didn’t have time to find a rope and tie her up, but I needed her at my mercy any way I could get her. I planted my palms on the inside of her thighs and spread her wide open. Brushing my nose along the lace covering her pussy, I breathed in deeply. “This is my favorite scent in the entire world. And you know the best part?”
My eyes drifted up to find her watching me, her neck craned as she bit her lower lip with expectation. There was an almost imperceptible shake of her head.
“It tastes even better,” I growled. Shoving the lace to the side, I buried my mouth in her pussy, parting her roughly with my tongue so that I could sweep its tip along the slick heat of her seam. When I reached the swollen knot of her clit, I kissed it softly before tugging it between my teeth.
“Oh my God!” Belle cried.
I pulled back ever so slightly, still close enough that my breath tickled across the engorged flesh. “That’s not my name, beautiful.”
"Oh my sir!” She moaned, her hips bucking closer to me.
I shifted on to my heels, hooking my arms around her thighs and yanking her pussy to my face. My hands splayed across her stomach pinning her to the edge of the bed as I devoured her. She’d been ready for me. She always was, and seconds later, she unspooled over my tongue, her thighs clamping against the sides of my face. But I didn’t stop. I sucked harder, took more, needing to prove that I could push her over the edge as many times as I wanted—as many times as she could take.
Her body writhed against the point where I held her captive to the bed, but I continued the onslaught. She wanted me to be a man. This is what a man did. The only thing he took from a woman was the pride of giving her pleasure. He took her, but only to see the beauty of her unraveling. A real man knew the size of his cock didn’t matter nearly as much as what he could do with it—and right now, I was only working with my mouth.
“Please,” she panted, but I still didn’t stop. “Please, sir, fuck me”
I kept going, enjoying how she begged, knowing she was torn between this pleasure and the other kinds I might give her. I waited until her pleas were nothing more than inaudible moans and groans of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional sir or the even rarer please. I knew what she wanted, but I could give her more than that. When nothing coming from her made sense anymore, I pushed her onto the bed, her feet still dangling off the edge and stood. Unbuttoning my trousers, I let them fall to my ankles. Stepping forward, I pinned her pants to the floor before reaching down to hoist her thighs around my waist. They popped off at her ankles, leaving her bare save for the scrap of lace still shoved to the side of her pussy. I didn’t bother with it. Instead, I lined my dick up until its head was poised at her warm entrance. Belle had dissolved into something primitive, mewling and thrashing with her eyes still closed tightly and her fingers gripping fisting into her sweater.
“Is this what you need, beautiful?" I nudged forward, her soft folds parting around my wide crest. She groaned, desperately circling her hips. “I didn’t understand you.”
She whimpered, following it with a soft please.
“What?” I repeated, growing painfully aware of the blood rushing to my dick with each second I stayed there, so close to being inside her.
I could see the effort it took her to form the words. As they found their way to her lips, she peeked at me from beneath her long, black lashes. “Please, sir.”
Fuck. She could have all of me. I plunged into her and she vaulted off the bed from the impact, an unearthly cry rending the air around us. She was so wet, so ready. “You feel fucking amazing, beautiful. I loved feeling you come on my tongue, but now I need to see you come on my cock. You want it, don’t you?”
“Please, give it to me. Please, give it to me…sir,” she added breathlessly.
“Take it from me,” I grunted. “Let your pussy take what’s yours.”
Belle splintered at my words, and I felt her contracting over my shaft, urging my climax from me over and over until