Page 55 of Pistol Whipped

“Fuck, these thighs, these tattoos, I’ve always dreamed of…” My voice trails off as my resistance cracks completely. I lean over and run my tongue along the inked scales of those snakes. The taste of her skin is everything I ever dreamed of. My dick is impossibly hard for her already. It’s weeping with pre-cum, and I’m certain that it wouldn’t take more than a minute of her warm pussy hugging me tight for my release to come flooding out.

But unlike last night, I refuse to rush this. I want her to show her that I meant what I said, that I, Dutch Kelly, will always keep my promises. Starting with a certain delicious, dirty promise. My tongue skates higher, and my hands push the thin cotton of the T-shirt further out of the way, so I can see every inch of the woman in front of me. It wasn’t like she had a spare pair of panties with her last night, so I knew I’d find her bare, yet the sight of her glistening and waiting for me has my mouth watering.

I start with soft kisses. So soft they are almost tickle-ish. She squirms with each one, but I hold her hips in place because it’s my turn to tease her. This won’t be like the other orgasms I’ve given her. Both of those were fast and brutal. This time, I plan to make her beg for it.

When her hips start to seek out the touch of my lips, I give her a small taste of what she craves. My tongue presses forward, swiping lightly over her clit and through her folds. Already, she’s so wet, and the electric taste of her is enough to overwhelm me.

I lap at her hole, and am rewarded when she pants, “Dutchhhh,” and her back arches slightly.

Not enough. I want her desperate. So I do it again, sweeping across her clit first, stronger than the first time, before fucking into her with my tongue. This time she cries out, and her thighs try to squeeze together but I shift my hands to hold her open. She won’t get any relief here except what I offer her.

“Dutchhh,” she cries again, flinging her head up to look at me. Her violet eyes are shining with want.

“Yes, Rain?” I ask casually, as if she’s asked me to pass her a napkin.

“Stop being such a fucking tease!”

“Oh yeah? Or what?”

She shoves her hand under her shirt and pushes it all the way up so she can reach her nipples. She doesn’t expose them for me, but from the way her hands move under the fabric, she’s pinching and squeezing her small breasts. It’s an obvious attempt to tease me back, especially when she threatens, “I could just take matters into my own hands.”

My eyes narrow and I spread her thighs even wider, before diving back into my morning meal. This time, I don’t hold back. I let my mouth latch onto her swollen clit, and I suck it hard. She moans, and the second she does, I let go. Her hips buck. And I do it again.

I do it again and again and again. Until her feet press into the mattress, giving her enough purchase that she lifts her hips to follow my mouth when I pull away. Every time she does, my own hips react in tandem, my cock rutting forward as if it could get to her. Briefly, I take one hand off this precious woman and squeeze the head of my dick to stave off my own orgasm. I refuse to cum before she does.

The next time I pull back, her voice cracks as she curses, “Fuck. No. Please. No.”

I lean back and admire my work here. The sun is growing stronger every second, and it makes the thin slick of sweat across her skin shine. Her pink pussy is puffy, lower lips glistening, and she’s pawing at her breasts, half-wild with desire. Exactly the way I wanted her.

“Did you want to cum, Rainy-girl?” I ask, feigning innocence.

She sobs, “Dutch, pleassssse.”

“Beg,” I say. Every second she pleads for release will be a memory I play back from now until the day I die.

“If you want to cum, baby, you are going to have to beg.”

Her spine stiffens, and I fully expect the fight. In fact, I welcome it, because she wouldn’t be my Rain if she submitted completely.

“Make me.”

I almost laugh with delight, but that would only piss her off. So I swallow that and let the most possessive parts of me out to play.

“With pleasure.”

To prove it, my arm snaps forward, hand locking around her neck. I hold just tight enough to constrict her breathing. Not in the painful bruising style of that asshole Trey. In the kink-safe way. In the way that will heighten her pleasure, not hurt her. Never hurt her. It’s my mission now to never hurt this woman ever again.

Her eyes go wider for a moment, then she pushes back against my palm, making me choke her harder. My dick twitches, like that reaction a little too much. This fucking woman.

Thanks to our height difference, I have no trouble keeping my hand where it is, while letting the other one wander back down to her soaked core. After all my work, she’s ready and waiting. Not for my dick. I plan on saving that as a special treat for another time, but for my fingers. I start by pushing one inside her. Then two. Then three. She’s so wet that every drive of my fingers inside her pulsing cunt results in a sucking, squelching sound as her body tries to keep me right where she wants me.

Her thighs start to shake again, her orgasm building back up, all the stronger for the delays. Mine is too. My cock is throbbing and weeping against my cotton boxers. With previous women, I’ve always drawn it out as long as I possibly could, much longer than I have this morning. But maybe that’s because they weren’t who I really wanted. They were great. Most of them, anyway. They just weren’t Rain.

“Baby,” I warn, “it’s time.”

My words are the only warning she gets before my mouth joins my fingers at her centre. This time, I don’t just suck on her clit. I bite.

She screams, her thighs clamp down on my head and her hips ride out her orgasm against my chin. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. I could stand by and watch her pleasure crest, and that alone would be enough. To be part of it is something else.