This Man Confessed
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I start drooling at the mass of pure, tempting gorgeousness and smile. ‘You’re hard everywhere.’
‘Except here.’ he says, all deep and coarse, tapping his chest. ‘Here, I’m as soft as shit. But only for you.’
My smile widens. ‘You can be hard-hearted sometimes.’ I muse, rolling over onto my back, my head hanging off the end of the bed.
‘You’re a temptress, Mrs Ward.’
I watch his upside down body approach slowly until he’s standing looking down at me, his steel shaft brushing my top lip. ‘You want it?’ he asks, clasping the base and guiding himself from side to side across my lips. The hot dampness has my tongue darting out to taste, but he pulls back, his lips tipping at the corners. ‘Say please.’
‘Please.’ I reach up and run my fingertips down the centre of his chest, and he moans, guiding his cock straight to my lips. I open slowly while watching as his face contorts with anticipation, then I close my lips around him.
‘Ava, that damn fucking mouth of yours.’ he groans, clenching his eyes shut.
‘Should I stop?’ I bite down lightly and drag my teeth across his smooth flesh. ‘Do you want me to stop?’
‘I want you to shut the fuck up and concentrate on what you’re doing.’
I smile and release him before flipping myself over and sitting on the end on the bed between his thighs. I grab his cock and squeeze… hard.
‘Stop teasing me, lady.’ His hands find my hair, his fists clenching, and he pushes me down to him.
I don’t put up any resistance. I love taking him like this. My head drifts down and my fingernails grip onto his firm arse, pulling him forward.
‘Oh fuck!’ he barks, holding my head in place. ‘Just stay there.’
He’s brushing the back of my throat, and I’m struggling to stop my stomach from convulsing. I keep quiet whilst he spasms against me, his head dropped back and his fists tightening in my hair. I need to keep control here. I cannot be throwing up, I’ll never explain it, so instead of concentrating on my mouthful of solid cock, I focus solely on keeping myself from retching. I close my eyes and inhale through my nose. What is wrong with me? If pregnancy brings aversions and mine is a sudden intolerance of Jesse’s manhood in my mouth, then I never want to be pregnant again.
I relax a little when he withdraws and quickly drop him from my mouth before crawling up his body and wrapping my legs around him. I need to play this perfectly, especially judging by the incredulous look on his handsome face. He doesn’t like me halting things. That’s his call. I lean in and bite his lip. ‘I want you inside me.’
‘I was quite happy where I was.’ he splutters in disbelief. It makes me laugh. ‘I’m glad you find it funny, Ava.’
‘I don’t, I’m sorry.’ Pushing my lips to his, I wave the need card. It’s my only option. ‘I need you inside me now.’
He pulls back and narrows his eyes. It worries me. But then he knocks me out with his smile, reserved only for me. ‘You’ll never have to ask me twice, baby.’ He lowers me to the bed and comes down with me. ‘Get rid of the towel.’
I yank the bath sheet from around his neck and fling it across the room.
‘Put your hands in my hair.’ he orders. I comply immediately, lacing my fingers though his mass of wet, dirty blonde. ‘Pull it.’ He leans down and licks my lips as I tug at his hair on a moan. ‘Kiss me hard, Ava.’ His stern tone just spikes my need further. I tackle his mouth with desperation and conviction. ‘Stop.’ he orders, and I do, even though I really don’t want to. ‘Kiss me softly.’ he whispers, and I sigh, gently sweeping my tongue through his mouth, so very lazily. It’s heaven. ‘Enough.’ he says harshly, and again I stop. He pulls back and drops a loving kiss on my lips. ‘Why can’t you do everything I ask that quickly?’
I grin and pull him in closer, re-claiming his mouth. ‘Because your power hungry persona is rubbing off on your wife.’
He laughs and rolls over so I’m astride his hips. ‘Take the power, baby.’
‘Okay.’ I agree quickly, lifting myself from his groin. He reaches down, and I slap his hand away. ‘Excuse me.’
‘Oh, sorry.’ He grins sheepishly. ‘Don’t fuck about, though, will you?’
‘You’re forgetting, God,’ I grab his erection and guide him to me. ‘You’ve just relinquished the power.’ I lower gently, his grin soon disappearing, being replaced with thorough appreciation.
He moans and grabs the tops of my legs. ‘I might give you the power more often.’
I lift and slowly sink back down, running my hands all over his chest. ‘You like?’
