Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,28
his groin.
And this is where I hesitate, because it’s all foreign to me. Touching a man, especially an experienced, powerful man, is not something familiar to me.
My voice is a faint whisper. A plea. “Tell me what to do, sir.”
We’re alone, everyone having left already or back inside the house, but the idea that anyone could peer outside at any moment is a thrilling thought. And based on the atmosphere of the club last night, being watched in front of voyeurs is something Faron enjoys, his proclivity for sexual activities in the open part of his make-up.
He groans, his voice rough and gravely. “I won’t be easy on you. I’m going to fuck your mouth hard because you’re a dirty little girl. Now take my cock out.”
A thrill lights up my spine, tingling with anticipation and yearning. I make quick work of his zipper, undoing the button between my fingers, flipping open the tabs of his pants. The bulge looms large, my mouth salivating to unwrap him in his entirety. To see what awaits me underneath his briefs.
I run my tongue over my lips to moisten them, peeling down the briefs for him to lift his hips as I slowly uncover his cock. My breath hitches as I stare at his length, the way it points proudly upwards toward the sky, begging to be touched.
Faron scoots forward in his seat, legs spread wide allowing me room to square my shoulders and lean in. Breathless with anticipation.
“Open.” His fingers wrap around his cock, guiding it to my mouth, which I open for him as I get my first taste of him.
The mushroom tip slides past my lips. Tangy, salty flavor with a hint of masculine musk covers my tongue. I curl my lips around him and suction my mouth, as he surges into the back of my throat.
The tip hits me so forcefully that I gag, my eyes stinging with tears, coughing and trying to catch a breath. My eyes flick to Faron’s face looking down on me with an expression of excruciating pleasure. His brows tighten with an edge of restraint.
“That’s right, dirty girl. Choke on me. Feel me claiming that pretty mouth of yours. Take me in so deep you’ll feel it in your pussy.”
His dirty words flood my panties with moisture, my thighs clenching together to ward off the building ache. I slip a hand between my legs with the intent of rubbing my clit to ease the burn, but Faron grabs it with lightning fast speed, capturing it roughly behind my back.
“No touching what’s mine to touch. Keep your hands behind your back.”
His cock slips from my mouth on a protest, my butt falling back onto my heels.
“But…”
Faron leans forward, bending his head so his face is an inch from mine. “You asked what you could do for me, did you not?”
There’s no need for me to respond since we both know I said that. The scent of his spicy aftershave is an aphrodisiac like no other, sweetening the abrasive words he utters.
“You will submit to me and do as I say. If you don’t, I will punish you. If I’m pleased, then you will be rewarded in return. What will it be, little girl? Do you want to be rewarded?”
I’ve never wanted anything more. I want to submit to Faron in whatever manner he wishes. I will offer him everything, like a sacrifice, to be his. To be claimed and used and ruined.
Because that’s the only outcome. There’s no turning back now. I’m a passenger on this train and he’s my conductor.
I shift back onto my knees, locking my wrists behind me, and present my open mouth to him once again.
“Good girl.”
Chapter 15
As a teen girl in Jersey, I never had female friends, nor did I have a mother, which left me very lacking in those all-important heart-to-heart chats about boys, sex and the realities of sexual acts.
Like, for example, how to properly give a blow job.
Perhaps if I’d ever had an opportunity for those private discussions, I would have been more prepared with what to expect when a man comes in a girl’s mouth.
As it was, I didn’t know.
Once I return to my kneeling position, Faron shoves me full once again as I begin sucking and licking in earnest. Faron’s thrusts become faster, wilder and less controlled. I’m overwhelmed with pride knowing that I’m the reason he’s losing his carefully managed grip on his restraint.
With one hand holding his cock as he strokes himself in