lips and knowing that he took his finger out of me and licked it clean turned me on even more if that were possible. His tongue probed mine asking questions I refused to answer. When he pulled away, he kissed his way to my ear again.
“Because I want you to come on my dick,” he whispered hotly. “Why should my fingers have all the fun?”
I didn’t know if it was because of how he took charge when he had me tied up or if it was because my legs were open for the taking, but I hadn’t been that horny in a long time.
He kissed me one more time before he kissed his way down my body and licked my slit.
I almost came right then and there.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come,” I warned him through my jagged breathing.
As if he didn’t care, his tongue teased and toyed my clit. My breathing got faster, and I couldn’t keep myself from moaning. My hips jerked as his tongue made slow circles on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Yes,” I cried out, feeling as though I was going to give in to my orgasm any minute. “Yes, don’t stop.”
He took his free hand and pinched my nipple. I felt my orgasm building and even if I wanted to try to stave it off, I wasn’t sure it was possible. I struggled against my restraints as his tongue and fingers took me to the edge.
And then he stopped.
“Jeremiah,” I huffed sharply.
My entire body was going to explode. All I needed was to be touched once and it was over for me. He had never kept me from coming this long before and I hated it and loved it at the same time.
“I told you,” he whispered as the bed dipped. “You are going to come on my dick.”
“Mmmm yes.”
“Are you ready for me?”
I heard what sounded like a condom wrapper and I nodded. “Yes.”
“Stick out your tongue,” he directed a few seconds later.
My lips parted and as soon as my tongue was out of my mouth, he put his latex covered dick against it. Lifting my head a bit, I sucked on the head.
He let out a low growl before pulling his dick out of my mouth and planting a kiss on my lips. He uncuffed my wrists and kissed my hands as I wiggled them around.
“The condom is on and now I’m about to fuck you until you come.” He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “Is that okay with you, Zola?” he asked gruffly, forcing my legs in the air.
“Yesssssss,” I dragged the word out as I felt the pressure of his thick head against my opening.
Slowly, he pushed his way in. “Damn, your pussy is wet,” he breathed as he stretched me out. “Damn it, Zola.”
My body started to tremble. Hearing the hoarseness of his voice as he tried to work his way into me was just enough to push me to the point of no return.
I reached up and grabbed the bar.
“Oh shit,” he swore under his breath as he started to move in and out of me.
I rocked my hips, using the resistance of the bar to make each move count. In turn, he gave me deeper strokes as he thrust into me.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I kept crying out as he pushed me over the edge.
"Ohhh yeah, Zola… let that pussy talk to me. If you were mine, I’d have you on this dick all day, every day,” he grunted as he fucked me faster, harder. His breaths were coming out in short bursts as he gave it to me deep. “I would fuck you just like this on the cruise… I’d make this pussy talk to me every night until you said you were mine. Tell me you want me to take you on the cruise, Zola. Tell me you want me to spread you out and have you wide open, Zola.” His words were coming faster. “Tell me you want to take it, Zola.”
The heat that had coiled deep in my core exploded and my body started convulsing. He didn’t stop and because my legs were spread wide, I was still vulnerable to his strokes. Pistoling in and out of me, he made my body feel like a rag doll. In what felt like seconds, another wave rippled through my body.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked me.
“Oh, shit shit shit,” I hissed as my hands