hitch in her throat. When she gasped, he thrust his cock into her mouth deeper than she thought she could take him. He did so fast, abruptly, his hand holding her head still so she couldn’t move or pull away from him. The girth of him stretched her lips impossibly, almost to the point of hurting, so that for a moment panic set in.
Scarlet kept looking into his eyes and forced air through her nose. He smiled gently at her. His eyes changed, going nearly smoky, approval making her almost giddy. She almost forgot what she was doing she was so mesmerized by him. Then she felt the familiar weight of him on her tongue, the heat and taste of him. Everything vanished but the need to give him as much pleasure as possible.
She used her skills, tongue curling, lashing, sliding over him and up him, and then the vibrations rocked her body and she gasped again. He jerked her head back at the same time and aggressively thrust deeper. She felt him invading, pressing into her throat. Automatically, her throat tried to close, to cough, to gag, her body telling her she couldn’t breathe and she might die.
For a moment she couldn’t see him through the liquid swimming in her eyes, but then she managed to blink rapidly, and she found herself reassured by that gentle, steady look, so blue, so completely loving. At this moment, so filled with calm and pride in her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her and in any case, he wasn’t in her throat. He was just sitting there, deeper than he’d ever been. She could still touch him with her tongue, still suck when she got over being alarmed. Still breathe through her nose. She did all those things, stroking and caressing, and he pulled back and gave her air immediately.
Her body was so close to orgasm she was undulating, rocking back and forth, the chandelier rubies on the nipple clamps swaying as if an earthquake was occurring. Absinthe pulled his cock from her mouth and moved around her body, one hand sliding down her back and over her hips and bottom. The vibrator in her pussy stopped abruptly and he pulled it out.
Scarlet tried desperately to still the little mewl of protest, but she didn’t have time to even get it out before his hands were at her hips and he slammed his cock into her hard. Fire streaked through her from her deepest core to the very tips of her nipples, to short-circuit her brain.
A strange rolling thunder started in her ears, drowning out all other sound. The vibration between her cheeks increased and the plug began to pump of its own volition. She knew, because Absinthe’s fingers bit deep into her hips as he jerked her back into him with every thrust forward. His cock felt so thick, almost too big, taking up too much room, driving through her folds with deep hard strokes that sent roaring flames spreading through her like a wildfire out of control.
Her breath turned so ragged, her lungs burned. There was no air, no way to breathe, but it didn’t matter. Only that delicious burn that seemed to be growing hotter and hotter, consuming her. She knew she was going to go completely insane unless her body let go but that coiling inside her just kept building and building like some great tidal wave, higher and higher in the deepest part of the unseen ocean, a wall waiting to overtake her and drown her.
Absinthe was a machine, a piston driving into her, hammering his body into hers. Every time he withdrew, her silken muscles tried to drag at him, hold him to her, and when he drove back inside of her, her nerve endings went into a frenzy of shocked lust and carnal need, the pleasure so intense she wasn’t certain she could bear it.
The furry tail was swishing madly against her sensitized skin, adding to the sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples were sending fiery messages to her swollen clit. The plug pulsed and vibrated, making her fuller, the thousands of nerve endings shockingly desperate for more, heightening that building wave inside of her. Absinthe’s pistoning cock, so thick and long, driving into her as if he owned her and then dragging over her inflamed clit, hitting her G-spot, was too much.
She couldn’t process. Her body was too far gone. There was no controlling anything, least of all herself or her orgasm.