Ayvah looks like a goddess kneeling at my feet.
Her dark brown hair is damp from the spray, her deep eyes staring up at me as she waits for some kind of instruction. I never really considered serious relationships before she came along, but if I had, I never would have considered a virgin. But now that I have Ayvah, and I can mold her, teach her exactly how I like it, the possibilities are endless. Her hesitance only makes her that much sexier as she looks between my aching cock and my face.
But I don’t say anything. I want to see what she’ll do without instruction. I want her to lead the way and I’ll correct her if I need to.
She reaches out and grasps my length in her tiny hand, making it look even bigger than it actually is. I’m not a small man by any means, and I’m comfortable in my manhood, but seeing her grasping me makes me want to beat my fists against my chest and roar like the animal that lurks inside me.
Her strokes are soft and tentative as she moves her hand up and down my length. Her legs squeeze together and I can’t help but smirk. My baby girl is aching for me and I’ve only just finished taking her virtue.
I wrap my hand around hers and tighten her hold before increasing the pace of her strokes. “I like it a little rough, baby girl,” I murmur. The warm water beats hard against my back, making it hard to drag in a breath, but I’m not willing to stop her and move this party. Not when we’re just about to get to the good part.
I guide her for a few more pumps before withdrawing my hand and tipping my head back. Every time she touches me, it feels like heaven. I don’t know how to explain it because I’ve never experienced anything like it before, but fuck, I’m not sure I’m ever going to get enough of her. Her softness. Her innocence. The way she looks at me like I hung the moon just for her. It’s intoxicating, and each day that passes, I grow a little more addicted to her.
Her chocolate eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and then she leans forward and brushes her tongue across my head.
Holy fuck.
My hand shoots out to hold on to the wall to keep myself steady as my legs threaten to give out beneath me. I’ve had a lot of blow jobs in my time, but I’ve never almost been brought to my knees from one pass of the tongue.
She looks up at me, her hand still moving in firm but slow strokes before shuffling forward and wrapping her pouty lips around the head of my cock. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh clumsily, but I can barely breathe through the feeling.
I move my free hand to the back of her head and grasp her hair in my fist. I’m going to let her take the lead, but I can’t give up all the control. It’s not in my nature.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven, baby girl,” I groan as I guide her down my cock, careful not to give her too much too quickly. “That’s it, Ayvah. You can take a little more.” I keep my words gentle despite the beast tearing at my chest to be set free. The need to hold her head steady and fuck her throat just like I would her pussy is almost overwhelming, but I can’t do that to her. Not yet. I don’t want to scare my girl off while she’s still getting the hang of things.
She stares up at me with apprehension but takes more of my cock into her sweet mouth with each stroke. Her fist moves in time with her lips as her tongue laps at the underside of my length.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. That’s the only explanation for how fucking good this is.
“Do you like sucking my cock, baby girl?” I ask through clenched teeth.
Ayvah nods as much as I’ll allow her with her hair gripped in my fist and it tears another groan from my throat. Her free hand snakes down her body and dips between her legs.
I tug her head back until my cock slips from her mouth and bend until our faces are just a breath apart. “Did I say you could touch yourself, dirty girl?” I growl.
Her eyes grow wide and a mixture of lust and fear crosses her face. “No,” she whispers.
“Your pleasure belongs to me, Ayvah. You will not touch your pretty pussy unless I explicitly instruct you to, do you understand?” I’ve tried to hold the beast back, tried to hide his possessiveness from her until she’s so deep she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to, but he’s clawed his way free, and I’m powerless to stop him.
“I understand.” She nods.
I tighten my hold on her hair and use my free hand to grasp my cock. I run the head of my dick along her lips, smearing sticky precum along the pouty pillows.
Ayvah watches me with keen interest, allowing me to do as I please. She’s so fucking beautiful when she’s compliant like this, and as much as I love her fire, I want her to be obedient when it comes to sex.
“Hands on my thighs, baby girl. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”
She does as I say immediately, not hesitating for even a second before following my orders.
“Good girl,” I rumble. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Ayvah. You better hold on tight.”
