Taking What's Hers (Forced Submission #3)(8)
Just thinking about her untouched cunt has my mouth watering. I watch her rub her * some more, and lick my lips in invitation. If this is how she wants it, this is how she’s going to get it. And my body is more than willing to give her everything she needs.
“You need to kiss me so I can cum. I need to get my hymen soft so you don’t hurt me when you break it.”
I’m a little pissed off at her words. I would never hurt her. Ever. I don’t know who she thinks I am, but she’s my world. I would never do anything to damage her. And if that meant never f*cking her for fear of hurting her body, then I wouldn’t. She means more to me than just putting my dick in her.
“Valentina, think about this before you do it. You really want me to get you pregnant? Why don’t you untie me and we can talk about this?”
I want this more than anything, but I don’t want her to think this is the only way she can have me. I also don’t want her hurting herself just to have my cum in her. I want to be gentle and take our time, but I know she needs to have this control. I just want her to make sure this is what she wants, even though I’m terrified she might change her mind.
“No! Stop trying to keep your seed from me. I need it.”
She leans down and gets within centimeters of my lips. I pull at my restraints. I want nothing more than to pull her naked body to mine and fuse our lips together.
“Kiss me, Archer. Kiss me like you love me. And you better mean it. I want our baby conceived in love tonight. Don’t you?”
I want that more than anything. “Valentina—”
Before I can confess my love to her, she seals our kiss. I don’t waste time. I sweep my tongue into her mouth for a taste. She’s like warm honey, and I need her. There’s no other explanation for it. I need her.
She rubs her * on my thigh, and I’m dying to have her. I consume her with my kiss, giving her everything with my lips that I wish I could give with my body. Feeling her warm nectar on my leg, I pull away and tell her what I need.
“Valentina, let me kiss your *. Please, just a taste to make you cum. I want your cunt soft for me too.”
God, do I want inside her *. I want to be gentle and easy with her, and maybe if I get her off, she’ll untie me so I can give us what we both need. Seeing her blush at my dirty words makes me even harder. Jesus, my cock is going to explode.
As she climbs up my body, I wish for the millionth time I could just snap these restraints and do what I want. But instead I have to give her the control she thinks she needs. Maybe I can try asking again.
“Love, why don’t you untie me so I can enjoy all of you with my hands?”
“No. Stop asking. Not until your seed is in me.”
She’s convinced herself that I couldn’t possibly want this as much as she does. She’s wrong. If she hadn’t finally made her move tonight, I was going to make it for her. I knew she was building up to this, and I had everything in place.
Last week I was sitting in my car, watching her on the live camera feed on my phone as she went through my belongings. I ‘accidentally’ left the access code to my apartment sitting on my desk where she could find it. I also informed all of my security she would be stopping by sometime, and if they saw her, just to walk the other way and pretend they didn’t see her. I told them all that she was to be treated as if she were invisible, and that she was allowed full access to my home.
It was all a part my plan to trap her inside and keep her, but now I was the one tied to the bed. Beggars can't be choosers.
I justified going to her home and watching her sleep as a fair trade off. I broke into her apartment the week we met, so she was definitely owed a few liberties.
Most nights I just sit in the chair in the corner of her bedroom and watch her sleep. Some nights I sit in the chair and jerk off, thinking about what I want to do to her. And on a couple of rare occasions, I’ve tied her underwear around my cock, gently pulled back the covers, and come on her. She sleeps in a t-shirt and shorts, and hasn’t seemed to notice anything when she wakes up. Or at least it doesn't look like it on the cameras I have installed in her house.
Oh yes, they went up on my first visit.
“You really want to kiss me there, don’t you, Archer?”
Valentina’s words bring me back to the present as she gets into position over my face. Her scent fills my lungs, and my mouth waters. Seeing her pink lips swollen with need, and her clit hard and begging for attention, I want nothing more than to eat her.
“Please, baby. Sit down on my face. Let me love you with my mouth.”
As soon as her nectar hits my tongue, I nearly lose consciousness. She’s so sweet and pure, and my instincts take over. I begin sucking and licking, devouring her *.
“Oh God!”
It takes me just a moment before I feel her cunt clench and she starts to climax on my face. This is my heaven—feeling her passion run down my chin, knowing it’s all because of me. As she starts to lift off my face, I begin to beg.
“More, love. More.”
I can’t have it be over yet. It’s too soon. I need more of her. I want to drown in her pleasure. When she sits down again, I go slower, trying to calm myself. I want to take my time and give her everything she needs. I lick her as much as I can, going inside her * and back up to her clit. She clenches again, and I know she’s getting close. I don’t want it to end, but I want to give her what she needs.