Commissioning His Virgin by Jamie Knight (read the beginning after the end novel TXT) 📗

love button, slid his fingertips between the inner lips of my pussy, getting a feeling of how hot and wet I was down there.

“Oh my God, Elijah.” The words seemed to have escaped my mouth without my consent.

He kissed my belly button with his left hand on my nape. He reached down using his right hand until he could touch my warm, soaking wet pussy. I could feel his wrist brush against my mound while he rubbed my clit with his fingers.

“Oh, God…” I moaned silently, thrusting my pelvis upwards in a futile attempt to break free from the intense feeling. Only to unconsciously tilt it downwards again, meeting his hungry fingers. My whole body was on fire, burning with desires I had never experienced or thought existed before. He knew what he was doing. I seemed to match his every move with what he expected of me, my body. Elijah was in control of my burning body. Damn!

“I’m going to tie your hands, Gina,” he said in finality as he took hold of the ropes that supported the canvas.

Elijah firmly tied my wrists together, fastened the knots around them tightly before bundling both wrists. The mere fact that he was doing all this was a turn-on for me. I loved every bit of his commanding nature, his manly confidence. All this while I was biting my lower lip so hard and staring into his purposeful eyes.

Hands behind my head, my hardened nipples were pushing up to the sky, begging for his soft lips to nuzzle on them. I laid naked on top of the canvas, hands tied together, helpless, at his mercy.

Elijah kissed me urgently, clutching my thighs in his hands, pressing into me with his hard, steely body. I could feel his manhood pressing against my stomach as he breathed heavily on my neck. Every bit of this man was hard and strong. I felt overly safe in his grip.

I was carried away, groaning with desire, when he suddenly buried his face into my womanhood, taking my lower lips in his mouth. Everything around me felt numb. He thrust forward, covering his tongue with my swollen lower lips. He stroked his tongue up and down my slit, pausing only to look at my face to see if I liked what he was doing to me.

Holly shit! I was on cloud nine. I had never experienced such a sensation in my life before. I grew wetter with each passing moment. Were it not for the ropes holding my hands captive, I would have grabbed and hugged him tightly. Maybe that’s what he anticipated. That’s why he got rid of my hands. Damn!

I couldn’t tell how long Elijah spent licking my pussy. His tongue wandered inside of me as his hands pushed open my legs. I moaned in pleasure, but I did not want it to stop. All I remember is pleading with him to fuck me in a voice that I did not recognize as my own.

Chapter Eight - Gina

Panting, she raised her face and met my gaze. Gina then shut her eyes in pleasure, moaning as my tongue toyed with her swollen clit. Her juices dripped all around my lips. I could tell her body was on fire.

She stretched her left arm up, her graceful left arm, lacing her fingers against my head, encouraging me to explore her deeper. I stole a quick glance at her beautiful face. She looked back at me with those big blue eyes. I saw a combination of nervousness and arousal.

Man, oh man, I was already so hooked on her. I took a big breath in between her legs. A series of images from the moment I saw Gina played in my mind. I let the images sink in. I replayed the beautiful details of her petite body, a body she had shared with nobody else but me, her luscious sexy body. I marveled at the way her long hair fell tenderly on her back, covering a large part of her shoulders, cascaded down her sides. It only stopped because her marvelous heart-shaped butt stood on the way. She didn’t have such a big butt, just enough to immaculately fit her wide hips. Her toned legs converged at that special place where my head was buried in. The images were enticingly arousing, playing vividly, freely in my mind. Her aura enveloped my heart. I felt something I had never thought possible before. I was falling in love with Gina Blake.

I could feel her pussy walls contracting against my tongue. I knew she was about to climax. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, licking, gulping all the juices that oozed from her. I voraciously ate her pussy, grabbing her butt tightly in my hands, using my strength to pull her to me. She welcomed the pull and unconsciously began rising her waist, pushing against my mouth. Gina was panting, moaning loudly, gradually picking up the pace of her waist rising, pushing against my mouth.

I reached forward with my right hand, firmly cupped her left breast while still savoring her innocent juices. She let out a loud moan, widened her eyes in pleasure. Her lips parted before her whole body started shaking. I tightened my grip on her, hastened the pace of my tongue on her clit. Her breathing became heavier. Her waist remained raised upwards, pushing against my mouth as a stream of hot juices met my hungry lips.

Her body begun relaxing. I loosened my grip on her, moved across her body, supporting my weight against the canvas. Kissing her tender lips, I tucked away hair that had found its way on her face.

She warmly welcomed my kiss, panting, but then for a second, I realized something felt out of sync. This kiss felt different. She kissed me tenderly, perhaps more tenderly than I was. I eased my pace; it was then that I felt Gina melting underneath my body. I was caught unaware. Somehow, her tenderness got me by