Virgin's Education: Bound and Pregnant Babysitter (BDSM Breeding Erotica) Read Online Free Page B

screwing my clit with his smooth
flesh.
    I lost consciousness, but it wasn't the
blackness that waited for me. Instead, it was the pure white flames
he conducted, turning everything in my head into a delicate and
irresistible foam.
    I sank into it for what seemed like hours.
Its quicksand honey enveloped me, hot spring therapy for all my
senses.
    His fingers snapped, mere inches from my
face, and I opened my eyes. Everything was normal again. Well, as
normal as they could be after relishing the best pleasure of my
life.
    He'd taken off his jacket and crouched near
my head, slowly stroking my hot cheeks.
    “ Finally. I wondered if
I'd have to take care of myself while you slept.” He smiled,
sliding one hand up my arms and stopping to finger the handcuffs on
my wrists.
    “ What do you need?” I
asked.
    I knew he expected me to return the favor in
some way, and I was ready. Right then, I was prepared to give him
the world – especially if it meant more of those universe
unraveling climaxes for me.
    “ I'm tempted to take your
sweet virginity right now.” He paused, waiting as I focused on him
with surprise. “But I'm not going to do it just yet. Soon, but not
today. I want you to get used to my heat all over your body. Prove
you're as talented as you are beautiful.”
    I heard a sound like tiny wings fluttering.
Realizing it was his zipper, I followed his fingers and peered
down.
    He pushed aside the opening around his
crotch. His thick fingers worked aside his pants and boxers,
freeing his cock from its business attire.
    “ Tongue it. Put it between
your lips and show me what you can do.” His face hardened and he
shifted his hips, bringing it close to my face. “Go ahead. I know
you're new to this, and I don't expect perfection right away. We
can learn together.”
    My knowledge of oral sex didn't extend
beyond teenage chatter and crude jokes I'd heard back in High
School. I doubted the reality was anything like the dark, humorous
whispers.
    There was only one way to find out...
    My hands tugged nervously on their
restraints and I leaned my head. Slowly, he slid between my lips,
and I breathed deeply, opening myself to accommodate his
thickness.
    It wasn't ugly or foul tasting like I
expected. Quite the opposite.
    Mr. Oliver had a very lovely erection, a
powerful thing like a thick root lined with veins.
    Something about the way it throbbed against
my tongue instantly turned me on. With new lust as my muse, I
licked his underside, stroking him the same way he'd done to
me.
    Brushing my tongue around the big head did
the trick. His breathing grew more ragged, broken by occasional
throaty groans whenever I applied pressure around the crown.
    Yes, that's it. I'm all open for you, sir.
Fuck my mouth.
    My jaw tingled as I opened as wide as I
could. Attuned to my cue, he slid himself into me faster, using my
wet lips for friction as my tongue massaged him inside.
    I cleared my mind,
focusing on bringing him as much pleasure as possible, delivering
my grateful heat straight to his loins.
    His cock grew stiffer and hotter in my
mouth. The hand he'd placed on my shoulder began to tighten. I
barely had time to prepare for his transformation before he went
into full climax.
    Growling, he jerked out of my mouth. I
watched in stunned silence as his hand wrapped around his
erection.
    Pumping it furiously, he ballooned and
spasmed, spraying a thick white jet of hot cream at my chest.
Several more milky streams came like lightning, splashing my
neckline and the edge of my dress before I could react.
    I closed my eyes and lifted up, offering my
breasts to him, not caring if he ruined my summer outfit in the
process.
    This is about submission? Surrender? Well
then, Mister, here you go.
    I weathered his shower, steadying my
breathing, quietly wondering what he'd turned me into in the space
of an hour. The molten stream thinned, and turned into slow, milky
droplets.
    Satisfied and spent, he swung his leg off
me. He sat on the edge of