A Game Of Temptation

He jerked up from the bed when I took him into my mouth, and I pushed him back down, pressing my palm flat against his stomach. It quivered under my hand, a testament to the fact that he loved what I was doing to him. That his grip on control was slipping fast and right through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it, but watch as I wrecked him.

Letting him out of my mouth, I dragged my tongue along the side of him, tonguing those thick, prominent veins that ran down his length.

“Fuck,” he breathed as his head fell back on the bed.

I dragged the hand on his stomach slowly downward, scratching him lightly with my nails and moaning when he shivered. Cupping his sac in my palm, I massaged them, squeezing lightly then releasing as I worked his cock. I bobbed my head up and down on him in quick successions, then slipped him out until it was remaining just the tip, before I tightened my lips around him and sucked.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

My name was a steady cry on his lips at this point, and sucking him off was making me wet. If I could, I would touch myself and try to relieve myself of this ache, but as it was, my hands were full and my main focus was making Alex come.

Maybe it was crazy that I so desperately wanted him to come, but I wanted it. I wanted it badly. The desire stemmed from the mere fact that Alex was a man that was always in control and the need to rip it right out of his hands was great. Watching him let go would probably be one of the highlights of my time here and I wanted it-desperately.

“Laura…” My hand slid to the base of him just then and I started stroking him with him still in my mouth, and whatever he’d been about to say died on his lips. “Fuck.”

Letting go of his balls, I pushed my hair out of my face and lifted my head to look at him. He was watching me, eyes hooded, face flushed with his lust, and mouth wide open. He looked so fucking beautiful with his desire stark on his face like that, my thighs squeezed together and I felt more wetness pool at my core.

I was not even joking right now, it ran down the inside of my thigh. That was how horny I was.

And just from blowing him.

I was drunk on the power he gave me. The feminine power that came with having a man in your bed, completely lost to the pleasure that you were giving him to the point that he would do anything at that moment just to make sure that you put him out of his misery.

The fact that Alex was a mountain of a man-one that usually clung so tightly to his control-only made me hotter.

“Squeeze me,” he told me in a silky voice, dark like smoke and just as weightless. “Tighten your fingers around me-Yes just like that.” His voice was ragged and they caught on the words as I fluttered my tongue just under the huge cap of his cock, now purple with his building arousal. “God, you suck me off so good.”

Without warning, his fingers slid into my hair and tightened at the root of the tresses, then he started lifting his hips off the bed as he fucked my mouth. He was gentle, his thighs and abdomen bunched with tension.

If his gentle thrusts hasn’t been enough to let me know that he was holding back, his other hand fisting the sheets did. The veins on that hand stood out, the white sheets clutched tightly between his fingers as though if he let them go, then he would completely lose control and that was what I wanted.

Lightly, very lightly in order not to hurt him, I scraped my teeth along the length of him and his response was immediate. Goosebumps broke out across his skin and he gave one quick thrust of abandon into my mouth, groaning loudly, followed quickly by another one that had him hitting the back of my throat before he seemed to remember what he was doing then he forced himself to stop.

He lifted me off him and I damn near moaned with loss as his erection slipped out of my mouth, still connected with a strand of saliva. Our eyes dropped to it at the same time, and I watched a full body shiver move through him. My pussy clenched around air.

“Fuck, Laura. I’m so sorry.”

Enthralled-and maybe even addicted-at the sight of his cock, huge and glistening with my saliva, I licked my lips. “No. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

He sucked in a surprised breath. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

The words were airy. Light and low, and I wasn’t sure whether it was me that didn’t hearing him clearly or whether it was him that could barely formulate words. My attention was divided as I watched his cock smack against his flat stomach. I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d managed to fit him into my mouth, let alone get him to the back of my throat.

And it was crazy because I was going to do it again.

Wrapping my fingers around him, I threw him a look. “You won’t.”

This time when I took him into my mouth, Alex didn’t hold back.

