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Rebecca
“You messed with the wrong man, Becca!” he snarls, his forehead pressed against mine.
When his lips part from mine, and his tongue begins its descent from my neck to my chest, I open my eyes and realize what I'm doing and with whom.
“Fuck you!” I snap back, pushing him forcefully toward the mirror, pressing my head against the huge sink in front of it, with his hand supporting my head.
“I know what you want, how you like to be fucked from behind, with your hands tied, because being degraded excites you, doesn't it?”
Before I can say anything, Manasseh grabs the red scarf I had left on the granite edge and ties my hands behind my back, using his mouth to help. I feel my wrists tightly bound this time, making sure there's no escape, and my legs spread as if during a body search.
Manasseh lifts the folds of my dress and kneels behind me. I’m drowning in sexual tension and I feel like I’m losing control, gasping uncontrollably, the mirror in front of me fogging up due to my short breaths. The earth is spinning as his breath caresses the wounds left by the whip that the beast had struck me with earlier, and I clench my toes as I feel his lips pressing against my skin, gently kissing the marks on my still burning buttocks.
I swallow nervously as I feel his thick fingers slipping under the edge of the lace lingerie he bought for me, slowly pulling it down. For a moment, I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of my disheveled image in the mirror, but there's not enough time to collect myself as Manasseh doesn't give me a chance.
His lips press against my intimacy, and I feel his wet tongue finding its way between my swollen labia, heading to a place no one has ever touched me before. His nose presses against my softness as he buries his face between my folds, and I gasp as his tense tongue brushes against my clitoris, an involuntary moan escaping my lips.
“I hate you,” I whisper, attempting to move my hands that are so tightly bound, the sharp pain sparking an exhilarating pleasure within me.
Manasseh doesn't respond; he's too focused on what he's doing to me. I feel his hands caressing my thighs and spreading my ass, entering me even deeper, and I moan with pleasure as his energetic tongue explores my vagina, making me tremble.
Why is he so good at this?
I feel as if I'm dissolving in his hands, consumed by the scorching heat between my legs. He tastes me, licks me, and savors me as if I'm his most favorite dish. Before I realize it, I find myself completely surrendering to Manasseh, his persuasive tongue convincing me of things his own persona would never do.
I moan eagerly as he tastes me, making my legs weaken and my stomach tighten with desire.
“I want you to come when I'm inside you,” he says, standing up before I can give in, just as I'm about to have my first and most intense oral orgasm of my life. “I wouldn't want to miss your first time experiencing this for anything in this world.”
“How did you…” I ask, breathless, still clinging to the granite sink, glancing at the bulge about to burst through the pants.
“I've never done this before, but your body told on you, when you began to tighten around my tongue. I want to feel you tighten around my dick.”
He quickly opens his belt and unzips his pants in a frenetic move, then grabs the corners of his shirt between his teeth, seeking full visibility as our sexes meet for the first time, and I feel his swollen cock pushing at the entrance.
He grabs my neck, then takes hold of his cock, tenderly gliding it between my trembling labia, soaked in a mix of arousal and his saliva.
“Don't think I forgot what you did to me, you fucke...” my breath catches as Manasseh grabs my hair in his fist and pulls my head back, reminding me of how hard he tried to toy with me at the beginning, hoping I would give in.
“You're here because I want to!” I stubbornly try to make myself understood, but I'm only seeking pathetic excuses to hide behind in the form of denial.”
“You're right, Becca. I'm a fucking monster longing for any last bit of salvation between your legs,” I sense him readjusting his position, standing more firmly behind me.
“I want to see you writhing after tasting your own poison, knowing you had me, but you were never in my heart!” I press myself against the cold surface again.
“Hush... shut that dirty mouth, Becca, because right now, even your curses are turning me on!” Right now, I can't be anywhere else but here, feeling his swollen head gently penetrating me. “You can kill me after, but if we don't do it now, I know I’ll die.”
“I'm gonna fucking kill...” my voice fades as thunder makes the windows vibrate, and the deafening sound of the bass fills the entire complex.
Teflon Sega'ssong „Damage” floods the cold halls of the complex where the rich people's boxing matches take place. A lightning illuminates the sky and reflects in the steamed-up mirror above me when his hard cock finds its way into me, feeling it sink deeper with agonizing slowness. It hurts; I'm tense after almost climaxing earlier when his tongue caressed every inch that had never been touched before.
“Fuck! You're so tight; I could swear you're a virgin.”
“Keep dreaming.” I grin, satisfied that I haven't given him that satisfaction.
“I'm already dreaming, cause your pussy just sucks me in. Fuck!” he pants near my ear, feeling his weight pressing my breasts against the cold edge of the sink.