‘Oh, I love.’ He looks up at me and starts smoothing his hands over the tops of my thighs.
‘You’re so handsome.’ I lift and lower gently again on a sigh.
‘I know.’ he says simply.
‘You’re arrogant.’
‘I know. Up you go.’
I raise my eyebrows. ‘Who has the power?’
‘You do, but you won’t for long if you abuse it. Up.’ He’s restraining a smile, and I scowl, but lift myself anyway. ‘Good girl.’ he pants. ‘Faster.’
Sinking back down, I grind gently. ‘But I like it like this.’
‘Faster, Ava.’
‘No. I have the power.’ I work my way back up, but don’t get the chance to tease my way down. I’m flipped onto my back and pinned down.
‘You lost your chance, lady.’ He drives straight in with purpose. ‘I’m taking the power back.’
Bang!
I yell, my legs falling open.
Bang!
‘Fuck!’ I scream as he hits my womb.
‘Mouth!’
Bang!
‘Jesse!’
‘You pushed your luck, baby.’ he grunts, flexing his grip of my wrists and hitting me over and over and over. My eyes close. ‘Eyes!’ I rip them open on a shocked yelp. ‘Better.’ Sweat is pouring down his face, dripping onto my cheeks. I need to hold onto him, scratch him and bite him, but I’m completely powerless, just as he likes me.
‘Let me hold you.’ I cry, pulling at his grip as he thunders on.
‘Who has the power?’
‘You do, you fucking control freak!’
‘Watch,’ Bang! ‘your,’ Bang! ‘mouth!’
I scream.
‘Fuck! he yells. ‘Come for me, Ava!’
I can’t. I’m trying to focus on the climax that’s lingering somewhere deep, but every time I think I’ve captured it, he hits me again with those punishing hips and knocks it back. My eyes close and I can do nothing more than accept the assault my body is under.
‘Jesus, Ava. I’m going to come!’
And with that he shouts, grinds and collapses on top of me, releasing my hands from his fierce grip. His breathing is chaotic, his body twitching and his skin wet. I’m all of those things, too, minus one satisfying climax.
‘You didn’t come.’ he pants into my neck. I can’t talk, so I hum and shake my head, my arms flopped limply at the side of my head. ‘Baby, I’m sorry.’
‘Except here.’ he says, all deep and coarse, tapping his chest. ‘Here, I’m as soft as shit. But only for you.’
My smile widens. ‘You can be hard-hearted sometimes.’ I muse, rolling over onto my back, my head hanging off the end of the bed.
‘You’re a temptress, Mrs Ward.’
I watch his upside down body approach slowly until he’s standing looking down at me, his steel shaft brushing my top lip. ‘You want it?’ he asks, clasping the base and guiding himself from side to side across my lips. The hot dampness has my tongue darting out to taste, but he pulls back, his lips tipping at the corners. ‘Say please.’
‘Please.’ I reach up and run my fingertips down the centre of his chest, and he moans, guiding his cock straight to my lips. I open slowly while watching as his face contorts with anticipation, then I close my lips around him.
‘Ava, that damn fucking mouth of yours.’ he groans, clenching his eyes shut.
‘Should I stop?’ I bite down lightly and drag my teeth across his smooth flesh. ‘Do you want me to stop?’
‘I want you to shut the fuck up and concentrate on what you’re doing.’
I smile and release him before flipping myself over and sitting on the end on the bed between his thighs. I grab his cock and squeeze… hard.
‘Stop teasing me, lady.’ His hands find my hair, his fists clenching, and he pushes me down to him.
I don’t put up any resistance. I love taking him like this. My head drifts down and my fingernails grip onto his firm arse, pulling him forward.
‘Oh fuck!’ he barks, holding my head in place. ‘Just stay there.’
He’s brushing the back of my throat, and I’m struggling to stop my stomach from convulsing. I keep quiet whilst he spasms against me, his head dropped back and his fists tightening in my hair. I need to keep control here. I cannot be throwing up, I’ll never explain it, so instead of concentrating on my mouthful of solid cock, I focus solely on keeping myself from retching. I close my eyes and inhale through my nose. What is wrong with me? If pregnancy brings aversions and mine is a sudden intolerance of Jesse’s manhood in my mouth, then I never want to be pregnant again.
