Calloway opened his eyes and ripped off the tie around his neck. Then he did something I didn’t anticipate. He pinned my wrists behind my back and tied them together with his soft tie, making a knot within five seconds that kept them bound together.
He scooted me backward then rose to his feet, his slacks and boxers hitting the floor.
I didn’t know what was happening, but I liked it. I liked sitting on my knees with my hands tied behind my back. His cock hung in front of my face, twitching in anticipation before he entered my mouth.
He looked down at me with hunger in his eyes. His hand reached for his base, and he pointed the tip against my mouth. He circled the head around my lips, tracing the outline like lipstick. “You’re mine, Vanilla.” He pressed his tip in the crack of my lips then pushed through, my jaw naturally opening for the girth of his cock.
He gripped me by the back of the neck as he thrust into my mouth, pulling me inward so his cock could reach my throat every single time. He fucked my mouth aggressively, his other hand resting on my shoulder so I could remain balanced on my knees. “I’m the only man who fucks this mouth.”
I flattened my tongue so his cock could slide over the rough surface, picking up more saliva before he hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex was initiated a few times, but I fought against it, wanting his cock more than anything else. I felt my pussy soak my panties as mounds of saliva dripped from my mouth and down my chin. Tears sprang from my eyes because his cock was so big.
But I loved every second of it.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He moved his hand to the back of my head and thrust deeper, fucking my mouth harder than he fucked my pussy. His length was like a steel rod, hard and straight.
He was the one who looked beautiful. Standing over me with his large height and powerful physique, he reminded me of a god. The muscles of his stomach clenched every time he thrust his hips. His biceps flexed as he pulled my mouth onto his cock. His expression was the best part. He looked so aroused that his lips parted, enjoying every sensation my throat and tongue gave him.
I wanted to come, but I knew he would give me what I needed once he was finished. I wanted to feel his come in my mouth anyway.
Calloway moaned quietly then stopped his movements, his cock still resting on my tongue. “Suck my tip.”
I did as he commanded, sucking the head of his cock until I got every drop of his lubrication.
He pulled his hard cock out of my mouth. “On the couch, ass in the air.”
I didn’t think twice about it. Without the use of my hands, I fell forward on the cushions, my hands still bound behind my back with the silky tie keeping my wrists pinned together. My pussy was scorching, waiting for his cock to pierce me.
Calloway positioned himself behind me and grabbed the fabric of the tie between my wrists. Without warning, he shoved his massive cock inside me, giving my body no time to prepare for his girth. He yanked my hands so my back arched in a strained way. Then he pounded into me without mercy. “Mine. Do you understand me?”
All I could do was moan.
“Do you understand me?” he said with more authority.
“Yes,” I said with a moan, enjoying his hard length moving deep inside me. I was just about to come when he stopped.
He pressed his lips against my ear, breathing hard. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna let you come until you tell me what I want to hear.”
Every second he didn’t move inside me was torture. I needed that release. I needed to come all around him. If I didn’t get it, I would go insane. “I’m yours, Calloway. Only yours.”
He kissed the shell of my ear then breathed into my canal. “You’re right about that, sweetheart. And what else?” He moved slowly, teasing me.
I didn’t know what else he wanted me to say, so I blurted out my first instinct. “And you’re mine. All mine.”
He shoved himself completely inside me, giving me every inch. “Yes.” Then he pounded into me hard, driving into an orgasm that was explosive and powerful. Every inch of my body felt the unstoppable pleasure. It was so good I nearly forgot to breathe. The sex was rough enough to leave me sore the next day, but it was worth every second. His mouth returned to my ear again. “Ready for it, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I said with a pant.
“Here it comes.” He gave his final thrusts before he inserted every inch deep inside me, depositing his seed and filling me to the brim. Some of his come spilled over and dripped to the cushion below me. When a moan erupted from his throat, I knew he liked his handiwork. “When Dean looks at you tomorrow, you’re going to feel me inside you—even if I’m nowhere in sight.”