Wrong
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"These are cute." He's rubbing his hand over my underwear. I'm wearing a pair of plain black cotton panties. "Not as cute as your ass though." He slaps me hard before pulling the panties down to mid-thigh.
Not gonna lie, that felt nice. He smooths his hand over my ass in circular strokes. "Don't antagonize me, Sophie." His hand comes down against my skin in a crack. I jump a little, but I enjoy it.
"Okay," I sigh. "I'll try not to." I grin at him over my shoulder. "But this is kinda nice, so maybe I'll antagonize just a little?"
Luke groans and slaps my behind hard three times. That stings. He goes back to smoothing his palm in circles, taking away the burn.
"You’re a little handful, aren't you, Sophie?" he asks as he delivers another smack.
"I'm really not," I disagree. "I'm a very good girl, normally." I shift on his lap, grinding my clit against his thigh.
He spanks me again and again before sliding his fingers into me from behind. "You enjoyed that too much." He's dragging his fingers in and out as he speaks.
"I'm sorry," I apologize, still hanging upside down.
He laughs and smacks my ass again. "Get up."
I stand and finish removing my undies—they've been mid-thigh this entire time. He's watching me and unbuttoning his pants, his meaning clear. His loosened tie still hanging from his neck catches my attention. I reach forward and slip it over his head. "Can I tie you?" I'm really excited about this idea.
He looks at me skeptically as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. He stands and drops his pants and I swear saliva pools in my mouth looking at him. "Sure." He shrugs. "What'd you have in mind?"
I grin and indicate he should lie on the bed and then tie his hands to the headboard. "You know," I drawl, "I've never done this before." I bat my eyelashes at him from between his legs. "I think it will help my confidence with you restrained." He laughs, playing along.
I sit back on my heels between his thighs and place a fingertip coyly on my lip. I grasp him with the other hand, sliding my hand up and down the length of him. "You want me to put this in my mouth?" I'm all wide-eyed innocence.
He's propped up on some pillows, his wrists attached to the headboard with his tie. A big grin crosses his face. I like seeing him happy. Most of our encounters have been fraught with tension. This is different, nice.
"I do want that, Sophie." He groans when I add a second hand, cupping his balls gently. "I want that very much." His voice has already grown husky.
I massage his sack with my hand while stroking the length with the other. "I don't know." I bite my lip. "I've never done anything like this before." I twist my wrist as I stroke upwards. "I'm not sure I know what to do."
Luke blows out a breath. "Wrap your impertinent little lips around my cock. I'm pretty sure you can figure out the rest."
"Okay, I'll try." I lean forward, leaving one hand on his cock and resting my weight on the other. I lick the base of his penis before sucking on his balls and rubbing my thumb back and forth on the underside of his cock.
"Jesus, Sophie."
Pre-come oozes from the tip so I slide my hand up and catch it with my thumb, massaging the moisture in circles across his skin. I move my mouth to the base of his cock where my thumb was and repeat stroking the underside with my tongue.
I tighten the grip of my fingers around the head just slightly and continue rubbing my thumb across the tip as I lick up the length of him until I reach my hand.
I look up at Luke. His face is strained, his breathing fast. I make eye contact with him as I drag the hand circling the tip of him down his shaft in a slow, firm stroke. Then finally I take him into my mouth.
"Christ, Sophie." He groans and closes his eyes but immediately opens them again to watch. I love this. I can feel my own wetness leaking, I'm so turned on doing this to him. I bob down the length of him and sneak a hand to my clit, rubbing myself. This is such a power trip. Beside me his legs tense and above me he's giving a running commentary on my filthy little tongue and wicked little fingers.
It feels good to be in charge of him, just momentarily. He's bigger, older and stronger, but right now, I'm in control. It feels empowering.
I slide a finger inside of myself. I think I could get off doing this but I've got something else in mind right now. I rest my weight on my knees so I can use both hands, then increase my efforts stroking his cock below the amount I can take in my mouth.
He's close. I know he's close. Mainly because he says, "Sophie, I'm going to come in your mouth if you don't stop." As if I'd stop.
I've never swallowed before but I want to now. I want him in my mouth when he explodes. I want to swallow down everything he can give me. He's very supportive once he realizes I'm not stopping. "Sophie, you filthy bitch, I'm going to come so hard down your throat."
When I think he can't hold out any longer I take my finger, slick with my own wetness, and slide it into his ass.
He comes.
A lot.
"You hussy, Sophie." He winds his hands in my hair as I swallow and then flips us over so he's on top.
"Hey, I tied you!" I object from under a wall of muscle.
"With a bow tie, Sophie." He holds my face between his hands and kisses me until I’m short on oxygen. "You're so sweet. What the hell am I going to do with you?" He pauses then, searching my eyes like this is an actual question, so I answer.
"Keep me."
He doesn't respond. Instead, reaching for a condom, he flips my legs up so I'm damn near bent in half and slides into me.
I squirm a little. This is still so new to me and he's so damn big. "How are you even ready to go again?" I question.
"My dick is in a permanent state of ready when you're in the room," he responds, while still sliding into me.
"That must have been awkward for you with me spread out on your exam table." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss whatever skin I can reach.
"You have no idea."
I laugh. "I think I do."
"By the way"—he moves my right leg to his shoulder and sinks back into me—"I can't be your doctor anymore."
