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Meegan didn’t mean to, but she definitely licked her lips. “You should.”

Olin released his dick so he could toss the corner of the sheets off his body. The room was barely lit, but it was enough for her to get a good look at him. She had to thank his tattoo artist for not ending his tattoo with some fuzzy weird edge. The design carved out the v of his hips, directing your eye down to another piece of art.

Olin’s wasn’t the longest dick she’d ever seen, but it was definitely the nicest. Thick and uncut. If Meegan was anything, she was an absolute whore for girth. She watched him wrap his long fingers around it again, pulling the soft skin back, pumping it up and down, going once around the glistening, swollen head and then again. This is what she needed to see, that Olin was willing to play. She had a feeling she would not be disappointed.

eight

Olin was relieved. He liked Meegan, but she’d been right about one thing. They’d just met and sometimes when you learn things about people, perspectives and feelings change. Before tonight, he could count the things he knew about the world of BDSM on one hand, but he knew people. He knew what some of the sick fucks he’d done business with were into. His business sense and his physical presence had saved him from caving to peer pressure, but there had been more than one invitation that he had gladly turned down. He was happy when Meegan explained how her interests centered around her own pleasure. That he could handle and he definitely wanted to learn more.

He stroked himself again, looking up when he heard Meegan’s breath hitch.

“Does this do the trick?” Olin asked. He knew how well-endowed he was. Meegan had been driving him crazy, talking about how badly she wanted to work for it. He had to tease her back a bit. He squeezed his cock, a drop of precum leaking out of the tip.

“Yeah, it should work.”

Olin released himself and rolled on his side facing her. Her gaze was glued to his crotch, watching his erection move with him. She knew herself, which he admired. She said getting fucked was her main objective in life and, from the look in her eye, he didn’t think she was joking.

“So, what do we do, now that I’ve passed inspection?” he asked.

“Maybe tomorrow, or later this week, after I get permission from all involved parties, I can show you some clips of our finer work. For now… you should probably touch me.”

Olin shifted closer and pulled her back down into the sheets with a strong arm around her waist. The way she gasped made his cock twitch. He had no idea where his college girlfriend Jessica was right now, but she’s given him one piece of priceless advice. When in doubt, just go slow.

“What are you thinking about?” Meegan asked. Olin’s gaze focused on her lips. The bright red lipstick was gone, but she’d switched to some lip gloss that smelled faintly like coconut. He liked it.

“I’m thinking about how I want to make you come.”

“There are so many different ways,” she said, taking his free hand. She guided his fingers up under her satin tank top and over her breast. She overflowed in his hand, too much for him to grasp, but man, did he want to try. He slid his fingers back just enough to graze his thumb over her peaked nipple. She squirmed under him and all Olin could think about was getting her out of her clothes.

“Tell me.”

Her tongue darted out and wet her bottom lip. She pushed out a deep breath. “You can use your hands. You can use your mouth. You can use your thigh. If you’re really creative you can use your dick.”

“Nice try.” He dipped his head to press his lips to hers. Meegan let out a short laugh and then she kissed back. He kept massaging her breast, stroking her nipple, and soon she was moving her hips under his. Olin pulled back and tugged up the hem of her tank top. She helped him slide the soft material over her head before she settled on her back. Olin took a moment to take her in, nude from the waist up. Her tits were amazing. Large and tipped with pink nipples. He gently cupped one and drew his tongue over her soft skin in a rough stroke. He heard himself groan as Meegan shoved her fingers into his hair, holding him closer. He nipped her lightly with his teeth before sucking on her slowly.

Switching to the other breast, he slid his hand over the soft curves of her stomach, down between her legs, over the satin of her shorts. Even with a layer of fabric, he could feel how warm and aroused she was. He realized, too, that her pussy was bare.

Lifting his head, he looked at her face. She was watching his every move. “You’re wet, huh?” Meegan nodded, biting her lip. Olin gave her pussy a brazen squeeze through the fabric of her shorts. He almost came, hearing the hissing sound she made. He massaged her slowly, soaking the satin more and more as he slid the material around between her legs. “You wanna keep these on?”

She nodded frantically, her breath coming in harsh pants. He understood a thing or two about the importance of sensation. If she liked the way the combination of his fingers and the satin felt, who was he to deny her. But he also couldn’t go home without going down on her. That would be a big mistake.

“For a minute, but thenIwant to see,” he told her.

“Okay.”

Olin moved the sheet a little more to shed what light there was on the situation, then went back to rubbing her with his fingers. Meegan arched into him, her hips churning in small circles. He didn’t speed up, but he did apply a little more pressure and she seemed to like that. Lowering his head again, he traced his tongue over her nipple and that sent her over the edge. She made a whimpering noise as she gripped his shoulder. He sped up his strokes just a bit, pressing a little hard and that made her cry out. A long, feminine groan that was the best sound Olin had heard in years.

Sitting up, Olin slid down the bed and pulled off the soaked shorts. God, her body was amazing. Her large breasts and full waist and thick thighs. Light stretch marks etched along her soft belly. She was, in fact, bare between her legs and in the dim light, he could see how her slick juices coated the outside of her puffy pink lips and her tops of her thighs. She stretched out, reaching her hands to the headboard, squeezing her legs together. He could see now why she liked to record her sexual encounters. He wished he could document this moment forever.

“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice still rough.

“I do. Open up for me.”

She made a show of letting one knee drop to the side. It made sense to him now, the time and effort it took to become a seasoned, patient Dominant. Meegan wanted to work for it and he wanted to bury himself inside of her to the root. It might have been a bad move, the way he was suddenly stroking himself. Meegan’s gaze dropped right to where he was gripping his aching cock. Her own hand slid between her legs. She cupped herself before using two of her fingers to part her lips. It was sexy as hell.

“You should put your mouth on me,” she moaned.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He moved between her legs and again he went slow. He tasted every inch of her and, fuck, she tasted good. Musky and sweet. Olin was in heaven. Kissing her soaked lips, lazy dips of his tongue just inside her entrance, he tried to savor every moment. He found her clit easily, small but swollen, at the height of her slit. He was gentle with it, listening closely to the way her breathing changed and how she squirmed when he kissed her there.