He fucked my mouth with so much abandon that I gagged. Honestly, I was surprised he had it in him, and the whole experience might have felt completely alien had it not been for the praises he kept showering on me. He called me beautiful and precious and a miracle and how he couldn’t believe that I was real. How I had to be one of the wonders of the world.

I would never admit this out loud, but those words-words that I usually wouldn’t want to hear and would very much rather be called a whore than receive praises like that-made me wetter and I considered bringing my hips to the bed just so that I could grind against it and relieve the ache I felt.

“You’re going to make me come,” Alex informed me as he swelled inside my mouth, growing so big that my jaws began to hurt. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Suddenly, he yanked my mouth off him and I was so bloody confused by the turn of events that it took me a minute to realise that he had lifted me and I was now straddling his narrow hips, his cock hard and purple and angry, positioned at my entrance.

I stared up at him in confusion.

“When I come, I want to be inside you.” The words were a harsh admission, the low light in the room casting his face in shadows, making him appear even bigger, more gorgeous, with his hair sweaty and sticking up in every direction on his head, which meant that he had been running his hands through it.

He looked like a god. A sex god.

Hell, how was it possible for a person to look this good?

All of a sudden, I wanted that. Him, coming inside me. I suddenly wanted it more than anything else in the world at that moment.

Rising up to my knees, I aligned him at my entrance, then I slid down.

I didn’t know what I had been expecting-maybe that I was going to just slide right down because I’d had him inside me before-but this slight feeling of discomfort wasn’t it. I felt too full, the veins of him rubbing against my walls and I could feel his pulse inside me. He was familiar, but he was also huge and no matter how wet or ready I was, it was still going to take work to get him fully inside me-and he knew it too.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, eyes squeezed shut in painful pleasure. I grew wetter, taking more of him inside me, but he stopped me with his hand on my hip, eyes flying open. “Wait, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t formulate words. Something was happening to me.

He felt perfect. Right. Full. Amazing. Everything. I’d never felt anything like it before and it knocked me off balance for a bit.

Why did he feel like that?

His thumb playing with my clit pulled me out of my thoughts and, God, this thoughtful man. I forgot all about the pinch of discomfort and all I could think about was the pleasure of having him inside me again after such a long time. I began rocking on top of him, slowly at first, then faster.

“God, Laura,” he drawled out raggedly. “Look at you taking all of me.”

I had?

Looking down, I saw that I had indeed taken all of him. No wonder I felt so full. So full, I was positive that if I pressed down on my stomach, I would feel him there. But there wasn’t an ounce of discomfort anymore-just a familiar fullness that was expected with having a person of his size inside me.

With my knees on either sides of him, I lifted and dropped back down, a loud moan falling from my lips at the sensation of him dragging along my walls. I threw my head back and rode him, eyes squeezed shut.

I’d already been wired since when I was sucking him so it didn’t take long for my orgasm to start building. Alex let me lead for a while, simply content to hold onto my hips and watch me as I moved on him. Then he gripped my hips tighter and started fucking into me from underneath, topping from the bottom and controlling my movements to match his, moving me faster, hitting deeper.

The tip of him brushed against my g-spot at the new angle and every thrust, every small movement, brought with it incredible pleasure. He was doing all the work now and all I could do was stay there suspended above him, playing with my nipples because I needed to do something. Anything. I felt like I was going to go crazy with pleasure.

His movements became more frantic, fucking me harder than he’d been before and on one particular thrust, he slammed deep inside me and held himself there. “Come,” he ordered, green eyes flashing.

Maybe my orgasm was already on the precipice waiting to crash into me, or maybe the order did it. Actually, it must have been both because the second he told me to come, I did.

My orgasm slammed into me like a freight train and I shrieked, the pleasure almost too much for my body to contain. It was by far the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had and by the time the last wave coursed through me, I was weak, my body floating like a rag-doll above his.

I fell on him, my eyes growing heavy with satiation. Tiredness.

That was, until I found myself suddenly flipped around, face down. My head was shoved into the sheets and my hips, lifted. Then I felt him slide inside me, hot, hard, and long and I moaned into the pillow.

He wasn’t done.

At all.