Unforgettable You by Deanndra Hall Read Free Book Online Page B

don’t often admit this, but sometimes I just stare at it and can’t believe it’s mine. That sounds crazy, I know, but it’s quite the point of pride for me, this fabulous tool. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but hey, it’s still pretty damn big. I can make a woman scream with it, so I don’t mind showing it off when I get a chance.
    And it’s working. “Oh, god, Sir.” That’s all she says. I don’t utter a word, just roll on a condom, climb back onto the bed with her, and wrap my arms around her with my gaze locked on hers.
    “I intend to drive you insane. And I’m starting now.” My lips meet hers and I make the kiss fierce, something to melt her. I take a hand down, grab my cock, line it up with the wettest spot on her body, and press forward.
    How in the hell am I going to hold off for any length of time? Her back arches and her lips leave mine to cry out, “Oh my god! Damn, damn, damn!” I take my time, moving slowly inside her, relishing every little inch of her tightness and heat. Lost in it, she grips my shoulders and moans out, “Oh, damn. Oh, fuck. So good, so good. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
    And that’s exactly what I do, but before she has a chance to whine, I kiss down that remarkable body a little at a time, slide downward, let her fragrance soak into me. Lips trembling, I suck her clit between them and tug slightly. Her back arches again and she wraps her fingers in my hair and rasps out, “Oh, god, yes. That feels so good.” That’s not enough; I slip two fingers into her pussy and stroke slowly, feeling her body tense and coil. Just when I think she’s about to give in and come, I stop again and begin to make my way back up that body, stopping to suck and tease her hard, huge, rosy nipples. When I get back up her neck to her mouth, I kiss her again and drive my cock home for the second round. She moans into my lips, and I return the favor.
    I break away and look down into her face. “God, sub, your pussy’s like heaven on earth. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” A giggle drifts from her lips and then she kisses me, just as ferociously as I had her.
    This is going quite well. Quite well indeed.
    I repeat this whole process about eight times before my lips just brush hers and I tell her, “This is it. I want you to come with me. I’ll hold off until you do, okay?” I feel like an explorer about to plant a flag on the top of the mountain he’s just scaled, a claiming of the peak, and I feel her tense all over. About ten strokes in, I hear her voice escalate as she says, “Oh. Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh damn, oh god. Oh god, oh, oh, oh, OHHHHHH!!!” and she clamps down around my shaft – hard – as her hips thrust toward my pelvis. And that’s it for me. On my final mission, I pump into her forcefully as my balls tighten and, in just a few seconds, I feel everything I have unload through the slit in the tip of my dick and fill my condom.
    I don’t want to pull out of her. Ever. I want to stay here, buried inside her, soaking in her heat, holding her softness against me. Once we’ve rolled to our sides, I just wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. “Do all Doms treat their subs this well, Sir?”
    This is that moment, the one where I decide if I want to be totally honest with this woman or just treat her like any other sub and hope something comes of it. And I hope the decision I make is the right one when I say, “No. Only if they care about them.” I pull back so I can see her face, and what’s written on it makes my heart flutter in my chest. “And I do care about you, Sheila. I want to see you satisfied, and I want to be satisfied too, but I’d die before I’d hurt you.”
    A tiny smile tugs the corner of her lips upward. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
    “A solid Dom/sub relationship is built on trust and communication. I can’t be anything but honest with you or that’s not accomplished.” I