Becoming His Muse, Part Two by KC Martin Read Free Book Online

throat.
    “Wait,” he says, his voice hoarse. He pulls away and gets off of me. What did I do? Why is he off the bed now? He looks down at me, eyes gleaming, but he’s not smiling.
    “I think we talked about you spending some time on your knees.”
    I push myself up. I still feel quite limp, spent, even though I’m also still wet, and very, very hungry from him.
    “On the floor?”
    He grabs me behind one knee, helps to swing my leg off the bed.
    “Yup, on your knees. Right here.”
    I slip off the duvet and onto the carpet. It’s colder down here. I hold onto his calves, try to adjust myself between his legs. My back’s against the side of the bed. I look up at him.
    “Like this?”
    From where I’m sitting his cock angles out like a beam. Beyond, he’s looking down at me. His mouth is open. He’s breathing shallowly. He palms his balls, slides a thumb and two fingers around the base of his cock and angles it toward my face.
    “Knees, Ava.”
    Oh. I’m sitting on the carpet, on my butt, and I’m really too low to get him in my mouth anyway so I rise up on my knees. I grab his cock with one hand to steady myself. He moans. I tug lightly. He rocks back on his heels a bit and thrusts his pelvis toward me. He looks gorgeous like this. I wrap both hands around his length and direct the tip of his cock toward my lips. He’s looking down at me through hooded eyes.
    “Like this?” I say teasingly.
    His yes is barely a word, it’s more of a grunt. He leans toward me but I keep him just an inch from my warm, wet mouth.
    “ This is my punishment?” I say, my eyes round and wondering.
    “Ava…” There’s a warning tone to his voice as he pushes toward me again, determined to enter my mouth. His hand wraps around the back of my head. I’d better get on with this. His impatience is only making me wetter.
    “You want this ?” I stroke his length with both hands, twisting lightly. I kiss the tip of his cock. He leans his head back and groans. I extend my tongue, extra wet with saliva, and swirl it around the smooth head. Then I wrap my lips around it and suck. He moans and then his pelvis starts rocking.
    This is not punishment at all. It’s pure pleasure. Not that I can get him all the way into my mouth. He’d have to go part way down my throat for that, and I have a pretty severe gag reflex. He’s trying though. I cough a bit, draw him out, suck on the tip for a little break. He holds the back of my head, pushing himself back into my mouth, right to the back of my throat. I gag again.
    “That’s your punishment,” he says.
    My eyes start to water. I try to relax my throat and breathe steadily through my nose. Some women can do this deep throat thing but I haven’t mastered it. I pull him out, drag my lips and tongue along his length. I tug on his balls, subtly communicating that I might tug harder if he keeps going too deep. He likes the faster stroking and deep sucking on the head. I start moaning with my own pleasure. The motions, and his building desire, are causing a river of wetness to gather between my legs. I’m partially supported by my heels and I start to feel trickles along my ankles. Logan guides himself deeper into my mouth again. My pleasure moaning stops and I feel a whimpering moan build.
    “Relax your throat, Ava. It’s all right. Lean your head forward a bit and let your lower jaw drop. That’s it. Now imagine I’m gliding in and out of your pussy…”
    My clit starts pulsing. I want to feel that. My pleasure moans return and my throat does start to relax. I can feel him pressing deeper, into a tighter space. I focus on breathing as he retreats and holding my breath as he enters.
    “… I’m going in and out and it’s effortless. Soft and smooth and delicious. I can tell by the way you taste you are soft as velvet inside. I can’t wait to get in there. That’s it… Imagine me sliding in and out, going deeper each time.”
    He’s thrusting very slowly, but with each thrust