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“I can feel you fluttering against me, Angel. Are you getting ready to cum?” I ask as she thrashes her head from side to side on the pillow. I feel the telltale tingling at the base of my spine, and I know the orgasm is on its way, and I am powerless to stop it. I change the angle of my dick and the wand, and her eyes are so wide it’s comical, and we both fall off the edge. Releasing her neck, I drop the wand and ride out the orgasm with her. I prevent myself from falling on her, trying to catch my breath and release her from the restraints. I massage feeling back into her extremities and lift her up as I pull the covers back on the bed. Laying her in bed, I head to the ensuite to wet a washcloth and grab a couple of bottles of water. “Drink, baby,” I tell her as I go about cleaning her up. I take the nearly empty bottle and set it on the nightstand before I drink mine in two gulps. Climbing in the bed, I pull her in my arms before covering us with the blanket as sleep claim us both.
Eight
Trinitee
I wake up refreshed in a way I haven’t felt in a long time, and the reason why comes rushing back.Kruze.I think as a smile breaks out across my face. When I say that man fucked me within an inch of my life, I mean just that, and I loved every second of it. I realize he is not in bed with me almost immediately, and I already miss him. I grab the cover, prepare to throw it off of me and head to the bathroom, but before I get the chance, I feel him before I see him.
“Did I give you permission to leave my bed, Angel?” he asks, and already I’m wet.
“No, sir, but you weren’t here, and I have to pee. So can I go pee, please, sir?” I ask.
“Of course, Angel,” he says, and I sprint to the bathroom. He walks in to turn the shower on. As soon as I am finished washing my hands, I turn to look at him and watch, barely breathing, as he pushes the lounge pants he’s wearing to the floor and holds his hand out to me. I quickly cross to place my hand in his, and he leads me into the shower. Seemingly out of thin air, there is a shower cap in his hand that he puts on my head, careful to make sure every strand of hair is covered, then he uses his body to back me underneath the water before he grabs a washcloth and my body wash.Wait a minute, how does he know I use that brand?Before I get the chance to ask, he’s lathered the soap on the cloth and begins washing me. Kruze takes his time like I am made of fine china, careful not to scrub too hard and irritate my skin but strong enough to accomplish the job.
Without my direction, my eyes find his as he goes to his knees to wash my legs. He taps me, silently asking me to widen them so he can wash my inner thighs, and at this point, he’s washing me in vain. The more liquid he wipes, the more liquid my pussy creates. He smirks at me because he knows I am dripping wet for him. By the time he moves down to finish washing my legs, they are shaking from need. He makes his way back to my dripping core, “I am not sure washing you is going to get you clean. It seems like you have a leak going on,” he says. Did this man literally say I’m leaking? As if it’s not his fault that I am standing here leaking like a rusty faucet.
“I can wash myself, sir,” I try.
“That’s my job, Angel,” he says as he runs the washcloth between my legs without warning and my knees damn near buckle. My hand shoots out to steady myself on the wall so that I do not collapse on the floor. Just when I steady myself, he pushes the washcloth between my lips, and my brain short-circuits.Fuck!He is watching me as he washes me, simultaneously cleaning me and driving me to the brink of insanity. I tried, I really did, but I failed miserably, “Please, sir,” I beg.
“All you have to do is ask,” he says, dropping the washcloth, pulling my leg up on his shoulder, and begins eating me so intensely that the orgasm barrels down so fast I don’t have time to prepare myself or him.
“Oh FUCK!!!” I scream as I cum so hard that I curl over his back, shuddering, crying, and practically drooling.
“My little Angel was in need, but I am not done with you,” he finds the washcloth and finishes washing me, making me jump every time he rubs across my clit. I try to walk and almost faceplant making him pick me up and carry me into the room. He gently lowers me to the floor, holding me until he is sure I can stand on my own.
“Get on, baby,” he commands, and for the first time, I notice I am standing next to a Sybian. My eyes fly to his, then back to the Sybian. “I won’t ask again,” he says, a slight thread of steel threaded through his voice. I mount it and slowly sink down on the dildo attachment, it’s not as thick or long as Kruze, but it will definitely do the job.
“Now, Angel, no cumming until I tell you to, understand?” he asks.
“Yes, sir.”
“You will not be able to say your safe word, so a tap on my thigh will be my alert. One tap is low alert, two taps, medium, three taps, everything stops, understand?”
“Yes sir,” a little confused but trusting him completely already.
“Good,” and the Sybian turns on, and I gasp from the sensation it creates, but before I can take a breath or make a noise, I have a mouthful of his dick.
“Hands on the Sybian Angel, unless you are alerting me of your limits,”
I snatch my hands back, not even realizing I grabbed his thighs. Bracing myself on the machine, I begin rocking into the movements it’s making.
“Focus, love. Suck my dick while you ride. Get your pussy ready for me.”
Oh, gawd!Between his dick in my mouth, the dick in my pussy, and his dirty talk, I already want to cum, but I have not been given permission. He pulls the shower cap off and burrows his hands in my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his shaft until the head bumps the opening to my throat.
“Breathe,” he commands, and I feel the head begin to slip in my throat. He holds it there, then backs out, letting me breathe. “Breathe,” and his dick slips down further, hold and release. He does this several more times, and before I know it, his balls are pressed against my chin. I have never been able to deep throat, and here I am, taking all nine plus thick inches down my throat.
“Don’t stop riding that dick, baby. Let me see you fuck it like you want to fuck me. You look so fucking sexy, riding a dick with my dick down your throat. Look at you, drooling around me, and your hot pussy is drooling too. Look at the mess you’ve made on the Sybian. Do you need to cum, Angel?”
He is full-on fucking my throat as he talks to me, and I am fast losing the battle of keeping my orgasm at bay. When he asks me if I need to cum, I let the desire in my eyes speak for me.
“You’ve been such a good girl, let’s cum together,” he says, speeding up his thrusts. One hand finds my nipples and begins plucking them, and the other finds my throat.
“Mmm damn, Angel. Here it cums! Cum with me!” The words are barely out, and I am cumming everywhere and struggling not to choke on the cum he is pumping down my throat. By the time we both stop cumming I am exhausted and collapse against his thighs.
Plucking me up off the Sybian, he walks us back into the shower, and this time when he washes us, it is all functional. He wraps us both in towels, and by the time he lays me in bed, I am already asleep.
Kruze
