All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,73

hot tongue moves from my most secret entrance to the tip of my sex.

He encircles that small bud first with his tongue, then with his lips. When his teeth graze the bundle of nerves, my world turns upside down. The force that was holding my inner world together lets go, and I crash.

My thoughts scatter as I scream my pleasure. My arms give way, and I collapse back onto the cot. I want to press my legs closed, to try to contain the pulsing from within that has yet to recede. Surely, I can’t take much more of this. I’m going to drown if the waves of bliss continue this assault.

But I can’t close my legs. Something is obstructing me. Or rather, someone.

Arneis has not stopped licking me. He suckles me harder, causing the waves to surge once more and pull me deeper down into delirium. I’m nearly out of my mind, but I do not come out of the remaining binding on my leg. I do not want him to stop.

He doesn’t stop. He inserts a finger into my core, where his tongue already eased the way. The pressure that was still crashing over me increases. I can’t believe it’s possible but it builds, rising even higher. The pressure that is building feels different this time. Its weight doesn’t feel solid, it feels liquid.

Arneis works his fingers in and out of my core as he licks. He crooks his finger. Like a pirate using a treasure map, his fingers hit a spot. The pressure crashes against me again, but this time, I feel moisture trickle down my legs as my body convulses.

Oh no. Have I embarrassed myself? My bladder wasn’t full when I came in. The liquid isn’t golden. It’s clear, and Arneis is lapping it up as it continues to pour from me.

My inner muscles clench around his fingers. My pussy grabs for his tongue. My incisors sharpen.

His eyes are closed as he moans and laps at me. He is pulling my essence from me. Perhaps my very soul.

I need him in my mouth. His cock. His neck. Anything of him. But he is not stopping his licking. I am shaking uncontrollably when he pulls another bout of the clenching pleasure from me.

That is it. I can take no more. I kick free of the bindings. I go to reach for him when he sits back on his haunches and unbuckles his pants. My gaze fixes on the treat he unwraps for me.

The head of his cock is pulsing red with desire. I want to sink my teeth into it.

Chapter 9

I’m not a man given to wanting more than my fair share. I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth. I grew up with a silver cork in my hands. With a twist of my wrist, I can unscrew any vintage stored in any bottle.

But tonight, with the curves undulating in my hands, I am completely screwed.

I am drunk on Sanai’s taste. Not tipsy. Beyond intoxicated. My brain is addled on the taste of her. I am falling down, fucked up, and thirsty for more.

I’ve never had a woman come on my tongue. I’ve never put my tongue on a woman, but I couldn’t help myself. Even as I pull away from her, I want more. Her orgasm was so powerful that she shook loose my knot at her ankle.

The need to be inside her consumes me. The night of firsts continues for me. My first time tying up another human being. My first time eating a woman’s pussy. My first time fucking on the first date.

If this were any other night, I would’ve gotten her phone number. I would’ve called, in the evening, after work. We would’ve chatted about our work, our goals in life, what our current retirement portfolio was comprised of. The normal getting to know someone banter.

This isn’t a normal night. She is not an average woman. I am not my orderly, rule-abiding self. Things are out of order, and I wouldn’t have them any other way.

I pull back from Sanai, trying to figure out how to unbuckle my pants. She sits up, her gown falling over her spread legs and hiding those lush lower lips from my view.

I want to growl at her to stay put. But she steps down from the padded table. She is on her knees, her face level with my straining cock. The sight of Sanai crawling towards me is burned forever into my soul. It