Your cock is beautiful – 44

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-44 Continues…..

We found a steady position, holding each other up and both of us mindlessly pumping our hips. She kissed me hard, nipping my lower lip with her teeth. I kissed her back, then pulled away to lick and bite along her jaw and neck.

When I lightly bit her throat she let out a squeal of passion, and a few seconds later she came hard around my cock.

I wasn’t going to last long. It was rough, frantic sex, no hint of teasing or patience. I growled as I pounded her, drunk on the sensation of taking her out here and making her do this.

She came when I did, our bodies freezing at the same time, pausing for one incredible pleasure-filled moment, before we released our breath.

She dropped her leg and leaned back against the tree, her arms becoming looser around my neck. I pressed my forehead to hers, not able to see her in the darkness, and we slowly kissed.

I didn’t want to linger, but couldn’t help but steal a few more kisses.

“Time to go.” I said eventually.

In response, she just kissed my cheek, and dropped her arms.

After I made sure the jacket was tightly secure, which was hard to do in the dark, I picked up the bag and took her arm.

We walked slowly back down the path, no real hint of fear or nervousness from either of us. She rested her head on my shoulder as we walked, seeming perfectly content, despite only having one thin layer protecting her naked body from the elements.

The park was still totally deserted, and we didn’t see a sign of our two friends from earlier on the way back.

We got to the bathroom with no problems, but I still breathed a sigh of relief when we made it inside.

After entering, I turned to see Mia locking the door. She faced me, and walked passed me over to the sinks.

“Aren’t you going to take this off?” she said, resting back against the counter.

I smiled, and stepped close to her.

I undid my hastily fastened knot, and again worked my way down the buttons. I pulled it open, and she gracefully let it slide off her shoulders.

“I hope we didn’t make a mess.” she said, her voice calm and breathy.

She turned and held the jacket out, running her fingers along the inside lining.

“Nope… dry as a bone. Good.” she said.

She turned around and raised herself up on to the bay of sinks.

She sighed and gently ran her fingers over her nipples, then put them on her lap, before awkwardly running them through her hair.

She bit her lip and looked at me expectantly. I’d assumed by this point she’d be desperate to get changed and go home, possibly even angry with me for fucking her against a tree.

I was so happy to be wrong.

I walked towards her and she sat up, wrapping her sexy calves around my waist.

“Sir… I wanted to ask you something.” she said quietly.

She leaned forward and pressed her body against mine, leaving our face inches apart.

“You have all these sexy names for me… slut… whore… and of course… sweetheart.” she said with a smile, “But all I get to call you is Sir.”

I gently took her cheek and pulled her close to me. She pursed her lips for a moment, thinking I was going to kiss her. I stopped just as I felt her breath against her lips, and she pouted.

“Do you have a suggestion?” I asked, my voice low and quiet.

“Well I was thinking…” she said, “Seeing as how you own me… that there is a certain term that might be fitting.”

“And what would that be?” I asked.

Her playful smile faltered for just a second, and I could see her nervousness at bringing this up. But it was just a moment, and she found her confidence again.

“I’d like to call you… Master.” she breathed, looking into my eyes.

I reached up and grabbed her hair tightly, pulling her close to me. I pressed my lips to her ear and said;

“I didn’t hear you sweetheart. Say it again.”

“Master.” she squeaked, barely above a whisper.

I tightened my grip and yanked her head to the side, away from me.

“Again.” I ordered.

“Master!” she shouted, her voice filling the small room.

I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her hard, still clinging tightly to her hair. . She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately.

I let go of her to undo my belt, and she slid away from me, trying her best to lie comfortably along the bay of sinks, even with an arm resting inside one.

With my cock freed, I followed her on to the sinks and leaned over her. It was an awkward position, and she giggled as we moved to try and line up, making me laugh. She lay one of her sexy black heels on my shoulder, and I moved forward to press my cock against her pussy.

“Fuck me Master… please fuck me!” she squealed.

I thrust into her, making her yelp with pleasure. I panicked for a second, realizing we still weren’t really safe, and clamped my hand over her mouth.

She didn’t seem to notice, just moaned and tried to move her hips despite how awkwardly we were joined.

I slipped out of her for a moment to better line us up, then thrust my full length into her. Again she squealed, this time muffled by my hand.

I fucked her hard, like I had outside. I wasn’t giving any thought to the movement of my hips, or the rhythm of my movements, I just wanted to fuck.

With one hand over her mouth, I’d grabbed her shoulder with the other to steady myself. I gripped it tightly in frustration, realizing that despite how fucking horny she made me, it was going to be a while before I could come.

The word kept echoing in my head, ‘Master.’

She called me Master, and wanted me to be her Master. Just when I thought I’d pushed her as far as she was ready to go, she was finding new ways to degrade herself to me, to be even more submissive.

She was mine. My beautiful slave, my gorgeous little whore.

I owned her, and I felt it with every thrust, every time I filled her tight little pussy with my hard cock, every time her body shook with pleasure. She belonged to me.

When I finally came, it hit me hard, and fast. A few lightning bolts of pleasure, and suddenly the energy drained from me.

I felt my cock rapidly soften inside of her, exhausted for the night. I looked down and noticed I was still holding her tight with my hands. Her eyes were closed.

I loosened my grip on her shoulder, and released her mouth. She opened her lips wide to pant heavily, her breath warm against my palm. I gently cupped her cheek, and she kissed my hand as it moved closer.

She finally opened her eyes to me, but didn’t speak. She was smiling.

I leaned down to kiss her, but my knee slipped out from under me and I fell. My head bumped into her collar, and she slid her leg off my shoulder.

She laughed at my fall, and I could feel her whole body moving under me. I laughed too, the sex leaving my head feeling light.

Our giggles died down, and I pushed myself up with my arms to look at her. She took my head with her hands and leaned up to kiss me slowly and sensually.

“I love you, Master.” she said quietly when we parted.

I kissed her again, lightly on the cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” I said.

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