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I release him from my mouth and sit back on my heels, my pussy on his face. He spears me with his tongue. The sensation is incredible, but it's not enough, and I squeeze his tongue with my inner walls, trying to feel more.
Am I so turned on that I'm tormenting myself as much as him? His praise is doing it for me in a big way. I never knew I would love being a good girl so much.
Reluctantly, I lift myself off him, sliding down his body reverse-cowgirl-style until his cock is nestled against my inner thigh. My wetness mingles with his as I move my hips back and forth, rubbing him over my pussy.
Fuck, he's big.Riding him like this is gonna be a hell of a workout. Beats spin class any day.
"Morgana." Vlad's voice is stern but with an edge of desperation. "I didn't know what I was asking for. I'm losing my mind here. Stop it."
"You haven't gone feral yet," I say.
I glance over my shoulder at him, and I'm shocked. He's breathing heavily, his skin shimmering with perspiration. The veins and tendons of his arms stand out as he tenses against his bindings, and his stormy eyes hold mine as he speaks.
"Get on my cocknow."
"No." I grab his erection and rub the head over my clit. "I might just use you to makemyselfcome, and then we'll see."
With a roar, Vlad slings his hips firmly, almost throwing me off. I fall backward onto his chest, my head beside his, and he bites my throat.
"Ow!"
"Fucking feral enough for you?" He yanks his arms in toward his body, and the bedposts make a cracking sound. "Release me now, or I'll break both arms to get to you."
I reach and untie one of his hands.
"Don't you fucking move," he says, his lips beside my ear. He unpicks the knot on the other tie in seconds, then wraps both arms around me so I can't escape. I'm on my back on top of him, his body hot and alive beneath me. His cock is huge between my thighs.
Vlad reaches up and takes my neck in one hand. He grips it firmly, the other hand slipping over my stomach and between my legs.
"Open up," he says. "I'm gonna make you come."
I part my thighs as wide as possible, dropping my head back and groaning as his fingertips brush my clit.
"That's it. Atta girl." He bumps his cock against my aching entrance as he plays with me, sending jolts of ecstasy through me. "You know what my wife is gonna get? Fucked by her husband, that's what. Damn hard. But you gotta give me those cute moans first."
His fingers work my clit, pressing harder and picking up a rhythm. My climax gathers, heat moving through my core, and I find my voice.
"I'm gonna come." I try to look at Vlad, but his grip on my throat is relentless. "Keep doing that."
He releases his hold on my neck and thrusts his hand into my hair, turning my head so he can kiss me. I cry out into his mouth as I come, fluid gushing from my pussy as he whips my clit with his fingers. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and, with a smooth roll of his hips, buries his cock inside my still-spasming pussy. I gasp with shock, and he laughs.
"Yeah, give me all of it," he says. "You can come again for me, can't you? Give me what I want, like a good girl."
He places both hands on my waist to hold me in place, sliding me along his thick length. I'm still reeling from my orgasm, but my pussy isn't done yet, and a second explosion is on its way. Vlad is working up, too, his thrusts becoming firmer and faster.
"Fucking perfection," he says. "Touch your clit for me, Morgana. Tell me when you're ready to go again, and ride me through it."
It's too much. The feeling is running away with me. I rub my tender clit, and as Vlad bottoms out inside me again, I realize it's happening. Pleasure smashes through my body, making my legs shake.
"I'm coming!"
Vlad needs no further encouragement. He holds onto me tightly and hammers me like a man possessed. I squat over him, my quad muscles burning as I bounce.
"Take it." His cock thickens inside me. "Such a good girl." He groans as he comes, pinning my hips to his so he can make me take every drop.
I disentangle myself and lie beside him, my body aching all over.
"That was amazing," I say. "Aren't you worried I'm one of your baby-trap women? You never asked if I'm on birth control."
