“I’ve done nothing but dream about this for seventeen years, so you’ll do as I say and let me enjoy you.” He licks up my center and I hiss, so ready to fall over the edge it’s killing me, “You’ll let me take back what’s mine.” He places a soft kiss to my clit, another one lower, then lower, before his tongue enters my pussy and he fucks me with it, while staring deep in my eyes.

I feel my center clinch down. I tell myself to do as he says. I want to enjoy this too. But it’s been too long, I’m too close, there is no way I can hold out much longer while watching him pleasure me. He licks up my center again and I try to drop my legs to the bed. His strong hands grab my thighs, keeping them flung over his shoulder. He shakes his head as he licks up my slit and sucks my clit in his mouth.

“Peter,” I plead, “Peter, please,” my head falls back, and I close my eyes, not able to watch any longer. “I’m so close, I can’t…”

In an instant, my legs drop to the mattress. Before I can open my eyes, he has me turned on my stomach and I feel the weight of him at my back.

“Hands on the headboard,” his tone is harsh, fierce, and I follow his demands instantly. “Spread your legs. Wider, Wendy.” Smack! I gasp out as his hand roughly spanks my ass. “I want to see that pretty pussy, Darling. I said wider, damn it!”

I spread my legs as wide as I can and lean forward, gripping the headboard for leverage.

“Good girl, just like that.”

Silence stretches in the darkness. My heart is beating so quickly. All I can feel is his presence behind me before a low growl escapes his lips. “Fuck, you have no idea what the sight of you does to me.”

I feel his weight leave the bed, but I do as he says and stay in place. My center throbs with the need for release as I hear his zipper slowly lower. I hear the rustling of clothes hitting the floor, boots being discarded, before his weight settles behind me again.

His cock is larger than I remember, he runs it slowly through my wetness, making my clit pulse relentlessly with the need for release. He slowly presses his crown into my opening, and I moan. A chuckle falls from his lips as pulls out, then repeats the process, only giving me a slow tease and making my pussy crave the feeling of being full.

“I remember the first time I tasted your pussy, Wendy,” he presses in a little further and I bite my lip. “The first time you sucked my cock.”