Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (e ink manga reader txt) 📗

 hardness. He forgot the chocolate and cupped  her face in his hands. “Take more of me, vixen.” Not a command, a request. He almost  regretted the tenderness in his voice.

But below him, she closed her eyes and eased her mouth deeper onto him— impossibly deep, he thought, for  an inexperienced girl. But that doesn’t mean she’s sucked another man’s cock before.  He  wasn’t  sure  why,  but  he  just  didn’t believe she had. In ways this  intimate, she truly seemed innocent to him. No, he couldn’t help believing that her slow skill was the result of how deeply aroused she was, and how much she desired  him, even how much she desired pleasing him.

“Yes, Teesia,” he whispered. She moved her mouth only a little  now, she’d taken  him so deep, and it was simply being there,  having her hold him there, so immersed in  her mouth, that spurred his excitement. “You are  lovely, my  naughty bride,” he  breathed, his voice actually coming out shaky. “Lovely with your mouth stretched around me, lovely sucking me with those pretty, swollen lips.”

After what  seemed a long while, she backed  off, releasing him, then let out a  harsh  breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she smiled up at him and said, “Shall I do it some more?”

He returned a slow grin. “Oh yes,  sweet  wanton, suck my cock some more.”

She bit her lip coquettishly. “May I have more chocolate?”

This time, he actually laughed. “As much as you like.”

Reaching up, she generously slathered his  cock with the dark creamy liquid, then vigorously went down. She sucked with  great enthusiasm and even reached up  to fondle his  balls as she worked. He pumped  softly into her accepting mouth, the sensations running through him  as dark and sweet as the chocolate itself—and again, he nearly came when she lifted her blue gaze to him.

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When she seemed to have sucked her fill,  he told her  to clean him off especially well, getting every remnant of  chocolate,  so she used her tongue and lips to great advantage until he deemed his cock clean enough and stood, pulling her to feet as well.

“Walk to one corner of the bed for me,” he  said, and as she went, he felt nearly drunk on her—the sway of her ass and fringy  tail, the enthusiasm with his cock, it was almost too much for him to take.

But no, he  could  take it,  would  take it, because he wasn’t ready to come yet. Not even

close.

“Grab onto the post with both hands and arch your pretty round ass toward me.”

She did so, peeking enticingly over her shoulder at him, then wiggling her bottom  just slightly. It nearly undid him. “Naughty little filly,” he purred in her ear as he  approached from behind to warmly cup her breasts, rub his cock in her horse’s tail.

He reached one hand to  pull back  her long tresses so that he could  kiss her slender, arching neck, then lowered his hands to her hips. “Do you still feel this in your ass?” he whispered, grabbing onto the leather tail to swish it back and forth.

“Ooooh…mmm, yes.” His vixen’s reply came breathy hot.

Using one hand to  push the tail aside, he  used the other to unhook her chain and  position his cock at her pussy— already warm  and wet on his swollen tip. One smooth,  enveloping slide of his shaft and he was in  her. She moaned the same deep pleasure  that assaulted him and he couldn’t help asking, “And do you feel this  in your cunt?” He  thrust short and hard.

“Oh yes, master! Yes!”

Master again. It turned his loins all the warmer and made it impossible to keep  from driving into her, hard, harder. She let  out lovely little cries with each hot plunge,  and his heated groans mingled with them.

“Say my name, my hungry little filly.”

“Ralen! Oh, Ralen!”

He pounded in to her with growing force, unable to control it.

“Oh Ares—yes! Ralen! Fuck me, Ralen! Fuck me!”

He recalled that she’d made that same demand on the night they’d met, and he’d

been unable to oblige her. Now, he wanted to be angry with her for issuing  any demand, but instead,  he only did as she asked—he fucked her, and fucked her, and  fucked her.

She arched into him,  meeting his strokes, her soft tail falling around where he entered her. “Such a naughty girl,” he found  himself breathing in  her ear as  he moved in her warmth. “Such a naughty little vixen. I should give you a spanking.”

“Yes, you should,” she breathed without hesitation.

In rhythm with his next plunge  into her wet  depths, he brought the flat of his hand down on her creamy round ass. Her cry was deeper than usual, and he relished the raw

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delight of knowing he’d taught her to love a  bit of pain with her pleasure, then slapped her bottom again, and again, as they fucked.

More of her, he needed more of her somehow. He longed to explode inside the  warm, wicked little cave of her cunt, yet he desired some further connection.  He wanted to touch her more, kiss her, find other ways to be close.

On impulse, he withdrew his cock and spun  her to face him. She looked slightly alarmed at the sudden change, but he only  said, “Come here, vixen,” as he backed toward the chair, her hands in his. As he  sat down, he tugged at the chain between her  breasts to  pull her nearer. She cried out,  but he had no regrets, knowing with confidence now that she  loved  those blessed bits of pain he could deliver. Nothing but  heat and unadulterated longing shone on her face as she straddled him in the chair.

He  didn’t  want  to  go  slowly  now,  so  he  gave  a  hard  yank  on  the  breast  chain  andthe rings popped free. She shrieked again, her expression filled with anguish, and he worried he’d really hurt her—until he bent  to suckle her and she moaned and arched against his mouth in response.

Stopping to reach for the chocolate, he haphazardly smeared it  across both her round breasts, then feverishly