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

cruising through my veins accelerating, my heart, oh my poor heart, beating fast inside my chest.

Elijah took two steps towards me so that he towered over me, taking my right hand. His warm, fully erect cock brushed against my belly. I loved the confidence in him. He led me to the paint tubs close to us, still clinging to my right hand, then dipped my index finger into the black paint. Ordering me to paint against his naked body using my wet finger as a painting brush, he let go of my hand, stood a foot away from me, and silently breathed in and out.

My heart and soul were now wholly blown away by him. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him right here and now.

I drew a line cutting across his left shoulder all the way to his right ribs while looking at his face. His eyes were tightly shut. I could tell he was defying all the urges in his body by not grabbing me, doing whatever he wanted with me. I could feel his heart beating simultaneously with mine. His cock twitched rhythmically. I so desperately wanted to touch it but resisted the urge because I wanted to obey his command to paint him.

I dipped my whole hand in the pink tub, spread my fingers so that some of the paint would drip away, and drew lines across his chest. Elijah moaned loudly, keeping his eyes shut. I covered his chest in lines of different colors, loving every bit of it.

I once again dipped my hand in paint, but I wanted to paint the abs on his belly this time. I fell on my knees before him, drawing vertical lines starting from his near his chest, descending down his crotch, intentionally avoiding his erect cock. He let out a loud moan but still stood there, legs apart, hands hanging freely on his sides. His eyes still remained tightly shut. I felt powerful, in control. I was enjoying myself.

The urge to paint his cock was so strong and consuming, but the urge to please Elijah was stronger. I slowly lowered my head to his groin so that his cock was directly in front of my lips then opened my mouth. He stiffened a little bit; I could swear he must’ve bitten his lower lip. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth and slightly pushed my head towards him. His warm cock throbbed inside my mouth.

Chapter Six - Elijah

Her tongue on my cock sent shivers down my spine and spasms across my entire body. I could feel my muscles stiffen underneath my skin, blood rushing in my veins. My heart pounded ruthlessly inside my chest, pumping pints of blood towards my fully erect cock inside Gina’s warm mouth.

My legs could no longer support my weight. My knees gradually gave in. I knew instantly that I needed to lean myself against something.

I opened my eyes. The sight of Gina’s beautiful face bobbing up and down my cock was sensational. Her right hand sat harmlessly on my left leg; her left hand held my cock in place, so she bobbed on it with ease. Her touch on my bare skin felt warm, soft, full of life. I stumbled a little bit, finally supported my weight on the canvas we had painted, covering it with the designs Gina had been painting on my body.

She raised her eyes from underneath my cock so that her gaze met mine. She could now see the effect of what she was doing had on me and took more of my cock in her mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock touching her uvula. She gagged a little bit before catching her breath and kept on bobbing, her gaze still fixed on mine.

I let out a loud moan as I buried my left hand in her hair, moved it simultaneously with the movement of her mouth. She was setting my soul on fire, driving me insane with her wild but bold attempt at pleasuring my body. Oh my God, she was doing a fantastic job!

“Gina...oh God,” I moaned in pleasure as I felt my cock stiffen in her mouth. “You’ll need to get off...I can’t...oh fuck...”

I finally gathered the strength to warn her about the contraction I felt building up in her mouth. She didn’t seem to heed my warning, nor was she concerned about it. She went about blowing my cock, remained unfazed about my pleas to get off.

“God yes...cum for me, Elijah,” her voice sounded hot against my cock.

She was teasing me. My pretty little thing, my Gina. She knew I was going to explode any minute, but that didn’t stop her from blowing my brains out. Everything she was doing to me pushed me to want more of her. I could tell she was a special girl. No one had ever driven me to this point before. This was new territory for me. Unexplored. Despite my numerous encounters with women, none felt like this. Gina did everything genuinely, with a lot of emotions and dedication.

The fact that she had no prior experience made everything feel more enticing. She exuded an air of raw, vibrant femininity, like a goddess. That’s a quality I really adored.

“Oh my God...Gina... I’ve never felt like...oh shit... I’m close, Gina... I’m going to cum...” The contractions in Gina’s mouth sped up. I was so close.

“I want to paint you with my juices, Gina. I want to cum on your chest.”

Her eyes widened. She bobbed faster, aggressively, her innocent gaze still fixed on mine. My grip on her hair tightened, the muscles in my body stiffened. This was it, the point of no return.

Using her left hand, she pulled my cock out of her mouth, stroked it a little bit above her chest, and looked at me with those big blue eyes, biting her lower lip.

“AWW FUUCCKKKKKKKK,” I yelled as my body convulsed, jets of cum flew in every direction from the tip of my