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Maybe wanted is not accurate, but he definitely thought about me in a sexual way before. That’s what he just said, right?
He grabs my ass with one hand, hard enough to make it hurt as he thrusts his tongue inside my pussy. My vision swims as he basically pulls me into his face, fucking me with his tongue like his life depends on it.
“This is the first time I’ve done this, Professor,” he says against my heated core. “Yours is the first pussy I’ve ever licked. So here is my v-card.”
He resumes the tongue-fucking, tipping me too far over the edge. The awareness that I’m taking the virginity of his mouth along with the instinctual way he’s doing it is incredible. The orgasm approaches too fast, vertiginously, and I’m not ready for it. I try to pull back and slow things down, give myself some respite from the onslaught of sensation, but his large hand clamps down on my asscheek, and the blade he’s holding in the other hand catches the light.
Next thing I know, he’s holding it up at my throat.
“Make no mistake, Eva,” he growls, the vibration of his voice and his hot breath sending waves of pleasure over my clit. “You are only in control as long as I allow you to be. And this is where I’m taking over. You’ll keep fucking my mouth until you come all over it.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the look in those gunpowder eyes. He’s death incarnate, expertly holding a knife at my throat while forcing me to use his mouth, making a mind-shattering orgasm flood my body. It takes away everything, including my sanity. My legs tremble, but I use the last of my strength to rub myself against those luxurious lips and that greedy tongue as they drink the pleasure from me.
A velvety moan escapes him, containing both pleasure and pain. It’s clear that he revels in my gratification, but his cock must be raging by now. I can barely stand as I slowly bring my foot down from where it’s been resting on the side of his chair, reeling back. I’d probably fall over if it wasn’t for his grip on my ass.
Micah grins up at me like a devil who’s achieved his purpose, dooming a sinner’s soul, but he’s not done with me.
“Keep that camera up,” he commands when my hand starts to lower. It hits me that he hasn’t tried to keep anything from being recorded, not even the moment when he put the knife at my throat, reminding me that he’s fucking untouchable. Which makes antagonizing him a very bad idea.
So I keep the camera up, but nearly drop it when he flips the knife in the air and then catches it by its tip. I gasp, and he grins. He’s a menace. A force of nature. One whose godly body is made for being worshiped, and God save me, I want to do that so badly right now. And I want him to hold that knife at my throat while I’m at it.
But instead of that, he brings the black leather hilt to my slick pussy, and pushes inside. I stiffen, but don’t back away or take the camera off his face.
“Come on, Eva, film what I’m doing to this pussy.” His gruff voice feels like a caress on my name.
He releases my asscheek and runs his fingers through my arousal, then he brings them up to my ass and pushes one inside. I clench against the intrusion but he keeps going, slowly but insistently.
“This would be much easier if you relaxed and let me have my way with your ass.”
My skirt is now bunched over my hips, exposing my gartered thighs as I bend my knees awkwardly to the side, flexing into the hilt of his knife. Needing more of this debauchery. He moves the hilt as slowly as he does his finger in my ass, re-igniting the embers of my last orgasm. My walls crumble at the decadence of it all, all of my senses electrified.
I’m baffled at how Micah Royales is able to peel my layers off one by one and get to my core self. He already fucked me in the filthiest ways without even putting his cock in me. By the time that does happen, I’m going to crave him like a lunatic.
“Keep filming this, Professor, and enjoy it to the fullest. Because soon I’m going to make you my plaything. And play we will.”
He drives the hilt deeper into my pussy, now shoving his finger up my ass. My eyes roll back as I writhe and buck, holding the phone with one hand and my bunched-up skirt with the other to make sure it doesn’t get in the way.
“Ah, Micah, you’re a mortal sin!” The words escape the moment my second orgasm hits, shaking me so hard that I lose control. At this point I’m pretty sure all Micah does is hold the knife while I impale myself on the hilt and on his finger.
I come long and hard, throwing my head back, my eyes crossing. But when my vision clears and I look down again, the sight takes my breath away.
Micah stares up at me with such undeterred focus that heat explodes all over my skin. There’s hellish focus in those eyes, as if he wants to brand this moment into his memory. He eases the instruments of pleasure out of my pussy and my ass, and I collapse on top of him, his phone hitting the floor.
I hide my face against his leather-clad shoulder and breathe hard, not even trying to contain myself while splaying my hands over his naked sides and sliding them to his back under his torn shirt. His skin feels amazing against mine. I stroke him lazily, almost lovingly, wanting to enjoy him until he inevitably stops me and pushes me off of him, but moments pass, and that doesn’t happen.
His breathing only intensifies while I stroke his glorious body. The knife clatters against the floor and he grabs my ass, this time with both hands, driving my hips to roll on top of him and my soaking wet, decadently satisfied pussy to rub against his pants. The denim is abrasive against my tender flesh, yet that only amps up the sensation. I want him inside me so badly that I swear to God I could lose my mind. But before I get to slow down, he reaches eagerly between us.
“I wasn’t planning on wanting you so desperately, Eva,” he purrs in my ear, his voice thick. Good grief, that voice would be enough to make me come again. I roll my eyes and let loose a sigh because this shouldn’t be possible. He fumbles to free that big, pierced cock and finally impale me on it, but if that happens, it’s game over for me.
So I push myself off of him.
“No.” What I intended to be a declaration of boundaries comes out as a throaty shriek from a scared woman.
Micah stops with his hand on his cock, just about to whip it out of his pants. I lick my lips, forcing my eyes up, but they keep falling down to his fist. Blood soaks his bandage, and I realize the blade must have cut through it and reopened his wound while he pleasured me with the leather hilt. I refuse to acknowledge the prickling in my scalp at that thought. That it actually adds to my pleasure that he bled for me.
“You know you want this.” He traps my eyes with the visceral need in his. I stumble away from him, seeking balance on my feet. I have a feeling the only reason he doesn’t force me to stay put is the worry that he might hurt me if he loses control.
But if there’s any hurt in my body, I wouldn’t know it. I’m a pool of sensations that’s about to spill on the floor, and yet I can’t unravel completely in front of this man. I quickly roll down my skirt and pick up the phone from the floor, sending myself the video and then deleting it. Micah watches me do it, not trying to stop me. I wish he did, though. Whenever he was this still it only meant he was planning something brutal for later.
