FEMALE'S P.O.V~
Circles of black smoke, I was smoking on a black couch and on my right, at an arm's length he was sitting, his eyes unaffected and still on me, no matter the interference of my eyes.
We were at his house, which was as enormous as he had told me many times. But it did not matter to me, I was just there to have fun.
Taking another puff, I turned my gaze to him and asked, "Do you want it?"
Relaxed as a calm breeze, with his elbow on the hand of the couch, his legs wide spread, he nodded. He did not smoke, but he never denied me.
"Come to me then." I demanded my tone low from all that smoke in my throat.
His chest gently rose up and he nipped his lower lip, before he shifted on his fours, his eyes dark at me, his movements as tender as a snake's.
Leisurely, he began crawling to me in his perfect blue suit, tight around his hips, chest, arms and thighs.
His chest peeked through his unbuttoned shirt at the top, and that suit made every move he took more defined.
I wanted to see how his ass looked upfront.
Swiftly, he stopped at my feet and sat in a perfect posture, his eyes needy as if those few steps had circled a wand of craving upon him, his big palms on his thick thighs and his those same thighs folded, stretching his pants to the point of doubt of them being torn apart.
My lips could not hide my thought, I smiled, breathed in another puff, and gently lifted up his chin with the pads of my fingers.
His eyes turned more eager, his lips awaiting mine, drifting apart. He looked adorable.
In a moment faster than a second, I sealed his lips with mine, and breathed out the smoke in his mouth. That was the only way he ever smoked.
He pressed his lips to mine and created a sound of gentle satisfaction in my mouth, closing his eyes before he smoked it out on my lips, pushing me deeper into the naughty thoughts of my head.
Then, like petals his eyes opened to me. I was staring at his every lovely feature and reaction, admiring the finesse he possessed.
"You want more?" Hushed.
"Yes. Please!" He whispered, and lightly nodded, staring at my lips with greedy eyes.
Thawing at heart, I breathed in another puff and breathed in his mouth, and watched him smoke it out on my lips once again, burning more.
"Are you trying to make me horny?" That light raspiness in my tone, I knew he noticed it, for the smile on his lips was proof of it.
"Are you —- mistress?" He whispered, causing a smirk of gentle defeat on my lips.
"Come here." I directed him to sit beside me, with his hands on his thighs and his eyes peeking at me.
"Turn and spread your legs."
"Yes." He nodded and turned his back upon me, straight.
I crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, turned to him, placed my legs beside his as if I was cuddling him from behind and grasped his chin, turning his face to me, while I placed mine onto his shoulder and grasped his dick through his pants with my right hand.
"You're hard." I whispered on his lips and he instantly whined, melting in my arms.
"You'll feel it better this way." He grasped my hand that was on his crotch and led it inside his tight pants.
"I should thank you for it, shouldn't I?" I muttered, gently caressing his cock inside his pants.
"Can you smoke in my mouth instead?" He requested, planting his head upon my shoulder.
The warmth of his words in my heart caused a chortle onto my lips and as he wanted, I lit the cigarette, while he was peering at me, waiting for me to smoke it in his mouth.
But, I smoked it out on his shoulder, with the hopes to see him complain. He delivered to my expectation and whined, making me chortle. "Don't be so desperate, baby. Remove your pants first."
"Okay." He said with innocence like honey and slipped his pants down to his knees, took his coat and shirt off and rested his head onto my shoulder, whispering as if he was drunk. "I'm ready now."
"I can see." I smiled upon his heavy eyes at me and gently grasped his cock with my right hand.
"In your mouth?" I asked and took a puff in. His eyes turned softer while he gently nodded, making me feel it onto my shoulder.
"First, spit on your cock for me." He gently lifted his head from my shoulder and spat on the tip of his cock, coating my fingers with it as well.
Warm, his saliva helped me coat his length with the slimy texture I wanted to pleasure him. Sweet, he whimpered as I glazed his dick with his saliva.
Once warm and smooth, I began stroking his cock, drew a puff with my left hand and smoked it in his mouth, watching him smoke it out on my lips with subtle breaths and whimpers seeping from his lips.
"You like it?" I questioned, squeezing the tip of his cock.
"Y-yes." His voice cracked as he planted his head onto my shoulder.
I continued pleasing him from the base of his cock to the tip of it, gliding my fingers in such a way that infected even me with pleasure. He was hard, thick and pulsating, reacting to each stroke I delivered.
His stomach sunk in and out, his thighs quivered and his chest heaved up. "It feels so good." He whined and turned his half awake eyes at me, filled with a sweet need that sent shivers down my spine.
"Yeah?" I began rubbing the tip of his cock with my thumb and smoked in his mouth once again.
"You make me feel so good." He whimpered, breathing out the smoke and arching into my arms.
"Is that why you don't want to marry her?" I questioned, kissing his shoulder, and squeezing his pulsating dick.
"I want you to marry me!" He groaned, the desire to claim me evident in his tone.
"You know I don't want that." I whispered, licking his neck, and stroking his cock faster.
"Aghh!" He grasped my wrist with stiff fingers, his chest heaving heavily and moaned louder. "Why?"
"Because you're not the one I love. You're amazing to taste, but to wed — I'm not sure." I increased the pace of my hand, and smoked in his mouth once again, before I crushed the cigarette in the ashtray.
"You're cruel." He moaned, his nails entering my flesh and breathing with heavy lungs.
"I know." I squeezed my fingers around the tip of his cock, watching him groan and whine with a body that seemed as if he had run a mile.
He groaned louder, trembling and orgasmed on my hand.
I drew my hand to his naked chest and wiped it on it, relishing the sensation of jitters in his body. "You're still so sensitive." I whispered, and yanked his trembling body in my arms.
Caressing his chest was needed to soothe him, and I did it, and kissed his neck as a reward of his obedience. "Good boy."
"Marry me!" He cried, his voice heavy, resting his head like a melted wax upon my shoulder, and leading my fingers onto his nipples. "There is no one else I want."
"You're not what I want." One would loathe me for the tone I was using and the words it contained. My tone, soft and gentle, my words sharp as a knife.
"Please!" He begged, nuzzling his cheek to mine.
END OF THE SMUT
READ MORE ON
PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/c/Sugarush