Worth Every Penny - Sex Stories

Worth Every Penny

... by wrapping his lips around my clit and fiercely sucking. "Just like that!" Part of me hated how helpless and needy I sounded even while telling him what to do. "Don't stop!" My grasp on his hair tightened even more. "Yes, yes, suck my clit hard!"

In response, Chase continued delivering unadulterated bliss with his mouth as he squeezed my ass. He was an expert at treading the fine line between pleasure and pain. I was certain the majority of his clients enjoyed being petted and stroked, their lips eager for kisses during sex, whereas I got aroused by being handled roughly. Chase's touch was firm but never violent. I remembered our first evening together, when we worked out the intimate details of my turn-ons. He understood I didn't like degradation; spitting, face slapping, and hair pulling were completely off the table. Sometimes, I sensed that being rough in any way didn't come naturally to him, but he was adept at playing whatever role a woman required.

My head fell back as a guttural moan escaped my lips. I was already close, my thighs quivering in anticipation. Chase knew he had me right where he wanted me. His tongue moved relentlessly, granting my clit not even a moment of mercy. My hips began rocking in a completely wanton fashion, working my pussy against Chase's mouth. Though I was almost excruciatingly sensitive now, I didn't try to escape his hold on me. At this point, I felt like I had only two choices: come beneath his tongue or go out of my mind.

The ...

... first spasm was fierce enough to make my knees buckle, but I trusted Chase not to let me fall. My desperate cries sounded too loud to my ears, intruding on the room's quiet, yet they went on while Chase continued stimulating my clit, coaxing forth one contraction after another. My pussy muscles clenched, aching for a cock to grip. Only when I began pushing his head away did he stop. Still, he remained on his knees for a time, kissing and licking my inner folds, along with my outer lips, which I'd shaved smooth.

When Chase finally stood, I knew he wanted to kiss me. It was a natural thing to want after performing such an intimate act. His hair was mussed, and his lips were shiny with my juices. I turned my face away, just a little, but I didn't resist as he grabbed my wrist and led me to the couch, where he bent me over its arm. I'd left a condom on the nearby end table, within easy reach.

I stayed exactly where Chase had positioned me, bent over the couch with my legs spread. Though I'd just come, my entire body trembled, longing for more. I realized I was holding my breath while listening to Chase sheath his cock. Then I felt him sliding between my folds, making sure to graze my clit in the process. My fingers tightened into fists as he made me wait. As soon as he positioned himself at my entrance, I released the faintest whimper. Yet Chase eased inside only a little before withdrawing. Now that he'd reduced me to a quivering mess, he made a point to destroy whatever ...