What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [52]
So when she gazed up at him so pretty and open and innocent, he took her face in his hands and said, unsmiling, voice low, “Suck my cock, slave girl.”
It stiffened him almost painfully when sweet Jenna didn’t even hesitate. She simply moved down his body until she reached his already erect shaft, gently closing her hand around it. He sighed, drew in his breath. God, he really wanted this, really wanted to see and feel her mouth on him. “That’s right,” he urged softly. “Suck it.”
And . . . mmm, that’s what she did, sinking her warm mouth over the tip of his cock, then taking him farther, deeper, soon beginning to slide her lips up and down his rigid length.
He watched her, felt the power of her affections moving through him, and . . . fuck. What the hell was he feeling? Something too . . . tender, too soft. He ran his hands through her hair, felt the slow passion inside her as she found a steady rhythm, heard himself whispering, “So good, baby. So good.”
Such sweetness wasn’t what he’d intended when he’d told her to suck him—but something about her pulled at his heart. Even during the harem fantasy, there’d been moments when he’d let himself feel more gentle than he’d intended—and of course, he knew, again, this was exactly why guides never fucked their own guests. But you’re in this now, and you’ll just have to work it out, that’s all.
As she sucked him some more, he remembered again how incredibly hot and beautiful she’d been with the other girls, all of them in their chiffon costumes looking like any man’s dream come true. She was beginning to change, his Little Miss Sunshine, beginning to let go of her old sexual ideas. Even though they had a long road ahead, she was already experiencing things, because of him, that she never would have otherwise. And that made him feel powerful.
So when she looked up, her mouth stretched obscenely around the circumference of his thick shaft but her eyes still remarkably innocent, giving—hell, it pushed him over the edge in a way he hadn’t seen coming. “Oh God, Jenna,” he moaned, then did his best to physically lift her from his cock without being forceful—he didn’t want to come in her mouth; he didn’t think she could take that and it wasn’t important to him.
“What?” she asked, looking worried.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled. “Push your tits together for me.”
Again, without hesitation, she did it.
And he took his throbbing cock in hand and helped himself the last bit of the way there, then groaned his pleasure as his hot semen shot onto her pretty breasts in three intense bursts.
She was breathing hard, looking down at her come-spattered tits as well, and it dawned on him that maybe—probably—no one had ever ejaculated with her like this before and she likely thought it was kinky as hell, like everything else he did with her. Releasing his dick, he cupped her breasts in his palms and said, “They look amazing this way.”
“They do?” All innocence.
He simply nodded. “Hot. Dirty. It turns me on sometimes to come like that.” Then he met her gaze. “And it would turn me on even more to watch you rub it in.”
She sucked in her breath. And he almost thought of rescinding the request—this wasn’t part of the plan, after all, and she surely needed some downtime, some safe time, without his sexual demands.
But he didn’t. Because even if it wasn’t part of the original strategy, this was no time to start letting her make choices or feel less submissive to him—it was too early for that and could cause her to regress.
So he simply looked at her, prodding her with his eyes.
And she slowly reached up and used both hands to gingerly massage his semen into her skin. It practically gave him another hard-on already to see her chest, tits, wet and shiny with his juices. “Sleep with it that way, me on you,” he told her.
Again, she visibly pulled in her breath—but he said no more, growing quickly drowsy again. His eyes fell shut, yet that naughty vision