Masked Prince - Nikolai Andrew Page 0,39

wave of goosebumps that made her nipples pucker.

“Do you know what you’re going to call me?”

“Not yet. Still think….” She trailed off as my mouth met her pussy, “...thinking,” she whispered.

I started slow, fucking her with the dildo while I ate her out. I knew her angles, I knew her secrets, and it didn’t take me long to get where I needed her to go. For the first orgasm, anyway.

Toes curled, thighs quivering, she tipped her head back, lengthening that throat I loved to suck. She kicked the table once, twice, and then bit the very tip of her tongue, tipping her hips forward into my mouth as she came. One.

Still fucking her slowly with the glass dildo, I changed my rhythm with my tongue, using the length rather than the tip, keeping her clit compressed. It was harder for her to get there. Her body was spent, her pussy exhausted.

“I can’t…I…” She whined.

Excuse me?

I didn’t want to leave her pussy, but no chance was I going to let her get away with that bullshit. I ripped my mouth away from her opening with a sucking slurp.

“I never fucking want to hear you say that again. Yes you can and yes you will,” I said, and went back to eating her out. Her body rolled with a warning pulse that she was getting close. My voice had done that. Just my fucking voice. As soon as my tongue hit her clit, she was giving me two.

She was getting in the rhythm. But I could feel from the way she writhed that she didn’t fucking believe I was doing this to her. If she thought I was going to give in to her writhes and pants, she was dead wrong. She slapped the table hard, like she was folding a bad hand of cards, trying to say she gave up. It was my signal to give it to her even harder, longer, stronger. Her toes curled again and she gave me a long, whispered, “No, no, no, no...”

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. She was hitting the wall; but I was going to make sure she broke through it. Poor little thing had probably never even imagined orgasm torture. But she was fucking living it now. Fuck yes, she was. I gripped her thighs hard, pulling her pussy so wide that she gasped out in pain. And as she gasped, she came. Three.

My tongue was getting tired and my jaw was locking up, but I didn’t give a fuck. She was surrendering. She was getting to the place where nothing else mattered. Where everything faded away. True submission was where she knew only what I gave her, no more, no less. No more fight left in her, it started as a shiver and ended as a sob. Four.

Five came easy, a double-whammy for four, but harder, longer, and louder.

She was halfway toward deserving a reward. I stood up, leaving the dildo inside of her, and jacked off hard against her clit. She desperately tried to squirm away, but the restraints were solid, the leather double thick. And as the buckles dug into her upper arms, she came again. Six.

With my hands, I created a space that let me slide my dick back and forth along her clit. My balls hit the cold end of the dildo as I gave her constant, unceasing contact with my dick against her clit.

“Call me by my name.” I gritted out between clenched teeth.

A red flush blossomed from her chest to her cheeks and her body shimmered with sweat. She didn’t answer me right away. I had to pull those words out of all that pleasure. “Answer me.”

That yanked her back to me and she found her way to speaking again.

“I don’t… I don’t know yet….”

I pulled the dildo out of her and threw it aside, plunging my cock into the gaping, cum-slick hole it left behind. She was so wet that I almost couldn’t fucking feel her but she still felt amazing. It was like she was a part of me.

“Don’t make me keep fucking asking,” I said, deep dicking her until she gave me eight.

She was fighting me, fighting me hard. She clenched her pussy like a vise, but I kept my orgasm back. It was right there, right there, but I didn’t give it to her. Not until she gave me what I asked.

“It’s too much, it’s too…” She panted.

No fucking way. I gave her clit the back of my knuckle as I fucked