Serious Moonlight - Sex Stories

Serious Moonlight

... her first kiss.

Their eyes locked. The air shimmered. The moon broke out into clear sky and moonlight spilled through the window, baptizing them.

Silence.

And then he sneered and pulled the belt tight, and the air went red, and everything seemed to happen at once. He lifted her off the ground with the belt, kissing her roughly as she gasped and choked and moaned, biting at her lips and tongue. He lowered her back to the ground. His cock was inches from her face.

“I need you to suck my cock,” he ordered.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you like to suck my cock?”

“I love it. I love sucking your cock.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please baby, I need your cock.”

“More.”

“Please baby. Give it to me. Give me your cock.”

“You want to suck my cock?”

Her response was a wordless sigh of pure need.

“Say it!” He pulled on the belt.

Breathless, barely able to get the words out, she said, “Yes. Please, baby.”

“Then fucking suck it. Now.”

But as she leaned toward his cock he pulled back tightly on the belt so that her lips could not touch his pulsing, reddening head; they quivered a hair’s width away. She strained at the belt. He held it tight. The leather grew taut. A curl of saliva bowed from her lip.

“I said suck it, bitch,” he commanded, still holding back on the leash of the belt. He had never used that word before, never called her “bitch” or even considered it, but the sound of the word hit her like lightning. She lunged toward his shaft, gagging ...

... and choking now against the pull of the belt, desperate to taste him, and still he did not allow her enough slack to touch him.

“NOW, bitch!” he growled. He pulled more savagely on the belt. “Fucking NOW!”

She turned from his cock to look into his eyes with undisguised hunger. She turned back to his cock. He lent her a little more length this time.

As she strained and stretched, he allowed the tip of her tongue to touch the tip of his cock. A single pearling drop of precum rewarded her; she flicked it off onto her tongue and swallowed it down as if receiving a sacrament. After she swallowed, she snaked her tongue into the tiny hole at the tip, working her way inside it. He rewarded her by allowing another inch of freedom from his belt. Her lips wrapped avidly around the head.

It was his turn to lose control. His knees buckled as her tongue slid under the bell of his now pulsing head, and her lips massaged the rim of it.

He regained control. He pulled back on the belt just enough to allow her access to the reddening bulb of his cockhead, but no more, and she worked it passionately with her lips and tongue, attempting to earn more of the length of it. Her tongue swirled in circles, her lips wrapped themselves at the edge of the rim, playing with it, running them along the curve.

He let go of more of the belt, his need to control temporarily flagging. One more inch, then another, then another, and soon his grasp on the leather loosened entirely as he gave into ...