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I make a mental note to break out the spreader bar for the next time I punish her pussy this long. She’s impatient, her body contorting and her back arching before her orgasm has even hit her. She’s a starving woman in the desert, grasping at the promise of bliss that is just out of reach.
She tastes like the fucking end of the rainbow. She’s it for me. My curly-haired queen, wanton and soaking because I will it so.
I know when I will be satisfied with the amount of torment I have inflicted. I know the moment perfectly. She’s sweating and shaking now, but when her nerves go into crisis and she begins shivering with white-hot need, that is the moment I will release her from this orgasm purgatory.
Only one finger dips inside of her every now and then, but I haven’t even given her a hint of inner pressure in the last few minutes, because she is set to go off like a sprinkler if I so much as dip a knuckle inside that warm well.
Mine.Jessica is entirely and completely mine. This is the orgasm that will seal it. If she ever thinks of leaving because my life is too violent or my dealings too risky, this will be the memory burned into her brain that will keep her in my arms and on my bed.
My bed, not hers. This place is a shithole for people on the run, not for beautiful, educated scholars with hips curvy enough to bring a man to his knees.
She’s been panting so hard that I’ve had to stop several times to give her small sips of water, always keeping my body between her knees so she cannot close them.
A smile comes over me when I feel a shiver roll over her body. Goosebumps erupt on her legs, and I know it is finally time to reward that sweet pussy for letting me tease it so mercilessly.
“Do you want to come?” I ask her darkly, loving the way she twists in the sheets for me, her face scrunched with torment.
“Yes! I can’t take it anymore!” There’s a frustration there that amuses me to no end, a pout that I want to spank off her until her ass is beet red.
I love that she’s crying, utterly uncontrolled with need that I created with my tongue and a finger. Maybe I don’t know her favorite color yet, but I know her body.
And I know when to set it free.
Her clit pulses like a heated button, warning me that a volcano is about to erupt. I smirk at the needy thing, knowing this is the moment that will seal her as forever mine.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” I growl, touching a finger to her entrance.
“Bruno, please!” She arches, trying to bring her warmth over my finger, as if she has a shred of control over what is about to occur.
I blow on her clit, heating it to a tiny inferno ready to take out whole villages with its fire. “Tell me who’s going to take care of you for the rest of your life.”
“Brunello, I need you!”
Though I already know as much, hearing her admit this aloud sends a command through my body that settles straight into the head of my cock. He’s needed here, needed by her, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.
I slide two digits inside of her while pinning her hips to the bed with my other arm. I go slow while she screams in frustration, because I’m a quarter of an inch away from stroking that sweet spot inside of her that’s been desperate for my touch.
I want to fuck her. Oh, how I want to sink my cock deep in her heat. But my tongue and fingers did the work for this orgasm, so they deserve to taste and feel what it’s like when Jessica gushes out of sheer relief after hours of peak desperation.
She has no idea how badly she’s needed me in her life and between her legs.
And I’m about to show her what she’s been missing.
The flat of my tongue is ready to be bathed in her juices as it lays across her clit, heating it and providing just enough pressure to gently push her over the cliff.
Her initial scream of release is too much for the downstairs neighbor, who bangs on their ceiling with I’m guessing a broom while yelling at us to keep it down.
Not a chance.
My pussycat’s screams are my reward for a job well done, so I collect my offering one shriek at a time and add them to my ego.
I hold Jessica’s pelvis in place while the first orgasm of many finally shows her just what she’s been missing, having vanilla sex with a weakling who gets his rocks off scaring my woman. I don’t wait until the first hill crests but keep the wave building with a steady in and out rhythm from my fingers. I brush over that bundle of nerves inside of her that I’ve been dancing around, and Jessica’s screams double in volume as she grips my hair, her eyes bugged.
That’s right. Gush for me, pussycat.
Her core tightens and vibrates around my fingers, locking them in place while every muscle in her body stiffens. The goosebumps make her shudder as the sweat on her skin causes her chill to contrast with the heat raging in her blood.
“I can’t stop coming!” she works out before another wave hits her.
