tongue…” He gave me just a quick flick, right at the top, the spot that desired the most friction.
Then, there was air, bursts of it, stimulating my clit. My body clung to it, searching for the build.
“Yes,” I hissed. “More.”
“Haven’t you learned your lesson about asking for more?”
I leaned up again, bearing my weight down on my forearms, staring through the V between my legs. It was then that I saw the look in his eyes. A look that needed more explanation. “I don’t think you’re trying to tease me. So, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m making sure your body is ready.”
I wouldn’t accept his warning, so he was prepping me for the punishment his dick was about to give me. Building me with need, with desire, with so much passion that it would hurt less.
He was protecting me…even when it came to sex.
This man…I would never be able to get enough of him.
“You are…” I paused as his tongue found me again.
“Yes?” His lids turned hooded, his fingers sliding into my snugness.
“Incredible.”
“And?”
“Garin, ahh.”
His speed had picked up. His tongue used much more pressure. He had sucked my clit into his mouth and was grinding his tongue against the end of it. My hips bucked as I neared that place again.
“Your mouth,” I panted, “is dangerously good at this.”
I tilted my head back and stared at the light above us. It hummed each time it flickered. And each flicker matched the movement of his tongue. I didn’t know if he was going to let me come, but I couldn’t hide what was happening inside my body. I couldn’t mute my moans. I couldn’t keep my legs still or my nails from stabbing whatever they came into contact with.
“You want to come?”
The sound of him brought me back to the moment and out of this fog of pleasure he had put me in.
“Yes,” I cried.
He lifted my hips and wrapped his hands around my thighs, and in one swift movement, he was inside me.
“Oh!” I screamed.
He gave me everything I had asked for. Every beautiful inch. Every dominating blast of power. Every bit of wetness that he had created was now coating him as he slammed in and out of me. My breath…it was gone. Stolen. Replaced with his hardness.
“Fuck,” he roared. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet.” He circled his hips to put pressure on my clit at the same time. “Come on me.”
The earlier warning hadn’t been a joke. This man had a kind of strength that I hadn’t ever experienced before, and my pussy certainly wasn’t used to his size. But in between the pain was a pleasure so fierce that it took ahold of me and drove me toward the edge. He showed no restraint, no forgiveness, no mercy, as he relentlessly pumped the orgasm out of me. I was screaming and moaning—more of one than the other, but I wasn’t sure which.
“Ahh!” I shouted, my body reaching the peak. This time, I was increasingly more sensitive from all the teasing he’d done with his tongue.
“Give it to me, Kyle.”
Kyle.
“Give me what I want.”
What I want is…
“Oh my God!” I yelled.
With each stroke, each churn of his hips, my body convulsed around him. Spasms shot through my stomach. Tingles ricocheted through my breasts. His thumb rubbed my clit, which kept the orgasm coursing through me. Every second that passed, my shouts got louder, my nails dug in harder.
“Again!” he commanded before I had even come down. “I want your cunt milking my fucking cock.”
As our mouths touched, I was breathless, unable to imagine how I would fulfill his demand when I had barely recovered from the last one. But as he drove his dick into me, still using a speed and roughness that I’d never thought I would enjoy, I was reminded of how quickly I was able to get there.
My shoulders burned from the wool, the back of my head ached from the hard floor, my legs shook from the strain it took to keep them clung around his waist. Yet I was there. Again. Not just from what he was doing to my body, but also from his scent in my nose, his taste on my tongue, the feel of his skin pressed against mine. He overwhelmed each of my senses.
Just as that familiar build began to resurface, he moved me. I was suddenly on top, straddling his waist, while he leaned his back against the wall.
“Another second on top, and I’m afraid I