His Sub by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 32: Terry
Terry stretched. His body weary in the best way. He’d fucked Maggie all night, but he still wanted more. She was soft and warm and so damn giving. He rolled over, leaning up on his elbow. She was curled on her side, facing the wall with the covers pulled up to her chin. That wasn’t going to work. He grabbed the blankets, sliding them down and revealing her lush form.
He shifted closer–hard and ready for another round. He kissed her neck with soft little caresses of his lips and tongue, making his way to her ear. “You awake?” His hand wandered over her waist and up to her breast.
“Hmm,” she moaned.
He shifted so his dick was cradled against her ass. She was so lush. He needed her now but their first night together was a little too soon for him start fucking her before she woke. He kissed her neck, pinching her nipple. “Come on, baby. Wake up.”
“Hmm.” She wiggled against him but she was still asleep.
He lifted her leg, positioning it over his. He reached between them, stroking his dick against her pussy. He groaned at the heat and the slick slide between her folds. “Wake up, Maggie, or my cock’s going to be your alarm clock.” His hand trailed over her abdomen to her pussy. He teased her clit with his fingers as his cock rubbed her folds. Her breathing grew uneven and her pussy was getting wetter. He needed to be inside her. “You awake? Please tell me you want this.” He rocked against her, his dick sliding against her clit.
“Yes…Sir.” She clasped onto his hand.
“Thank god.” He leaned over and grabbed a condom. He put it on and rolled back, pulling her flush against him. “Lift your leg. Knee bent.”
His dick almost exploded when she didn’t even hesitate to obey. With her one leg up and bent at the knee she was wide open for him. He grabbed his cock, relishing the heat from her body as he rested it against her pussy lips but he didn’t push inside. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.” She reached over her hip, grabbing his wrist and trying to guide him inside her.
“What part of me do you want?” He smiled against her ear. His little rabbit was so eager.
“Your cock. Give me your cock, Terry…Sir, please.” Her voice was raspy with need.
“Fuck, yes. Say it again.” But he couldn’t wait. He slid into her and she stiffened. He stopped. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just a little sore.” She turned her head and smiled at him. “I haven’t been this thoroughly used in…well, ever.”
“Not used.” He kissed her nose. “Never used.”
Her smile grew wider.
“But whatever you call it, get used to it.” He began to thrust in long, hard strokes. She started to roll back over. “Look at me while I fuck you.” He needed to see her pleasure, what he did to her.
She turned, watching him as he pumped into her. Her eyes darkened and her lips, still red from their earlier activities, parted as small, breathy moans escaped.
“That’s it. Fuck, Maggie. You feel so good.” He grabbed her leg and lifted it higher, allowing him to slide farther inside. She was so tight and hot. His hips moved faster, the friction driving him toward release.
“Oh…” Her mouth opened and her eyes drifted shut.
“Look at me.”
She opened them, but only halfway.
“You can’t come yet.”
“Please.” She licked her lips.
“No. Not until I say.” He slowed his pace, bringing her back from the edge. The passion cleared from her eyes, banked now, but still simmering. “There you are. Let’s go again.” He wrapped his arm under her knee and opened her wider. She moaned as he pushed into her. “So…fucking…good.” He wasn’t going to last long. He could slow down, but he didn’t want to. He started fucking her faster and faster, the slide and tug making his balls tighten.
“Please…Terry…Sir.”
“What?” He was fighting his own release but he needed her to beg him.
“May I come, Sir. Please.”
“Yes.” He shifted and pumped into her again and again as she moaned. Her body trembled and tightened around him, squeezing him tight and holding him inside. “Fuck,” he groaned against her neck as he came.
