Sixty-Seven.

"Oh, just six teeny, tiny, minutes." I sing out in an airy tone. "Do you think you can control yourself for a full seven minutes, husband?" I breathe out, liking how it sounds as it rolls off the tip of my tongue

"Are you trying to unman me?" His jaw ticks.

"Would it only take six minutes?" I raise an eyebrow, running my hand down my torso between my breasts.

"Fuck.." He breathes out, "Are you sure you want this tonight? Do you want me to fill you with my hands caressing every inch of your tempting body after-"

"I'll be yours to use for your enjoyment. My body is yours to use however you please." I breathe with excitement.

His jaw locks, his eyes don't leave my breasts and every muscle in his delicious body tenses. I straddle him, "Your six minutes start now."

I place my hands on his shoulders and I slowly start to grind against his swelling cock. "That didn't take long, dear," I whisper into the shell of his ear, taking his earlobe between my teeth, I let out a small moan and release it.

Standing, I spin around, grab onto his knees and lower my ass onto his pelvis. I move my hips in a circular motion, grinding against him, leaning into him as I breathe in his musky scent. With my back to his chest, I thrust my pelvis upright, giving him a clearer view of me fondling my breast.

Tweaking my nipples.

His whiskey-infused breath is shallow, volatile and it fans the crook of my neck. It's tantalising, exciting and thrilling. I grind up against him again and he lets out a tortured groan of pure frustration.

"You're so fucking wet, kedi yavrusu [kitten]. I can feel it through my slacks." His hard cock twitches against me, " I can smell your arousal. Your desire and it's fucking intoxicating." I grind up against him harder, his words make me slick with need and he lets out a harsh, ragged breath. "Fuck.. You're going to unman me."

"It's all for you, Mr Burak," I taunt. "All of it.."

I dip two fingers beneath the lacy fabric of my thong, sliding them between the slick folds of my sex and I stick them inside me.

As I arch my back off his chest, my head rests against the crook of his neck, "I'm so wet, so fucking horny and I need you, Aydem..." I let out a soft moan as I remove my fingers, lifting them to his lips, "Do you want a taste?"

"It's no longer about wanting, kedi yavrusu. [kitten.] I need to taste you." His voice is harsh, hoarse and erratic with need. He grips the sides of his chair, his knuckles turning whiter than the moon that sits high up in the sky as it swims in a black sea of darkness.

"Beg," I coo.

"What?"

"Beg to taste me, Mr Burak."

I hear him swallow, "Please, kedi yavrusu. [kitten] I need to taste you, your arousal is like a pain killer that sits on the tip of my tongue." His voice is thick.

"All yours Mr Burak,"

He takes my fingers between his lips, sucking down on them as he slowly takes my fingers deeper into his mouth. He pulls back and lets out a loud popping sound when he releases them.

"How much longer, kedi yavrusu, [kitten,]" He throws his head back, clamps his eyes shut and says a silent prayer.

"God isn't going to help you...." I stand, twirling in front of him as I run my hands over my body.

I bite my bottom lip, hooking my thumbs into the thin lace of my thong and as I rock my hips side to side, I pull the material down too. I give him a glimpse of the prize he is to win if he lasts just a few more minutes.

I straddle him once again, placing both my hands on his shoulders and I rock my hips along the zipper of his pants creating a toe-curling amount of friction against my soaking core. "Control, Mr Burak. Control yourself."

"Enough!" He bellows I moan when he yanks on my hair, tugging my head back far enough for his hot lips to nip at my feverish skin along my neck. "Control is when you take what you want when you want it, baby." He growls.

Oh shit...

His hands trap my breasts in his large hands, squeezing, kneading and rubbing them. He takes my nipples between his fingertips and he starts to roll, tug and jerk them. "I guess I lose."

He abruptly stands with me in his arms with a brutal look of craving flickering in his emerald green irises with flecks of amber that reminds me of a rainforest on a sunny day.

He pushes me up against the nearest wall. He nips on my skin above my breasts, licking, kissing, kneading them with his hands as he pushes them up into his mouth.

I pant, "And what is it that you want Mr Burak?" I cry out when he thrusts his hips, his thick cock strokes my aching sex.

"I want you on my tongue," He growls, "I want to smother you with my cock." He steps back, forcing me to my knees as he starts to remove the belt from his slacks. "Then I'm going to fuck you so hard that my family will think I murdering you." His hand cups my jaw tightly. "I'm gonna murder your pussy and you'll be screaming me not to stop, kedi yavrusu. [kitten.]" He says in a promising tone that makes my dry mouth water with excitement.

"Your wish is my command," I whisper as I release his throbbing cock from his slacks. I lick my lips, "I haven't really done this." I look up at him with my cheeks turning pink, "I don't want to disappoint you."

His brows pinch together, "You're serious?" He asks in a voice with a low growl he can barely contain.

I shake my head, looking at his cock that glistens with precum. "You'll be my first," I whisper, smearing his essence over the tip of his cock before I stick my thumb into my mouth and taste him as I suck on my thumb.

Musky, salty and sweet.

Is this what he tastes when he tongue fucks me?

If he does, I can see why it's intoxicating.

"I'm honoured, baby." His voice sounds strained.

Gathering my hair in one hand, he surges forward, knocking the air out of my body as his cock destroys every inch of my accommodating mouth.......