His. [MF]

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I focused on my breathing as anticipation slowly overtook me. My sweaty palms slid across the steering wheel. I wiped them across my jeans and turned up the radio. The bass thumped hard and then harder, causing my seat to vibrate with each pulse. I shifted in my seat; every red light was torture. Every second that inched closer felt like years away from him. I needed him. I needed to be with him. Finally.

I was close.

I almost lost my nerve as I rounded the last corner and the song ended. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I saw him. I exhaled sharply and quickly ran my fingers through my hair, worried I looked as nervous as I felt. My hands shook as I got out of the car, my head swimming with thousands of insecure thoughts, each as detrimental as the next. I caught his gaze as he met me on the driveway and my heart fell into my stomach.

Those eyes.

They were the kind of eyes that would make you stop mid-sentence and forget your next thought. The kind of eyes you wanted to keep looking into. Eyes that felt like they could see into your soul. They felt familiar. And they were looking at me.

“Breathe,” I told myself.

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I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding against my ribcage as I got closer. He smiled that smile and I tugged at my shirt, trying to hide my shaking hands. I did my best to sound nonchalant as I greeted him. He took my hand and I thought back to how sweaty they were in the car on the drive over. Fuck.

His hands were so big they nearly swallowed mine. They felt strong, undeniably the hands of a man. My hand melted into his like it had belonged there all along. I thought about them roaming my body and felt my nipples get hard as I followed him inside.

He kissed me.

And just like that, I forgot I was nervous. His lips were soft but his grip was hard as he embraced me. He smelled so good. I kissed him back slowly, tasting him as I ran the tip of my tongue across his lower lip, teasing him. I wanted him to hunger for me the way I craved him. He dug his fingers into my lower back and kissed me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth as I surrendered to him.

A startled moan escaped my lips when he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, running my fingers through his hair, tugging on it just enough to turn his face so I could bite his neck. He let out a soft growl and threw me into the bed.

The room was dark but just enough light crept through the blinds to illuminate his skin as he removed his shirt. He was perfection. My heart skipped a beat as I crawled to sit on the edge of the bed. I kissed his chest, moving down slowly and then across his stomach and playfully dipping my tongue below the waistband. My hands moved instinctively to his crotch, biology taking over and my desire to take him burning. I expected to find a belt but my fingers were instead met with…rope?

“Why are you wearing a rope as a belt?”

He laughed quietly as I looked up at him, the light catching his eyes and dancing across his face. How is he this good looking? “That’s a surprise,” he said with a slight smile, “Paracord.”

With that, he leaned down to kiss me, his fingers grazing the length of my torso before finding the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. He buried his face in my breasts as he climbed on top of me, his hands quickly finding the clasp in the back and freeing them. My nipples hardened as then cool air from the ceiling fan hit them, only to be quickly enveloped by his warm tongue. I moaned beneath him, grinding my hips slowly into his and feeling the goosebumps form across my body as he rolled my nipples between his fingers and sucked them hard. As his hands found the zipper on my jeans, my pussy ached for him.

“Not yet,” he teased.

I pouted. He stood up and slowly untied the Paracord from his waist, never breaking eye contact with me. As his pants fell to the floor, I couldn’t help but focus on the bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Fuuuuuck.” I couldn’t stop the words from coming out. This couldn’t be real life.

The rock hard cock I was greeted with when his pants hit the floor was unmistakably real life. Like the rest of him it was larger than average and perfectly sculpted. I wrapped my hand around the shaft; within seconds it was already dripping pre-cum through my fingers and down my arm.

I needed to taste him.

Looking up at him, I slowly licked the pre-cum from several fingers. “You’re asking for it,” he warned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I knew what I was doing.

I stood up. My pants were unbuttoned and unzipped as he had left them. He hadn’t seen my panties yet. I turned around, shaking my ass a little bit as I took my pants off. My panties were black, sheer, and small. He licked his lips as I sank to my knees, extending my tongue to taste the tip of his cock. He groaned unintelligibly as my mouth inched down his shaft, taking it deeper with each moment. He was delicious. Lost in the moment, my hand slowly moved from his balls to my pussy. I was soaked.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

I’d forgotten one of the rules.

“No, Sir.”

He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to stand up. He pushed my face into the bed.

SLAP.

The hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair connected with my ass, the massive magenta print forming quickly as he yanked my head up and whispered in my ear, “Time for your surprise.”

Within seconds the rope that had confused me was knotted around my wrists, securing my hands behind my back and rendering me relatively powerless. Before I knew what happened, he spun me around and shoved his cock on my mouth. My eyes watered as my throat struggled to accommodate his length. As he fucked my mouth I struggled to breathe, loving every moment. A thick mixture of spit, tears, and makeup dripped down my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he stated, pulling out to drag his dick across my cheeks before returning it to my open mouth.

“Good girl.”

He fucked my face for several more moments, his hands pinching and slapping my breasts. Finally, his hands moved towards my panties, his long fingers finding their way between the wet, thin fabric and my clit. “You’ve made a mess of these panties,” he remarked. I could only reply with a small moan. He slapped my pussy hard. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full.”

He withdrew from my mouth and I gasped for air. He spun me around again, yanking my panties down my legs with both hands. “Clean up your mess,” he demanded, dragging the already sopping wet underwear across my saliva covered face before pushing them into my mouth and pushing it closed. His lips pressed against mine, biting my lower lip hard as he pulled away. I whimpered from the sudden pain and he slapped my face hard. “Speak when spoken to.”

With that he forced my legs apart and buried his face in my pussy, slowly licking every bit of me as I struggled against the strength of the Paracord. Being unable to touch him was torture. His tongue found my clit as his fingers entered me.

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His tongue flicked back and forth across my clit while his fingers twisted and pumped inside me. My body rose and fell with each movement, my orgasm building.

“Cum for me,” his voice was softer than before. I writhed against him, so close.

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The third finger felt like it was stretching me, almost painfully, but it felt so good. Finally pushing me over the edge, I whimpered around the panties in my mouth as my body shook with pleasure.

He pulled the panties from my mouth and kissed me hard. “Good girl,” he said softly.

His tone changed. “On your stomach.”

I flipped over quickly. Grabbing my ponytail roughly, he pulled my face up off of the bed and dragged precum across it. “See what you do to me.” It was a statement. He entered my mouth, pumping slowly for a few moments before letting go of my hair and positioning himself behind me. He spread my ass and pussy apart, admiring the view and running his fingers across my holes teasingly. He spit on my asshole and slowly pushed a finger inside. “I should take this today,” he mused as I moaned from the intrusion, “but I have other plans.”

He withdrew his finger from my ass and slowly rubbed his dick across my slit, teasing me for seconds that lasted hours. He took hold of my hair again, yanking wildly as he entered me.

I felt my pussy stretch around his shaft as he penetrated me, filling me completely and forcing my body to take it. He pounded me roughly, pulling my hair hard to arch my back. I moaned his name as he brought me closer to another orgasm.

He let go of my hair and wrapped one of his hands around my neck, pulling me closer to him as he continued to fuck me. I felt his breathing change and his pace quicken. He let out a low grunt and emptied his load deeply inside me, his cum filling me and pushing me into my final orgasm as he put his lips to my ear and whispered, “You’re mine.”

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