Because You Are Mine (Because You Are Mine #1)(48)
Author: Beth Kery

He regarded her soberly for a moment, her nipples pinching tight when his gaze lingered on her breasts. “I happen to be very demanding when it comes to fellatio.”

“Oh,” she said, unable to think of anything else to say. He’d said it almost apologetically.

“I’ve never taught a woman to do this. I suspect I’ll be a failure at easing you into this particular activity, but I want you to know that I put considerable thought into it.”

“What do you mean?” She grew increasingly confused by the moment. Were they even talking about the same thing? He’d said fellatio, so she thought so, but still . . .

“It’s a bit of a conundrum. I can’t change my demanding nature, and I doubt I could if I tried my hardest in this case, as attracted to you as I am.”

She felt her cheeks heat. Sometimes, Ian could say the nicest things and not even seem aware how his casual statements affected her.

“On the other hand, I understand that how a woman is introduced to giving oral sex has a major impact on whether or not she’ll enjoy it in the long term, so I had to really consider.”

“I see,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. She hadn’t really thought about the mechanics before, but Ian’s cock was . . . formidable. She met his stare and saw that he’d been studying her face.

“I’m confusing you,” he said, sighing. “As I said, I don’t want to make you dread this. Especially since I’ve been fantasizing about your taking me into your mouth since I first laid eyes on you. I’ll want it frequently, Francesca, and I would prefer if we found it mutually satisfying.”

She blushed uncontrollably. The cream began to tickle and burn her clit.

“Okay,” she said. He touched her cheek.

“Kneel,” he stated simply.

He supported her at the shoulders while she went to her knees, since her wrists were restrained behind her back. She looked up and swallowed thickly. Her face was directly in front of Ian’s crotch. She watched, spellbound, as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing a snow white pair of boxer briefs. He reached down into the left pant leg of the brief and extracted the shaft of his penis. He lowered his pants and the briefs, but didn’t remove them, leaving them gathered beneath his testicles. Suddenly she was just inches away from his exposed cock and shaved balls. He was hard—not iron hard like she’d seen him in the past but aroused nonetheless. He was beautiful. She licked her lower lip nervously as she studied the tapered, fat head. The thickest portion of it at the base had the circumference of a small plum. Had his cock really been inside her body? How in the world would she take it into her throat?

“You even have to be dressed for this?” she asked, looking up at him, her eyes wide. A shiver went through her at the sight of him standing there, so tall and commanding, his cock poking from the trousers. It was an intimidating sight . . . an intensely erotic one.

“Yes. Are you ready to begin?”

He palmed the thick shaft and moved his hand along it while she watched.

“Yes.”

He released the shaft of his penis, the weight of it causing it to fall down at an angle. Her lips tingled in anticipation.

“Oh!” She jumped.

He’d turned on the vibrator. It buzzed energetically against her labia and clit. She looked up at him, stunned by the rush of intense pleasure. He studied her face closely. She felt a flush of warmth go over her chest, lips, and cheeks. It felt sinfully good. He grunted in satisfaction and stood before her again. He took his cock into his hand.

“I will teach you to use your hand with your mouth on another occasion. Today you will grow familiar with having me in your mouth,” he said. She went still when he stepped nearer and brushed her lips with the tip of his cock. She parted. “Stay still,” he ordered tautly. She remained immobile while he outlined her lips, the fleshy tip of his cock feeling smooth and warm against the quivering flesh. His scent entered her flared nostrils . . . musk and man. Her vagina clenched tight and she moaned softly. The stalk grew firmer and the head felt tauter against her lips. Unable to stop herself, she touched the tip of her tongue to the succulent flesh.

“Francesca,” he warned, pausing in his circling motions.

She looked up at him anxiously. He frowned.

“I forgot the damn blindfold again,” she thought she heard him mumble under his breath. “Spread your lips wide.”

She opened as far as she could. He inserted the tip of his cock into her mouth. “Use your lips to cover your teeth,” she heard him say through the bang of her heartbeat against her eardrums. “Make them into a stiff ridge. The harder you can squeeze, the greater pleasure you will give me.” She clamped him as hard as she could when she heard that. He grunted. “Good. Now bathe the head with your tongue,” he said from above her.

She eagerly did what he said, becoming even more excited as she watched him move his hand up and down the shaft. Was there anything more erotic in the world than seeing Ian touch himself?

“That’s right. Learn my shape. Press hard.” She followed his instructions eagerly. “Yes. There,” he said, his voice sounding a little rough when she charted the thick rim beneath the head and pushed against the tiny slit. She was rewarded with a few drops of pre-ejaculate. His taste spread on her tongue, unique . . . addictive. She pressed more forcefully. He growled softly and pushed another inch of his cock into her mouth. He opened his hand at the back of her head, holding her steady. He retracted and flexed his hips, sawing his cock just an inch or two back and forth, again and again.

“Now suck,” he said tautly.

She squeezed him with her rigid lips and applied a firm suction.

“Ah, yeah. That’s a good little student,” he said raggedly from above her as he continued to thrust between her lips.

The vibrator was killing her. She couldn’t escape from the persistent buzz on her sizzling clit. Like yesterday, she felt her nipples and the soles of her feet begin to burn as well. Her lips, too, felt overly sensitive, stretched as they were around the thick stalk of Ian’s cock. They were starting to hurt from maintaining a constant viselike pressure around his thrusting penis. Still, she wanted more. She needed it.

She ducked her head forward, feeling him slide along her tongue, filling her mouth. He grunted and clutched at the hair on the back of her head, halting her.

“If you are impulsive like that again, we’ll stop.”