Double Jeopardy (9 page)

“Would you like me to tell you about my
kinkier side?” she asked, taking his hardening cock between her
lips and swirling her tongue around the bulbous tip.

“Y…yesss,” he hissed, gritting his teeth at
the onslaught of new pleasure. Gracie worked him in her mouth a
little longer before she spoke of something she’d never told
anyone.

“You see, John, I have these fantasies,” she
said, working him with her hand and cupping his sac gently in the
palm of her hand. “In my fantasy, a masked stranger comes out of
nowhere, ripping at my clothes and pressing his hard body against
me. I scream, but that only makes his cock harder. He likes it when
I fight him. He might even have to punish me a little. You see, in
my fantasy I like to be dominated. Do you want to be my stranger
and make my fantasies come true? Can you imagine what I’d look like
tied to your bed? Black satin sheets beneath my pale body, a
blindfold covering my eyes and my limbs straining against the
handcuffs that hold me captive?”

John gasped aloud, and Gracie smiled as he
hardened further in her hand. So much for men needing recuperating
time, she smirked.

“Mmmm, I bet you’d like to dominate me, John.
Maybe even turn me over and spank me till my ass is red and welted
with your handprints.”

John was really panting now, and Gracie
figured she could get him to come again just by talking dirty, but
her pleasure was the goal this time. She slipped her finger between
her lips and wet it while pumping his shaft in a steady rhythm.
Drops of moisture gathered on the tip of his cock and she leaned
over and lapped them up like a cat licking at a bowl of fresh
cream.

“Yum. You taste so good,” she said as she
brought her finger down and circled her moist nub, gathering more
wetness. “My ass is red from your spanking, John. What will you do
to me next?”

Gracie left her own pleasure for a moment,
enjoying her roll as temptress. She took her dampened finger and
massaged the sensitive spot between John’s balls and anus, reveling
in the harsh groan he admitted.

“I’m waiting for an answer, John.”

Gracie blew softly along the damp trail left
by her finger and watched as goosebumps covered John’s entire body
before moving her finger lower. She circled the puckered hole of
his anus with her finger and gently pushed it in up to the first
knuckle. “Would you fuck me here?” she asked.

John was panting like a steam engine, and
Gracie knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He was harder than she’d
ever seen him. She withdrew her finger and moved up his body so she
straddled him.

“I’d love to have you ram that nice hard cock
right up my ass. I bet it would hurt real good.” With that
declaration, Gracie slammed herself down on John’s cock and moaned
at how hard he was, how full she felt. Even as wet as she was, the
invasion was painful and would be felt for days to come. Her
muscles clamped around him like a vise, and she rode him as if he
really were the lover of her fantasies. Gracie cupped her full
breasts in her hands and pinched her nipples, the effect causing
her vaginal muscles to spasm. She was lost to her own pleasure and
didn’t protest when John took hold of her hips and slammed her down
on his cock in a frenzy of passion and lust.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he yelled.

“Ohmigod,” she screamed.

“I’m coming!” they shouted together in
ecstasy.

Gracie collapsed on top of John, her body
sated and content. Finally. She should have done this sooner.
Nothing bad ever came from liking it rough.

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