Ana’s strong arms cradled effortlessly, her muscles flexing under my weight as she lifted from her lap and carried across the dimly lit hotel suite. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal; a heady mix of musk and desert sage that made my head spin.
’’You’re so light in my arms, Emily—like you were made to be carried, claid, filled,’’ she murmured, her breath hot against my ear, lips brushing the shell teasingly, nipping the lobe just hard enough to sting.
"Can you not make fun of being light?"
’’Feel how hard you make ? This cock’s throbbing just for you, leaking precum down your thigh already.’’
’’Ana... yes, I feel it—hot and thick, pressing right against my slick pussy, ’’ I whispered back, my voice husky with need, legs wrapping tighter around her waist as she moved with purposeful strides, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet.
"You are very enthusiastic about it, aren’t you?"
The friction of her rigid length sliding between my folds with every step sent sparks shooting up my spine. ’’Put down—I want to touch you everywhere, stroke that cock, taste it again.’’
’’Not yet, princess. Patience—I’ve planned every second of this night. You’re my canvas, and I’m painting you stroke by stroke.’’ She reached the massive king-sized bed dominating the centre of the room, silk sheets shimring under the soft glow of city lights filtering through the expansive windows.
Lowering onto the cool fabric, she hovered above, yellow eyes devouring every inch of my bare, trembling body.
"Ana..."
’’Look at you—bare, marked by the others, slick running down your thighs in shiny trails. Begging without words. Spread those legs wider—show that pink, dripping cunt.’’
My wrists were still loosely bound with those silken ribbons she’d used earlier, the fabric whispering against my flesh with every subtle shift, a constant reminder of my submission.
The blindfold had been removed monts ago, allowing to drink in the sight of her—tall, commanding, her full breasts rising and falling with controlled breaths, dark nipples hardened peaks begging for my mouth.
But it was her cock that held my gaze: thick and rigid, curving slightly upward, veins prominent and pulsing along its length, the base already hinting at the swell to co.
Precum beaded at the tip, catching the light like a promise, a thick drop sliding down the shaft.
’’Like what you see?’’ Ana teased, wrapping her hand around her girth, stroking lazily from base to tip, thumb saring the pearl of precum over the head until it glistened. ’’This is all yours tonight—if you earn it. Beg for a taste, oga.’’
’’I want it now—deep, stretching , knotting until I can’t walk,’’ I pleaded, arching up toward her, breasts heaving, nipples tight and aching in the cool air.
She climbed onto the bed with predatory grace, her knees bracketing my chest as she straddled , pinning my arms lightly to the mattress with her thighs.
The heat radiating from her body enveloped , her thighs strong and warm against my sides, her balls resting heavy on my sternum.
’’On your knees, Emily,’’ she commanded, her voice a deep, resonant growl that vibrated through my core, sending fresh slickness pooling between my legs, soaking the sheets beneath my ass. ’’Show how much you crave my knot. Open that pretty mouth.’’
I struggled to comply, the ribbons limiting my range but not my eagerness, propping myself up on my elbows until my face was level with her cock.
It hovered just inches away, the musky scent intoxicating—earthy alpha need mixed with sage—making my mouth water uncontrollably.
’’Please... let taste you, Ana. I need your cock on my tongue,’’ I begged, tongue flicking out experintally, brushing the air near her tip.
’’Earn it first—lick the tip, slow, like you’re savouring fine wine ’’
I leaned in, tongue darting to lap at the glistening head, tasting the salty tang of her precum as it coated my taste buds, thick and addictive.
A low hum escaped her, hips twitching forward. ’’Good girl—swirl around the ridge, trace every flare. Fuck, your mouth’s made for cock—hot, wet, eager.’’
I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the flared edge in tight circles, dipping into the slit to scoop more precum, then sliding lower to lick the underside from base to tip, tracing every bulging vein with flat, broad strokes.
’’Mmm, you taste so good—salty, thick, like pure alpha... more? Let swallow you whole,’’ I murmured, eyes locked on hers, erald gaze pleading.
’’Deeper now—take half, relax your throat.’’ Her hand tangled in my raven hair, guiding forward gently but firmly, fingers massaging my scalp.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as inch after inch filled my mouth, jaw stretching around her girth, the veined texture dragging over my tongue. She rocked shallowly, fucking my face with restraint, balls brushing my chin.
’’Gag on it, oga—show your throat can take my knot soday. Choke like the desperate slut you are.’’
I pushed further, gagging softly as the head bumped my tonsils, tears pricking my eyes from the effort, saliva dripping ssily down my chin in shiny strings. But I humd around her, vibrations drawing a hiss from her lips.
’’That’s it—fuck, Emily, you’re perfect. Look at those lips stretched wide around , drool shining on my shaft, tears saring your cheeks. Worship it like the slutty muse you are—flick that tongue under the head, yes!’’
Minutes of sloppy devotion followed— bobbing eagerly, head twisting side to side for deeper suction, her praises fuelling .
’’Suck harder—yes, tongue the slit, lap up that precum like nectar. Good little whore, choking so pretty for , nose buried in my pubes. Feel my balls tightening? You’re gonna make cum down your throat soon.’’
She pulled back suddenly, cock popping free with a wet, obscene sound, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to her glistening length. ’’Enough mouth. Ti for your first knot—gonna breed this pussy raw.’’
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