I relax a little when he withdraws and quickly drop him from my mouth before crawling up his body and wrapping my legs around him. I need to play this perfectly, especially judging by the incredulous look on his handsome face. He doesn’t like me halting things. That’s his call. I lean in and bite his lip. ‘I want you inside me.’
‘I was quite happy where I was.’ he splutters in disbelief. It makes me laugh. ‘I’m glad you find it funny, Ava.’
‘I don’t, I’m sorry.’ Pushing my lips to his, I wave the need card. It’s my only option. ‘I need you inside me now.’
He pulls back and narrows his eyes. It worries me. But then he knocks me out with his smile, reserved only for me. ‘You’ll never have to ask me twice, baby.’ He lowers me to the bed and comes down with me. ‘Get rid of the towel.’
I yank the bath sheet from around his neck and fling it across the room.
‘Put your hands in my hair.’ he orders. I comply immediately, lacing my fingers though his mass of wet, dirty blonde. ‘Pull it.’ He leans down and licks my lips as I tug at his hair on a moan. ‘Kiss me hard, Ava.’ His stern tone just spikes my need further. I tackle his mouth with desperation and conviction. ‘Stop.’ he orders, and I do, even though I really don’t want to. ‘Kiss me softly.’ he whispers, and I sigh, gently sweeping my tongue through his mouth, so very lazily. It’s heaven. ‘Enough.’ he says harshly, and again I stop. He pulls back and drops a loving kiss on my lips. ‘Why can’t you do everything I ask that quickly?’
I grin and pull him in closer, re-claiming his mouth. ‘Because your power hungry persona is rubbing off on your wife.’
He laughs and rolls over so I’m astride his hips. ‘Take the power, baby.’
‘Okay.’ I agree quickly, lifting myself from his groin. He reaches down, and I slap his hand away. ‘Excuse me.’
‘Oh, sorry.’ He grins sheepishly. ‘Don’t fuck about, though, will you?’
‘You’re forgetting, God,’ I grab his erection and guide him to me. ‘You’ve just relinquished the power.’ I lower gently, his grin soon disappearing, being replaced with thorough appreciation.
He moans and grabs the tops of my legs. ‘I might give you the power more often.’
I lift and slowly sink back down, running my hands all over his chest. ‘You like?’
‘Oh, I love.’ He looks up at me and starts smoothing his hands over the tops of my thighs.
‘You’re so handsome.’ I lift and lower gently again on a sigh.
‘I know.’ he says simply.
‘You’re arrogant.’
‘I know. Up you go.’
I raise my eyebrows. ‘Who has the power?’
‘You do, but you won’t for long if you abuse it. Up.’ He’s restraining a smile, and I scowl, but lift myself anyway. ‘Good girl.’ he pants. ‘Faster.’
Sinking back down, I grind gently. ‘But I like it like this.’
‘Faster, Ava.’
‘No. I have the power.’ I work my way back up, but don’t get the chance to tease my way down. I’m flipped onto my back and pinned down.
‘You lost your chance, lady.’ He drives straight in with purpose. ‘I’m taking the power back.’
Bang!
I yell, my legs falling open.
Bang!
‘Fuck!’ I scream as he hits my womb.
‘Mouth!’
Bang!
‘Jesse!’
‘You pushed your luck, baby.’ he grunts, flexing his grip of my wrists and hitting me over and over and over. My eyes close. ‘Eyes!’ I rip them open on a shocked yelp. ‘Better.’ Sweat is pouring down his face, dripping onto my cheeks. I need to hold onto him, scratch him and bite him, but I’m completely powerless, just as he likes me.
‘Let me hold you.’ I cry, pulling at his grip as he thunders on.
‘Who has the power?’
‘You do, you fucking control freak!’
‘Watch,’ Bang! ‘your,’ Bang! ‘mouth!’
I scream.
‘Fuck! he yells. ‘Come for me, Ava!’
I can’t. I’m trying to focus on the climax that’s lingering somewhere deep, but every time I think I’ve captured it, he hits me again with those punishing hips and knocks it back. My eyes close and I can do nothing more than accept the assault my body is under.
‘Jesus, Ava. I’m going to come!’
And with that he shouts, grinds and collapses on top of me, releasing my hands from his fierce grip. His breathing is chaotic, his body twitching and his skin wet. I’m all of those things, too, minus one satisfying climax.
‘You didn’t come.’ he pants into my neck. I can’t talk, so I hum and shake my head, my arms flopped limply at the side of my head. ‘Baby, I’m sorry.’