Before she can respond, I push my aching cock back between her lips and slide into the wet paradise of her mouth. I don’t stop until the head hits the back of her throat, and hold myself there for long seconds, getting her used to the feeling of my cock against her gag reflex.
“Relax, baby girl. I’ll never give you more than you can handle.” I brush my fingers through her hair in comforting strokes. She’s putting a lot of trust in my hands seeing as I broke it the first day she was here, and I won’t do anything to jeopardize that, no matter how much the monster inside tries to take over, I won’t let him hurt our girl again.
I pull back enough for her to drag in a breath before surging forward again. “You can take it, baby girl. Swallow around me,” I tell her as I push past her gag reflex, my cock demanding entrance to her tight throat.
Tears gather at the corners of her eyes as she tries to do as I’ve told her, but I see the moment panic enters her features and quickly pulls back.
“I’m sorry,” she gasps, pulling in heavy breaths the moment I slip from between her lips.
“Hey.” I tip her chin up until she’s forced to look at me. “You have nothing to be sorry about. You’ll get it.”
She nods. “I want to try again.”
I brush my thumb across her bottom lip and groan when her mouth falls open for me. Perfection. I push my thumb between her lips and she immediately closes them around it before swirling her tongue around the tip hungrily.
“Fuck,” I moan, gripping my length with my free hand and giving it a few hard strokes. I need to come so badly I can barely stand the pressure growing in my balls painfully. But on the flip side, I never want this to end. I want to spend the rest of my life with my cock buried in one of Ayvah’s tight holes, never slipping from her warmth. “Are you going to be a good girl and suck my cock?”
She nods quickly, her grip on my thighs tightening at the same time her legs press together, desperately seeking relief.
I quickly pull my thumb from her hot mouth and replace it with my cock, sliding all the way to the back of her throat until I’m met with resistance. Tears spring to her eyes, but she works her throat, allowing me access. “Fuck, Ayvah,” I groan. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
She preens under the praise, her eyes glazing over with lust. Fuck, I’m never going to get enough of her. No matter how many times I take her, no matter how much of her body I dirty with my darkness, it will never be enough.
“I’m going to come all over your pretty face, Ayvah,” I tell her as the tingling at the base of my spine alerts me to my impending orgasm. I pull my cock from her throat and stroke it roughly, desperate for my release. “Open your mouth for me, baby girl. Don’t close it until I tell you to.”
She nods as she eagerly does as I’ve instructed. The sight of her kneeling at her feet as I beat my cock with rough strokes is what pulls me over the edge. I hold on to her hair in a punishing grip as thick ropes of cum cover her beautiful face. The sight prolongs my release, dragging it out for so long my legs shake beneath me.
Ayvah stares up at me with wonder in her eyes, like watching me fall apart above her is the sexiest thing she’s ever seen in her life. Her face is covered in sticky white cum, some of which has landed on her perfect pink tongue. She’s left her mouth open just like I told her to, and I stroke her hair in praise.
“You look so pretty covered in my cum, baby girl,” I murmur. I gather the seed from her cheek and push my fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
She laps at my fingers hungrily, taking everything I’m giving her. If I ever had any doubt about whether she can deal with the darker parts of me. The possessive, bossy, deviant I’ve tried so hard to keep from her, all that doubt is gone now.
“Look at you taking my cum like a good girl,” I growl.
She groans around my fingers, her legs pressing together as she seeks relief, but she’s not going to get it tonight. I’m going to need her pussy again soon, and I need to leave it alone while she’s sore so I can sink back into her as soon as possible.
“Is that pussy aching for me, Ayvah?”
“Yes,” she says around my fingers, her hands gripping my thighs tightly to stop herself from reaching between her legs.
“Not tonight.” I pull my fingers from between her lips and lift her to her feet.
She stares at me incredulously, like she can’t believe I’m not going to get her off, but she’s going to have to learn that as part of her pleasure being in my hands, she’ll only be given release when I see fit.
“Don’t pout, baby girl, or you won’t be coming for the next week.”
