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He sucks my clit hard, and another orgasm shoots through me. That is one of my superpowers, being multi-orgasmic. Once I’ve had the first orgasm, the rest come easy for me and soon I cry out as one wave of pleasure rolls right into the next. It’s impossible to tell where one orgasm starts and the next one begins.
And he doesn’t stop. He’s devouring me as if he’s been starving in the desert and hasn’t eaten in days and I’m his first meal. He licks and sucks like a mad man when all I’ve seen from him until now is poise. Even our first night in bed together wasn’t this frenzied.
I fucking love it. And I love the way his beard scratches my skin. It’s a sensation I didn’t know I liked until now.
“Luke, Stop. God, I can’t take anymore,” I cry sometime later.
“You’ll take what I tell you to take, Zara. We already agreed on this.”
I whimper as he shoves three fingers into my soaked, swollen cunt. “Jesus, your pussy is perfect,” he murmurs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your sweet cunt.”
“Please, Luke.”
“You want me to stop, or you want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck me, please,” I beg.
“That’s a good girl.” He rolls off the bed and strips out of his expensive suit, then grabs a condom from the bowl on the dresser and tosses it next to me.
“Put it on me,” he commands when he returns to the bed.
I sit up on my knees while he kneels in front of me, and I tear the wrapper and roll it on him. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, cupping my face.
“Thank you,” I say as I settle back against the pillows.
When he’s lined up, his heated gaze turns dark, and he plows into me. I cry out and reach up to grip his arms.
“Such a tight little cunt,” he says through gritted teeth. “Do you have to work hard to keep yourself this tight?”
It’s a wicked question. One meant to be demeaning, and I know he’s testing the waters of my degradation kink.
“Do you like knowing that I work hard for it?” I ask as he sinks into me again. My nails dig into his bare arms, and he groans.
“Fuck, it’s so good wrapped around my cock, little Flower. You’re a good little cock-slut and I think you know it.”
My pussy spasms around his cock at his filthy words and I moan his name. “Luke. Please. I need to come again.”
He pulls most of the way out and glares at me. “Who decides if you need to come again, Zara?”
“You do,” I whimper, though part of me wants to rebel to see how he’ll react. I don’t want to risk him not giving me another orgasm though, so I give what I hope is the right answer.
“Damn right I do. Beg me for it, my dirty Flower.”
He thrusts forward, slamming into me with powerful force.
“Please, Luke,” I cry. “I need it so bad. I want to come all over your cock. Please let me.”
There is no faking my need, but I’m definitely an expert at dirty talk, and I don’t mind using that skill here to get what I’m desperate for.
He pinches my nipple hard, and I cry out as the pain shoots through me.
“Come for me and you better squeeze my cock good, or I’ll punish you,” he threatens with a strained voice. He’s holding himself back until I get to the edge.
I slide a hand between our bodies, enjoying the hard planes of both our abdomens as I reach for my clit and stroke it several times. The orgasm slams into me, overtaking my entire body. Sometimes they start in my toes and work their way through me. But this one hits me everywhere at the same time, and I’m crying out and begging him to keep going and stop all at once as I ride the pleasure.
Halfway through my climax, he lets go and shouts out his own release, and I hold on to his bulging arms as he trembles over me.
We are both still panting when he rolls off the mattress and scoops me into his arms, taking me into the small bathroom.
