I stand there, unsure, panting, and wet. My legs almost shake in anticipation. His hands trail down the bare section, and he lifts one foot after the other, stripping off my jeans before putting my heels back on, kissing the arch of each foot. Then those kisses drag up my legs, and he must stand, because I feel his breath wafting over my face, the mint and whiskey scent making me lick my lips. My eyes strain to see through the material, but only small pinpricks of light stream in, and I’m unable to see anything.
He loops the belt around my wrists and holds them out before me, before pulling me forward. “Trust me, Angel.”
I do. So I nod and let him lead me into the house. He directs me with instructions, but when we get to the stairs, he just effortlessly lifts me and carries me up before setting me down at the top and releasing my wrists.
“Walk,” he demands.
I’ve been here so much, I find my way to his room, dragging my hands along the doorframe and stepping inside. His hands cup my heavy breasts through my shirt as he licks my ear. “Later, I’m going to fuck these, but first, I’m going to make you come so much, you pass out,” he promises.
I know why…to earn my forgiveness. I feel it in every touch, except I’ve already forgiven him, but I won’t say no to orgasms.
My shirt is ripped over my head, and my bra is tugged away. His hands return, tweaking and twisting my nipples until I groan and lean back into him, needing to come, my hips gyrating. I feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.
He cups my breasts and squeezes, flicking my nipples before his hands slide down my belly and cup my dripping cunt. “Who does this belong to?” he asks.
I don’t answer, grinning when I feel him stiffen at my lack of words. I love pushing him, infuriating him until he fucks like a feral beast. His grip tightens to the edge of pain. “Angel,” he demands.
“Why don’t you show me?” I taunt bravely.
He glides his fingers down my slit, flicking my clit before pushing two thick digits inside me and fucking me with them. He curls and twists them as I almost yell, riding them. The pressure of being filled nearly sends me over the edge, but just as I’m about to come, he pulls away and I cry out.
“Don’t worry, I will remind you,” he vows. “Get on your knees on that bed, and reach back and part those cheeks for me.”
I stumble to the bed, hitting it with my knees before I ungracefully crawl onto it, wiggling my ass teasingly. I press my face to the covers to take my weight before I reach back and part my ass, my thighs spread as wide as possible. My shoes dig into the covers as I feel cool air brush over my overheated pussy, making me shiver.
I feel his eyes roaming across me, and I can feel his lust, even from here. I’m that attuned to him. “Fuck, look at that. How goddamn beautiful you are, that cunt dripping for me, all those curves begging for my touch. You want me to touch you, don’t you, Angel?”
“Yes,” I groan, trying to push the blindfold up with the bed, but he growls, and his hand suddenly comes down on my sore ass, making me yelp.
I press my hands to the bed, twisting the sheets as I breathe through the unexpected pain, but he rewards me, attacking my pussy with his mouth. His tongue glides along my lips before flicking my clit, again and again, then dipping into me.
And when he sucks my clit, I finally come, all over his face.
He licks me through it, pushing his fingers in and fighting through my tight, pulsing channel. He doesn’t let that high stop as he guides me through my orgasm, his fingers stroking along my G-spot again and again as his thumb presses to my ass, wringing another release out of me.
I cry out into the bedding, basically humping his hand. It’s almost too much, but he must know because he pulls his fingers free, and then he kisses the base of my spine. “I love the way you come for me. It’s so fucking pretty, and those screams…” He groans against my skin. “I can’t wait to hear them for the rest of my life.”