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I don’t want him to stop. My arousal is already rising quickly, my skin flushing all over, and I want to beg him to touch me. Instead, I reach down, just as he said, and feel the slickness of my desire against my fingers as I spread my folds wide for him, letting him see my clenching entrance, my asshole, every inch of my smooth bare pussy.
“You have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen,” Niall purrs, his eyes resting hungrily between my thighs. “And I’m going to punish it until I’ve decided you’ve begged long enough. Keep your legs spread, hands at your sides, Isabella, and don’t move them, or I stop.”
I hadn’t understood how pleasure could be punishment. It doesn’t take long for me to figure it out.
For what feels like a very long time, Niall hardly touches me. He kisses the insides of my thighs, held open for him of my own volition, and runs his tongue down the crease where my thigh meets my groin, his warm breath tickling the bare flesh of my pussy. He brushes his lips over it, and when he pulls back, I already feel on the verge of tears, every muscle in my abdomen and thighs wound tight with need.
He reaches out, gently brushing his fingers over my outer folds. “Do you want me to finger you, Isabella? Push two or three or even four fingers deep inside while you ride my hand to completion?” His finger pushes between as he speaks, grazing my entrance, and I feel myself clench down hard.
“Yes,” I pant breathlessly. “Yes, please. I want to come—”
“You’re not going to come for a very long time.” Niall’s fingers trail upwards, stroking my inner folds as I squirm, up to my clit. He taps his index finger against my clit, enough to send small electric jolts of pleasure through me, but not enough to bring me even close to an orgasm. The taps turn to small circles, then to rubbing back and forth until I’m biting my lip and breathing hard, and then Niall pulls his hand away.
“No!” I cry out, my hips arching up, but I don’t move my hands. I don’t dare, because if he stops now, I’m going to scream. I need to come so badly already, and if he’s to be believed, this is just beginning.
After a few moments, Niall resumes stroking my pussy. He touches my clit with those feather-light taps and strokes as he kisses my inner thigh and then reaches down, circling my entrance with the fingers of his other hand. Just as I’m nearly ready to scream from the frustration of it, he suddenly rolls my clit between two fingers, just as he shoves two of his other hand deep into my pussy.
My entire body clenches down at once, a powerful orgasm nearly overtaking me at the sudden rush of sensation—but it only lasts a second before Niall pulls his hands away. He looks down at me with a smirk on his handsome face, watching my chest heave and my eyes tear up as I squirm on the bed, fingers digging into the blankets. I see his cock throbbing from where it’s nearly glued to his abs, it’s so hard. A trail of pre-cum is sliding down his shaft, and my mouth waters.
“Let me lick it, please,” I beg, but Niall shakes his head, grinning.
“I love hearing you beg to taste my cock, lass, but not now. This is about you and your punishment. That wouldn’t be much of one, would it? From what I can tell, you love sucking my hard cock.”
My face flames, burning with embarrassment at the way he says it, but I don’t have long to consider. A moment later, Niall is kneeling between my thighs again, and this time it’s his mouth that touches me.
It’s the most exquisite, torturous pleasure—his soft breath on my bare skin, his tongue flicking out to taste me in small licks, fluttering over my entrance and my folds and up to my clit, where the hot slide of his tongue makes me cry out. He teases me like that until I lose track of time, until I’m nearly sobbing with need. Then he leans forward, pressing his mouth tightly to my clit for just a second as he swirls his tongue around it with all the pressure and heat that I need.
“I’m going to—oh god, I’m going to come, I’m—” My hips snap upwards, grinding recklessly on his mouth, but Niall pulls away instantly, his lips glistening with my arousal as he grins down at me.
“No, you’re not,” he says, and I nearly burst into tears. The arousal is almost painful, a heavy, needy cramp in my abdomen, and I can feel my pussy clenching, squeezing for a release that isn’t there.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please, please, I need it. I don’t care how, but I need it, Niall—”
“Not yet,” he says, and then when my body relaxes just a fraction, he’s between my thighs again.
I lose track of how many times he edges me, as he’d called it, bringing me to the moaning, sobbing brink of pleasure and then stopping. My begging becomes a chorus, the same word moaned over and over, pleading with him for anything, to lick me, finger me, fuck me, take my pussy or my ass, or anything he wants, so long as he makes me come.
Finally, Niall looks up between my thighs, his mouth and stubble glistening with the flood of arousal between my thighs. “You can come whenever you like,” he says, his voice deep and rough, and then he dips his head to fasten his lips around my clit.
The sound I make is nearly a scream, filling the room as the orgasm shatters over me almost instantly, my entire body seizing with the force of the delayed pleasure. Niall sucks on my clit, hard, the taut swollen flesh throbbing in his mouth as more wetness than I ever imagined comes from me, flooding over his tongue. I feel him push two fingers into me, then three, thrusting them roughly into my aching pussy as he makes me come on his face, hard and longer than I ever knew I could orgasm, the spasms of it rippling over me until I feel like I’m going to pass out with pleasure.
Suddenly, Niall is looming over me, his thick hard cock in his hand as he holds my legs open with the other hand. “Now,” he growls, his eyes so full of dark, angry lust that it would almost frighten me if I weren’t so terribly aroused, “I’m going to fuck you the way I wanted to that first night, Isabella, even if it fucking kills me. I’m going to fuck you rough and hard, and you can come as many times as you like, as long as you do it on my cock.”
And with that, he thrusts his thick cock into me so hard that I scream.
I thought he’d fucked me hard before, but I’d been wrong. His fingers claw into the pillows, his face a mask of taut, furious pleasure as he batters me with his cock, his hips slamming into me with every vicious thrust—and I love every fucking second of it. It feels so fucking good, his cock filling me, stretching me, nearly tearing me open with the fierce roughness of it. I scream his name as I come hard on his cock, my pussy clenching him so tightly that he can hardly pull out again as I climax. He’s impossibly hard, and I hear him growl my name as he fucks me, thrusting all the way with every stroke and making me come for a second time before he pulls out, clutching his length in his fist.
“Look at it,” Niall rasps. He grabs my legs, lifting one over each shoulder so my ass is raised, so I have a clear view of my swollen pussy and hard little clit. “Look at your greedy pussy, Isabella. Watch me fuck your clit until I come all over it. This is what you wanted, so fucking take it.”
He shoves his swollen cockhead against my clit, rubbing it there, thrusting, his hand stroking himself roughly. His cock is glistening with my arousal, his pre-cum dripping over my clit until it’s drenched with it too, and he groans aloud as I see him swell and throb, his entire body going stiff.
“Watch what you fucking…do…to me—” Niall growls, jerking himself relentlessly as he shoves his tip hard against my clit, and then I see it flare as the first thick spurt of his cum jets against my clit.
The heat of it makes me come instantly, the rising orgasm triggered by the lewd sight and the hot cum spurting over my pussy, coating my bare skin, drenching my clit. He keeps thrusting, fucking my clit as he jerks the hard length of his cock, moaning in pleasure as I shudder and come hard, rubbing myself against him just as fiercely.
He smears his cockhead in the cum, pushing it down, shoving it back inside me as he thrusts again. “You wanted it,” he groans, jaw clenched hard. “So take my fucking cum.”
He pushes it inside of me, fucking his cum deep into me in several long strokes until he finally starts to soften. When he slows, he looks down at me, his face softening as he gently slides my legs off his shoulders.