"Hmmm, okay." God, he feels so good. How in the hell did I wait this long to have sex? "We can still play doctor though, right? I'm into it."
Not gonna lie, that felt nice. He smooths his hand over my ass in circular strokes. "Don't antagonize me, Sophie." His hand comes down against my skin in a crack. I jump a little, but I enjoy it.
"Okay," I sigh. "I'll try not to." I grin at him over my shoulder. "But this is kinda nice, so maybe I'll antagonize just a little?"
Luke groans and slaps my behind hard three times. That stings. He goes back to smoothing his palm in circles, taking away the burn.
"You’re a little handful, aren't you, Sophie?" he asks as he delivers another smack.
"I'm really not," I disagree. "I'm a very good girl, normally." I shift on his lap, grinding my clit against his thigh.
He spanks me again and again before sliding his fingers into me from behind. "You enjoyed that too much." He's dragging his fingers in and out as he speaks.
"I'm sorry," I apologize, still hanging upside down.
He laughs and smacks my ass again. "Get up."
I stand and finish removing my undies—they've been mid-thigh this entire time. He's watching me and unbuttoning his pants, his meaning clear. His loosened tie still hanging from his neck catches my attention. I reach forward and slip it over his head. "Can I tie you?" I'm really excited about this idea.
He looks at me skeptically as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. He stands and drops his pants and I swear saliva pools in my mouth looking at him. "Sure." He shrugs. "What'd you have in mind?"
I grin and indicate he should lie on the bed and then tie his hands to the headboard. "You know," I drawl, "I've never done this before." I bat my eyelashes at him from between his legs. "I think it will help my confidence with you restrained." He laughs, playing along.
I sit back on my heels between his thighs and place a fingertip coyly on my lip. I grasp him with the other hand, sliding my hand up and down the length of him. "You want me to put this in my mouth?" I'm all wide-eyed innocence.
He's propped up on some pillows, his wrists attached to the headboard with his tie. A big grin crosses his face. I like seeing him happy. Most of our encounters have been fraught with tension. This is different, nice.
"I do want that, Sophie." He groans when I add a second hand, cupping his balls gently. "I want that very much." His voice has already grown husky.
I massage his sack with my hand while stroking the length with the other. "I don't know." I bite my lip. "I've never done anything like this before." I twist my wrist as I stroke upwards. "I'm not sure I know what to do."
Luke blows out a breath. "Wrap your impertinent little lips around my cock. I'm pretty sure you can figure out the rest."
"Okay, I'll try." I lean forward, leaving one hand on his cock and resting my weight on the other. I lick the base of his penis before sucking on his balls and rubbing my thumb back and forth on the underside of his cock.
"Jesus, Sophie."
Pre-come oozes from the tip so I slide my hand up and catch it with my thumb, massaging the moisture in circles across his skin. I move my mouth to the base of his cock where my thumb was and repeat stroking the underside with my tongue.
I tighten the grip of my fingers around the head just slightly and continue rubbing my thumb across the tip as I lick up the length of him until I reach my hand.
I look up at Luke. His face is strained, his breathing fast. I make eye contact with him as I drag the hand circling the tip of him down his shaft in a slow, firm stroke. Then finally I take him into my mouth.
"Christ, Sophie." He groans and closes his eyes but immediately opens them again to watch. I love this. I can feel my own wetness leaking, I'm so turned on doing this to him. I bob down the length of him and sneak a hand to my clit, rubbing myself. This is such a power trip. Beside me his legs tense and above me he's giving a running commentary on my filthy little tongue and wicked little fingers.
It feels good to be in charge of him, just momentarily. He's bigger, older and stronger, but right now, I'm in control. It feels empowering.
I slide a finger inside of myself. I think I could get off doing this but I've got something else in mind right now. I rest my weight on my knees so I can use both hands, then increase my efforts stroking his cock below the amount I can take in my mouth.
He's close. I know he's close. Mainly because he says, "Sophie, I'm going to come in your mouth if you don't stop." As if I'd stop.
I've never swallowed before but I want to now. I want him in my mouth when he explodes. I want to swallow down everything he can give me. He's very supportive once he realizes I'm not stopping. "Sophie, you filthy bitch, I'm going to come so hard down your throat."
When I think he can't hold out any longer I take my finger, slick with my own wetness, and slide it into his ass.
He comes.
A lot.
"You hussy, Sophie." He winds his hands in my hair as I swallow and then flips us over so he's on top.
"Hey, I tied you!" I object from under a wall of muscle.
"With a bow tie, Sophie." He holds my face between his hands and kisses me until I’m short on oxygen. "You're so sweet. What the hell am I going to do with you?" He pauses then, searching my eyes like this is an actual question, so I answer.
"Keep me."
He doesn't respond. Instead, reaching for a condom, he flips my legs up so I'm damn near bent in half and slides into me.
I squirm a little. This is still so new to me and he's so damn big. "How are you even ready to go again?" I question.
"My dick is in a permanent state of ready when you're in the room," he responds, while still sliding into me.
"That must have been awkward for you with me spread out on your exam table." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss whatever skin I can reach.
"You have no idea."
I laugh. "I think I do."
"By the way"—he moves my right leg to his shoulder and sinks back into me—"I can't be your doctor anymore."
"Hmmm, okay." God, he feels so good. How in the hell did I wait this long to have sex? "We can still play doctor though, right? I'm into it."
