily the biggest I’ve ever had inside my pussy, and I groan from the stretch. It feels fucking amazing, but I have no idea how he’s actually going to fit inside me. And I don’t even realize that I said that out loud until he answers.
“Oh, I’ll fit, Juno. If I have to wait for you to relax after every inch, I will, but I am going to be balls deep inside your pussy.”
As soon as he says it he slides in another inch because of the burst of wetness that those words create. Holy shit. He’s so long that it feels like he’s in me a mile and he’s still pushing in. I’m almost too full. It doesn’t hurt—it aches in that way that’s good and bad at once, and I squeeze down on him which makes him curse.
“Do that again.”
I do, and he thrusts a little deeper. And deeper still, until I feel it. He’s buried to the hilt, all the way inside, and I can’t breathe. The air in my lungs feels impossibly short, and it has everything to do with the fact that I’m impaled by Malcolm’s massive cock. I can’t move, pinned by him and my arms bound. All I can do is feel and surrender to it.
Because I’m his.
The words seem like a perfect rhythm to match my pounding heart.
I’m his. I’m his. I’m his.
Malcolm is perfectly still, holding himself deep inside me, and as he stays there, I get used to him. Suddenly it feels right and perfect to have him there and I want more. Movement and even deeper penetration.
But he doesn’t move, still.
He kisses me. Softly at first and then harder. He rocks his hips in time with his tongue, building the momentum and the pleasure. It spins inside me and grows, because that’s all my body can do. I’m in complete overload. Every nerve is firing, trying to handle everything he’s making me feel. And he’s barely started. I have a feeling that I’m going to be completely and thoroughly fucked by the time that this is over.
Harder, he moves, slowly pulling back and pushing in, gaining speed and power until he’s slamming into me and not holding back. I’m lit up from the inside with fireworks, and I’m so close to it that I might give him what he wants and actually scream when he stops completely.
I don’t know how he did it, but he did. I’ve never thought a man could just…stop like that. He’s still buried in me, balls snug against my ass and the head of his cock so deep even the smallest movement makes me shiver in pleasure.
“What did I say your job was as my pet?” he asks.
The words are deceptively soft. Like velvet. I have to get the question right. I know it.
“I do what you tell me,” I say. “When you tell me to do it.”
“Or in some cases,” he says, thrusting once, “what I tell you not to do.”
“No…” I say, suddenly putting the pieces together.
Malcolm’s slow smile has
