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“I know.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he presses his mouth to me again. A stronger lick against my clit now, and I shudder. Now that his tongue is involved, it doesn’t stop. He starts up his random pattern with his tongue, licking me everywhere. My body won’t stop moving, trying to get more of him, and his fingers grip me harder to keep me still. He flicks his tongue up one side of my clit and down the other, sending a burst of pleasure flaring through my nerves. But it’s nothing compared to when he seals his lips around it, sucking it deep into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. My back arches straight off the bed, and I curse loudly. His laughter vibrates against my clit, and my muscles start to shake under his mouth. He sweeps his tongue across my pussy, lapping at the entrance, taking me. He dips inside, exploring me in the most intimate way I can imagine. He swirls his tongue inside, and I’ve never felt anything like that before.
My breath is coming in gasps now. I know that he can push me over the edge any time he wants—my body is ready and begging for it—but he’s choosing to keep me here in this divine limbo where I’d be blind with pleasure even if I weren’t blindfolded.
Something changes, and Chris starts to speed up his pace. His tongue circles my clit, every rotation making that pleasure gather tighter and tighter, ready to explode. His hands move from my knees to my hips, he lifts me against his mouth, holding me still while he consumes me like a meal. His mouth is touching every part of me, lips and tongue and teeth exploring places I didn’t know I had. But he has a way with his tongue and he’s not teasing me with randomness anymore. Instead he’s stroking my clit with a steady, uncompromising rhythm, one that’s got my mind hazy with feeling and I’m reaching out for him, begging him to finish me. I’m telling him yes, I’m begging him to lick me harder. My climax is coming closer in waves, every rise and fall bringing me a little closer to that bright finish.
He can tell when I’m close. I can’t speak anymore, there are no more words, only pleasure and his tongue stroking, stroking, stroking. Just when I think I might be trapped in this delicious purgatory, he sucks me. Sealing his mouth over me, he sucks me harder than ever before, and my orgasm breaks over me like a tidal wave. I see nothing but white behind my eyes as my body shakes with the pleasure of it, writhing against his mouth and grasping at the sheets. There’s nothing in the world that’s ever felt like this. I think I cry out, but I can’t hear it over the rushing in my ears. It feels like it goes on forever, and Chris’s mouth keeps going, drinking me in as come. I can barely breathe. If I breathe I’ll lose it all.
And then it’s gone, rushing out as fast as it came, leaving me limp in its absence. “Holy fuck,” I say, the only words that I can find to say.
There’s a sharp sting on my clit and pussy and I jump, unable to identify the sensation. “Such naughty language,” Chris says, and the stinging sensation comes again, with the sound of skin on skin, followed by that stinging spreading into warmth and arousal. The floor drops out from under me with the realization, and I feel dizzy as I say the words. “Did you just spank my pussy?”
The stinging comes again, harder this time, and I lift the blindfold to find him staring at me, his hand raised over my clit. He’s not holding me, I could close my legs, tell him to stop. But I don’t. He’s looking at me, and I at him, and he sees the moment I choose not to stop him. I see his hand drop, and the pain followed by pleasure follows quickly. “I’m not into pain,” I tell him. I’m not. I’ve never wanted someone to hurt me, and yet… “Are you?”
“Real pain?” he says. “No. But I have found that just a little can sometimes make it better.” His hand falls again, and he rubs his hand over my pussy guiding the pain quickly into heat and pleasure. He’s not wrong.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, raising his hand.
I should want him to stop. I should tell him that this is crazy. I shouldn’t let him do this. But the curious part of me wants to know why this feels the way it does, wants just a little bit more of the bite, wants him to do whatever he wants to me. “No,” I say. His hand falls again, and I gasp at the fiery pain, transmuted quickly. The heat gathering in my core is unexpected, and I can feel my pussy getting wet again under his attention. He notices too, pushing a finger deep into me, spreading my wetness across my skin. He spanks my pussy again, and my hips arch off the bed in surprise. That last was harder than before, and it takes his fingers caressing me a few seconds before the fire turns into yearning.
“You’re so surprising,” he says, running his fingers through my folds. “And another time, I might want to see if I could make you come just like this.”
I shudder at the thought, at how wrong it seems, and how good I think it might be. “Another time?” I ask, a little breathlessly.
He crawls up my body again. “Another time,” he says. “Right now, I’m going to keep my promise.”
“Which one?”
His wicked smirk answers me.
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I can’t help but smile. Which promise? The only one I’ve made her. I rake my eyes up and down her body, loving the way she looks spread out underneath me, breathless, panting, and already looking like she’s been thoroughly fucked. Her pretty pussy is glistening with juices, just waiting for me. My cock twitches, and I lean down to whisper in here ear. “The only promise I made you—to be fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.” I pull back in time to see her eyes flare with desire. Whatever idiot screwed up that shrimp dish at the party…thank fuck.
I roll off the bed, digging in my bag for the condoms that I carry with me, in the hope…
It’s been a long time since I’ve a chance to use any of the packages I’ve bought.
“Turn over,” I tell her. She does, and I climb onto the bed behind her, pulling her to her knees so her ass is displayed in front of me like the hottest wet dream I’ve ever had. I rip open the condom, and I’m so hard that rolling it on has never been easier. I trace her ass with my hands, running my fingers through her folds again. She’s soaking wet, and I can see the beginning of her wetness dripping down her thighs. “Are you ready?” I ask, pressing her chest down to the bed so her ass is even higher in the air.
“Yes.” Her voice is quivering with anticipation.
I fit my cock against her entrance and I hear her take a breath. “Good.” I push all the way into her in one stroke, and she moans. Her pussy is gripping me like a goddamn vice and I love it. She squeezes those muscles and it feels so good that it hurts. My breath is shallow, because I don’t want to disturb this moment. I want to remember it. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I haven’t felt so relaxed and open, and I manage a laugh. Damn it all, those bastards at the meeting were right. But I’m not going to think about them right now, because I promised to fuck Scarlett into oblivion, and I plan on doing just that. I pull back just an inch, and I see her hips move with me, seeking more of me, and I know she’s ready.
Gripping her hips, I pull out to the tip, slamming back in to the hilt while pulling her back onto me. God, it feels like coming home. And I don’t stop. There’s a brutal energy in me, and I let it out, pounding into her pussy with everything that I’ve got. I feel free and feral, like a new man claiming what’s his. I watch as Scarlett’s hands grasp t
he sheets, as her back arches into the bed, as her fucking toes are curling next to me, and I love that I’m the one doing this to her. The sounds coming out of me as I thrust are sounds that I’ve never heard myself make before, and the sound of our skin slapping together is making me even harder.
I don’t know how it’s possible that this girl I didn’t know a day ago is doing this to me, but I’ve never felt this alive. Circling her waist with my arm, I pull her up and back against me, so her back is pressed against my chest, and I’m still buried as deep as I can be. “How do you like it?” I ask her as her head falls back onto my shoulder. I slow my thrusting and roll my hips with hers. I reach down with one hand to tease her already sensitive clit, and she cries out at my touch. “Like what?” she asks, her voice telling me she’s barely thinking straight enough to say the words.
I place my lips against her neck, licking her skin. I love the way she tastes—sweet and warm sugar all over. “How do you like me being buried inside your pussy?” I say, thrusting up to the hilt. Her fingers dig into the arm I have wrapped around her. She doesn’t answer right away, instead moaning my name as I push into her again and again and again. She’s so hot inside, like my own personal volcano that I can’t get enough of. Every time I thrust it’s like my cock is touching heaven. “What was that?”
“More,” she says faintly.
