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“I can smell yours too, sir. Don’t pretend you don’t want to come on me. In me.”
With those words, I had my thong snapped in half and tossed away. Then I was really naked. He tucked my knees underneath me slightly and lifted my bottom up, blowing air across my exposed places.
“Speak foully again and let’s see what it earns you,” he warned.
“I think sir is hungry for cunt.”
He growled and slapped me right there, against my soft, wet flesh. I was clenching and he chuckled as he watched, making sounds like he was also licking his hand from having gathered my wetness on it.
“I am hungry for it,” he said, “and ye ken I am.”
He went for it, sloshing his tongue around, then dipping it inside me. I came on the third or fourth lash of his tongue against my clit, and my walls were gripping the finger he had in my pussy so hard, I thought it might disappear inside me.
Caelan rolled me onto my back and hovered beside me panting. That ravenous hunger of his soon found its way to my breasts, grabbing and then biting, sucking fiercely and hoovering them up between his generous, rampant mouth. I was raw before he’d done, and all the while, he was rummaging between my legs with his fingers, making me suck in breath fast—desperate for something to happen as I remained constantly with my clit humming, never quite making it over the edge.
“When you come, I want you to squirt,” he said, “like a fountain.”
I lay back fiercely aroused, hurting in places I couldn’t really feel anymore—all I knew was that I ached for him in a different way to before—and then even as he was fucking me with two relentless fingers, it was the sharp pinch of my clit between his teeth that made me yell his name.
I wanted him off me but as he took me violently, those incisors finding their intended spot, it was the way he jammed his hand into me that made me spurt all over as I lost control of all my faculties and my pelvic floor, so much so, my anus was clenching too.
Before I knew it, I was on all fours and he was guiding his cock in my mouth.
I could barely fit his head in let alone the rest of him, but he knew just what angle to work with in order to maximise the experience. It was obvious this was all he’d done with women for a number of years, never finding it in himself to really love anyone again… until me.
Grunting because he was trying to fit too much of himself in me, that’s when he reached right over me and popped a finger in my arse—so that suddenly it was no longer what was in my mouth that was the intrusion, considering the other space was so tight.
It felt like he was enormous because his middle finger was long and thick… and I was tight.
He kept on probing, going deeper, while swishing his cock in my mouth so I was dribbling everywhere and breathing loudly through my nose.
“We’re gonna come together, and after that, I’m gonna mount ye and make ye scream, all right?”
I nodded my head.Yes sir, three bags fucking full, sir.
He really drilled my arse and shunted his cock in my mouth. It all happened so fast, I did stop breathing for a bit. He was coming first, spurting at the back of my throat, his cries so unashamedly loud it made me bounce my bum against his hand. As he kept coming, I felt the thick vein in his cock throb and wondered how in the hell he was still concentrating on touching me, too… but at the same time, his finger was working like a piston… until the deepest, most soul churning orgasm overcame me… waves of burning desire fanning out from the pit of my belly, all my muscles in my pelvis going tense, then throbbing, molten, becoming slack. The sensation travelled along my spine and my knees nearly buckled.
I had to remove my mouth off his cock and moan, then howl, then slump against the bed.
The next thing I knew, he was in the en-suite bathroom and the water was running. I was nearly dead, or so I thought, but he came back.
He yanked down the blankets beneath me to the end of the bed, then lifted me easily into the pillows again. He mounted me as he’d promised, easily slipping into the mess between my legs, his tongue diving for my mouth, tasting himself at the back of my throat.
I clung to his neck and groaned, arching against him, my breasts pushing towards his chest as he sucked my earlobe and groaned, “Do you like me, Flora?”
“Which part of you?” I chuckled, biting his shoulder.
“All of me?”
“Yesssssss.”
He pinned my hands above my head and thrust into me deeply, my head hitting the thankfully soft headboard. He was as hard as if he’d never come at all.
I circled my hips and he watched as I lazily swished him around inside me, his hardness eaten up by my desire for him, no matter that he was enormous.
“I was designed for you,” he said. “Nobody else.”
I gulped and saw the look in his eye. I thought he understood, so I said, “What if I’m designed for more than one? To love more than one? To be yours first and foremost, but also… to be a bridge, the healing power… between three lovers?”
