Something Different

Slave Part 1

Stacey Stanford's P.O.V.

"Jonah." I moaned his name, his lips attacking my neck.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He said, his hands roaming my body. I tangled my fingers through his hair, "So, this was your plan?"

"Perhaps." He mumbles, leaving a hickey on my collarbone. I pulled on his shirt and he took it off. He smirked as he saw me practically drooling over him. I attached my lips on his collarbone, biting and sucking. He grabbed my ass, squeezing it making me bite the skin harder.

"Mmm." He moaned. He grabbed the hem of my shirt, asking me for permission. I nodded and he took it off, along with my bra. He sucked on my breasts, licking and pinching the nipples, making me throw my head back, "Jonah."

"Yes, babe?" He asked, looking up at me.

"P-please be gentle." I said.

"I will. Don't worry." He said, kissing me on my forehead. I smiled, making our way to the bed. He took my panties off as he undressed himself. We were both naked as he stuck a finger in me, making me moan, "Fuck, Jonah!" He added another one and start to widen my entrance, making me bite my lip. He licked my clit and I squeal, my legs throwing in the air, "Sorry, baby. Just have to get a taste." He kept on moving his fingers, making me moan, "Stay still for me?"

I nodded, waiting for him. He held my legs gently, flicking his tongue on my clit.

"Ah." I moaned, gripping the sheets. He continued to finger me as he eats me out. I felt a knot in my stomach, "J-J-Jonah. I-I don't think I could l-last long enough."

He licked me one more time before stroking himself a couple times and putting a condom on his dick. He hovered over me, "Ready, princess?"

I nod, and, as promised, he gently insert himself in me. I hissed in pain, considering how big he is.

"Damn, babe. You're so tight." He groaned, "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I just need to adjust." I explained. He nodded, giving me time. After awhile, I nod, to which he moves. All the pain turned to pleasure. I moaned loudly, cursing profanities along with his name. His thrusts starts to slow down, meaning that he's close.

"J-jonah." I moaned, not being able to complete my sentence due to the pleasure. He moaned, "I-I'm close."

"On three." He said, "One." He thrusts, "Two," another thrust, "three!"

We both came together, the climax lingering for awhile. We panted as our chests heaved. He pulled out, tying the condom and throwing it in the bin. He then came back to me, cuddling under the covers. He kissed my cheek, "I love you, Stacey."

"I love you too, Jonah."

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